"The absence of a god is god enough"
-Saint Clair Cemin
I saw 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' today. At the same time it was an awesome event, the fulfilling of my feral dream; but it left some nasty after-taste in me. Everything happened just far to neurasthenic. Movie should be way longer. Characters are not processed enough. It gives us a perfect picture about characters, how they look and maybe their behaviour, but it is way too shallow to present any message. I wouldn't fathom it if I had not read the book. It is just bunch of needless Dracoless or Snapeless scenes. Yes, right, all the scenes without Snape or Draco or without both of them are highly needless. That is basically more than seventy per cent of the movie, but who is the meanest but at the same time most adorable and peskiest character of Harry Potter books?, alas, it's Draco Malfoy. Does your name mean dragon or a type of the snake? 'Mal' means bad, ill, evil of French.
Snape is just so sexy with his sinister appearance and the way his cloak swirls when he turns around. I really can't imagine how will Lucius look like when 'Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets' comes out. They better involve him a lot in the movie, eh, or I will go personally to Chris Columbus and kick his biased ass.
Aetheral Blood (November 17th)
Advocating:
-all the people I mentioned above don't belong to me (though I wish that Alan Rickman and Tom Felton were mine);
-Harry Potter characters abused in this story don't belong to moi;
-my characters belong to moi.
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Ancilla and her husband, Mathieu, went over to Macnair's Christmas reception. It was held in the spacious drawing room of Macnair manor. Well it was not really a room, it was size of an auditorium.
Ancilla went around, greeting some of her old friends, mostly Death Eaters.
-"Have you noticed how you have no female friends?" - Mathieu softly spoke on her ear. -"All of your friends are male."
-"I have one female" - she fancifully turned to him. Their arms were linked, and she kept stroking his broad shoulder with her right arm. Mathieu almost totally lost his French accent, he spoke like Ancilla now: highly British, adding some Irish of several words. Lucius found it cute when she spoke Irish.
-"Ancilla Deitrich, so wonderful to see you" - Lucifer Dunkelmann* saluted Ancilla when he saw her. That man resembled Satan itself by physical look (he was like him mentally, too). His tan skin was thick as in crocodile, nose hooked, and two fiendish black eyes, like two burning marbles picked out of box with Pandemonium. Hair was short and black, staying upwards and a goatee, pointed and sharp.
Lucifer, the fallen angel, the bearer of light, could easily cause anarchy anywhere. It was one of the things Lord Voldemort liked so much about him. He could easily affix neurasthenia into anyone.
-"Lucifer, you look astonishing" - she said. She just entered the small cliquish group of the Death Eaters, talking obscurely. Mathieu found it wise to find someone else to chat with.
-"Well thank you, Ancilla, so do you" - he smirked. Ancilla greeted everyone else standing there. Lucius was not there.
-"A lot of old friends and acquaintances are not here, Lucifer. Why so?" - she asked, cautiously. With tip of her finger, she touched the peak of her glass, circling. She drunk white wine.
-"Most of them are in Azkeban, Ancilla. Some other ones are killed by Aurors and the other ones would rather kill themselves than serve the sentence in the prison" - she was jaded on that.
-"Aurors, the Order of Phoenix, Dumbledore, I hate them so much" - Ancilla snapped. The coterie was standing in the corner, being cautious all the time that someone who shouldn't was not eavesdropping.
-"We all detest them, Deitrich" - someone else, not so important to her responded on her animosity.
Ancilla kept chatting with them, but didn't stop scanning the drawing room to find her beloved Lucius. At some time, she noticed him leaving the room, accompanied with someone else. A female.
She excused herself from the clique, and went after Lucius in hunt for him. The steps of female's high heels were so loud that she could easily follow them through the house. The house was a manor, of course. Huge and nicely decorated with brass adornments, and velvet curtains.
Lucius and the female ended up in a room, closing the door behind them. It was all clear to Ancilla what were they about to. She sighed deeply, leaning on the wall and lighting a cigarette. It tranquillised her. She couldn't let him not be her tonight. After she sighed deeply again, opening the white door, entering the room, and still holding the damn cigarette.
Lucius was in there with a pretty young woman. It was clear to Ancilla that the female was prettier than her. It caused Ancilla to slam the darn door, causing both of them to jump. Apparently, they were too busy with each other.
-"Bonsoir, Lucius. Comment vas-tu? (Goodnight, Lucius. How are you?)" - she snapped shrilly on him as he looked at her. Than she angrily walked over to a chair, and sat down, crossing her long legs.
-"What are you doing here? I thought you didn't come to the reception?" - he gasped, gently moving the woman away from him. She was sitting on his lap.
-"Who told you that? Anyway, what are you doing here? with her? and who the hell is she?" - she snarled, smashing the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside, on an elegant tea table.
-"Walden said he didn't see you, he though you didn't come. Anyway, this is my friend, Victoria Berger" - he said, looking at Ancilla Deitrich's jaded face. It hurt her to see Lucius with another woman. She always found it absurd why Lucius was so jealous about her, but now she got it. That odiousness feeling in your core, just like Persephone feels every year when Hades come to take away her from her mother. Than the nature dies, and waits until the maid of the flowers, Persephone comes back again, so it can grow, freely.
-"A friend? Walden is your friend, too, but I don't see you two so passionate about each other" - she got up. All the time, she felt so neurasthenic.
-"Who is she?" - the woman that was beside Lucius asked.
-"She is woman I love and I want to marry" - Lucius whined. It made Ancilla feel warm inside, but she noticed the inadequate tonation of his voice, and said:
-"You're drunk, Lucius."
-"And what am I supposed to be to, you?" - the woman asked, jumping up. Lucius was sitting on the bed, two beautiful woman standing in front of him. Each highly resentful on him.
-"Victoria, you mean something to me" - Lucius moaned, jumping in front of Victoria, holding onto her lean legs. He was drunk indeed.
-"Oh my god, and what did you do to James Potter, because he apparently meant something to me?" - Ancilla snapped sarcastically on Lucius, touching him without the tips of her shoe.
-"I'm drunk and I can't give you a good answer now" - Lucius moaned. Ancilla stared at him with her mouth open, highly sardonic look on her face. She had a better glance at girl that Lucius was holding onto. Wasn't she young, twenty-four, twenty-five. Her mahogany hair was same shade as Ancilla's, but it was straight, up to half of her back. Ancilla's hair ended in big zigzag curls, going up to her breasts. Ancilla would usually keep it down, provocatively putting her hands through.
Ancilla wanted to compliment how she adores Victoria's grey dress, but instead she said: -"How old are you?"
She had that mothering but berserk expression as Victoria answered that she is only twenty four.
