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The Mudbloods Daughter II: The Kings are Back!
"It's getting darker," Stella said ominously, as the five friends sat in Narca-Jane's room. She was staring out the window, as rain battered down on it, thunder crashing above their heads. Stella was wrapped in a green blanket, the weather unseasonably cold for summer, the blanket with a layer of silk under a thick layer of wool.
She wore white pyjama bottoms, with pink paws printed on them, and a green jumper, with thick slipper socks on her feet. Her dark gold hair was pulled into a messy bun, her dark face blank of expression, yet her indigo eyes fiery as she stared out the window.
"Any news on any attacks?" Narca-Jane asked Raine, who was sitting at the desk, a Daily Prophet on one side of her, and a Quibbler on the other. She had on striped fleece pyjamas, purple and pink, with her pants tucked into a pair of ugg boots. Her dark black hair was mussed up, and her glasses rested on her nose, her face tired, with dark circles under her eyes. Her fingers ran down articles of the Prophet, while her green eyes skimmed over the Quibbler.
"Periwinkle?" Narca-Jane asked.
"Just the usual slander in the prophet. Dementor attacks in Crawford and Nettlebed, Blood Hunter attack in Great Hangleton, about three missing people and an article on protection against dark magic in the Quibbler. What's to be expected," Raine sighed, and Narca-Jane groaned. She was sat under her quilt on her bed, wearing her grey jogging bottoms, and a white jumper, her hair in a ruffled, messy state. She had a woolen hat on, to try and keep it flat. Scorpius was leaning against her, asleep, his had just peeking out from the blanket. She leaned against a pile of pillows, a book resting on her knees.
Plushpaws rose her sandy furred head, as if to say, 'Who's missing?', from where the lioness was sprawled at the foot of Narca-Jane's bed on her back, paws in the air and tail swishing dangerously. Raine looked down at the Quibbler, frowning.
"Er... lets see... Susan Bones, an obliviator with the Ministry, Hestia Jones was taken from her home on Thursday, and Lee Jordan," Raine said, and Adalyn's head popped up from behind her laptop, blinking.
"Lee Jordan? Wasn't he your Uncle George's friend?" she asked Narca-Jane, who nodded, frowning. Adalyn furrowed her eyebrows over her tired blue eyes, her auburn red hair falling into them, as she typed, balancing her laptop on her legging covered knees, wearing a large sweatshirt with Cambridge University over the breasts.
"Bummer for Uncle George," she mumbled, and Plushpaws hopped down from the bed, landing as Riley on her hands and knees, in angry red pyjamas, a scarf around her neck as her fingers gripped the fluffy white carpet to stop herself from falling. Amusingly, she still had her tail, which looked rather weird. Her mane of wild hair was pulled into a high ponytail, some stray curls around her ivory face, as she stood. She looked back at her tail, and laughed, before it vanished.
"I love that thing," she said, a smile on her lips, before she stretched, and walked over to Raine, looking over her shoulder at the Prophet. On the front page was a picture of Cissady, with the words 'Our Last Hope For Magic' above it. Cissady didn't look like a figure that would inspire hope in anyone.
She looked thin, gaunt, and her skin was white as a skulls. Her eyes were blood red, and she wore a wispy black robe. On her head was a black headband, with roses sewn into it. Cissady had an eerily creepy smile on her face, her wand in her hand, the tip glowing dimly.
Riley sneered at the picture, and then tore the prophet in half, dropping it in the bin as she went towards the door. She looked at the other occupants of the room. "Anyone want a fiewhiskey?" she asked, a smile on her face. They shook their heads, before going back to their activities, and Riley leaving, closing the door behind her saying 'Your loss!'.
Stella shook her head, before resting her forehead against the window. The coolness of the window sent goosebumps up her skin, and she closed her eyes, feeling the wind through the steamed up glass.
The sound of distant screaming, filled her ears, and she furrowed her eyebrows, placing her hand against the glass. Help! Please help us! She pulled her hand back, and looked at the window with wide eyes. She rubbed the condensation away with her palm, and went pale with terror. Fire... and dark shadows.
