Harry Potter and the Heir of Light and Darkness - Chapter 5 - Invitations
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yadda, yadda, yadda. I own Kaori, Makoti, the servant, Darius and anyone else I decide to add later. Like Harry Potter would actually belong to me. Yeah right. They all belong to JK Rowling; everyone that isn't drunk and laid knows that. So anyways. I really need to get some sleep. *coughs loudly*. on with the story.
"Hello, Kaori," Makoti said as she whipped around, quick as a bullet. She breathed in rigidly, and took off the invisibility cloak that had swallowed her up. She stared at him; he had grown up since the last time she had seen him. He was no longer a gawky, somewhat geeky teenager as he had been; just as much as she was no longer a lovesick thirteen year old *child.* He was a work of perfection, with the face any artisan would wish to create. He was her first love ((A/N: Mi Primer Amor *Kevin Sabayo* I LOVE that song!); she didn't care what he looked like back then. He was sweet, and kind, and right then, that was all she cared about. She sighed at the sight of him; they would never be together. Especially now since he had crossed over.
"Hello, Makoti," she said coldly at him. She would not let her emotions come out. Emotions were for weaklings. Not for the strong. Not for her. "I trust you've been well."
"I always am," she said in a tone that matched her coldness.
"Hmm. I guess you are," she replied gravely. She moved over to Makoti, unwilling to get too close, but still wanting to be near him. "So, traitor, what do you want with my life now?" she asked him. He looked down at his feet and a small sliver of a smile graced his face. It disappeared as quickly as it had came, however, and his eyes met hers with cold determination.
"So now I'm the traitor, huh?" Makoti asked, boredom apparent as he spoke. "I always though that going to the side that would ultimately win wouldn't be considered betrayal. You could be a great asset to our side, you know," he said as he paced around her, encircling her, taunting her. Her anger flared, as she fought to control it. Minus one for the hot guy from her past.
"You always will be, Makoti. And don't think we all don't know it-" she was cut off be his hand brushing across her face. She flinched, unaware of what to do in a situation as such. His hand moved to her chin, and he grasped it, holding on gently.
"Kaori, you have no idea what you're in for, do you?" Makoti's voice seemed the only thing in the world now, as she looked into those eyes that were so fiercely looking at her. She swallowed hard, unable to speak, unable to breathe; his mental hold on her was steadfast. He bent down closer to her, and whispered into her ear. "Sorry to break it to you, but it has really just begun." With that, he released her from him, and strode away from her without a word. Kaori watched him go, her heart wrenching out of her mind; she felt like her whole world was spinning out of control.
"Makoti," she whispered to no one but herself. She turned around to leave, grabbing the invisibility cloak as she left.
After she was gone, Severus Snape stepped out of the shadows.
****
Owls weaved elegantly through the massive entrance hall, their owners eagerly awaiting their arrival. Harry wasn't really expecting an owl today; who was going to write to him? Besides Hagrid and Sirus, there really weren't any outside sources that might want to come in contact with him. Therefore, he was quite pleasantly surprised when an exquisite owl with smooth, silk like rust coloured feathers flew up to him in a friendly nature.
"Hi, friend. Do you have anything for me?" Harry asked the owl gently. The owl hooted appreciatively, and held up its leg for Harry to take the piece of tattered parchment that was attached to its leg. He carefully untied the letter, stroked the bird, and patted it to go off.
"Hey, Harry, who's it from?" Ron asked him inquisitively as he leaned across Hermione to see the letter, causing Hermione's glass of milk to spill all over the table.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked at him. "Can't you just SIT STILL!" Her voice echoed through the vast structure, causing a slight earthquake, in Harry's opinion. "Cleanocio mikasa!" Immediately, the milk was gone, replaced with a fresh glass.
"Sorry, sweetums, just want to see what Harry's got," he said, putting an arm around Hermione in a rather *ah-hem* provocative manner. Hermione turned beet-red, while Harry sighed. He focused his attention on the letter, however, and ripped open the seal of the letter. Harry opened the folded parchment, and stared down at an unfamiliar, but very elegant handwriting.
"Dear Mr. Potter," he read out loud. Abruptly, Kaori came bounding in, sitting next to Harry in a grumpy manner. She grabbed a slice of ham from a plate, and started eating with a vengeance. "Nice to see you up bright and early," Harry said unenthusiastically. She grunted in response.
"Why do they have to make lessons at such ungodly hours? Are they trying to make us fall asleep in class? Do they *want* us to suffer from lack of sleep?" she said, exasperated. "I mean, they just do this to spite us, don't they?" she exclaimed.
"Most likely," Ron sighed in agreement. Hermione slapped him playfully across the face, and squeezed his chin between her thumb and index finger.
"Now, Ronny-kins, don't think like that. Maybe if you had been sleeping instead of doing god knows what, you wouldn't be so tired," she said grinning.
"Speak for yourself, Granger. You were up all last night telling me of all your little exploits with Vol- *You-know-who.* And don't you deny it; it was at least three before you finished. I honestly didn't know you could go that long without breathing. It's an amazing talent, what you've got there. May be some use to Ron in the future," Kaori said, winking.
"And how late were you up after that, Ms. Knight? I heard you rustling through your trunks in the dead of night right after you thought I was asleep," Hermione retorted. Kaori visibly froze up; her shoulders tensed; her eyes moved quickly to the floor.
"Guys, please, let's get back onto the subject of this letter," Harry whispered. Ron and Hermione hushed down, and Kaori asked, "What letter?"
"The letter from the unknown mystery person," Ron said teasingly. "Now let's get on and read it!" Harry returned his gaze to the words embedded into the paper, and started to read.