-"Lucius, you shallow imbecile, she is only twenty four, and you are fucken thirty seven" - she snapped.
-"So are you" - Lucius raised his head, looking at Ancilla.
-"That is not the point, you idiot; thing between you two, I do not have any slightest idea what is happening between you two, are you lovers, or what, and I certainly do not care and want to know, but it is highly preposterous. She could be your daughter, you bastard" - she snapped at him.
-"Ancilla, mon cher, forgive me." - Lucius crawled to Ancilla, giving her his hand, so she could help him get up on his legs. She pulled him up, brutally. As soon as he got onto his legs, he spoke.
-"You two are so beautiful. You know what, we should have a threesome" - he was looking leniently at Ancilla, going with his delicate hand through her hair, and touching her breast.
Ancilla sighed deeply, knowing exactly how Lucius can be when he's drunk. Of course, she knew that he wouldn't mind threesome with two of them, even though he wasn't drunk. All those encounters when they were at Hogwarts she could remember so clearly. So many times, they would smuggle alcohol, and get drunk. Macnair would get most drunk, all the time.
-"Lucius, that is so nasty" - Victoria snapped at him. Ancilla than let go of Lucius, because she heard knock on the door. It was her husband.
-"I am sorry Ancilla, I saw you leaving the room. I did not know where are you going, so I followed you." - He said, coming inside the room. Ancilla was succumbed by how sympathetic he always was. Once, she wished if she could ever see him accede himself to the anger.
-"What's happening here?" - he asked. Lucius looked at him lethally. On purpose, just to annoy Lucius, Ancilla gently hugged Mathieu around his waist.
-"Nothing" - Ancilla answered.
-"Mathieu, this is Lucius Malfoy" - she told her husband. Mathieu shook Lucius' hand. Lucius wanted to kill Mathieu. Primarily because he was so drunk, secondarily because he had Ancilla for all these years.
-"Lucius, you know my husband, of course, Mathieu Bégayer" - Ancilla said sweetly, leaning onto Mathieu.
Victoria, when she saw Mathieu, she gasped. He was surely one sexy stud.
-"Excuse, but I had to notice, your name means 'stutter' on French, doesn't it?" - Victoria said. She suddenly got bestial urge to get introduced to that guy. She was another one yielded to his fatal charm.
-"Yes" - he answered, as Ancilla jealously locked him to her. Lucius turned around not to look at two of them.
-"Oh, I'm Victoria Berger" - she reached out to shake his hand.
-"Mathieu Bégayer, you work at the Ministry don't you?" - he asked her. Ancilla was rolling her eyes.
-"Yes, Department for Foreign Thingamajigs" - she was another one in long line mesmerised in his crystal clear Prussian blue eyes. Ancilla would die for those eyes. It caused Victoria to couldn't even remember where she worked.
-"Sport Department" - he said curtly.
If Ancilla couldn't help stopping them, they would continue talking. But she didn't. Someone else entered the room.
-"Ancillæ Deitrich, for Lord's sake, how could you not inform me that you came back from where ever you were" - it was Victoria's husband, Christian Avery. -"Lucifer told me that you are here, and I combed the whole house looking for you. I see you in interesting company."
-"Oh Christian" - Ancilla let go of Mathieu, and hugged Christian. As she was in his hug, he mischievously murmured on her ear: "Do you still spit or you learnt how to swallow, honey?"
-"It's nice to have you back" - he said then, winking to her. She just shot him an icy stare that no one noticed. As he let go of her, he drew out pack of strong cigarettes, and lit one.
-"Christian, not another one" - Victoria lamented. Christian didn't care to comprehend what he just heard. Victoria was sensitive when it came to smoking same way Lucius was.
-"I did not know you smoke?" - Ancilla gasped. He offered her a cigarette and she accepted it.
-"Unfortunately" - he sighed. Lucius eyed him suspiciously, he detested when anyone smokes. Cigarettes killed his father, who just could not stop. For all the time, he was sitting on the bed, feeling his legs numb.
-"Christian, this is my lovely husband, Mathieu Bégayer" - she pulled him to face Mathieu.
-"Christian Avery, my pleasure" - he said.
Ancilla knew Christian over her ex husband, Calvin Scorge. Christian and Calvin went together at Durmstrang, same year. They were good friends, at the same house. Christian was good friend with Ancilla, too. She adored his blasphemous spirit and sacrilegious humour.
-"And Ancilla, if you have not met her, this is my wife, Victoria Berger" - Christian beckoned to Victoria to come closer.
-"For God's sake, you all people, she can be your daughter" - she turned to him, sighing. He gazed at her suspiciously, exhaling the nicotine-intoxicated breath into her face. If he did that to Lucius, he would end up in the St Mungo's Hospital with such severe wounds.
-"Take care of yourself, Ancilla" - he friendly tapped her on her back. -"Victoria, I think we should go back to the reception" - he said, winking warpedly to Lucius. Lucius was not relieved. He will be relieved when Mathieu is gone, too.
-"Mathieu, would you care joining us?" - Victoria asked him before they were gone. There's saviour to Lucius.
-"If Ancilla does not mind" - he said. He knew what Ancilla was aiming to, she was aiming to staying alone with Lucius. She told him about her and Lucius, long ago. Mathieu was sad because of the fact that she loved Lucius so much, because he would be the happiest man if she was happy with him. She was happy, but she would be happier if she loved him, not Lucius.
-"No, not at all" - she shook her head, sweetly, closing the door behind them all.
Alone with Lucius at last. Lucius acted casually, letting her bar him to the bed, sitting over him. He looked at her, opaque.
-"I am really drunk, ain't I?" - he was already laying on the bed, his arms spread. She unbuttoned his whole shirt, gliding her soothing hand over his chest muscular chest. Her hand was so soft.
-"Who is that Victoria, Lucius?" - she asked, moistly kissing his stomach, than patiently going up.
-"You were gone for very long time, mon cher." - He hands were mildly massaging her bare shoulders. The end of her cold metal necklace was exactly on his belly button. He could not say that the cold metal mixed with warm body didn't turn him on. He liked playing with ice, but that did not have ice right now.
-"Does Christian know about you and his wife?" - she asked, licking over his nipple.
-"He knows, aright" - Lucius sighed. Her tongue travelled over his neck to his soft mouth, kissing him.
Lucius was delighted to fully have her again. They could not remember if they ever had such a phenomenal orgasm. Climax lasted so long. They were both covered in sweat afterwards. Atmosphere was so hot; Lucius opened the window. He stood in front of it, glancing at the spacious fields.
-"Come back to the bed, Lucius" - Ancilla whined. Navigated himself by touching the objects around him because there was no light in the room.
