A/N: Thank you to all those who have been reading and reviewing so far. I promise that I will try to make updates more frequent and speed up the pace of the story. I know you want to see all the D/G action and I promise you that it is coming!
WARNING: This chappy has a little action from the dark side. Reader beware!
CHAPTER NINE
Many moons ago (actually six years to be exact…but that just kills the mood. Anyway, many moons ago…)
"Oh Great Spirit I call upon you and the spirits of my ancestors…" said the girl dancing around the bonfire as the boy thumped on the drum rhythmically and chanted a weird mantra.
"Show me what is to be…" she continued, sprinkling some powder-like substance into the fire, causing an explosion of silvery-white flames.
Suddenly, she stood still and stared catatonically into the distance as she walked into the freezing waters of the ocean. Then she began swaying eerily among the waves, her form swathed in moonlight, making her look like a bewitching mermaid. After what seemed like decades, she slowly turned around and extended her hands in invitation and in an eerie tone of voice said, "Come..."
"I've got to get the hell out of here. She's obviously off her rocker." He thought to himself as he watched the scene unfold before him. As he turned to leave he was confronted by a big white wolf a few feet from him, blocking his escape. The wolf was not growling or displaying any fierceness. It just stood there looking at him, giving him a silent warning with its eyes that it would be in his best interest to go to the girl. He gulped and weighed his options for an unscathed escape and decided that the wolf had not been fierce in its request so the least he could do was hear him out….
He tentatively walked toward her and kept his eye on the wolf, careful to note how he could possibly escape in an unguarded moment. As he walked towards her, she came out of the water to meet him. As they came to a halt in front of each other, they surveyed each other. Suddenly, she launched herself at him and he threw his hands in front of him and yelled in a pathetic attempt to shield himself from her. She only chuckled and embraced him tightly.
After a few seconds, she released him and said, " Andrea Allyson-Katherine Huntington. Call me Andy."
"Draco Edward-Philippe Malfoy. Draco." He replied, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Andrew Foxworth Huntington. Drew." added the boy with the drum as he approached from behind.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" asked Draco as he frowned at the grinning pair.
"Well, we're the Huntington twins. We're your neighbours. We're staying with our aunt Bronnie at the beach house by the rocks." She explained, pointing to a decrepit plantation-style blue house on yonder rocks.
"I thought it was abandoned. No one's ever been there in decades." said Draco.
"Well, that's going to change. Aunt Bronnie decided to fix it up every summer that we're here. So we'll be seeing you every summer -- if you're here." she responded with a thoughtful tilt of her head.
"You will. My family's been coming here since before I was born. But you still haven't explained what happened just now." Draco continued.
"Oh! That… the thing is – " Andy began, abruptly cut off by Drew.
"She's a drama queen + part Irish…no straight answers to be found there. Cliff Notes version: Madame Tallulah over here has visions, and she saw the three of us having some past connection. So she decided to pester the spirits about it until they brought you to us." Drew explained.
"No self-respecting Irish person worth their salt would give you a straight answer…the gift of blarney just doesn't allow it. And I resent being called a drama queen – I just am more in tune with my emotions than others and am more expressive." Andy retorted.
"Translation: Drama queen who knows she's an attention whore and is loving it." Drew quipped.
"I told mom to put you back or exchange you for a sweater in the delivery room or at least pawn you off for better hospital food. But no… stupid maternal instincts! I hate being your stupid twin!" Andy muttered.
"What the fuck?" Draco exclaimed in bewilderment.
"Draco, my boy, you're in for a world of chaos and adventure…" the twins chorused as Drew slung his arm across Draco's shoulder and Andy put her arm in the crook of his and they walked him along the shore, explaining everything to him.
Draco swore softly as he stood beside and unconscious Andy. He released a frustrated sigh and rummaged in the folds of his robe until he successfully found what he was looking for. He grinned triumphantly and read the label:
LADY GODIVA'S
INSTANT ILL PILLS
"If they don't cure your problem nothing will..."
Spoiling your fun? Give 'em the red pill for instant runs...
