First: I don't own the Harry Potter universe or characters, I do own however any OC's.
Normal- what is spoken
Italic- what is translated into English.
With every Action There is A Ripple Effect
Chapter: Seven Devils All Around You
The seven Veela surrounded them, the creatures deep captivating eyes full of fire, narrowing at their prey with distrust and rage, a evident sneer painted on their delicate beautiful flawless faces, slender bodies stiff and on guard like warriors, a contrast to their white fragile clothed tunic form, the thin material draping and wrapping around their bodies.
Lyrisadora stared at them with a hint of awe, the full pure Veelas being every bit as fascinating, beautiful and deadly as the books and images described, herself feeling little in comparison, imagining how dishevelled her appearance was and how filthy her robes were. She glanced at Adrian who seemed to be fighting to stay focused, but still visibly attentive, she imagined the Veela' powers of charm were at a low as the creatures anger stood prominent, shattering any judgmental thought that these were just fragile beautiful woman of no threat.
A silence stayed hung in the air as nymph and humans eyed each other down. The eye contact brokeonce one of the Veela stepped forward, causing all eyes to turn to her. The Veela was of medium stature, as equally beautiful as the rest, but with a prominent air authority, raising her hand and lowering it to signal the archers to lower their weapons, which they did so, however the arrows still stayed loaded in their bows. Veela ever still on guard. The Veela leader's head was held high, steps graceful and calculated, her hazel green eyes flaring with a calm adrenaline that readied for battle, loose wavy hair a silver colouring that shined in the moonlight, an ivory band on her head, holding small flowers and moss, looking like a crown, her skin pale and face sharp with a strong jaw. "I am Forsythia, vee high priestess of vee Veela. Vour kind are not welcomed in these sacred courts," she snarled venomously, her accent a thick Bulgarian.
Veela ever still on guard. The Veela leader's head was held high, steps graceful and calculated, her hazel green eyes flaring with a calm adrenaline that readied for battle, loose wavy hair a silver colouring that shined in the moonlight, an ivory band on her head, holding small flowers and moss, looking like a crown, her skin pale and face sharp with a strong jaw. "I am Forsythia, vee high priestess of vee Veela. Vour kind are not welcomed in these sacred courts," she snarled venomously, her accent a thick Bulgarian.
Veela ever still on guard. The Veela leader's head was held high, steps graceful and calculated, her hazel green eyes flaring with a calm adrenaline that readied for battle, loose wavy hair a silver colouring that shined in the moonlight, an ivory band on her head, holding small flowers and moss, looking like a crown, her skin pale and face sharp with a strong jaw. "I am Forsythia, vee high priestess of fee Veela. Vour kind are not welcomed in these sacred courts," she snarled venomously, her accent a thick Bulgarian.
Lyrisadora exchanged an anxious glance with Adrian, both trying to think of a way out of this, she felt the apparent leader's eyes resting on her expectantly. "Well you see…." Lyrisadora began unsurely, looking at Adrian before turning to face the leader and stepping forward, attempting to smile, the smile appearing strained and weak. "We simply stumbled upon this area," she began evenly. "You see we arrived here by accident, we're actually just students from England, and we study at Hogwarts-you might have heard of-"
"Ve are aware of your kind's magical establishments," a bright ginger haired Veela sneered, her accent a slight lighter Bulgarian, looking at the two with furyr.
Lyrisadora swallowed a lump in her throat. "Right, well that's good, which means surely you can understand our carelessness when walking around a forest in the dark?" she stated, earning silence, hastily continuing. "You see we were looking in the forest for something we've lost, when we accidently stumbled upon your court," she added.
The leader sneered. "Accident," she repeated icily, eyes cold. "You talk of such a disrespect as if it ver nothing!" she snarled, her voice rising as feathers started to poke out of her skin. Lyrisadora stepped back as she tried to keep calm.
Adrian seemed to now be completely focused, attempting to assist reasoning with the Veela. "She didn't mean it like that! Listen we didn't mean to fall on it, we tripped over and landed in it," he lied. Lyrisadora fought the urge to glare at him, deciding it best to go along with his exaggeration of the truth.