He cuddled back into the bed, inside her lull hug.
-"So Professor Deitrich, was I any good? What mark would you give me?" - he asked her, playfully.
-"Excellent mark, but I must ask you for make-up" - she replied.
-"I'm more than willing to. I like this 'oral' examination a lot" - he turned to her.
-"Not now, some other time. I feel so fatigued from you" - she said, as he turned to her. The smell of naked body after sex.
-"It's ok. I craved you for far too long" - Lucius kissed her forehead.
-"I see you found an adequate substitution for me" - she said whitely.
-"She is a good girl. She is not like you, she obeys me when I say something. I daresay, she loves me" - Lucius spoke.
-"You do not need her; she is too young for you. Anyway, you do not love her, you love me" - Ancilla said, sophisticatedly.
-"Didn't you hear what I just said, she obeys me. But that is what I love about you, you hate to obey someone" - she smiled to her.
They would finish going like this until forever if Walden did not open the door and turn on the light.
-"I am so sorry to interrupt you two, but almost everyone's gone. Your wife is looking everywhere for you Lucius, by the way?" - he had that devilish smile on his face.
-"No one cares for her" - Lucius said.
-"That is what you think. I would not mind if I had her for one night stand to screw her up."
-"Why didn't you say that earlier, just go ahead, if you get her. She is picky about sex" - Lucius was saying, slowly sitting up, being careful that he does not reveal any of private body parts from under the covers.
-"Would you mind letting us get dressed" - Ancilla snapped at him.
-"I would mind letting Lucius, but not you" - he said, winking, and closing the door.
-"He is so sexually obsessed" - Ancilla commented.
Christmas break passed quickly. In no time, Harry found himself going to the class. He was thinking about yesterday, when he could sleep as long as he wished to. Instead of that, he was watching Professor Deitrich swiftly enter the classroom. Today, she wore the same kind of long black cloak Snape wouldn't get of. Under the black robes, she had really short tight black skirt, and black bitch-boats.
-"Who did not write their homework over the brake?" - she asked.
Few people raised their hands. They knew really well what will happen if they lied to her.
-"Niimro, what is your excuse?" - she went over to a Slytherin girl. She grabbed the seat beside Draco Malfoy. Apparently, Lisaa Niimro was a Muggle-born Slytherin. Ancilla detested her. Few times, she openly said that she disgraces Slytherin because of her stigmatic heritage.
Draco Malfoy had no particular interest in Lisaa beside that she was an awesome Quidditch player. So many times he insulted her for her Muggle heritage, but Lisaa was strong. Beside that she was very pretty with long blond hair, she was bright.
-"I did not have time, my cousins came over from Holland" - she was saying.
-"Oh, I know a better excuse, maybe your little sister spilt her coffee on it" - she was standing over Lisaa.
Ancilla's neurotic tradition was to crack her fingers.
-"Lemme tell you something Mudblood, if you want to pass this class you have to give everything. And I mean it" - her eyes flicked at her, as she quickly exchanged malicious gazes with Draco Malfoy. 'Check point' Draco and Ancilla would murmur quietly, every time either of them insulted a Mudblood.
-"Stupid Mudblood" - Draco said to her loudly. Harry sighed bluntly, as Ancilla smiled enigmatically to Draco.
-"What about you Gregory Goyle, what is your excuse?" - she asked him, way more pleasantly.
-"My toad ate it, Miss" - he answer dully. Ancilla shuddered her shoulders, sighing. It was the worse excuse anyone ever thought of.
-"You can re-do it and hand it in" - she said. Of course, Gregory Goyle was a Pureblood. Lets say a Pureblood with an intelligence of a troll, but still a Pureblood.
Than she collected everybody's homework, eyeing Hermione scornfully. She would always do her homework and some extra work.
-"We are learning about Pendants today. Some of them have astonishing power. There is particular one I would like to talk about today. It is the one that can save you from 'Avada Kedavra' curse" - she narrowed her eyes, looking at Harry. She murmured few words and the picture of that particular talisman showed on the board. Harry and Ron gasped because it was the one that he got for Christmas.
-"It's called Protivsmrti Talisman. It is one and one only on this planet. It was possessed by a Dark Wizard, Ambrosius der Tod. After Ambrosius der Tod was defeated in 1869 by another Dark Wizard, Ute O'Brian, no one could ever find the pendant, again. The rumour is that it is possessed by an old wizard family, but no one can tell for sure" - she finished.
She went on and on about the history of it, and the pointless properties. Harry listened closely. He remembered Hermione prating once about Professor Deitrich. Hermione found out about her everything there possible was to find. Her mother's name was Deirdre O'Brian.
-"Before I dismiss you, I have an important announcement for you to make. Next class, will be co-ed class with Revenclaws who are at this time having Potions. That is right, you will be having Defence Against the Dark Arts at the same time as Potions, because Professor Snape will be teaching you how to make important Potions that is used to fight the Dark Magic off.
"You are dismissed now" - she said.
Next Defence Against the Dark Arts all the Gryffindors went together to. On the door of the classroom was a note that says to go to the dungeon. The handwriting was Professor Deitrich's, small and with every letter separated.
And the Gryffindors went together to the dungeon. They entered it, and found that Slytherins and Revenclaws were there already. Professor Snape was sitting in his catedra, ominously gazing at them. As they all took their seats, Ancilla Deitrich abruptly entered the classroom.
-"McGonagall truly hates me" - she quietly said to Severus as she was at his desk.
-"What did she do?" - he asked her.
-"You do not want to know" - she sighed, turning around to the students.
-"What kind of seating is that? I don't want to have you chatting with each other during the whole class!" - she snapped at them.
-"Granger, here in the first row. Parkinson, Niimro, Bullstrode, away from Malfoy, beside Granger, and Potter, Weasley, you move to Malfoy's table."
She combed the whole classroom. Harry ended up sharing the table with Draco and Ron. She was extremely temperamental that morning. Severus did not do anything to prevent her from that. He would just sit in his seat, and casually follow her with his stare.
As soon as she finished, Snape held the lesson, and Ancilla explained some of the things, they were off to making a Potion that can take off some smaller curses. It was extremely complicated Potion.
Draco was casually going through his Potions book, looking for the Potion. Ancilla went around and gave them the extra Potions ingredients they needed. She went around Harry's table last.
-"Professor, uhm do you know how to find stamina juice of this plant?" - he asked, presenting her a plant.
She slowly took the plant, looking around it, with her eyes wide open.
-"What is the stamina juice? Honestly, I know nothing about Potions and those kind of things. When I went to Hogwarts, my father had to come every year to talk to Professor Snake, my Potion teacher, so he would let me pass it" - she said, looking flabbergasted at plant.