Fed up with an obnoxious prick? Orange will fix this dick….
Wish that uptight stick in the mud would be mellow? Give 'em a taste of the yellow…
Don't want to read the rest of this crap?
Say your problem and give this bottle two taps…
By the way, if you've stolen this you sticky-fingered klepto
Severe nausea, upset stomach, indigestion and diarrhoea….
Go make friends with Mr. Pepto…
Draco couldn't help but chuckle at Andy's warning and murmured, "Unconscious and banged up…" and tapped the bottle twice. Suddenly the label changed to reveal:
Didn't want to appreciate the effort I've put into my work?
Then, you ungrateful impatient asshole of a jerk….
The blue will do the trick for you!
Instantly, the bottle uncorked itself and spat out two blue pills with disgust and then flipped him the bird. Draco made a mental note to speak to Andy about her label manners. How could she expect people to buy her concoctions when she spoke to them like that? He took the pills and fed them to Andy, waiting for their immediate effect. Seconds later, he was rewarded with a conscious recuperated Andy.
"What the hell happened?" asked Andy as she got out of bed.
"Your idiot brother was messing around with that damned diary and the Dark Lord decided to invite us over for tea at that same moment." Draco drawled.
"For tea? Aww…isn't that tweet? He wants us to be fwends. Can I bring Miss Dolly? Or is it strictly androgynous teddy bears in attendance? " Andy asked.
"I should think so…Miss Dolly looks like a rookie drag queen, which gives her a kind of androgynous look. She'll blend right in." Draco replied.
"Goodie! Now let's go meet The Joker." said Andy as they snuck out of the infirmary.
"I never really thought of him as the Joker…more of a Darth Vader. " Draco remarked as they walked down the corridor.
" Now that you put it that way…this whole sitch kinda parallels Star Wars in an odd way. That makes Harry the Luke Sky Walker. Where does that put you? Hans Solo? Then that makes Ginny…Princess Lea. Then who's Chewbacca? Or R2-D2? I've got to think about this some more. Maybe Drew can straighten it all out. He's good at these superhero/villain parallels…" Andy mused.
"Tonight, our mission is to find a prized possession of the Dark Lord. You must retrieve it by any means necessary. Take no prisoners." said Lucius Malfoy as he stood in front of the room full of young Death Eaters.
He looked pointedly at Draco, visually communicating that he expected him to be the one to do so. It was unspoken that whoever was successful would be looked upon in favour by the Dark Lord – a coveted estate by all Death Eaters.
Lucius looked at the twins with a mixture of disdain and distrust. He didn't like the unknown Yanks with a shielded past who seemed to be garnering increasing favour with the Dark Lord. The odd thing was that they had only been in the organization for barely a year and had gone on far less missions than Draco but the Dark Lord took to them like a duck to water. The normally guarded, paranoid Dark Lord who took a long time to like or trust anyone was becoming…fond (if one could say so) of the Yanks.
Mind you, they had not botched one single mission. In fact, they (along with Draco) were the best young soldiers they had. They were ruthless in the execution of their tasks. They were cold-blooded killers with not one iota of humanity in them (a trait Draco would do well to hone perfectly). When they had received the Dark Mark they hadn't so much as blinked. They even seemed to get off on the pain. They were the perfect warriors, perhaps too perfect…
"Now, I'm going to give you another chance to tell me where the locket is." said Andy, a cold, murderous gleam in her eye.
"Please…I've told you before… I don't know what you're talking about…" the woman wailed, tears bathing her face as she sat immobilized on the chair.
" Maybe this'll jog your memory…" said Drew as he grabbed her daughter by the neck.
"Momm-eee! Heeelp! Momm-ee!" the little girl screamed, her arms and legs flailing as she fought to be released from his crushing grip.
"No…please! Don't hurt her! I don't know what you're talking about!" the woman insisted hysterically, trying to get up from the chair to save her daughter.
"The bitch is lying, and you know how I hate being lied to…" Andy trailed off with a shake of her head.
