AN: I have trouble describing old fashioned clothes but imagine medieval clothing for the first part.
Chapter Eleven
The Dark Order
Razziel looked about the room with little interest. The meetings of the Order were always long and boring, adults bickering amongst each other about things that he didn't and 'couldn't' understand according to his father and mother. The large white stone alter stood in the center of the gathering as it always did. He didn't understand the importance of the alter and most of the members were too young to remember its reason; they consisted of all but the vampires court. However, to the five year old Razziel, everyone one there, other then his baby brother Raphael, were as old as the dust on the ground.
His father was Duke Remeus of the Lycantho clan. He was a tall man with slick gray hair due to age, and had a set of cold steel eyes that reminded Razziel of a duelist's blade. He stood a good six foot three, very muscular and seemed to have an air of superiority about him that demanded respect. He was dressed in a white shirt with a dark brown leather vest along with brown leggings and boots.
Razziel's mother was Marianna Christine, a young French woman of noble blood. Unlike her husband, Christine had long raven black hair with natural waves. She had soft golden eyes that shone with innocence and kindness, where Remeus had cold and judging eyes. She wore a long gown made of a dark purple velvet that appeared black and blood red fabric, with a golden string lace up bonnet that made her breasts seem slightly larger than they naturally were. At that time, it wasn't uncommon for married couples to be nearly ten years apart in age.
Razziel looked at Raphael, who was at the moment, content in blowing bubbles with his spit, giggling madly, and clapping his hands. Like most cubs, he had a bit of golden scalp hair that fell just short of the golden eyes he had gotten from his mother. He was dressed in a small light blue baby gown and white leggings with small leather booties.
"Mother..." Razziel began to pull on his mother sleeve to get her attention. He was bored and neither of his parents were giving him any attention. "Mother..."
"Razziel." His father growled his name under his breath. To anyone it would seem as if he was scolding his son, but the nature of werewolves was naturally 'rough love'. He knelt down and picked up Razziel. "Thy mother is holding thy brother. She can not hold thee at the same time."
"Remeus," Christine smiled sweetly as she moved Raphael over so that there was room for her eldest. "Mon chuad chuad. I can handle mon garcon. Who knows how fast he will grow."
"Christine..." Remeus started only to see his wife's sweet smile. "Behave thyself Razziel."
"I shall," Razziel replied as he looked at the other members from his mother's lap. "Why doth we wait mother?"
"Lord Marcus has not yet appeared, Razziel," Christine replied, before she recalled something. "Razziel, thou doth remember Marcus' daughter Faith, yes?"
"Faith and I art friends mother," Razziel stated with a grin. He remembered the sweet fledgling. "Why dost thou..."
"Thou mustn't speak of her," Christine stated. "She hath left this world for the next. It shall harm Lord Marcus greatly if you even whisper her name."
"A... Alright mother." Razziel said. He was a little taken back at her words. Faith had been fine last time he had seen her.
The sudden call of trumpets and echo of scraping chairs told Razziel and his family that Marcus had arrived.
Lord Marcus of the Nosfurala Clan walked into the area with a kind air, that portrayed wisdom and a demanding respect, about him. He had handsome, chestnut brown hair that was tied back with a single black silk ribbon. He wore a white poets shirt and black leggings. His face was sharp and his serpent green eyes were behind a set of golden-rimmed glasses.
Behind him stood his second eldest son Gabriel, a sired fledgling with golden blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, and an almost feminine face that seemed to hold hidden jealousy. He was dressed just as Marcus was. Behind him was the eldest, Mikeal who was a head taller then Gabriel and looked like an exact copy of Marcus; in his arms was a little girl dressed in a light blue dress.
"Who's that mother?" Razziel pointed at the girl in Mikeal's arms.
"That tis Faith's twin sister," Christine smiled as she managed to point at...
"Razziel," Kaine's annoyed voice cut into Razziel's thoughts. "Get the hell off me."
Looking down, he found himself standing on top of Kaine's cloak, which was now threatening to choke her. Lifting his foot he gave an apologetic look and the group continued on their way with Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Draco walking between them. Cheshire was taking up to rear, ensuring that they didn't get any more surprise guests.
He was a little nervous. Kaine was more quiet then usual. She seemed to be internally brooding, something she had done a lot of back at the Ministry.
"Sooo..." Razziel began as he looked at the girls. They glanced up for a moment before they looked the other way with a blush. "What are your names?"
"Her-Hermi-," Hermione tried to choke out her name while hiding her blush.
"Gi- Gi," Ginny seemed to follow her example.
"What's wrong?" Razziel looked at them worriedly. "Look, I didn't mean to terrify you or anything..."