"Vee male lies surely! The deception of wizards runs deep in its young," one of the Veela behind them spat. "Нека ги убият като наказание и да се направи с него, " she added hatefully.
"Let us kill them as punishment and be done with it."
"No," said the Forysythia firmly, silencing the Veela's protests. She eyed Lyrisadora and Adrian calculatedly. "We do not kill on sacred ground," she added sternly, eyeing the rest of her court down into submission, before her eyes darted back onto Lyrisadora. "State your reason for being in these forest parts," she ordered coldly.
Lyrisadora met the piercing eyes of the high priestess, struggling to keep her eyes locked onto the other's hypnotising deadly green. "We came to find a gold cup we had lost, we were attacked by a Troll on the cliffs, the object fell into the woods," she explained, catching glance out of the corner of her eye, of the Veela turning to one another with knowing looks. Lyrisadora looked at them all suspiciously before exchanging a knowing glance with Adrian. "Which I assume you've seen," she added, levelling her gaze with Forsythia.
Forsythia's eyes narrowed at her. "The object you speak of was a gift to us from the fates," she argued icily.
Adrian arched an eyebrow at her. "It fell from a cliff. I think history would beg to differ, I was under the impression the Hogwarts House cup belonged to the said building," he protested in frustration.
The ripple effect of this comment caused a sound of hisses to emerged, the Veela becoming ever more bird like, a Veela behind them lighting her hand on fire, ready to attack. Lyrisadora's eyes widened as she hastily tried to calm the situation, stepping in front of Adrian. "What my companion is trying to say, is that the cup holds enormous sentimental value to its owners, its rightful place with its owners," she reasoned.
Forsythia's eyes narrowed more, holding a controlled cold rage. "Rightful Owners," she repeated, her voice dripping with ice, causing the other Veela to calm and come to attention, silence hanging in the air, Lyrisadora feeling a shiver run up a spine as she stood frozen and waited. "Do not dare to tell us of returning objects to their rightful owners, when wizards have dared to desecrate our culture and stolen what is rightfully ours!" she spat, beginning to circle the two.
Her flawless face becoming more visibly bird like. "On the celebration Velebit the most cherished and sacred object of the Veela was stolen by a wizard, one of vour kind who took it for selfish actions, the very action spitting on our valued traditions and ways," she snarled, stopping in front of them, her eyes ablaze, all elements of green replaced with a deep onyx with a red tint. "We danced and prayed to the fates in effort for justice and retribution, this place where we all stand being the place where our prays were answered and ground was touched by great power," she continued to explain, her tone powerful and fierce as Lyrisadora and Adrian edged closer together, their eyes wide as they stared at the furious high priestess, afraid to turn away.
"The cup fell from the sky and landed in the very centre of the circle, given by the powers above as a gift, a sign of justice, that we may fill the void of loss that vour kind caused," she spat, her glare fierce. Lyrisadora was thankful to see the Veela was gradually calming down as her future returned more human, however a clear anger stayed prominent as the danger stayed. "Vat vwas once belonging to man is now ours, this is our justice, something we will not part with," she declared strongly, stepping back as she eyed the two intently.
Adrian and Lyrisadora stared at her with a mixture of fear shock, Lyrisadora's mind raced as what the said Veela had said sunk in. Their situation was growing worse by the second, even if the Veela refused to kill them of sacred ground, that didn't write of the possibility of death since they could easily take them prisoner and hunt them down, Lyrisadora absently touched her wand in the inside of her inner robe pocket, they could fight their way out, however that still seemed a bit grim seeing how they were outnumbered seven to two, with a key disadvantage that Veela were powerful fighters, shooting fireballs and arrows left, right and centre, the adding factor of these current Veela being already infuriated, creating a very grim theory of how things would end up turning out.
So fighting their way out didn't look promising, Lyrisadora tried to think of a new plan as the silence surrounding them became more tense and strained, ready to break at any given moment. Forsythia's tale of a wizard stealing their object rang in her mind, an idea forming. "This object the wizard stole, when was it stolen?" she questioned clearly, looking the Veela in the eye as she stepped forward.
