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The Mudbloods Daughter II: The Kings are Back!
Narca-Jane immediately sent a hex at Cissady, who blocked it easily. "Please! You really think you can beat me? There is no chance!" Cissady laughed, before vanishing into the shadows, Narca-Jane looking around wildly. If only she had her wolf eyesight, she would be able to see! Suddenly, out of nowhere, a golden blast hit her in the back of the neck, causing her to howl in agony and fall to the floor. "Weak... that's all you are... weak and pathetic..."
Narca-Jane screamed, as the back of her neck seemed to burn, and Cissady laughed, but then frowned, when Narca-Jane tried to stand again, fighting her. Cissady's wand dug into the back of her neck, and Narca-Jane tried to get to her feet, and Cissady snarled, before enforcing her spell even more. Narca-Jane screamed, and fell back to the ground, on her hands and knees, but still fighting. Cissady looked at her with wide eyes.
"Why won't she die..." Cissady thought, when her wand suddenly flew from her hand. She gasped in outrage, and looked at Narca-Jane, who had ceased screaming and collapsed on the ground. Looking around, her crimson red eyes fell onto the furious ones of Hermione Malfoy. "Don't you dare touch my daughter, you red-eyed freak," Hermione hissed, her wand pointed at Cissady, a growl emanating from her throat. Cissady smirked, and her wand appeared in her hand.
"What are you going to do about it, Mudblood?" she hissed, and Hermione glowered at her, before saying 'I'll kill you' simply, her voice like ice. Cissady laughed. "You and what army?"
"Us," a furious growl came from the shadows, and suddenly the area lit up, to reveal the Order, the Honours and the Marauders all circling them, wands pointed straight at Cissady, cold looks on each of their faces. Cissady pouted, and rolled her eyes, before kicking Narca-Jane in the side and glowering at her unconscious body. Hermione saw red, and instantly sent a hex soaring at her, which Cissady quickly blocked, her eyes narrowing on her and flicking over the others.
"Well, this is hardly fair. So ta-ta!" she said, before she vanished with a crack. Silence reigned, until Teddy ran forward, dropping next to Narca-Jane, and looking over her pale face. He silently begged for her to be okay, when her eyes opened slowly, still nearly closed, and she smiled at him painfully. Sighing in relief, he lifted her, Hermione rushing over to see if Narca-Jane was alright, closely followed by Draco.
"Oh my poor baby! Talk to me sweetie! Please!" Hermione pleaded, and Narca-Jane looked at her blearly. 'I'm fine...' she groaned, before closing her eyes again.
Narca-Jane woke to find herself in her bedroom, the window fully repaired and Teddy's head resting on her hand, as the exhausted boy slept, murmuring under his breath. She pulled her hand from his grip, careful not to wake him, and stroked his soft blue hair, a small smile on her face as the sound of poring rain slammed against her windows, and the wind howled furiously.
"You're awake," she heard a strained whisper, and she looked to her side, to see her mother leaning against her desk, her eyes tired, and her face gaunt, with dark circles under her eyes. She had her arms crossed, and was still wearing her rain soaked clothes from the night before. Narca-Jane looked at her mother, before pushing herself up. Hermione walked over to her, and pushed her back down, a disappointed look in her eyes.
"Don't get up. We have to talk," she said, and Narca-Jane sighed. She had to say though, she knew the minute she had jumped out the window that if she survived, her mother was going to give her the 'I'm so disappointed' talk. Hermione looked at Narca-Jane, before frowning. "I can't believe you ran off to fight them alone. Do you know how worried I was? What if that had been the last time I ever saw you? What if I had lost you?"
Narca-Jane sighed. "I'm sorry mom..." she said, and HErmione shook her head.
"No you're not! That's the point, Narcy! You always do this, you always go right into battle without checkign out the dangers of it! I'm afraid that one of these days, you'll go into battle, and you'll never come out! Do you know what that would do to me? I can't lose you, Narca-Jane!" she exclaimed, and Teddy shot up, eyes wide, and nose turned into a beak. As if morphed back into his mouth, he looked at the two women, and then excused himself from the room, quickly leaving.