-"You better ask Professor Snape. Severus, could you come here for a second" - she beckoned him with her hand to come. He wasn't the happiest that she addressed him as 'Severus' in front of the students.
-"Yes" - he asked as he approached them.
-"Malfoy, ask him, he knows way more than me" - she said, going away.
Snape demonstrated Draco how to do it. It was good that he did it in front of Harry and Ron because neither of them knew more than Ancilla in Potions.
-"You are doing it wrong, Weasley" - Draco said arrogantly, as Ron was ladling his Potion.
-"Shut up, Malfoy" - Ron snapped on him. Harry was standing right in front of Draco.
-"I am telling you to be careful, because it burns you know, the potion is acidic. It may fall on your robes, and wreck them. Your poor parents shan't have enough money to buy even a small patch. What about you Potter, I heard that you shoplift? A whole week of detention, eh?" - Draco sneered at Harry.
-"It was you, wasn't it? You put them in my robes while I wasn't looking" - Harry looked at Ron. His eyes were getting red with all the rage. It is dementia how things happen.
-"Well, lets just say that it accidentally slipped out of my hand" - Draco smirked into Satanic smile.
-"You bastard" - Ron growled, pushing his cauldron onto Draco. Harry tried to stop, but in the Ron's velocity, he cut onto him, and just helped him spill the acidic liquid onto Draco. Draco screamed. It went onto him, burning his robes, and lightly touching his skin. It really ached.
-"POTTER! WEASLEY!" - Snape yelled at them, as soon as he came over. Ancilla stood beside Snape, scanning over them.
-"Did it burn your skin?" - she asked him carefully taking his arm. The Potion destroyed his robes and the shirt under. Half of his robes were destroyed. Few other ingredients were supposed to be added to the potion afterwards, so it would relinquish all the corrosive properties.
-"No" - Draco answered, staring spleen at Harry and Draco.
-"Potter, Weasley, to my office right now" - Snape said venomly, burning from the vexation. -"Malfoy, are you all right?"
-"He's ok, it did not get him that much. I will take him to the hospital wing" - Ancilla said, beckoning Draco to follow her.
Snape lead Harry and Ron to his office, not turning around even once to gaze at them, as they walked behind him.
-"Harry Potter, will you ever stop exalting yourself from everyone else? You are just an insignificant fool. Just because James was fool enough to fall under a conspiracy and take it seriously, we do not have to hail you as a saint" - Snape whispered when they were in his office.
-"But Professor, you don't..."
-"I do not remember asking you Weasley for a comment" - he snapped on Ron.
-"...but I was the one who pushed the cauldron of acidic potion onto Malfoy" - Ron said desperately. He was sick of seeing Snape torture Harry. Harry wanted to prevent him on doing something Malfoy highly deserved.
-"Ron, you do not have to..." - on the other hand, Harry did not want Ron to get blamed for everything.
-"SILENCE! Lemme tell you something boys, I do not care. I saw you both holding the cauldron, as it fell, and got spilt onto Malfoy. If I can help, both of you will get expelled" - he snapped.
-"Now, let me call Professor McGonagall. If she has any decency left in her, she will expel you. I'm go to go now to get her; before she comes, consider that your lost fifty points of Gryffindor, each. And a week of detention, too" - he said, his cloak swirling. As he slammed the door behind him, the hem was caught in there. Harry and Ron wanted to laugh on that, but next moment Snape pulled it out.
-"Look Ron, you do not have to stick up for me" - Harry said miserably when they were left alone.
-"Harry, if Snape succeeds in getting the expulsion, I do not want you being expelled, you did not harm that Malfoy idiot" - Ron said.
-"Look, Malfoy deserves that. Only bad thing was that the potion didn't ruin his entire clothes, so he would be left naked in the middle of the classroom" - Harry said, and they both laughed. Wouldn't that be fabulous?
-"Harry, if someone told me that famous Harry Potter will be my best friend, I would tell that person that it is crazy" - Ron told him, heartily.
It left Harry silent. 'Best friends'. And still, Harry could remember his time when he had no friends, and now he is a celebrity.
He said nothing, just friendly hugged Ron. They are the best friends.
Ancilla quit all that, by abruptly opening the door, and taking seat at Snape's spot.
-"What was all that for?" - she said ominously.
Neither Harry nor Ron spoke.
-"Either you will tell me everything, or I will have to use the force to get the truth out of you" - she was on the urge to snarl.
-"So, what did Malfoy do so dreadful that you almost killed him?" - she tried again.
-"He was the one who framed me in Zonko's that I stole the Scented Smoke-Bombs" - Harry said.
-"And was that so hideous that you almost killed him?" - she snapped.
-"Professor, it is my fault, I reacted too quickly" - Ron said.
-"No, we both did it" - Harry corrected. Ancilla knew what they were doing. She knew James too well to overlook this encounter.
-"I guess you told me the truth. On my way, I met Severus, and he told me what the punishment would be. I assure you, you shan't get expelled. And for the points and detention, you deserve it" - she concluded, exiting the room.
In few minutes she came back with Severus and Minerva.
-"Potter, Weasley, you are growing more meddlesome. Next time you do something foolish like what you just did, I assure you, you will be suspended." - Professor McGonagall said to them, as soon as she entered the office. It highly reminded her on the time when James was at Hogwarts. He spent more time around teachers' offices in than class. Apparently Snape was thinking the same. He was again trying to assassinate Harry with his stare.
-"You shall go now to the hospital wing to apologise to Mr Malfoy" - Snape ordered them, stiffly.
Harry was spleen on Snape more than usual as he assigned Ron and him to clean the boys toilets. Smelly and dirty job for celebrated Harry Potter. They finished it late at night, smelling highly on cleaning products.
As they went through the halls towards the Gryffindor common room, a cloak shadow passed them. It was ideal. They turned around too see it. But the grim stopped in front of the window, took the wand out, and congregated something. Greed light shone from the outside. The shadow than transformed into an eagle, and flew away through the window, carrying something in its sharp-talon legs. Harry and Ron were petrified. As the shadow was gone, they carefully approached the window. Ron screamed when he realised that the Dark Mark was ominously floating over the Hogwarts. Ethereal and enormous, clouding the whole castle, and the snake neurotically moving out of the mouth.
-"Harry Potter, what are you doing here?" - someone snapped from behind.
