Authors note: I don't have any comment's right now...But I don't own anyone but Samma, Draku, and Twi...Oh, and I always forget Sebrina!
Chapter 7
When Twilight seemed to disapper from Hogwart's, Samma begain to get worried. She hadn't seen her sister for days, yet the Slytherin girl's all said she had been in the dorm the night before, and every night before that.
"Something just isn't right." Samma shook her head, leanding agenst Derek's desk, "I know my sister. Something is wrong..."
"Has she been comming to meals?"
"No." She shook her head, "She's like disappered. I haven't seen her in classes or anything, and Sebrina hasn't seen her, Snape hasn't seen her, Dumbledor hasn't seen her...No one has 'seen' her!"
Derek shrugged, "There's not really much that I can do for you, hun..." he shrugged.
She sighed, "I know..."
"Why don't you go sleep on it, eh? Maybe something will come to you by morning?"
"Perhaps..." She shrugged, and kissed him on the cheek, "Good-bye Derek."
"Bye Samma."
In all honesty, Twilight 'had' disappered from Hogwarts...she was currently holed up in the old Riddle house, in Little Hagleton, which Voldemort as currently using as his headquarters.
He had bought the house back from the previous owner, saying he was a decendant of the Riddles, which he was of course, and wished to try and keep the house in the family, handing it down to Black, or Twilight later on in life. If ever need be to happen.
She was sitting in a chair, watching Wormtail, her father's 'assistant' scuttle around the room, "Sit!"
Quietly he plopped down on the floor where he had stood not a moment before, "Yes Mistress."
She shook her head, "Stay there, you coward old fool."
"Yes Mistress. Whatever you say Mistress." He bowed his head to her, and clasped his hands together.
She shook her head again, and stared again over at her father, who was giving a speech to her fellow death eaters.
"We once again shall rise, rise high above what we where before...But I warn you, this time, one mistake...just one is all it will take, and I will banish the whole bunch of you. Fresh blood is what I need! Not you jack-pot old fool's, who don't know what it is to be this high in athority!"
He was looking healthier. His hair was raven black, he wasn't as thin as he was at first, and his skin was darkly tanned now. Needless to say, thirteen year's of being almost nothing hadn't done much to what he was to become.
"Yes Master..." Was heard through out the crowed room, a hushed whisper almost.
Next to her, Black was restless. He wasn't used to sitting around, listening to speeches so much, where as she was more likely to be found listening with light interest, sitting almost perfectly still.
"Calm yourself." She whispered, grasping his shoulder, and jerking him to attention.
Although, she was a year or so younger then him, she was usually more mature then he was. She the more mature one out of all three of them.
"Silence please!" Voldemort turned to them, before continuing his speech.
"Yes Fath-a..." Black mummered, and Twilight shook her head.
"May I speak, Mistress?" Wormtail spoke up from the back of the room, a few moment's later when her father had finished his speech.
"What are you going to bore us with now, Pettigrew?" She asked, making him flinch.
"I would just like to point out, Mistress, that I suspect that people at the school are getting...suspicious of the fact you've been gone all week long." He glanced at her, and then down again.
"No need to worry. I have ways of making people forget that I am gone..."
"Well done Daughter..." Voldemort clasped a firm, yet ridged hand on her shoulder, "How about you Black? What have you done to conceal your absence?"
"Nothing Father..." He whispered, "I was allowed to leave."
Voldemort sniffed, "It figures your new Headmaster would be frightened..." he rolled his eyes, "Professer Zorn was always a weakling in my point of veiw. He should have been killed with the whole lot of them."
"No, no, really..." Black stood up, "Professer Zorn is nothing to worry about...In fact, I was hoping apon returning tonight?"
Tom Riddle looked down at his son, "Why's that?"
"Well, I am missing alot of school, and I do need to get my grade's up..." He crossed his arm's, shivering with fear, and cold.
"Fine...leave us. I have no use for you." He waved him away, "Twilight, you may go also. I'll call for you if ever need be to do so."
"Yes Father." She nodded at him, and disperated to the outskirts of Hogwart's, just outside of the gate.