"They aren't scared of you, Razziel," Kaine replied as she took a deep gulp from her flask. She looked at him for a moment, only to meet a blank stare. "Your coat Razziel. Close it."
Razziel looked down, not following. He was dressed, so why did he need to close it? Sighing heavily, Kaine walked up to him and pulled the coat shut.
"For God's sake Razziel! I've seen hookers with more shame than you."
"It isn't his fault Kaine," Cheshire called to her. "Werewolves don't understand modesty."
"He's older then me." Kaine muttered giving the belt a final tug to make sure it was loose enough for the meeting. "Children, listen and listen closely."
The small group gathered close to her. The air of childishness had left Kaine completely. She seemed to have aged about a millennium in less then an hour, and her eyes were no longer the serpent green they normally were. Instead, they were a fierce gold color that reminded Harry of a wolf. Everything about Kaine now demanded respect and her body screamed of a power, both great and terrifying.
"This meeting is unlike anything any of you have attended. Normally, I would have either Razziel or Cheshire or myself escort you both back to the school, but tonight we are all need. You must not wander from our side and do not speak to anyone unless spoken to. The elders are tied to their old ways and they will not tolerate any disruptions in their pattern. Understood?"
The group nodded quickly, afraid to say anything. Kaine merely turned and continued down the unseen path into a clearing. With a small nudge of a cold nose, the children turned to see Razziel had turned back into his wolf form and was urging them forward.
The clearing was larger than they had thought. It was practically the size of a small football field with a dull white stone alter in its center. Gathered around it were different races in pairs, except for Kaine, who stood at the right of a water nymph, a being that appeared to be made completely of water in the form of a young nude woman.
Across from Kaine stood some of the purest and largest unicorns that Harry had ever seen in his life. The tallest of them was about the same height as the ancient knights' horses, which were monstrous creatures. He, a male from the looks of it, had hairy hooves, a long mane that went past his eyes, and a tail that went past his pasterns.
Next to him was a young woman of seventeen, with white hair that rivaled Dumbledore's. The unicorn nudged her, causing her to turn and look at the newcomers with blood red eyes. She had very pale skin, almost silver in the moonlight, and wore a thin toga that caused Harry to blush, as he could see almost clearly through it. It took him a minute before he realized that she was an albino, a person with a rare genetic disorder where the body fails to produce enough pigment in the skin, eyes, and hair, if any at all.
To the right of them was a strange creature. It appeared to be half human and half serpent. This time Harry knew it was a male, as the creature had a bare flat chest. He had the torso of a man, a very lean one at that, with long black hair that came to where his human torso ended. His ears were slightly pointed like Razziel's and behind them were two, long, up-curving, spiral horns like those of a bull, and a pair of green feathers tied to the right horn. Blood red eyes regarded them coldly, with distaste, and in the pale moonlight, Harry could see two black tattoo lines that ran from beneath his eyes and disappeared under his chin. His serpent body was made of emerald green scales and a black belly that shone in the pale light and showed the pure power of it, with a scarlet lion cloth that covered his lower region and was held up by a gold plated belt. He also wore black dragon hide fingerless arm socks, forearm bands, and a choker.
The human next to him was a young boy that was only ten years old. He had curly brown hair that made him look sweet and innocent. Like the snake person next to him, he too had a black choker on, but instead was dressed in wizard robes along with a black T-shirt that had a red spiral on it, and a pair of baggy jeans. Kind blue eyes met Harry's green for a moment, and the boy silently greeted Harry with a small wave.
Next to them were two tall and proud elves. These were the easiest for Harry to recognize as their long pointed ears gave them away. They weren't house elves, but part of the race of wood elves. The older of the two was a man with long black hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a forest green tunic and brown leggings with deer skin boots. A heavy black belt held a large sword by his side. The other was a boy that was the elder's mirror image, except that he had a silver bow rather than a sword.
On the left of the unicorns were two centaurs. They both appeared to be about the same age, one of them had a blue almost black coat with a few speckles of white on his rear and short black hair with brown eyes; the other was a palomino with white socks on his hind legs, and a white star-like mark above his right fore hoof. He had slightly longer hair than his friend, that was held back in a pony tail, which suited the blond perfectly with his lively blue eyes.
Next to them was a female faun resting on the ground. Harry's breath caught in his throat. It was rare to see a female faun, as they were highly shy beings that were nearly hunted to extinction, and for good reason. They possessed hooves and small horns on their foreheads made of pure gold. Her skin was almost golden despite the dim lighting, and her long doe-like legs were curled under her as she sat happily braiding the scarlet hair of her young companion, a little girl. The girl couldn't have been more then five years old, dressed an a heavy coat and thick dress. She had large brown eyes that shone with happiness and joy as the moths danced before her.
