To Just Silver, who has proved that Bullying does get results, one Draco covered in Chocolate in your Mailbox.Innosence and Batpig, Sandy who will find out if she keeps reading and Incitatus
who writes spectacular fiction herself, i'll send Lucius over when im finished with him (Sometime late 2010 ;) ) Thank you all
Dumbledore continued to watch as she and Serverus removed themselves, and then a slight smile crept onto his face. He hoped that her blood sacrifice would not be brought with her life as another's had been so long ago, because the girl had real potential, in more ways than one.
The library had to be the largest she had ever seen, ranks upon ranks of books, not to mention the parchments, scrolls and what looked to be Norse runic tablets in stone. For a moment she was even unconscious of his presence at her back, and then he excused himself to find Ama and she lost her absorption.
She knew what she was looking for, so it should, in theory be easy to find. A brief look at the library information chart had told her that the dark arts were in the section listed as 'RESTRICTED' since they weren't listed anywhere else. The brief glance she had had at the time, that had surprised her, she had thought that her unconsciousness had lasted a few moments. It had lasted almost the entire day.
There, the restricted section was housed in a huge block of ancient wooden shelving, it almost seemed to leer down at her with the promise of forbidden knowledge. Reaching out she gently touched one of the spines, nothing came to her, and then she realised, even those covers that had titles would take her forever to find the book she needed. A quick smile touched her lips, she would simply invite vision.
Lowering her inner shields she reached out and stroked her hands along the spines, working two rows at a time from right to left, nothing came to her, now she was either going to have to get some sort of ladder or kneel. Well kneeling was easier, so she went onto both knees and moved along the spines, a sudden pricking at her fingertips, she stopped. It wasn't a large tome, more a palimpsest, just a few sheets bound together with rawhide strings. She gently tugged it free, 'Oon the nature of blood magik' It seemed to be in middle English, thank god for English literature.
Leaning on a shelf to help herself up she rocked the bookcase. She didn't think anything would fall, since quite a few of the higher books seemed to be held in with chains, but one did, a large black grimoire landed with a thud at her feet. Kneeling she pt her hands forward to pick it up and found the vision she had been looking for.
Something in Hogwarts was working for her, she looked around, no need for people to think she was insane, but…
"Thankyou, whoever, whatever you are"
She had turned away and was moving both book's towards the table when a light breeze touched her face, bringing with it the scent of jasmine after the sun has set. The door was closed, as were the windows, resisting the urge to cross herself she sat down at one of the tables and opening the palimpsest began to read.
***
***
He found Ama and Draco sitting in one of the alcoves, in the actual school grounds, they weren't doing anything, just sitting. For once they weren't even hanging off of one another, they were just, close. His niece looked up at him and smiled, content in her eyes, she had Rosemund's eyes without his sisters quiet air of serenity, the constant peace didn't flow from Ama, but perhaps it had, once, he would have to ask Draco.
"Dumbledore would like a favour"
One of her eyebrows crooked, now that was a Malfoy expression, but then perhaps that was his own fault, not wanting to get involved, not wanting to bring her up and see everyday his betrayal in her face.
"Oh?"
He had to smile, she was so very cautious of Albus, as if she expected him to turn on her at any moment, of course, he might. He had felt the same for a long while.
"He wants you to, instruct the girl"
Her eyes widened, swirling mists of concealment parting just for a moment to show startled surprise. And then consideration, a plotting scheming plan that something in him knew, and suddenly resented, this girl was not to be used in that way… He shook his head, madness, unmitigated madness.
"She must have talent then, or is it something else?"
A sudden flash, white skin that had never seen the sun and the snakes face staring at him from the shoulder, and the rush of want that had taken him by the chest and shaken the roots of his being.
"She's marked. A snake wrapped all around her upper body"
Insight was in her face, a sudden flush of colour along her cheekbones mimicking the heat that had slanted across his own. And then she smiled, a real rare full smile.
"Well, thank god for that, we were worried that she hadn't turned up, and now she comes answering our prophecy and yours."
"You'll teach her then?"
His own confusion he was determined to keep out of his face, and far away from Ama but she smiled.