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"My Lord, respite me till the day they said they shall be raised
Though are the manilas respite
Until the day of the no time
My Lord, since you have seduced me"
Philip Glass' V Symphony: Requiem/Nikamaya
*Lucifer - the fallen Angel; the bearer of light
Dunkel - Ger. dark
Mann - Ger. man
-Saint Clair Cemin
I saw 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' today. At the same time it was an awesome event, the fulfilling of my feral dream; but it left some nasty after-taste in me. Everything happened just far to neurasthenic. Movie should be way longer. Characters are not processed enough. It gives us a perfect picture about characters, how they look and maybe their behaviour, but it is way too shallow to present any message. I wouldn't fathom it if I had not read the book. It is just bunch of needless Dracoless or Snapeless scenes. Yes, right, all the scenes without Snape or Draco or without both of them are highly needless. That is basically more than seventy per cent of the movie, but who is the meanest but at the same time most adorable and peskiest character of Harry Potter books?, alas, it's Draco Malfoy. Does your name mean dragon or a type of the snake? 'Mal' means bad, ill, evil of French.
Snape is just so sexy with his sinister appearance and the way his cloak swirls when he turns around. I really can't imagine how will Lucius look like when 'Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets' comes out. They better involve him a lot in the movie, eh, or I will go personally to Chris Columbus and kick his biased ass.
Aetheral Blood (November 17th)
Advocating:
-all the people I mentioned above don't belong to me (though I wish that Alan Rickman and Tom Felton were mine);
-Harry Potter characters abused in this story don't belong to moi;
-my characters belong to moi.
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Ancilla and her husband, Mathieu, went over to Macnair's Christmas reception. It was held in the spacious drawing room of Macnair manor. Well it was not really a room, it was size of an auditorium.
Ancilla went around, greeting some of her old friends, mostly Death Eaters.
-"Have you noticed how you have no female friends?" - Mathieu softly spoke on her ear. -"All of your friends are male."
-"I have one female" - she fancifully turned to him. Their arms were linked, and she kept stroking his broad shoulder with her right arm. Mathieu almost totally lost his French accent, he spoke like Ancilla now: highly British, adding some Irish of several words. Lucius found it cute when she spoke Irish.
-"Ancilla Deitrich, so wonderful to see you" - Lucifer Dunkelmann* saluted Ancilla when he saw her. That man resembled Satan itself by physical look (he was like him mentally, too). His tan skin was thick as in crocodile, nose hooked, and two fiendish black eyes, like two burning marbles picked out of box with Pandemonium. Hair was short and black, staying upwards and a goatee, pointed and sharp.
Lucifer, the fallen angel, the bearer of light, could easily cause anarchy anywhere. It was one of the things Lord Voldemort liked so much about him. He could easily affix neurasthenia into anyone.
-"Lucifer, you look astonishing" - she said. She just entered the small cliquish group of the Death Eaters, talking obscurely. Mathieu found it wise to find someone else to chat with.
-"Well thank you, Ancilla, so do you" - he smirked. Ancilla greeted everyone else standing there. Lucius was not there.
-"A lot of old friends and acquaintances are not here, Lucifer. Why so?" - she asked, cautiously. With tip of her finger, she touched the peak of her glass, circling. She drunk white wine.
-"Most of them are in Azkeban, Ancilla. Some other ones are killed by Aurors and the other ones would rather kill themselves than serve the sentence in the prison" - she was jaded on that.
-"Aurors, the Order of Phoenix, Dumbledore, I hate them so much" - Ancilla snapped. The coterie was standing in the corner, being cautious all the time that someone who shouldn't was not eavesdropping.
-"We all detest them, Deitrich" - someone else, not so important to her responded on her animosity.
Ancilla kept chatting with them, but didn't stop scanning the drawing room to find her beloved Lucius. At some time, she noticed him leaving the room, accompanied with someone else. A female.
She excused herself from the clique, and went after Lucius in hunt for him. The steps of female's high heels were so loud that she could easily follow them through the house. The house was a manor, of course. Huge and nicely decorated with brass adornments, and velvet curtains.
Lucius and the female ended up in a room, closing the door behind them. It was all clear to Ancilla what were they about to. She sighed deeply, leaning on the wall and lighting a cigarette. It tranquillised her. She couldn't let him not be her tonight. After she sighed deeply again, opening the white door, entering the room, and still holding the damn cigarette.
Lucius was in there with a pretty young woman. It was clear to Ancilla that the female was prettier than her. It caused Ancilla to slam the darn door, causing both of them to jump. Apparently, they were too busy with each other.
-"Bonsoir, Lucius. Comment vas-tu? (Goodnight, Lucius. How are you?)" - she snapped shrilly on him as he looked at her. Than she angrily walked over to a chair, and sat down, crossing her long legs.
-"What are you doing here? I thought you didn't come to the reception?" - he gasped, gently moving the woman away from him. She was sitting on his lap.
-"Who told you that? Anyway, what are you doing here? with her? and who the hell is she?" - she snarled, smashing the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside, on an elegant tea table.
-"Walden said he didn't see you, he though you didn't come. Anyway, this is my friend, Victoria Berger" - he said, looking at Ancilla Deitrich's jaded face. It hurt her to see Lucius with another woman. She always found it absurd why Lucius was so jealous about her, but now she got it. That odiousness feeling in your core, just like Persephone feels every year when Hades come to take away her from her mother. Than the nature dies, and waits until the maid of the flowers, Persephone comes back again, so it can grow, freely.
-"A friend? Walden is your friend, too, but I don't see you two so passionate about each other" - she got up. All the time, she felt so neurasthenic.
-"Who is she?" - the woman that was beside Lucius asked.
-"She is woman I love and I want to marry" - Lucius whined. It made Ancilla feel warm inside, but she noticed the inadequate tonation of his voice, and said:
-"You're drunk, Lucius."
-"And what am I supposed to be to, you?" - the woman asked, jumping up. Lucius was sitting on the bed, two beautiful woman standing in front of him. Each highly resentful on him.
-"Victoria, you mean something to me" - Lucius moaned, jumping in front of Victoria, holding onto her lean legs. He was drunk indeed.
-"Oh my god, and what did you do to James Potter, because he apparently meant something to me?" - Ancilla snapped sarcastically on Lucius, touching him without the tips of her shoe.
-"I'm drunk and I can't give you a good answer now" - Lucius moaned. Ancilla stared at him with her mouth open, highly sardonic look on her face. She had a better glance at girl that Lucius was holding onto. Wasn't she young, twenty-four, twenty-five. Her mahogany hair was same shade as Ancilla's, but it was straight, up to half of her back. Ancilla's hair ended in big zigzag curls, going up to her breasts. Ancilla would usually keep it down, provocatively putting her hands through.
Ancilla wanted to compliment how she adores Victoria's grey dress, but instead she said: -"How old are you?"
She had that mothering but berserk expression as Victoria answered that she is only twenty four.