There was a small empty spot next to them, but it was quickly filled by a tall woman with a black lizard's tail and dragon wings, and a man of twenty, who was dressed in a black leather vest with buckles and pants to match. The female hovered over the ground and pulled her companion into a hot and passionate kiss.
Next to them rested the water nymph, who giggled sweetly, and the thirteen-year-old girl with the former sighed in annoyance. Clearly, this must have been common because she seemed used to the show of affection. However the attention soon turned to Harry and his friends as Kaine walked calmly to the stone, shaped like a chair, and sat down.
Harry watched Kaine closely. Despite her worn robe, she looked like a ruler. An almost life-like picture of Vlad Tepes sitting upon his throne ready to deal out punishments. Her face held a mask of cold malice, a sort of sadistic cruelty, as the snake person gave a short stiff bow. Kaine's eyes were a bright gold and almost feral.
"Well this is a moment to mark in blood," the man sneered. It was clear that he held a strong dislike towards Kaine but held her in his deepest respect. "It is rare that the Executioner appears twice with only one calling."
"I must agree with Maya," the fawn replied, as she hugged the toddler closer to her when the nymph tried to lure her over. "It is indeed unusual for you to appear at all at these callings. Why is this so?"
"The matters of these meeting affect my kind's... trustworthiness," Kaine replied, her voice neutral but cold. A thick British accent seemed to have snuck its way into her voice. "I am only here due to honor and duty of my kind. Nothing more."
"And them?" Maya, the snake man, made a gesture towards Ginny and Hermione. "These human children... why are they here?"
"A minor miscalculation," Kaine replied with a silent dismiss of the children's presence.
"How amusing," the winged woman replied. All the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up at the
woman's high pitched laughter. It was alluring, but icy in feeling at the same time. "Imagine. The great and all powerful Kaine, letting her guard down towards a set of mortal children. Some..."
"As I recall, succubus," Kaine drawled. "I was not the one who got myself bound by force to a mortal. A Muggle, no less."
"You!" the succubus hissed, but Razziel stepped between them.
"Calm yourself or leave Nastacia," he growled in wolf form, fangs barred, and a snarl deep in his throat. "Or I will make you."
"How fitting," Nastacia hissed as the male embraced her from behind and rested his hands on her breast and lower stomach area. "A dog protecting his master. Your kind has always been enslaved to them."
"We sever the Nosfurala clan because of their honor towards us." Razziel snarled. Apparently she had hit a nerve, hard.
"Enough!" Kaine barked. "Razziel, she will not listen and you can not make her. Now let us deal with the matters at hand."
"Lord Dracus has not appeared yet my lady," the albino girl spoke. "Moondancer believes he is running late, due the changing of the moon."
"We agree," the blond centaur replied, as he stamped the ground with his left fore hoof. "There has been a blood ring about the moon for the last three nights."
"Maya?" the boy, who had waved at Harry, placed his hand on Maya's shoulder. "What are they talking about?"
"The creatures of the forest, who speak to nature, Daniel. You need not worry," Maya replied in a more soothing tone as he hugged the boy lightly. "Why do you not go speak with the mortals Kaine has brought with her?"
Kaine took another quiet drink from the black bottle hidden in her cloak. She glanced at Harry and the others as Daniel walked over to them; joined by Dawn, the little girl with the fawn called Spring; and Asspa, the speaker for Moondancer. This would be a problem. Newcomers don't just appear in the Dark Order and then leave. The only real way to leave the order was when death claimed a person, and the agents of death were still over-booked since the last time Kaine had spoken with one of them.
"Hey there." Daniel held out his hand as Dawn and Asspa joined him, "I'm Daniel, representative of the Naga court; Dawn, here, is a trainee for the fawn race; and this is..."
"I am called Asspa," the girl gave a small bow, her blood red eyes looking at them with a judging gaze. "I am the ambassador of the Unicorn Council."
"Ambassador?" Hermione asked the albino girl.
"The unicorns are incapable of human speech," Asspa replied. "So it is my purpose to translate for them."
"What kind of a name is Asspa?" Draco asked. Harry jumped at his voice, having forgotten he was there.
"The kind that was given to me by Moondancer," Asspa replied with a cold tone. "It is the vampirism for 'White Child'."
"Asspa grew up with Moondancer's herd," Daniel answered the unspoken question. "It's why she dresses like that. Both Lycans and other wood creatures lack an understanding of clothing."
"Lycans?" Ron asked only to get a huff of annoyance from Hermione. "What?"