"Oh I'll teach her, but I doubt there's much I can, she'll work on instinct alone for a while yet, when she believes it'll come easier"
Draco was glaring at him, then he realised why, they had come out, into the winter cold, to be alone, and possibly to talk and now he was here, being very distracting. He made a slight had gesture, the only one Malfoy Senior had ever taught him when they had been house mates.
:sorry:
The boy's eyes widened slightly before he nodded.
"I'm going in now, I need to make sure she hasn't collapsed over whatever book she's chosen"
Ama smiled at him in her normal way, and Draco nodded, turning he walked back into the school.
It was odd, he was musing, he had never really been comfortable walking through the front doors, but today he felt it, as if the school had finally welcomed him home. Taking the steps a few at a time he went into the library, he could pick out immediately that someone had been in the restricted section, there was a dent in the hardwood floor were something heavy had fallen.
He was heading towards it when he heard the muffled noise, it turned him away and towards one of the reading nooks, it was probably peeves playing a trick, but even he normally stayed out of the library. Rounding the corner he saw the girl, she had one of the huge tomes open in front of her and she was crying. For one moment his heart stopped, she didn't cry prettily, her eyes were red and her nose was pink but it was the look of utter misery that caught him.
Forgetting about the need she had not to be touched he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, slipping into the high pew like seat so that he could pull her closer. It didn't occur to him how out of character it was for him to offer human comfort to anyone except Ama, he just acted.
"What's wrong Miriam? What is it?"
Keeping his voice a murmur he held onto her while she got her breath, and then she spoke.
"I've got it figured out, all of it, oh damn, I hate crying"
He restrained the laugh at her last comment merely proffering a handkerchief from the inside of one of his sleeves. Then he looked over her shoulder at the book, it was written in old looping handwriting, the ink was a deep sepia tone that set alarm bells ringing, and by the looks of it, it was in Latin.
As he was about to make comment she shifted, pressing back against him as if for comfort, he had to swallow then, need surged through him, twinned with a very real want. Not just the physical he wanted to know, to be close. If he hadn't know that she had been Muggle bred for mostly all of her life, then he would have suspected a love spell.
She turned and looked up at him, eyes a clear green. The same need, want, whatever they wanted to call it was reflected there, but none of his confusion. Love at first sight did not exist, he was sure of it, almost sure, leaning up she placed her lips, very gently against his, he responded without thought.
Perhaps he wasn't sure at all.
who writes spectacular fiction herself, i'll send Lucius over when im finished with him (Sometime late 2010 ;) ) Thank you all
Dumbledore continued to watch as she and Serverus removed themselves, and then a slight smile crept onto his face. He hoped that her blood sacrifice would not be brought with her life as another's had been so long ago, because the girl had real potential, in more ways than one.
The library had to be the largest she had ever seen, ranks upon ranks of books, not to mention the parchments, scrolls and what looked to be Norse runic tablets in stone. For a moment she was even unconscious of his presence at her back, and then he excused himself to find Ama and she lost her absorption.
She knew what she was looking for, so it should, in theory be easy to find. A brief look at the library information chart had told her that the dark arts were in the section listed as 'RESTRICTED' since they weren't listed anywhere else. The brief glance she had had at the time, that had surprised her, she had thought that her unconsciousness had lasted a few moments. It had lasted almost the entire day.
There, the restricted section was housed in a huge block of ancient wooden shelving, it almost seemed to leer down at her with the promise of forbidden knowledge. Reaching out she gently touched one of the spines, nothing came to her, and then she realised, even those covers that had titles would take her forever to find the book she needed. A quick smile touched her lips, she would simply invite vision.
Lowering her inner shields she reached out and stroked her hands along the spines, working two rows at a time from right to left, nothing came to her, now she was either going to have to get some sort of ladder or kneel. Well kneeling was easier, so she went onto both knees and moved along the spines, a sudden pricking at her fingertips, she stopped. It wasn't a large tome, more a palimpsest, just a few sheets bound together with rawhide strings. She gently tugged it free, 'Oon the nature of blood magik' It seemed to be in middle English, thank god for English literature.
Leaning on a shelf to help herself up she rocked the bookcase. She didn't think anything would fall, since quite a few of the higher books seemed to be held in with chains, but one did, a large black grimoire landed with a thud at her feet. Kneeling she pt her hands forward to pick it up and found the vision she had been looking for.