"Speak the truth and speak it ever…" Drew began, slowly running the blade of a knife across the little girl's neck, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
"No! Stop! Stop it you fucking bastards!" the woman screamed, desperately trying to get to her daughter.
"Cause it what it will…" Andy continued, as Drew slashed the girl's wrists, her blood dripping on the baby doll at her feet.
"Momm-ee…Oww! Momm-ee…" the girl wailed.
"She who hides the wrong she did…" Drew added, slashing the girl's stomach.
"Does the wrong thing still." Andy finished, laughing as Drew plunged the knife into the girl's heart, releasing the woman from the chair.
"Nooo….. Molly! My baby!" the woman bawled, running to catch her daughter as Drew dropped her lifeless body to the floor.
"Mama…Mama…Mama.." repeatedly cooed the doll as the girl's body fell on the doll, covering it in blood.
The woman cried hysterically as she held her daughter's limp body in her hands, rocking back and forth. Suddenly she picked up the incessantly chatting annoying doll and threw it at a wall in the far corner.
"Is that any way to treat little Molly's baby? She would never let her baby be hurt…good little mommy that she was. Guess she was a good mother even though you failed her in that capacity. Tsk tsk… shame about the parents these days…" said Andy as she picked up the doll.
"Just not fulfilling their duties like they used to. Wouldn't you say…" Drew added, charming the doll to look like the dead little girl and setting it on the floor.
"Mama…Mama…Mama…I love you…Mama…" the doll chanted as it walked towards her.
"You bastards! Damn you!" the woman cried, launching herself at Drew.
" No no no! Violence is not the answer. Haven't you learned about all the damage the violent way does? Shame…" said Andy as Drew repelled her with a spell.
"Now… since you won't tell us what you did with the locket. Maybe you'll tell little Molly…" Drew suggested, conjuring a seemingly revived form of the little girl.
"Mommy…just tell them what you did with the locket. Just tell them…tell them mommy…" the little girl pleaded, walking over to her sobbing mother.
"No! I don't know! I don't know…Baby… I don't know…" she replied, sobbing and shaking her head.
"Tell them…just tell them mommy…" the little girl continued.
"I DON'T KNOW! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" the woman screamed.
"Bitch! Just tell them where it is! I died because of it!" the little girl roared, attacking her mother.
"Get off me! Stop! No! GET OFF!" said the woman reluctantly fighting her little girl.
Suddenly the little girl abruptly halted her assault and slumped to the floor.
"Mommy…you killed me…" she said, her eyes remaining fixed on her mother as she became lifeless yet again.
The woman looked to see the knife protruding from the girl's stomach and looked at her hands to see her little girl's blood all over them.
"No! What did I do! Molly…" the woman whispered hoarsely, staring in shock at her daughter.
"As touching as this Kleenex moment has been, we need to get going. It's obvious you know absolutely nothing about we want and…those other people aren't going to torture themselves. So…" Andy began.
"Have a nice…afterlife." Drew finished, sending her on her way with the killing curse.
"Psychological torture…when you care enough to send the best…"
"I still can't believe we haven't found that locket. All that torture for nothing…well, it was entertaining." said Andy as she and Draco walked back to Slytherin.
"What you did to that woman and her daughter…classic. Possibly your best work yet." Draco remarked.
" Nuh-uh my friend. The best is yet to come." Andy replied as he gave the password and they entered the common room.
"Shouldn't you be getting back to the infirmary so Potter can play doctor?" asked Draco as they plopped down on the couch.
"Nah! I'm going to my room. I hate that place. The turndown service stinks and the help has poor manners. Plus, I think Pomfrey went through my things and tried to feel me up." Andy responded.
"They ought to do something about that old lech! She assaulted me too. Couldn't keep her hands off my hot, toned gorgeous body." Draco added.
" So…how're things with Ginny?" asked Andy.
"I can't imagine why you would find that interesting. I'm going to bed." Draco answered, getting up and heading for his room.