"Lycans, Ron," Hermione sighed irritably at his obvious confusion. "Ron, we know one. Professor Lupin."
"But he's a werewolf!" Ron exclaimed.
"Weasley, even I know that 'Lycan' is a general term for werewolves," Draco drawled. As much as it pained Harry to admit it, he had to agree that Ron had walked into that one.
"Awre wu nu membures? (Are you new members)," Dawn asked, giving Ginny's robe a small tug. In an instant, she popped her thumb into her mouth and looked sweetly at the group.
"Member?" Ginny asked, looking at Daniel
"Yes," Kaine's voice called their attention. "It seems that the fact that you are here gives us a problem. You have seen and learned of our secrets, and as a result, your choices are these. Serve the Dark Order until your time ceases to be or take its secrets with you to an early grave."
There was an eerie silence.
"Did she just threaten to kill us?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"She can't kill us, right?" Draco asked Hermione, who shrugged. The air held no room for jokes, only seriousness. "I mean, people would notice."
"You are beyond the laws of man and wizard alike," a new voice barked. Ginny screamed and hid behind Harry as a large black dragon with a midnight-purple belly landed next to them. "The Dark Order is far older than the likes of the Ministry of Magic, and even more powerful. Twas we who breathed life into the Ministry, itself."
"Powerful?" Draco asked. He regarded the dragon carefully, if not a little nervously.
"We have been around since long before your time," the fawn replied as she rose to her feet. "Since the time of the plague, the time of darkness and despair."
"What plague?" Ginny asked. "You don't mean the black plague!"
"What other plagues have there been that you mortals have written into your history?" Nastacia answered, the sexually playful nature was now gone from her persona. "The order was born from chaos, just as the Ministry was."
"It's the reason why we call this the Dark Order," Razziel cut in. "It was built during the dark times."
"So it was," Kaine muttered, before turning towards the dragon. "Lord Dracus, it has been a long time."
"Indeed Kaine, so it has," Dracus replied. He bowed his large head in respect just as she bowed her own. "I am pleased to see that you have come to deal with this grave matter, although I did not know you also wished to bring humans into the order as well."
"It was not intentional," Kaine answered curtly. "Nevertheless, is it not time that they too have ambassadors for the Order? Although it was my post, I no longer hold ties with the Ministry as I once did..."
"How true," Nastacia laughed cruelly. "You were once their pet. You and the Lycan..."
"Nastacia," Dracus growled, blood red eyes with serpent pupils looked at her, like a father would to a disobedient child. "You will not refer to Lady Kaine or Prince Jeile in that manner again."
"Prince?" Hermione asked as she glanced at Razziel, while Nastacia huffed in annoyance. "He's a prince?"
"Yup," Cheshire had now joined them, having been bored by the 'adults'. "Prince Astale 'el Daemonia Eucharista Jeile."
"What?" the group asked, which only served to draw attention from the others.
Dawn merely laughed as the fawn picked her up again. "Dey ware faunny. I wik wem. (They are funny. I like them)."
"That's his name," Cheshire stated, as if it were a world- known fact. "Astale 'el Daemonia Eucharista Jeile!"
"Where the bloody hell do you get 'Razziel' then?" Ron barked.
"It was shorter," Razziel replied with a stupid grin on his face. "And it was easier to say..."
"Especially when you were in trouble." Kaine grinned as she added that.
"Kainie!" Razziel whined, obviously embarrassed with her statement.
"Nevertheless, it's settled," Kaine stated, as she walked up to the group of Hogwarts students, while Cheshire, Asspa, and Daniel returned to their previous spots. She stopped in front of them before making a gesture towards the order members. "Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ronald and Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger… welcome to the Dark Order."
Translations
Mon chuad chuad Origin is French and means 'my darling' however it really means my cabbage cabbage.
mon garcon Origin is French and means 'my boy' it's not spelled right by I don't know if with show the right letter.
Astale 'el Daemonia Eucharista Jeile I'm not sure what it means but I think it's either French or Latin. I got the name from a manga (Japanese comic) called Meri Peru or something like that.
AN:
The picture of the naga is thanks to Snapesnogger at Here is the picture www . Deviantart. Com / deviation / 31511416 /. No the character is not mine, he is 100 Snapesnogger's but I love the picture sooo much I just had to use his description. Hope they are mad at me for it. I just love their art tooo much.
The name Moondancer comes from the series "My Little Pony" which was the only girl show I watched as a kid. Otherwise, I grew up on an all boy street with my sister and I watched GI Joes, Castle, Dino, Space Cats, Pirates of the Black Sea, Mario Brothers, Batman, Spiderman, X-men, and other boy shows whose names escape me.