Chapter Four
It was sunset, and he was trotting along, carefully and cautiously, yet still enjoying the cool autumn air. He descended down the steep cliffs, but he had no problems since his paws were built for rough terrain. He was headed towards Hogsmeade, for he had heard that she would be there. It was hard to believe, even that she could be alive.
Cautiously climbing downward, he kept his ears and eyes pricked for any strange signs. His eyes set towards the west, where he saw the beautiful sunset just sinking below the forest. He could almost hear the lake shimmering just before it, and the castle resting on cliffs besides it. His thoughts turned, and he wished the boy luck, for he knew danger would lie ahead.
He was almost certain he would get into town safely. He started to walk a bit slower, and relaxed more. It wasn't too far from there, when he could've sworn there was someone lurking in the brambles. He turned his head, but couldn't see anything. Getting a little nervous, he decided to speed it up a little. He was almost there, when he heard someone distinctly murmur something. It was an incantation…he didn't recognize the words, but could tell it was clearly dark magic. Before he could even turn his head, or think another thought, the world as he knew it went black…
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Harry and Hermione immediately turned their heads towards the door. The class was silencing, and it was hard to believe, but sure enough, there she was. Glowing brightly, silvery hair swishing in back of her head as she shook it, pale eyes beaming towards Ron, Harry, and the rest of the boys gawking at her was Fleur DeLacour.
Ron remembered a while back, not too long ago when Fleur told them she would try to get a job at Hogwarts. As far as they knew, Defense against the Dark Arts was the only available staff place at school.
She walked, more like glided, into the classroom and sat down as she told the boys to tuck their tongues back in. Hermione give a dirty look at Ron and Harry.
It was clear to Halley, by both the boys' looks and the girl that Fleur was part Veela. Halley's family was (however distantly) descended from them. She knew because there were pictures of Veela in the halls. Only on very rare occasions, there were boy-part veela, yet there he was, her brother with his glowing smile and witty charm "rolling (atleast he said so) with chicks"…
"As feefth years, we will be focusing on many different subjects. We will start out the year with a continuation of your dark creatures studies, and will later be focusing on counter-curses and how to perform them.
"Please open your books…no, not those ones, your Monster Book of Monsters, to page Three hundred twenty…"
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Brandy was a sensible student. Being a Hufflepuff, she always did what was told, and only broke the rules when necessary. Her father was an auror, and her mother used to be one, too. Hall knew all aout bthe things that old Mad-eye told him, but her father had been so worried, that he tried to hide it from her, assuming she wouldn't have to know. But in the year before this, Cedric was killed, and Dumbledore told what had happened.
It was so long ago when Brandy's mother died…it had been "Daddy and Me" for almost her whole life. But Brandy's mom had been murdered by a group of Deatheaters, which ones she didn't know, but she hated them.
Heading towards the library, Brandy thought she'd does some research on spells, curses, hexes, that sort of thing. She looked through some in the charms section, but didn't find what she wanted. Brandy thought she'd look near the restricted section, where the dark arts books were kept, but Madam Pomfrey eyed her dangerously and prevented her from further research.
Cross out that idea… and she went over to ask Roni something.
"Hey, Roni!"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"I want to write an article for the school paper."
"Sure, I guess... but I would much rather interview you."
"No, that's okay. I can write-i'm a big gurl."
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That evening, Halley found herself in the Library. She was looking up information on some weird creature, and was supposed to do a seven-inch report on it. She didn't recall it's name, it was called like Star-fa- or Star-somethings, and they looked like vicious combinations of horses, a man, and a stag with fangs.
She wasn't alone in the librairy, she could hear Roni Gelden buzzing around the magazine corner. She could be seen with an acid-green pen, probably inherited from her aunt, Rita Skeeter. Yes, Halley knew about how Rita was as good as gone as a special corrispondent, and rumor had it that she had asked her sister's daughter to follow in her footsteps. So far, she succeeded in talking Dumbledore into a School Newspaper, and wrote nasty articles on certain students from other houses. Strange, there was never anything there on the Teachers…
Giving her an unheard remark, she continued with her work in the library. Madam Pince was there, trying to shoo Brandy from around the restricted section. It was very quiet in the library, and Halley could hear Brandy's soft footsteps as she approached Roni. Halley never approved of Rita Skeeter's articles, and grabbed some books to bring up to the common room.
Making her way up the staircase, she caught the sight of Harry sneaking off somewhere. It seamed like he was headed towards the owlery…
"Hedwig'll get it to him soon enough." He thought to himself aloud.
Halley followed him all the way there where he found a large snowy owl and tied a rather lengthy letter to its feet.
He whispered something into the owl's ears, it gave a hoot, and owl-nipped Harry's finger. She took flight and headed off. It was then when it hit her.
I need a hiding spot!
She frantically looked around, but it was too late.
"You!" he spat viciously. "What are you doing here?"
She pretended to know what she was doing. "I don't think Hermione would like that if she knew what you were doing."
"Doing what?" Harry eyed her suspiciously.
"Contacting that Black behind her back…Father talks about him all the time." What was she saying? Halley didn't know what she was talking about. It was strange, as if someone was using her as a puppet. A mere marionette to talk through… But it wasn't any kind of spell, she still had her mind, and she had many…too many hexes and curses already experimented on her. And it wasn't the Imperius curse either.
"How did…how would you know what I'm doing, Malfoy?"
"Oh, I have my ways. I can always tell when someone's doing something they're not supposed to." she said, narrowing her eyes mysteriously.
"Well, leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you." And Harry turned to leave.
Halley fell onto her knees, exhausted. What. Was that?
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