She walked up the ground's, carefully, as not for anyone to notice, when an arm reached out, and grabbed her, pulling her back into the tree's.
A cold, clammy hand clamped over her mouth, "Relax...it's me." It was Snape, putting his arm's around her stomach, "Where the hell have you been?"
"I've been here...is it agenst the law to go for a walk?" She lied.
"Don't lie to me, Twi..." His lips pressed to her's, harshly, and she twisted way.
"Don't touch me...don't you ever touch me again!" She whipped away, and begain her trek back up to the castle.
Silently, he watched her walk up, and saw the door close from where he stood, and slowly he dropped down to the ground, and whipped blood from his cut lip, where Twilight had scratched with her fangs...
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"Severus, this is serious...." Dumbledor looked at the cut, as he sat in the Hospital wing.
"Am I going to be all right? Or should I be worrying?" Severus asked.
"I think you'll be all right. I'm requesting that you stay here over night for observation." Dumbledor stood strait.
"All right." Snape nodded, taking a rag from Madam Pomfrey to whip off some of the dried blood.
"I don't think anything will take any effect...She just scratched you...Didn't she permently retract them for that reason, Severus?" She asked, being a nosey busy-body.
Severus shrugged, "I had thought so, but I guess not. She probably broke it...after...well..."
"No need to say it Severus. I understand." Dumbledor patted his shoulder, "Get some rest. I'll check on you in the morning."
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Meanwhile, Twilight was working feriously, to keep up with her homework. She knew she would be getting hell for the next few days. Luckily her 'clone' had been good enough to take notes, and copy down assignments.
"Twi..." Draco was behind her.
"What the?!" She flunk backwards, "Oh bat's and belfry's! It's you..." She sighed, and settled back down in her chair.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered, "I was just wonder-"
There was a sudden silence in the room, as everyone turned to look at them.
Draco glared back at them all, and they returned to their work, quietly, still listening, "Could we talk some where?"
"I suppose so." She stood up, closing her books, and following him outside of the room.
She followed him out of the common room, to the library, where it was quiet, and peaceful. He chose a table in the far back cornor. Little did he know that Harry Potter, and his friend's where just behind the bookcase, hiding them from view.
"I was wondering, do you know about that um...ball their having for um...the um...thousand and one birthday of Hogwarts?" Draco asked (Note: My mom came up with that...don't ask. I told her they don't know when that is! She was like "They have a book-" yea I'll shut up).
"Um...No?" SHe shook her head.
"Well, it's beening held in two weeks. I was wondering if you would like to with me. It's only open for year's four through seven."
Twilight glanced out the window, out across the lake, near the edge of Hogwart's, "I'd like to Draco...but-"
"Why not?" He stopped her, before she could even get out the word "no".
"I...I just wouldn't fit in all to well, and I have all this homework..." She shivered, "Which reminds me-"
"No, wait!" Draco pulled her back down onto her seat.
"Draco, I'm sorry, but I'm really not interested..." Twilight shook her head, and pulled away from him, walking quickly out of the library, leaving him to watch after her, amazed.
Harry leaned around the bookcase, "Tough break, Malfoy? Finally find a girl whose not interested in you?"
"Shut up Potter." He hissed.
"I don't have to." he shook his head, "I'm kind of glad Twi turned you down...she could use a real man in her life..."
"What are you talking about?" Draco faced him up.
"I mean, she's not with Snape anymore. I mean your not a man."
"And you are?" Draco snivled.
"Yes. I am. I have proved it. What have you done?" Harry flicked a peice of lint off the shoulder of Malfoy's robe.
Draco glared at him, and shoved him back into a table before storming off in search of Crabbe and Goyle.
"Harry, what are you thinking?" Hermione asked.
"I am going to be having a date to that ball..." He turned towards her, "And that date is going to be Twilight."
"Oh Harry..." she shook her head.
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"Twilight..." Harry aproched her the next morning, at breakfast, standing in front of her.
She sighed, "Yes?"
"I was wondering, do you have a date for the ball yet?"
"No..." She shook her head.
"Well, I'd be very happy to fill that position." He smiled at her, "I'd be very happy to be your date, Twi."