-"Lucius, you shallow imbecile, she is only twenty four, and you are fucken thirty seven" - she snapped.
-"So are you" - Lucius raised his head, looking at Ancilla.
-"That is not the point, you idiot; thing between you two, I do not have any slightest idea what is happening between you two, are you lovers, or what, and I certainly do not care and want to know, but it is highly preposterous. She could be your daughter, you bastard" - she snapped at him.
-"Ancilla, mon cher, forgive me." - Lucius crawled to Ancilla, giving her his hand, so she could help him get up on his legs. She pulled him up, brutally. As soon as he got onto his legs, he spoke.
-"You two are so beautiful. You know what, we should have a threesome" - he was looking leniently at Ancilla, going with his delicate hand through her hair, and touching her breast.
Ancilla sighed deeply, knowing exactly how Lucius can be when he's drunk. Of course, she knew that he wouldn't mind threesome with two of them, even though he wasn't drunk. All those encounters when they were at Hogwarts she could remember so clearly. So many times, they would smuggle alcohol, and get drunk. Macnair would get most drunk, all the time.
-"Lucius, that is so nasty" - Victoria snapped at him. Ancilla than let go of Lucius, because she heard knock on the door. It was her husband.
-"I am sorry Ancilla, I saw you leaving the room. I did not know where are you going, so I followed you." - He said, coming inside the room. Ancilla was succumbed by how sympathetic he always was. Once, she wished if she could ever see him accede himself to the anger.
-"What's happening here?" - he asked. Lucius looked at him lethally. On purpose, just to annoy Lucius, Ancilla gently hugged Mathieu around his waist.
-"Nothing" - Ancilla answered.
-"Mathieu, this is Lucius Malfoy" - she told her husband. Mathieu shook Lucius' hand. Lucius wanted to kill Mathieu. Primarily because he was so drunk, secondarily because he had Ancilla for all these years.
-"Lucius, you know my husband, of course, Mathieu Bégayer" - Ancilla said sweetly, leaning onto Mathieu.
Victoria, when she saw Mathieu, she gasped. He was surely one sexy stud.
-"Excuse, but I had to notice, your name means 'stutter' on French, doesn't it?" - Victoria said. She suddenly got bestial urge to get introduced to that guy. She was another one yielded to his fatal charm.
-"Yes" - he answered, as Ancilla jealously locked him to her. Lucius turned around not to look at two of them.
-"Oh, I'm Victoria Berger" - she reached out to shake his hand.
-"Mathieu Bégayer, you work at the Ministry don't you?" - he asked her. Ancilla was rolling her eyes.
-"Yes, Department for Foreign Thingamajigs" - she was another one in long line mesmerised in his crystal clear Prussian blue eyes. Ancilla would die for those eyes. It caused Victoria to couldn't even remember where she worked.
-"Sport Department" - he said curtly.
If Ancilla couldn't help stopping them, they would continue talking. But she didn't. Someone else entered the room.
-"Ancillæ Deitrich, for Lord's sake, how could you not inform me that you came back from where ever you were" - it was Victoria's husband, Christian Avery. -"Lucifer told me that you are here, and I combed the whole house looking for you. I see you in interesting company."
-"Oh Christian" - Ancilla let go of Mathieu, and hugged Christian. As she was in his hug, he mischievously murmured on her ear: "Do you still spit or you learnt how to swallow, honey?"
-"It's nice to have you back" - he said then, winking to her. She just shot him an icy stare that no one noticed. As he let go of her, he drew out pack of strong cigarettes, and lit one.
-"Christian, not another one" - Victoria lamented. Christian didn't care to comprehend what he just heard. Victoria was sensitive when it came to smoking same way Lucius was.
-"I did not know you smoke?" - Ancilla gasped. He offered her a cigarette and she accepted it.
-"Unfortunately" - he sighed. Lucius eyed him suspiciously, he detested when anyone smokes. Cigarettes killed his father, who just could not stop. For all the time, he was sitting on the bed, feeling his legs numb.
-"Christian, this is my lovely husband, Mathieu Bégayer" - she pulled him to face Mathieu.
-"Christian Avery, my pleasure" - he said.
Ancilla knew Christian over her ex husband, Calvin Scorge. Christian and Calvin went together at Durmstrang, same year. They were good friends, at the same house. Christian was good friend with Ancilla, too. She adored his blasphemous spirit and sacrilegious humour.
-"And Ancilla, if you have not met her, this is my wife, Victoria Berger" - Christian beckoned to Victoria to come closer.
-"For God's sake, you all people, she can be your daughter" - she turned to him, sighing. He gazed at her suspiciously, exhaling the nicotine-intoxicated breath into her face. If he did that to Lucius, he would end up in the St Mungo's Hospital with such severe wounds.
-"Take care of yourself, Ancilla" - he friendly tapped her on her back. -"Victoria, I think we should go back to the reception" - he said, winking warpedly to Lucius. Lucius was not relieved. He will be relieved when Mathieu is gone, too.
-"Mathieu, would you care joining us?" - Victoria asked him before they were gone. There's saviour to Lucius.
-"If Ancilla does not mind" - he said. He knew what Ancilla was aiming to, she was aiming to staying alone with Lucius. She told him about her and Lucius, long ago. Mathieu was sad because of the fact that she loved Lucius so much, because he would be the happiest man if she was happy with him. She was happy, but she would be happier if she loved him, not Lucius.
-"No, not at all" - she shook her head, sweetly, closing the door behind them all.
Alone with Lucius at last. Lucius acted casually, letting her bar him to the bed, sitting over him. He looked at her, opaque.
-"I am really drunk, ain't I?" - he was already laying on the bed, his arms spread. She unbuttoned his whole shirt, gliding her soothing hand over his chest muscular chest. Her hand was so soft.
-"Who is that Victoria, Lucius?" - she asked, moistly kissing his stomach, than patiently going up.
-"You were gone for very long time, mon cher." - He hands were mildly massaging her bare shoulders. The end of her cold metal necklace was exactly on his belly button. He could not say that the cold metal mixed with warm body didn't turn him on. He liked playing with ice, but that did not have ice right now.
-"Does Christian know about you and his wife?" - she asked, licking over his nipple.
-"He knows, aright" - Lucius sighed. Her tongue travelled over his neck to his soft mouth, kissing him.
Lucius was delighted to fully have her again. They could not remember if they ever had such a phenomenal orgasm. Climax lasted so long. They were both covered in sweat afterwards. Atmosphere was so hot; Lucius opened the window. He stood in front of it, glancing at the spacious fields.
-"Come back to the bed, Lucius" - Ancilla whined. Navigated himself by touching the objects around him because there was no light in the room.