" A…Because you and Ginny belong together. B…. Because I love the whole drama behind it. C… Because you're good for each other. D….Ginny needs to get laid and you need to lay Ginny. E…Because I love the whole drama behind it. F…. Did I mention the drama?" Andy explained, counting off the reasons on her fingers.
"Leave it alone Andy!" Draco called out as he disappeared around a corner.
"You're no fun!" Andy muttered with a pout.
"I'll get you my pretty. I'll get you and your little dog too…"
Harry frowned as he saw a completely restored Andy sauntering into the Great Hall for breakfast. He had expected her to be out for at least two days before she would be back to her old self. But as usual, you had to expect the unexpected with Andy.
"Andy, what are you doing here?" asked Harry as she sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Ginny.
"Eating breakfast. Should I go elsewhere?" responded Andy, preparing to get up and join her housemates.
"N-no! Not at all. I'm just surprised to see you up and about is all." Harry answered.
"Why? What happened Andy?" asked Ginny.
"Nothing really. I had a little accident last night and I got a little booboo. Nothing to worry about." Andy explained.
"Are you sure?" asked Ginny.
"Of course I'm sure. Don't be silly! I'm a tough girl." Andy insisted.
"Ok. If you're sure…" said Ginny.
"Of course I am. Now, what are you doing this evening?" asked Andy.
"Absolutely nothing. Why do you ask?" said Ginny.
"Ughh! Bangers and mash? How can you people eat something with such a sexual connotation? You name the sausage banger? Isn't it bad enough that it looks like a dick? But you gotta name it banger? Why don't you just call it sex on a plate or something? Give me a bowl of Fruit Loops any day! Maybe I'll have some bacon and eggs with a bagel slathered in rich cream cheese and perhaps a glass of OJ. Or perhaps a Spanish omelette…I think I'll just have toast." Andy rambled, thoughtfully tilting her head to the side.
"Andy! Focus! You were telling me why the interest in my lack of plans for the evening…" Ginny prompted her.
"Oh! Went for a ride again…uhmm…yeah…ok…The thing is, I need a few assistants for my Muggle Studies class and I was wondering if you would help me." Andy explained.
" Sure. What is it that you need help with?" Ginny consented as she ate her breakfast.
" You'll see. Make sure you dress nicely though. Wear something sexy." came Andy's cryptic reply as she munched on a piece of toast.
"Ok…But don't expect me to put out the first time." Ginny teased, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"A little Fire Whiskey in your drink and you'll be singing a different tune missy." Andy retorted, turning Ginny's face so that it was mere kissing distance from hers.
"I'm not easy…but we can discuss it." said Ginny, licking her lips and looking at Andy with half-lidded eyes.
Ron turned beet red at the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe his baby sister was behaving in such a manner. She looked like a wanton hussy! Even though Andy was completely making him randy… Ginny was making all the other males randy as well! Horny teenage boys were dangerous -- he should know!
" Girlfriend. Hello?" said Hermione as she smacked a drooling Ron in the head.
"Ouch! What was that – Right then." He responded, rubbing his head.
" Let's open negotiations then…" said Andy, pulling Ginny closer.
" Yes, let's…" Ginny replied, threading her fingers through Andy's hair.
All male eyes watched as Andy and Ginny moved towards each other like moths to the flame as if some magnetic force attracted them. The whole Great Hall was silent as everyone held their breath, watching as a girl-on-girl kiss unfolded…Ginny let out a low moan as Andy massaged her scalp, her lips descending on her-- cheek.
"Damn!" came the collective murmured curse from many a male and a few females.
" Maybe the second time with the gift of a shiny bauble then," said Andy with a grin, pinching her cheek and ruffling her hair.
"You betcha! Diamonds are a girl's best friend." Ginny replied with a giggle as they got up from the table.
"That's my girl!" said Andy, giving her a playful smack on the rump.
"That would be so sexy if my sister weren't involved…" Drew commented as they left the Great Hall.
"Luckily, I'm not bloody related to either one of them." said Dean Thomas with a leer, watching their disappearing backsides.
"Dude … that's my sister… back off!" Drew growled, glaring at Dean and the other admirers.
