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CHAPTER 52

I watched as they exited the pensieve, Remus and Severus wore matching expressions. Something that I would have never imagined them to agree on… though they did on a subconscious level. Hisoka was as pale as she could possibly be, a troubled look on her perfect features. She excused herself from the room momentarily. Albus though was pacing once again, his brow knit.

Remus walked over silently and hugged his goddaughter to his chest. Asia was baffled, but hugged him back.

I was never allowed to see what was in that pensieve… Everyone that had seen it told me that I wouldn't want to see such a thing.

To this day, I have not seen what waited inside. Though at the time Albus believed that it would expand and open my mind to the memories that I repressed from my past, Severus and Remus wouldn't have it.

"ARE YOU INSANE?" Severus roared.

"Albus," said Remus, in a calmer tone. "Though this could unlock repressed memories, I don't think unlocking these memories will be good for Anastasia's health."

"Well, I can't argue with her guardians." said Albus, a mysterious twinkle in his eye.

"On to other business. We're going to need to be on alert. The Death Eaters do not have a leader, and are bound to be more unpredictable."

"In all honesty, they're not the brightest bunch. At least not with their key leaders in jail." said Severus. "Though we should be cautious with Pettigrew at large."

"Precisely, Severus." said Albus. He turned towards Asia, and lowered his glasses. "We must take the precautious to keep you hidden. With Peter out in the world now, he knows too much."

Asia sighed, taking her head in her hands. "I know."

"We spoke of this last night, Albus." interjected Severus.

Dumbledore nodded and looked at the young couple. "Then you both know what this means…"

Oliver sighed.

Asia looked at the floor, tears in her eyes.

"But when will we even be able to see each other?" He asked, breaking the temporary silence. Asia's eyes remained on the floor.

Severus had mentioned the idea of Oliver and I parting the previous night, but I don't think the shock hit me as much as it did when I was fully awake. I didn't want to be a part from him; I was very selfish when it came to Oliver. But somehow, I had to convince myself that this was for his safety. If he were to be seen with me, it would endanger his life. Losing him all together was so much worse than not seeing him as often. I had to rid myself of this selfishness, for his sake.

"You can arrange to see each other, I'm sure your paths will cross a few times." said Hisoka thoughtfully. "We'll be touring here and there, you'll be playing games around the world. Arrangements can be made, it just needs to be planned carefully."

Albus nodded, giving them both an encouraging smile. Asia stood up, and excused herself.

I found it very hard for me to control myself; I'm not accustomed to breaking down in front of a group of people. It is as foreign to me as having a normal life.

Once she reached the last step of the winding marble staircase she ran up the hallway and turned the corner. There were parts of rock falling off sections of the wall as she ran. She was losing control. Going into a very familiar part of the school, there were large three large windows looking out onto the groups. She sat on the large windowsill, crossed her legs and rested her head in her hands and started crying. She heard a small noise, and the hair on her back stood up. Something was coming, and it was getting closer and closer.

Asia turned and was face to face with Hisoka.

"Merlin…" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Why do you always insist on being so quiet?"

"I'm a vampire, I can't help it." She replied, gracefully kneeling next to her.

"Why are you here?" Asia asked, staring blankly out the window. She wiped her eyes quickly.

"I just came to talk to you." She replied, looking out the window as well. "I want you to know, despite being apart from him it's not the end of the world."

"I know it's not…" She sniffled. "But it feels like it. I have never truly had a say in anything in my life…everyone decides everything for me, without ever really asking me."

"If any of us had a say in our lives, destiny would not exist, and our lives would just run amok." Hisoka said cleverly.

"So then others get to make our decisions for us?" Asia said, turning to her.

"In time, you will notice that no one has a choice. We never choose what we want to be." She slowly got up, pointed her wand at Asia and dried her face. The spell made it appear that she hadn't cried at all.

Hisoka began to walk down the hallway, she looked like she was gliding, as always. She turned her head and said.

"We should be getting back. Come."

Because time is no more permanent than the leaves on trees, I move forward with my story. The next two weeks, Oliver and I spent every waking moment together. Subconsciously, we both knew it was going to be long before we might see each other again. It was the first of September when I left the Wood's home and made my way back to Hisoka's flat in London - seven years to the day I first met Oliver. We didn't stay long in London; we first made our way to Japan to entertain one of Hisoka's oldest patrons.

"What do you mean, when you say that Mr. Isamu is your oldest patron?" asked Asia, as they walked up a winding road leading to a large estate.

"Mr. Isamu has been my patron since I was an apprentice geisha." She replied calmly, her eyes staring straight ahead.

"So he knew you before you were bitten?" said Asia, looking at her mentor.

She just nodded.

"Let me guess." sighed Asia. "He bit you?"

"Yes." Hisoka said, finally looking at her. "It was an accident, he lost his control. Or so he says, I sometimes wonder if he bit me just so he'd have someone to entertain him for an eternity." There was a slight bitter tone to her voice.