He cuddled back into the bed, inside her lull hug.
-"So Professor Deitrich, was I any good? What mark would you give me?" - he asked her, playfully.
-"Excellent mark, but I must ask you for make-up" - she replied.
-"I'm more than willing to. I like this 'oral' examination a lot" - he turned to her.
-"Not now, some other time. I feel so fatigued from you" - she said, as he turned to her. The smell of naked body after sex.
-"It's ok. I craved you for far too long" - Lucius kissed her forehead.
-"I see you found an adequate substitution for me" - she said whitely.
-"She is a good girl. She is not like you, she obeys me when I say something. I daresay, she loves me" - Lucius spoke.
-"You do not need her; she is too young for you. Anyway, you do not love her, you love me" - Ancilla said, sophisticatedly.
-"Didn't you hear what I just said, she obeys me. But that is what I love about you, you hate to obey someone" - she smiled to her.
They would finish going like this until forever if Walden did not open the door and turn on the light.
-"I am so sorry to interrupt you two, but almost everyone's gone. Your wife is looking everywhere for you Lucius, by the way?" - he had that devilish smile on his face.
-"No one cares for her" - Lucius said.
-"That is what you think. I would not mind if I had her for one night stand to screw her up."
-"Why didn't you say that earlier, just go ahead, if you get her. She is picky about sex" - Lucius was saying, slowly sitting up, being careful that he does not reveal any of private body parts from under the covers.
-"Would you mind letting us get dressed" - Ancilla snapped at him.
-"I would mind letting Lucius, but not you" - he said, winking, and closing the door.
-"He is so sexually obsessed" - Ancilla commented.
Christmas break passed quickly. In no time, Harry found himself going to the class. He was thinking about yesterday, when he could sleep as long as he wished to. Instead of that, he was watching Professor Deitrich swiftly enter the classroom. Today, she wore the same kind of long black cloak Snape wouldn't get of. Under the black robes, she had really short tight black skirt, and black bitch-boats.
-"Who did not write their homework over the brake?" - she asked.
Few people raised their hands. They knew really well what will happen if they lied to her.
-"Niimro, what is your excuse?" - she went over to a Slytherin girl. She grabbed the seat beside Draco Malfoy. Apparently, Lisaa Niimro was a Muggle-born Slytherin. Ancilla detested her. Few times, she openly said that she disgraces Slytherin because of her stigmatic heritage.
Draco Malfoy had no particular interest in Lisaa beside that she was an awesome Quidditch player. So many times he insulted her for her Muggle heritage, but Lisaa was strong. Beside that she was very pretty with long blond hair, she was bright.
-"I did not have time, my cousins came over from Holland" - she was saying.
-"Oh, I know a better excuse, maybe your little sister spilt her coffee on it" - she was standing over Lisaa.
Ancilla's neurotic tradition was to crack her fingers.
-"Lemme tell you something Mudblood, if you want to pass this class you have to give everything. And I mean it" - her eyes flicked at her, as she quickly exchanged malicious gazes with Draco Malfoy. 'Check point' Draco and Ancilla would murmur quietly, every time either of them insulted a Mudblood.
-"Stupid Mudblood" - Draco said to her loudly. Harry sighed bluntly, as Ancilla smiled enigmatically to Draco.
-"What about you Gregory Goyle, what is your excuse?" - she asked him, way more pleasantly.
-"My toad ate it, Miss" - he answer dully. Ancilla shuddered her shoulders, sighing. It was the worse excuse anyone ever thought of.
-"You can re-do it and hand it in" - she said. Of course, Gregory Goyle was a Pureblood. Lets say a Pureblood with an intelligence of a troll, but still a Pureblood.
Than she collected everybody's homework, eyeing Hermione scornfully. She would always do her homework and some extra work.
-"We are learning about Pendants today. Some of them have astonishing power. There is particular one I would like to talk about today. It is the one that can save you from 'Avada Kedavra' curse" - she narrowed her eyes, looking at Harry. She murmured few words and the picture of that particular talisman showed on the board. Harry and Ron gasped because it was the one that he got for Christmas.
-"It's called Protivsmrti Talisman. It is one and one only on this planet. It was possessed by a Dark Wizard, Ambrosius der Tod. After Ambrosius der Tod was defeated in 1869 by another Dark Wizard, Ute O'Brian, no one could ever find the pendant, again. The rumour is that it is possessed by an old wizard family, but no one can tell for sure" - she finished.
She went on and on about the history of it, and the pointless properties. Harry listened closely. He remembered Hermione prating once about Professor Deitrich. Hermione found out about her everything there possible was to find. Her mother's name was Deirdre O'Brian.
-"Before I dismiss you, I have an important announcement for you to make. Next class, will be co-ed class with Revenclaws who are at this time having Potions. That is right, you will be having Defence Against the Dark Arts at the same time as Potions, because Professor Snape will be teaching you how to make important Potions that is used to fight the Dark Magic off.
"You are dismissed now" - she said.
Next Defence Against the Dark Arts all the Gryffindors went together to. On the door of the classroom was a note that says to go to the dungeon. The handwriting was Professor Deitrich's, small and with every letter separated.
And the Gryffindors went together to the dungeon. They entered it, and found that Slytherins and Revenclaws were there already. Professor Snape was sitting in his catedra, ominously gazing at them. As they all took their seats, Ancilla Deitrich abruptly entered the classroom.
-"McGonagall truly hates me" - she quietly said to Severus as she was at his desk.
-"What did she do?" - he asked her.
-"You do not want to know" - she sighed, turning around to the students.
-"What kind of seating is that? I don't want to have you chatting with each other during the whole class!" - she snapped at them.
-"Granger, here in the first row. Parkinson, Niimro, Bullstrode, away from Malfoy, beside Granger, and Potter, Weasley, you move to Malfoy's table."
She combed the whole classroom. Harry ended up sharing the table with Draco and Ron. She was extremely temperamental that morning. Severus did not do anything to prevent her from that. He would just sit in his seat, and casually follow her with his stare.
As soon as she finished, Snape held the lesson, and Ancilla explained some of the things, they were off to making a Potion that can take off some smaller curses. It was extremely complicated Potion.
Draco was casually going through his Potions book, looking for the Potion. Ancilla went around and gave them the extra Potions ingredients they needed. She went around Harry's table last.
-"Professor, uhm do you know how to find stamina juice of this plant?" - he asked, presenting her a plant.
She slowly took the plant, looking around it, with her eyes wide open.
-"What is the stamina juice? Honestly, I know nothing about Potions and those kind of things. When I went to Hogwarts, my father had to come every year to talk to Professor Snake, my Potion teacher, so he would let me pass it" - she said, looking flabbergasted at plant.