"Narca-Jane. You're my eldest child. My first child. My baby girl. I've had you with me since I was sixteen. Losing you... I'd never survive that. I'd die. Scoprius would cry, and lose part of himself, or Draco, or Abraxus, but me... I would actually die if I lost you. You are my only daughter. So please... just... be more careful, okay? I need you alive," Hermione said, and Narca-Jane pushed herself up, before throwing her arms around her mothers neck.
"I know, mom, I know... and I could never lose you too, but I had to go. I had to save those people. This place is my home, it always has been, and I would do anything to keep it safe. Even if it means risking my own life," Narca-Jane told her, and Hermione sighing, placing her hands on her daughters cheeks.
"You always were too Gryffindor for your own good," she joked brokenly, and Narca-Jane laughed weakly. Hermione's lower lip trembled, and she hugged Narca-Jane tightly, tears falling down her cheeks. Narca-Jan hugged her back, before hittig her on the arm playfully.
"Please mother... I'm 100% Slytherin," Narca-Jane said, scoffing, when a tinge of pain rain down her neck. She rose a hand to rub it, and scowled.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Hermione asked, and Narca-Jane frowned, rubbing her neck.
"I don't know... it's my neck. It's really painful..." she moaned, and Hermione furrowed her eyebrow, before pushing Narca-Jane's hair out the way, and gasping. Narca-Jane's eyes flickered to her mother, eyes worried. "What? Mom... what's wrong?" she asked, and Hermione looked at her, with shocked eyes. "Mom... you're freaking me out..."
"I think I know what the 'only the wolf will be marked' part of the prophecy meant," Hermione said, and Narca-Jane gasped, looking at her sharply. Hermione pulled the mirror from Narca-Jane's bedside table, and turned her back to her dressing table handing her the mirror. "Look at your neck," she said, and Narca-Jane looked at her mother, before slowly raising the mirror with shaky hands.
She inhaled sharply, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she looked at her neck. The back of her neck was red, yet the outline of a prominant white scar was visible clearly. The scar was in the shape of a cresent moon, made of three circles, and entertwining lines. "Wha... huh... Mom?" she asked, and Hermione had a pensive frown on her face as she looked at it.
"I'll be right back," she said, and Narca-Jane blinked, as her mother rushed from the room. Narca-Jane was barely allowed a minute of breathing, when Hermione rushed in, dragging Charissa by the collar of her t-shirt, and carrying the Hallows Tomb in her hand. Charissa growled, when Hermione shoved her towards the bed, before her eyes landed on Narca-Jane's neck. They widened, and she ran her fingers over the mark, causing Narca-Jane to twitch in agony.
"Thats... that's the Vinculum Vestigium," she whispered, and Hermione flicked through the tomb furiously, before finding it. She read the page, and gasped. Charissa nodded. "Yes. It is the bonding mark created by Sarina Hallows, and placed on her grandchildren by their parents. It had been in the family for years. No one has dared use it, in fear of it's consequences. The magic cast by our ancestors was strong enough to keep the bonding contained under the flesh of every Hallows witch and Wizard, and bind them for life."
"To reuse it... it's incredibly dangerous... Actually, now that I think about it, it is something we should have expected from Cissady," Charissa said, thoughtfully. Hermione nodded, as she read down the page. Narca-Jane gulped, looking from her mother, to her aunt. Charissa caught the look, and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, though, I'm sure it's harmless."
"Yeah... you're sure," Narca-Jane said, her voice high, and slightly squeaky. Charissa laughed nervously, and stood.
"I'm going to go... I have to take Cassie to get fitted for her new uniform," Charissa said, and Hermione looked at her curiously.
"New uniform?" she asked, and Charissa nodded. "Isn't she just going to Hogwarts?"
"No. She wants to go to Beauxbatons, won't tell me why though," she told her, before rushing from the room, leaving Narca-Jane slightly panicked, and Hermione blinking surprised.
"That's odd.... why on earth isn't Cassie goign to Hogwarts?" Hermione wondered, and Narca-Jane gaped at her.
"I think that there are far more pressing matters at hand, than why Cassie is not going to Hogwarts, mother," Narca-Jane said snappily, and Hermione chuckled nervously.