"I'm sorry…" Asia said quietly. "I shouldn't have pried."

"It's perfectly fine." Hisoka was calm once more.

Mr. Isamu wasn't what I had expected… He was tall and strong, around the same age as Hisoka - mid to late twenties. He was very creepy…as creepy as a certain wolf that I would encounter later in my life.

My mother had also entertained Mr. Isamu, and he recognized me at once. Not because the slight resemblance I bore with my mother, but because Hisoka had only brought one of her protégées to entertain him. My mother.

I explained to you earlier that werewolves do not affect me, vampires do not either. The only guess that I have made is that my blood is odorless, and is not of the same composition of a human being or an animal. For that reason, I have been able to live with Hisoka in harmony, though she is a tamer vampire than many. Mr. Isamu wasn't nearly as tame despite being older; he shut himself away from humans because of that. But he still socialized with others of his kind.

We spent a week in Mr. Isamu's estate, entertaining him and various other fanged guests. Hisoka explained to me that every three months she spends a week with him. He was her danna, a high paying patron, when she was a geisha. He technically still is her danna even though she took on a different name to conceal her immortality.

We traveled here and there entertaining; Hisoka had many other patrons - which is most likely where she gained so much of her money. I made many new contacts along the way, and more patrons.

But Viktor and Mr. Doge were still the top paying. Though I enjoy my work, I felt empty… One night, we were in Belgium and I was entertaining a man who had looked so much like Oliver. It was so trying to hold myself together. I was on the verge of tears that entire night, needless to say, this man did not call me back to entertain him. And with that, I was perfectly fine.

The last week in November, I was called back to Hogwarts, for Viktor was there with Durmstrang for the Triwizard tournament. After his first task he was a bit shaken, you wouldn't see it really, but he was.

Igor Karkaroff had called on us by Patonus, he thought it would be a nice surprise for Viktor. I was on edge, still thinking about what Severus had told me of the Durmstrang Headmaster…I quickly shook that off.

Hisoka and I stayed in the guest quarters she normally inhabited on her visits to the school. I couldn't stay in Severus' quarters or even in the vicinity of him. More and more, he was receiving visits from Death Eaters such as Lucius Malfoy. We were forced to correspond in secret; he would have to come to the guest quarters, as much as he loathed Hisoka.

I entertained Viktor during the evenings, having conversations with him and then playing for him for an hour or so. During this time, I was pushing him towards Hermione. He was too afraid to talk to her. Jenny and I conversed about all the time when we were in school about Hermione's dire need of a male companion. At the time, I didn't know of Ron's feelings for her…I've never told either of them that it was me who coaxed an intimidated Viktor towards Hermione.

Oliver and I corresponded through owl, and we had planned to get together for Christmas. I had arranged a week off, but when we were closer to the holidays, I received an angry post from him. His coach had scheduled a team training workshop in Switzerland the week of the holidays. The whole team was enraged, but what could they do? This was their job. I wouldn't be able to be in Scotland the week he returned for one of my newer contacts in France wanted me there for one of his engagements.

From December through February, travels through Europe continued. I felt homeless in a sense; because we traveled so often that I really didn't remember the definition of the word home.

The fates finally cracked on a blustery, cold day in Pello, Finland. England's Quidditch team had a game with the Finnish national team, one town over. I had only found out the night before, when Oliver sent me an owl telling me he was on his way to Finland. I replied telling him I was in Pello, he replied telling me that their game was the next town over. He sent over a small piece of paper with "Room 5" scrawled on in his writing, it was a pass to get into the team's lodging after the game.

Fortunately, in Finland it was so cold, that I had to bundle up. My eyes were the only part of me that could be seen so it was incredibly easy to conceal my identity. Though really, there was nothing dangerous there that day, concealing myself was a precaution that had to be taken now when I was around Oliver. For his safety, not mine.

After the game, Asia went into the large brick building a few feet from the stadium. She followed the team there. In the lobby, the seven men turned around, noticing Asia still bundled up.

"Looks like we've got a Sheila!" said Brock White, the only foreigner on the Quidditch team. He was shivering from the cold; Asia guessed that it wasn't this cold in Australia.

The others were grinning excitedly, Asia smiled to herself. She felt like pulling their legs, so she did.

"What's your name?" asked one of the beaters.

Asia replied something in Finnish, and the men looked puzzled.

"Err…I speak a bit of Suomi." said Oliver. He clumsily tried to ask what her name was but ended up asking, "What is your lavatory?"

Asia began to giggle and Oliver blushed, she decided to stop the tease and said. "You speak awful Suomi, Oliver Wood."

Oliver and the team wore perplexed and confused expressions. Asia took off her scarf, then her hat, shaking out her hair. Before she knew it she was off the ground. Oliver didn't say anything but grabbed her and hugged her tightly.