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The Mudblood's Daughter

Charissa looked at the reporters through her her lashes, biting her lip, as tears filled her eyes. The salty drops that ran down her cheeks reflected the flashing lights of the camera's owned by the photographers, taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the podium, and closed her eyes, sucking on her top lip, before giving the reporters her full attention. They all looked up at her eagerly, like vultures waiting for their prey. Charissa gulped in fear. "I... I am Charissa Hallows, as I am sure you all probably know."

The statement was not at all humorless, more broken and hidden that funny. "I... I'm here to inform the Wizarding public, of the new enemy to our people. The Vetus Cruor Venificus..." Charissa bit her lip, and dropped her hands, before walking in front of the Podium. "I do not know anyone, who did not lose someone close to them in the reign of Voldemort. Everyone, all of us, lost someone, be it our grandmother, our mother,our father or even our cousins and siblings. I, myself, have lost many people because that horrid, pathetic excuse of a being. And to think, that someone could bring together a group in order to destroy this already fragile peace we have, is well... it's preposterous and barbaric."

"The V.C.V are a group of dangerous, soul-less individuals, who are so... absorbed in the atrocities of our past, that they are willing to bring them back, in order to destroy a race of wizards, just based on their blood. They want to eliminate all trace of Muggle-borns, half-bloods and, in their eyes, blood traitors. These... monsters are threatening the safety of many good witches and wizards, and already have killed, tortured and kidnapped many muggleborns. In order protect the remaining of this good race, the Ministry have ordered that several cautions, guards and spells are put in place," Charissa looked at the reporters, with a grim expression on her face.

"I let this race of good people suffer once, because I was just a child when Voldemort was around, but I will not make the same mistake twice. I promise you all now, in front of all these witnesses, and the minister of Magic himself, that I will die, before another muggleborn in this country is killed under my watch," she said finally, before going back behind the podium. "My good friend and our Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt will inform you of the cautionary laws and guards put in place to protect our people. as for myself, I must-"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" screeched throughout the white marble hall, and Charissa's eyes widened, before her hands flew up in front of her, blocking the spell with a large glistening white shield. The reporters in the room screamed, and ducked for cover. The blast of green was absorbed into the shield, and then vanished. Charissa's chest heaved, and she lowered her shield, to see a selection of ten black robed forms, all shapes and sizes standing with their wands pointed at her.

A small, annoyed giggle came from behind them, which Charissa recognised immediately. She narrowed her eyes on the black robes people, and smirked. "Well, well Cissady. Should have known you'd come after me," she said, coldly, none of the fear in her heart, or sadness in her eyes escaping through her stance. People cowered from the members of the V.C.V, shaking in fear, and some even praying.

"Darn. I was so hoping they would hit you!" Cissady's voice, shrill and icy pierced through the room, and the two biggets robed figures parted, to allow her through. Cissady looked at her sister, her arms crossed huffily. "God, you got old."

"And you got evil," Charissa snapped, glaring at her sister, who smirked.

"Please, I was always evil. But you... ugh... you were always so good it was sickening," Cissady hissed, rolling her wand, a chestnut wand, with a banshee hair core, 12 inches long, in her fingers. A slow smirk fell onto her pale pink lips. Charissa looked cautiously at her sibling, her wand tucked safely into the sleeve of her suit jacket, ready to slip down into her hand when needed. Suddenly, Cissady moved, delicately, like a ballerina dancing, and fired a curse straight at Charissa.

Charissa immediately leaped into action, her wand slipping into her hand, and diving for cover, before firing a hex back at her sibling, who artfully blocked it, giggling madly. Kingsley used the distraction, to take on one of the robed men, succeeding in hexing him. Automatically, the others attacked him, causing the Aurors in the room to attack as well. Cissady clapped her hands gleefully, before spinning on her toes, and aiming a cruciatis at her sister.

"Stay... still... you... bitch!" she yelled, when Charissa ducked and bond out its way. While Cissady's movements when using her wand where light, and airy, Charissa's were ground and centred. The two headed off, Charissa whipping a stinging hex at her sibling, a deadly look on her face. Cissady snarled, getting angry, and cast a Protego, before swiftly firing several hexes at Charissa. Charissa managed to dodge and dive from most of them, before the final hit her square in the chest, and sent her flying back into the wall, against the hard marble.

She slid to the floor, blood startign to seep ot the back of her head, and slowly started to stand, pulling herself up. Cissady sneered at her, floating up onto the stage the podium was on. Charissa went to hex her, when Cissady quickly stole her wand using 'accio'. "You're not strong enough to beat me, sister. Why don't you just let me kill you?" Cissady said, a horrifying grin on her face, and Charissa snarled, before sending her sibling backwards with a wave of her hand. Cissady glared up at her sister, liftign herself to her feet. "Fine, be that way, you whore."