-"You better ask Professor Snape. Severus, could you come here for a second" - she beckoned him with her hand to come. He wasn't the happiest that she addressed him as 'Severus' in front of the students.
-"Yes" - he asked as he approached them.
-"Malfoy, ask him, he knows way more than me" - she said, going away.
Snape demonstrated Draco how to do it. It was good that he did it in front of Harry and Ron because neither of them knew more than Ancilla in Potions.
-"You are doing it wrong, Weasley" - Draco said arrogantly, as Ron was ladling his Potion.
-"Shut up, Malfoy" - Ron snapped on him. Harry was standing right in front of Draco.
-"I am telling you to be careful, because it burns you know, the potion is acidic. It may fall on your robes, and wreck them. Your poor parents shan't have enough money to buy even a small patch. What about you Potter, I heard that you shoplift? A whole week of detention, eh?" - Draco sneered at Harry.
-"It was you, wasn't it? You put them in my robes while I wasn't looking" - Harry looked at Ron. His eyes were getting red with all the rage. It is dementia how things happen.
-"Well, lets just say that it accidentally slipped out of my hand" - Draco smirked into Satanic smile.
-"You bastard" - Ron growled, pushing his cauldron onto Draco. Harry tried to stop, but in the Ron's velocity, he cut onto him, and just helped him spill the acidic liquid onto Draco. Draco screamed. It went onto him, burning his robes, and lightly touching his skin. It really ached.
-"POTTER! WEASLEY!" - Snape yelled at them, as soon as he came over. Ancilla stood beside Snape, scanning over them.
-"Did it burn your skin?" - she asked him carefully taking his arm. The Potion destroyed his robes and the shirt under. Half of his robes were destroyed. Few other ingredients were supposed to be added to the potion afterwards, so it would relinquish all the corrosive properties.
-"No" - Draco answered, staring spleen at Harry and Draco.
-"Potter, Weasley, to my office right now" - Snape said venomly, burning from the vexation. -"Malfoy, are you all right?"
-"He's ok, it did not get him that much. I will take him to the hospital wing" - Ancilla said, beckoning Draco to follow her.
Snape lead Harry and Ron to his office, not turning around even once to gaze at them, as they walked behind him.
-"Harry Potter, will you ever stop exalting yourself from everyone else? You are just an insignificant fool. Just because James was fool enough to fall under a conspiracy and take it seriously, we do not have to hail you as a saint" - Snape whispered when they were in his office.
-"But Professor, you don't..."
-"I do not remember asking you Weasley for a comment" - he snapped on Ron.
-"...but I was the one who pushed the cauldron of acidic potion onto Malfoy" - Ron said desperately. He was sick of seeing Snape torture Harry. Harry wanted to prevent him on doing something Malfoy highly deserved.
-"Ron, you do not have to..." - on the other hand, Harry did not want Ron to get blamed for everything.
-"SILENCE! Lemme tell you something boys, I do not care. I saw you both holding the cauldron, as it fell, and got spilt onto Malfoy. If I can help, both of you will get expelled" - he snapped.
-"Now, let me call Professor McGonagall. If she has any decency left in her, she will expel you. I'm go to go now to get her; before she comes, consider that your lost fifty points of Gryffindor, each. And a week of detention, too" - he said, his cloak swirling. As he slammed the door behind him, the hem was caught in there. Harry and Ron wanted to laugh on that, but next moment Snape pulled it out.
-"Look Ron, you do not have to stick up for me" - Harry said miserably when they were left alone.
-"Harry, if Snape succeeds in getting the expulsion, I do not want you being expelled, you did not harm that Malfoy idiot" - Ron said.
-"Look, Malfoy deserves that. Only bad thing was that the potion didn't ruin his entire clothes, so he would be left naked in the middle of the classroom" - Harry said, and they both laughed. Wouldn't that be fabulous?
-"Harry, if someone told me that famous Harry Potter will be my best friend, I would tell that person that it is crazy" - Ron told him, heartily.
It left Harry silent. 'Best friends'. And still, Harry could remember his time when he had no friends, and now he is a celebrity.
He said nothing, just friendly hugged Ron. They are the best friends.
Ancilla quit all that, by abruptly opening the door, and taking seat at Snape's spot.
-"What was all that for?" - she said ominously.
Neither Harry nor Ron spoke.
-"Either you will tell me everything, or I will have to use the force to get the truth out of you" - she was on the urge to snarl.
-"So, what did Malfoy do so dreadful that you almost killed him?" - she tried again.
-"He was the one who framed me in Zonko's that I stole the Scented Smoke-Bombs" - Harry said.
-"And was that so hideous that you almost killed him?" - she snapped.
-"Professor, it is my fault, I reacted too quickly" - Ron said.
-"No, we both did it" - Harry corrected. Ancilla knew what they were doing. She knew James too well to overlook this encounter.
-"I guess you told me the truth. On my way, I met Severus, and he told me what the punishment would be. I assure you, you shan't get expelled. And for the points and detention, you deserve it" - she concluded, exiting the room.
In few minutes she came back with Severus and Minerva.
-"Potter, Weasley, you are growing more meddlesome. Next time you do something foolish like what you just did, I assure you, you will be suspended." - Professor McGonagall said to them, as soon as she entered the office. It highly reminded her on the time when James was at Hogwarts. He spent more time around teachers' offices in than class. Apparently Snape was thinking the same. He was again trying to assassinate Harry with his stare.
-"You shall go now to the hospital wing to apologise to Mr Malfoy" - Snape ordered them, stiffly.
Harry was spleen on Snape more than usual as he assigned Ron and him to clean the boys toilets. Smelly and dirty job for celebrated Harry Potter. They finished it late at night, smelling highly on cleaning products.
As they went through the halls towards the Gryffindor common room, a cloak shadow passed them. It was ideal. They turned around too see it. But the grim stopped in front of the window, took the wand out, and congregated something. Greed light shone from the outside. The shadow than transformed into an eagle, and flew away through the window, carrying something in its sharp-talon legs. Harry and Ron were petrified. As the shadow was gone, they carefully approached the window. Ron screamed when he realised that the Dark Mark was ominously floating over the Hogwarts. Ethereal and enormous, clouding the whole castle, and the snake neurotically moving out of the mouth.
-"Harry Potter, what are you doing here?" - someone snapped from behind.
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"My Lord, respite me till the day they said they shall be raised
Though are the manilas respite
Until the day of the no time
My Lord, since you have seduced me"
Philip Glass' V Symphony: Requiem/Nikamaya
*Lucifer - the fallen Angel; the bearer of light
Dunkel - Ger. dark
Mann - Ger. man