Forsythia eyed her warily. "It vas taken three months ago while we vere preparing for vee celebration, a branch of hunters vere sent to track him down," she explained, her tone turning bitter. "But we vere unable to step out of our forest territory and such further into the man's domain of ver it is hidden," she continued.
Adrian looked at her questionably. "If you know where it is why weren't you able to leave and search further?" he questioned, at this the surrounding Veelas' glares intensified as the high priestess scowled at him with hate.
"Vee Bulgarian ministry deems us wild Veela, unless we register, we are not permitted to leave our territory," she snarled. "We are unable to roam free, our existence being at magical beings mercy, oppressed," she spat, earning a murmur of concurred growls, Lyrisadora grimaced as she shot Adrian a warning look to say no more. "Only those Veela who betray our vays and culture, forsaking our traditions and submitting to the ministry's will are free to enter out of this forest, themselves mating vith man and becoming mascots for sports!" she yelled, her anger mounting.
Lyrisadora quickly held her hands up in surrender. "Which we both understand! Please, I understand why you must feel hate towards our kind, but what if we come to an agreement," she implored carefully, something which caused the Veela to pause in their anger, the high priestess eyeing Lyrisadora with distrust and interest.
"Vot sort of agreement? You have nothing we vont, vot could you offer us to spare your lives?" she questioned coldly.
Adrian looked to Lyrisadora questionably, to which she responded with a firm look which told him to shut up and let her do the talking. "An exchange," she began clearly. "We go get back the object the wizard stole from you, in exchange that you spare our lives and give us back the cup," she proposed evenly, waiting for a reply as the Veela exchanged suspicious looks, Forsythia looking at Lyrisadora with uncertainty and interest.
"An exchange you say?" she began slowly. "You would return what was taken from us, for this cup?" she repeated carefully.
"Yes,the cup is all we need and desire," Lyrisadora confirmed, trying to keep her mask of confidence steady as she waited for an answer.
Forsythia kept her eyes on Lyrisadora, analysing her for any element of treachery, the ginger haired Veela beside her glared at her with great distrust. "You are voolish to think we vill agree to such a thing," she spat acidly. "A witch's tongue is as treacherous as a snakes bite, your smooth words will not cloud your true intentions," she added, earning an annoyed look from Adrian.
"Actually if you used your brain for once you'd realise she's giving you an opportunity to get back what was stolen from you, without even lifting one little pretty finger," he retorted acidly, causing the Veela to growl and her anger to flare.
Lyrisadora glared at him and groaned. "You're not helping the situation!" she hissed.
Before the red haired Veela could attack Adrian, Forsythia spoke up. "I accept your deal," she said smoothly, never taking her eyes off Lyrisadora.
The ginger haired Veela's eyes widened in shock as she began to splutter. "But Priestess! How do we know vey will not simply leave and never return? Vey can not be trusted," she argued.
"Not entirely Meliai, however vey have offered to return what was taken, such an offer presented by fate cannot be dismissed carelessly," Forsythia argued, causing the said Veela named Meliai to scowl, but cease her protests. "Vese humans will be useful and their price is fair," she continued, stepping closer, before turning to a dark haired Veela to her left, nodding to her, a silent order. The Veela returned the nod and opened the flap of the medium forestry bag she was carrying, pulling out the golden Hogwarts House cup, the metal holding remarkably little damage, with the exception of a few dents, Lyrisadora absently wondered if the cup had a protective shield charm around it. "This is the item you desire I presume?" Forsythia inquire coolly, noting the look in Adrian and Lyrisadora's eyes, their heads nodding in unison providing her answer. "Ven we are in agreement," she concluded, Lyrisadora held back a sigh of relief, as the Veela continued. "However, a vow must first be made," she added, causing Lyrisadora to tense as a prominent quote lingered in her mind, "there's always a catch."
Now this is the last quick update for a while, because I really need to finish my homework!
Anyway hope you guys like where this story is going, I'm happy to say this little adventure won't be pointless as a lot of important develops are going to happen. MWAHAHA (rubs hands together evilly) the plans I have for these two...
But anyway! Let me know what you guys think!