"Listen Harry..." She stood, and looked him in the eye, "I'd be flattered, really, but I'm just not interested...If I change my mind, I'll get back to you all right?"
"All right. I'd be much oblidged." He nodded at her, then turned on his heel, and walked back to the Gryffindor table, nodding definantly at Hermione as he did so, as she rolled her eyes.
"So you'd go with him, but you wouldn't go with me?" Draco hissed in her ear.
"I never said I wouldn't go with you. I said I wasn't interested." She gave him a sly smile.
"What are you thinking in there?" He tapped her head.
"You'd not be interested..." She gave him a half smile and stood up, to whisper in his ear, "But just think...if I say yes, there could be no more Potter..." then she seductivly ran her toung over his ear lobe.
He watched after her, resisting the urge to rub his ear, as she walked off, and out of the room.
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"Harry..." Twilight caught up with him in the coriddor when he was on his way to divitation.
"Yes?" He turned around, and stared over at her.
"Are you still availiable for the ball?" She asked, pausing.
"Um..well, yes acctually." He pulled his bag further up on his shoulder.
"Would you like to go with me, Harry?" She slid up next to him, and put her face near his ear, "I promise I'll refrain myself from messing your mind so to say...I'll even retract my fangs..."
"Umm..O-o-okay!" Harry slid backwords, "Do you want to meet infront of the Great Hall, or-"
"We can work out details later." Twilight whispered, "I have a class to get to."
"Oh yea. Me too." Harry suddenly turned, and sped down the cornor, while Twilight smiled to herself, and walked down to the Potion dungon's.
"Why are you late?" Snape automaticly cut his lesson short, as she walked in.
"I had a little...run in with Potter, thats all...Took longer then I expected. Sorry for being later Professer." She sat down in her seat, next to Sebrina.
"Sebrina, fill her on what we've been talking about, and get her started..." Snape rolled his eyes, "I will be in the backroom, if anyone needs anything."
"He look's depressed." Sebrina noted, "Did you two get into a fight?"
"I told him not to touch me ever again, when we happened to meet up on the grounds the other night..." Twilight hung her head, "I think I...accidently scratched him too..."
"What do you mean?"
"He tried to kiss me, and I think one of my fangs might have scratched him." Twilight glanced out the window, "As long as I didn't bite him, he's fine, Seb. Don't flip out."
"Twi, you could still get into trouble! You need to be more careful!"
"As long as he stays away from me, he's fine." Twilight stared at the door of the backroom, "So what the hell is he making us do today?"
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Twilight stood infront of the mirror, in the girl's larger bathroom, where there where about a hundred sinks, 50 toliet stalls, and 20 full length mirrors, and tables.
"What do you think, Seb?" She asked, turning toward her friend, "Think Harry will go for it?"
"Yea...you look beutiful Twi." Sebrina smiled, "I wish I was going..."
"You can go...I'm sure there are tons of guys out there, who would love to have asked you..." Twilight tried to comfort her.
Sebrina sighed, "It's not that..."
"You look lovely no matter what you wear. I have an extra dress-robe if you would like to borrow one..." Twilight sat down on the table next to her.
"It's not that either..."
"Then what is it?"
Sebrina glanced around, at the other girls, then whispered, "I asked Draco Malfoy...he turned me down."
"So what? Draco Malfoy is an idiot..." She whispered back.
"He said he wouldn't go with me, because he wanted to go with you. He said, that if he couldn't go with you, he wouldn't go with anyone."
Twilight sighed, and rolled her eyes, "And now there is going to be a huge scean, where Draco comes up, and starts picking on Harry...grrrreeat."
"Oh, Twi. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier..." Sebrina looked down at her hands, "It's just so hard not being in the same house as you..."
"Yea...sharing a house with my sister cannot be all that great..." Twilight looked into the mirror, at her reflection, which to herself, was evil looking, and ragged. Maybe she was just messing with her own mind.
Sebrina looked at her, "You go have fun tonight...I'll be all right."
"Wait..." Twilight turned to her, "You go with Harry..."
"What?" Sebrina gasp, "What do you mean?"