Charissa roared, and launched herself at her sister, before Cissady's eyes widened, and she fired an 'Incarcerous' at Charissa. Charissa gasped, as the ropes wrapped tightly around her body, and she fell to the floor. Cissady stood over her, a menacing look on her face. The blond haired beauty snarled, and then spat on her face. Pointing her wand at Charissa, she smiled evilly. "Any last words, before you die, bitch?" she asked, and Charissa hissed at her. "Very well. Avada Kedavra!"

"PROTEGO!"


Blaise looked at Pansy, his eyes wide. Blood dribbled down her arms, and her eyes were closed. As soon as he opened the gate, her bowed head shot up, and her eyes opened, to reveal empty, pale blue iruses and pupils. Blaise stopped dead, and gasped, at her eyes. "Who's there?" Pansy whispered, clenching her fists. Blaise walked over to her quickly, and Pansy furrowed her eyebrows. "Blaise?" she called, smelling the air around her.

"How'd you know?" he asked, and Pansy sniffed.

"You smell like silk, and expensive aftershave," she replied, before frowning. "How did you find me? How did you get in here?"

Blaise sighed, and looked at Pansy guiltily. "She was going to kill Stella, and Isla, if I didn't help her. I had to join!" he said, and Pansy's dead eyes teared up, before she bowed her head. Blaise sighed, and whipped out his wand, tapping the shackles that kept her hanging. They opened, and Pansy gasped, as she fell forward, into his arms. Blaise looked her over. Her hair had been cut, into a short style, and dirt streaked across her face. Her lip was split, and dried up blood coated it, while her dress had been slashed, and the wounds clotted up, slightly yellow with the beginnings of an infection in them.

But he couldn't help, but stare at her eyes, which were looking ahead of her blankly. "I had to... I had no choice..." he whispered, and Pansy just sighed, before raising her hands to his face, and running them over his features. Then, she slapped him hard on his cheek. Blaise breathed in sharply, but kept her upright. Lifting her into his arms, he opened the cell door, and looked around. When he was sure the coast was clear, he quickly rushed form the dungeons, his eyes darting about, in his hands. Pansy closed her eyes, not wanting to keep them open for longer than necessary.

The sound of splashing, as Blaise rushed through the puddles in the dungeon, and harsh jeers of the other prisoners filled her ears, before she gasped, hearing the sound of Fenrir Greyback's bark-like, gruff voice. She quickly grasped Blaise's robes, and tugged on them harshly. "Stop, Greyback," she hissed, and Blaise's eyes widened, before he looked around.

A small window, just big enough for Pansy to slip through was the only other exit from the hallway. Heavy footsteps neared them, and he dropped Pansy to her feet, before going over to the window. Unlatching it, he pushed it open and looked out. There was a long drop, about forty feet, to the stormy water below. Pansy furrowed her eyebrows, when the smell of salt water filled her nose, and she moved towards it, careful on her feet. Blaise heard Fenrir get closer, and lifted Pansy onto the ledge. Her eyes shot open, and she gripped him tightly.

"Blaise..." she said warning, and he said 'Sorry', before pushing her out the window. Pansy screamed, as she neared the water, and Blaise whipped out his wand, pointing it at her, and saying 'Wingardium Leviosa'. She suddenly stopped, and her screaming ceased, as she gasped for breath. Lowering her onto a boat, that was very convieniently placed near a rocky ledge, he quickly snapped the window shut, just before Greyback rounded the corner.

"Zabini. What are you doing down here?" he snarled gruffly, scratching his exposed, grey stomach. He hadn't changed much in ten years, still with piercing yellow eyes, and pointed teeth and matted gray hair. Blaise looked at him, both haughtily and fearfully.

"Just checking on the Prisoners, Greyback. I was not intending to interrupt your evening meal," Blaise said, and Greyback grunted, before shoving past Blaise, a evil smirk on his chapped, bloodied lips. Blaise watched him, before letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and walking swiftly from the dungeons. He rushed through the castle, careful to avoid any of the other Bloodhunters, and out into the pouring rain. He heard Pansy's screams, down the cliff, and closing his eyes, apparated down onto the boat.

"BLAISE! YOU MORON!" she screamed, drenched to the bone, and clinging to the side of the boat. Blaise cast a spell on the oar less rowboat, looking back up at the castle horrified, as screams erupted from the dungeon, along with the sound of cracking bones and ripping flesh. Pansy shivered, and Blaise looked at her guiltily, before shrugging off his black robe, and putting it around her shoulders. Pansy's expression softens, but her eyes stay empty, and blank, as she looks past Blaise.


Hermione looked at Draco, who nervously looked back. "Hermione... I'm sorry... I don't know what I was thinking saying that. We haven't even been on a single date yet. It was stupid of me," he was cut off by her kissing him hard on the lips, falling into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Draco welcomed the unexpected kiss greedily, savouring every bit of it, sliding his arms around her waist.

"Stop worrying, Draco," Hermione whispered, and Draco nodded. Hermione smiled, and kissed his chek before whispering in his ear softly. "I love you too."