"Narca-Jane! There's an attack on Ottery St Catchpole!" she shouted, and Narca-Jane rushed to the window, throwing her covers aside, and rubbing the window in front of the desk Raine was at.
"Get my mom! Now!" she ordered, before trying to force the window open with several grunts. "Damn it! It's glued shut!" Narca-Jane swore, before whipping out her wand.
"REDUCTO!" she shouted, and the window exploded, the rain pouring into the bedroom through the gaping hole, and the Quibbler flying into Raine's face, who was screaming and gripping a piece of glass that was stuck in her leg. Adalyn rushed to her side, while Scorpius wailed from where he was in Narca-Jane's bed.
"What are you doing!" Adalyn yelled over the howling wind, and Narca-Jane looked at her.
"I'm jumping," she said simply, and Adalyn gaped at her.
"Don't be ridiculous! We are three stories up!" Adalyn shouted, and Narca-Jane smirked.
"I've jumped higher," she shrugged, before launching herself out her window. Adalyn screamed, and ran to the window, looking to see Narca-Jane transform into a wolf mid way, and bound toward the town, howling with the wind.
"Get out of here!" Narca-Jane shouted, pulling children from the woods, and then running into the burning town. "AGUAMENTI!" she shouted, and a jet of water burst from her wand tip. It had no effect on the flames. "Crap! What am I supposed to do!" she called out to know one, and no reply came, as the flames rose higher around her.
"You must control it, Miss Hallows," came a wispy voice from behind her, and she spun, coughing, to see Dumbledore's face in the fire. "Control the fire, Miss Hallows... You can do it." Narca-Jane blinked, as he disappeared, and wondered if the loss of air was making her hallucinate. As the fire began to crackle, she realised that she would have to take that chance, and scrambled to her feet, her wand in the air above her head.
"Come on... come on..." she grunted, and she dropped her wand, hugging herself, and coughing. "I can't do... I can't..." she choked, falling to the ground. The flames began to take form, turning into a scorching dragon, roaring into the heavens. Narca-Jane looked up in terror, as the fire gathered, and the the glowing eyes stared back at her, before it's mouth opened in a deafening howl, and dove at her.
"STOP!" she screeched, throwing up her hands, her fear peaking like a hot summers day temperature. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her hair clung to her, every part of her soaked to the bone. She waited for the searing agony of being burned alive, and when it didn't come, she opened one eye, and gasped in pure amazement. The dragon had stopped, mere inches from her face, and looked like it was fighting something invisible.
"Oh my God..." she whispered, making sure to keep her hands up, not knowing what would happen if she dropped them. Slowly she stood, swallowing heavily, and began to pull her hands apart. The dragon roared in agony, as it started to spilt down the middle, and Narca-Jane felt herself perspire as the rain beat down onto her. Taking a deep breath, she bought her hand together hard, the flames shooting towards each other, before circling above her as she spun her arms above her head.
They slowly began to wear, and she bent to the floor, keeping the fiery ball above her head, and grabbing her wand. She pointed it to the ball, squeezing her fist so the flames began to extinguish, and then shot an extinguishing charm at it. The fire went out, and everything around her went dark, and smoky. Then out of nowhere, the sound of slow, deliberate clapping filled her ears.
"Well, well... that was entirely unexpected," a voice came towards her, cutting through her tingling, hot body like a knife. Narca-Jane looked around her, gripping her wand. "I'm truly amazed and impressed, Narca-Jane. That was extraordinary."
The figure walked towards her, and Narca-Jane immediately recognised the long silver hair, and blood red eyes of Cissady Hallows. Narca-Jane stayed silent. "You truly are your mothers little protege. Everything I heard you would be. I must say... I didn't believe it. I really didn't. But now, I guess I have no choice. Well done. Very well done," Cissady sneered, and Narca-Jane kept her wand on her.
"What are you doing here?" Narca-Jane spat, amazed she could even produce moisture as sweat stung her eyes. Cissady twirled her wand on her fingers, smirking at Narca-Jane in amusement.
"You have to ask? Really? I would have thought it obvious." Cissady giggled, and Narca-Jane tightened her grip.
"What is obvious?" she hissed. Cissady looked at her through narrowed eyes.
"I'm here to kill you."