Something in Hogwarts was working for her, she looked around, no need for people to think she was insane, but…
"Thankyou, whoever, whatever you are"
She had turned away and was moving both book's towards the table when a light breeze touched her face, bringing with it the scent of jasmine after the sun has set. The door was closed, as were the windows, resisting the urge to cross herself she sat down at one of the tables and opening the palimpsest began to read.
***
***
He found Ama and Draco sitting in one of the alcoves, in the actual school grounds, they weren't doing anything, just sitting. For once they weren't even hanging off of one another, they were just, close. His niece looked up at him and smiled, content in her eyes, she had Rosemund's eyes without his sisters quiet air of serenity, the constant peace didn't flow from Ama, but perhaps it had, once, he would have to ask Draco.
"Dumbledore would like a favour"
One of her eyebrows crooked, now that was a Malfoy expression, but then perhaps that was his own fault, not wanting to get involved, not wanting to bring her up and see everyday his betrayal in her face.
"Oh?"
He had to smile, she was so very cautious of Albus, as if she expected him to turn on her at any moment, of course, he might. He had felt the same for a long while.
"He wants you to, instruct the girl"
Her eyes widened, swirling mists of concealment parting just for a moment to show startled surprise. And then consideration, a plotting scheming plan that something in him knew, and suddenly resented, this girl was not to be used in that way… He shook his head, madness, unmitigated madness.
"She must have talent then, or is it something else?"
A sudden flash, white skin that had never seen the sun and the snakes face staring at him from the shoulder, and the rush of want that had taken him by the chest and shaken the roots of his being.
"She's marked. A snake wrapped all around her upper body"
Insight was in her face, a sudden flush of colour along her cheekbones mimicking the heat that had slanted across his own. And then she smiled, a real rare full smile.
"Well, thank god for that, we were worried that she hadn't turned up, and now she comes answering our prophecy and yours."
"You'll teach her then?"
His own confusion he was determined to keep out of his face, and far away from Ama but she smiled.
"Oh I'll teach her, but I doubt there's much I can, she'll work on instinct alone for a while yet, when she believes it'll come easier"
Draco was glaring at him, then he realised why, they had come out, into the winter cold, to be alone, and possibly to talk and now he was here, being very distracting. He made a slight had gesture, the only one Malfoy Senior had ever taught him when they had been house mates.
:sorry:
The boy's eyes widened slightly before he nodded.
"I'm going in now, I need to make sure she hasn't collapsed over whatever book she's chosen"
Ama smiled at him in her normal way, and Draco nodded, turning he walked back into the school.
It was odd, he was musing, he had never really been comfortable walking through the front doors, but today he felt it, as if the school had finally welcomed him home. Taking the steps a few at a time he went into the library, he could pick out immediately that someone had been in the restricted section, there was a dent in the hardwood floor were something heavy had fallen.
He was heading towards it when he heard the muffled noise, it turned him away and towards one of the reading nooks, it was probably peeves playing a trick, but even he normally stayed out of the library. Rounding the corner he saw the girl, she had one of the huge tomes open in front of her and she was crying. For one moment his heart stopped, she didn't cry prettily, her eyes were red and her nose was pink but it was the look of utter misery that caught him.
Forgetting about the need she had not to be touched he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, slipping into the high pew like seat so that he could pull her closer. It didn't occur to him how out of character it was for him to offer human comfort to anyone except Ama, he just acted.
"What's wrong Miriam? What is it?"
Keeping his voice a murmur he held onto her while she got her breath, and then she spoke.
"I've got it figured out, all of it, oh damn, I hate crying"
He restrained the laugh at her last comment merely proffering a handkerchief from the inside of one of his sleeves. Then he looked over her shoulder at the book, it was written in old looping handwriting, the ink was a deep sepia tone that set alarm bells ringing, and by the looks of it, it was in Latin.
As he was about to make comment she shifted, pressing back against him as if for comfort, he had to swallow then, need surged through him, twinned with a very real want. Not just the physical he wanted to know, to be close. If he hadn't know that she had been Muggle bred for mostly all of her life, then he would have suspected a love spell.
She turned and looked up at him, eyes a clear green. The same need, want, whatever they wanted to call it was reflected there, but none of his confusion. Love at first sight did not exist, he was sure of it, almost sure, leaning up she placed her lips, very gently against his, he responded without thought.
Perhaps he wasn't sure at all.