"You go with Harry...I'll come up with some explaination..." Twilight shook her head, "I'll ask Draco...I need to have a little chat with him."
"A-a-are you serious? Me, and Harry Potter?" Sebrina giggled, "Thanks, but no thanks, Twi."
"Sebrina, I'm serious...Go get dressed...I'll wait here."
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"Harry, listen...I've...um...changed my mind so to say..." Twilight pulled Harry out of the crowd, "I need to have a little 'chat' with Draco, so...Don't give me that look, Harry." Twilight looked into his eyes, "I want you go with Sebrina...she's from America...have fun."
"B-b-but Twi!" Harry shouted after her, as she begain climbing the stairs, leaving Sebrina with him.
"But nothing Harry...Maybe some other time..." She waved at him.
Harry sputtered for a moment, then noticed Sebrina, with her arm's crossed staring at him, and he sighed, "Great..."
"She's not forcing you to take me, Harry...personally I would rather have gone with some one more good looking, but if your the only one avaliable..." Sebrina rolled her eyes at him.
Harry sighed, and stared at the ceiling, "Great...now she's going to start ratting on me about my hair or something."
Sebrina sighed, "Why did she have to pass you on to me..."
"Why did she have to..." Harry found himself, pushed extreamly close to her, as people hurried around them, going into the great hall, "You have beutiful eyes..."
"I didn't mean that crack about your looks..."
"Eh-hem." He cleared his throut, and took a step back, "What do you say?"
"All right..." She linked her arm with his, and they walked into the Great Hall, without knowing that above them, Twilight was smiling to herself.
She whipped around, and walked off to the Slytherin common room.
Inside, she found Draco sitting in a chair, a bottle of butterbeer in one hand, drunk on the stuff as you could get.
The rest of the common room deserted, because everyone else seemed to be at the ball...or upstairs asleep, because they where to young to go.
"Oh, heeeellooooo." He spoke to her, clearly drunk, several empty bottle's around his feet.
She sighed, and shook her head, "Draco, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like, Twight?" He blinked at her rapidly.
She sighed, and took the bottle out of his hand, and set it on the table next to him, "Do you want to go to this stupid ball with me?"
Suddenly, he snapped out of his drunken state, "What?!"
"You heard me..."
He blinked at her, "W-What are you trying to get at? I thought you where going to dratted Potter."
"I changed my mind...he's going with a friend of mine."
"Who?"
"Don't worry about it. Are you interested in going? Or else we can find something else to amuse ourselfs with?"
He picked up the bottle of butterbeer off the table, and stared at her, over it, as he took a swig of it, "Are those my choices?"
"Yes..." She told him firmly, "Either we go, we stay here, or we can go do something else..."
"What are my choices in something else?" Draco asked, getting an erie sort of seductivness to himself.
"Depends on what you had in mind..." She whispered, "What did you have in mind?"
He took another drink of his butterbeer, and blinked at her, "Change first..."
She snapped her fingers, and appered re-clothed in muggle jeans, and a tee-shirt, "This better?"
"Much." He nodded at her, "Want some?" He motioned toward his bottle.
"No thanks..." she shook her head.
"Are your fangs retracted or something?" Draco asked, "I don't see them when you talk."
"Yes...is there a problem with that?"
"No...it's probably safer...I heard you scratched Snape with them."
"It was an accident...and he's still alive, so whats the problem."
"Nothing...It's just...exciting that accidents like that could happen in..." he fought for the right word, "sexual positions?"
Twilight sniffed, "It was hardly sexual."
"Then what was it?"
"None of your business thats what...me, and Snape are no longer, so you don't need to worry about it much, do you?"
"I suppose not."
"So what do you want to do?" Twilight asked, leaning over him.
"What do you want to do?" He asked, resisting the urge to pull her down into his lap, and ravish her.
"It all depends on you..." She whispered, "I don't care..."
He stared at her, as he finished off his bottle of butterbeer, "C'mon..." he nodded toward the stairs, "My dormitory is empty right now...except for Krum...damn..." He hissed.
She smiled, "Mine is empty..."
His lip twitched in a secound long smile, then he set his bottle on the table, "C'mon then..."
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