"Dear Mr. Potter,
Although I have never met you before, I have heard a great deal about your exploits in the past few years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It has come to my attention that you have been quite an asset to the school, and not just because of the Tri-Wizard tournament that took place in your prior year. I wish give you something that will help you in your adventures. And take note, my gift is nothing trivial. Many wizards have died trying to find the gift I am planning to give you.
I will meet you tonight, at midnight, in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor. Take the main staircase to the portrait of the founding fathers of the school. Turn to Salazar Slytherin and tell him to open up in Parseltongue. Another staircase will appear, leading to the corridor. I will be there, waiting. Bring your invisibility clock, and come alone. Tell no one of this. I trust you will heed my invitation wisely. If you so not come, grave things will happen, Harry Potter. Grave things indeed. I trust I will see you tonight.
Until then,
GG."
"Harry, you can't go," were the first words out of Hermione's mouth. "If anyone catches you-"
"Harry," Ron whined. "I wanna go too!"
Harry eyed both of them warily, while Hermione shot looks at Ron. "Listen, the person who wrote this letter obviously knows a lot about me and the school, and I think it's worth checking out. What's the harm in it, anyway?" This time, all of them looked at him, dumbfounded.
"What's the harm in it?" Ron said furiously. "Well, let's think, Potter. You are only the most sought after man by dark witches and wizards, let alone You-Know-Who, you were kidnapped by dark forces last year, and guess what? You-Know Who is back and kicking! Now you want to know what the harm in it is?" Harry just looked straight ahead, a determined look on his face.
"I'm going."
****
The remainder of the day passed somewhat uneventfully, but then, of course, Harry still had Potions to look forward to. Harry climbed down the stairs to the dungeons, Ron and Hermione on his side. "Do you think Kay will be late?" Ron asked as they trudged reluctantly down the stairs.
"Do you even have to ask that, Ron?" Harry replied jokingly, as they made their way through the winding staircase.
"I, for one, think that we should have at least waited for her to pick her things up off the floor. I mean, she'll have no way of getting to Potions! And you know Snape will have her head if she doesn't show up on time," Hermione said in her usual opinionated manner.
"And Gryffindor's," Harry added as they reached the base of the stairs, and made their way to the potions room.
****
Draco watched grimly as Kaori Knight bent down to pick up her things. His plan to get her to alone had worked perfectly. *Here's when things get interesting* he thought to himself as he strode up to her and knelt down besides her. "Need a hand?" he offered as he picked up a book for her. "An Intermediate guide to Transfiguration, huh? How interesting," he said as she snatched the book away from him.
"Thank you very much, but I don't need your help," she replied snidely. "Especially not from a filthy Slytherin like yourself," she added. *Well, this is odd. You would think that he was actually being nice. Strange.*
"I'm not all that filthy. I shower every day, unlike some of your Gryffindor buddies." Malfoy retorted.
*OK, I take that back. He is not being nice. Self, remind yourself to kick yourself for even thinking that Draco Malfoy could even have a possible nice factor.*
"Well, if you're so clean, how come every time I pass you, I have to double back and wonder, 'What is that smell?'" she said harshly.
"Maybe it's just that Potty you're smelling. That, or Peeves is somewhere around," he said, a smile starting to tug at the corners of his mouth. Kaori eyed him over; he wasn't a bad looking kid, not her type of course though. The whole thing with the silver hair tended to turn a person off. Plus, the fact that he did look kind of like a snake. His stature was firm and collected, confident to say the least. She looked up at his eyes, and met them. He was smiling at her warmly, unlike she had seen him looking at anyone before. Not that she'd known him all that long, but it was still the first time she had seen him smile like that. His eyes were like endless oceans that seemed to swallow her up. ((A/N: Baby I can't help it, keep me drowning in your love *BSB - Drowning* That's 4 u, Thitima)) Suddenly, she snapped out of it as she heard Filch, talking to Mrs. Norris, coming towards them, only a turn of the corridor away.
"My pet, I think we will catch some students skipping class today," Filch said lovingly to his cat, who purred appreciatively back at her master.
"Come on," she said to Malfoy as she grabbed the remainders of her things and ran in the opposite direction of Filch. Malfoy followed her quickly, and soon, they were in safe distance of the Hogwarts groundskeeper, and breathing heavily.
"Well, that was a close call," Malfoy, said wheezing slightly. He put a hand on her shoulder to lean up against. She flinched slightly, but went along with him. Malfoy glanced down at his watch and groaned. "Oh, bloody hell, we're late for potions! Come on!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her arm and tugged her down the corridor.
****
"Potter!" Harry's head snapped up as the potions master leaned down towards him menacingly. Harry backed away slightly, his every atom wanting to hurl himself at Snape and beat him into the dust of the earth. Snape glared at him, and proceeded to speak. "What do you get if you mix two teaspoons of Chizpurfle skin with a pinch of centaur hair?" Harry almost rolled his eyes, but restrained himself.
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied. "You hadn't taught us that yet," he said coolly. Snape glared furiously at Harry, while eyeing the rest of the class. "Can anyone with even a bit of brain power tell me the answer to that?" Automatically, Hermione's hand shot up like a bullet; Snape, however, just ignored her.
"Weasley," Snape said snidely. "Do you know the answer to that question? Or are you just as brainless as bonehead Potter over there," he said, pointing to Harry. Harry felt his face turn red, as Ron answered.
"You get a potion that will make any type of plant increase the rate of growth," Ron said, looking up at Snape expectantly. Snape pulled back, flustered, amid exchanged looks from Slytherin and Gryffindor both.
"Well, erm, Weasley. Thank you for that display of sheer luck," Snape said, obviously shocked. "Well, the reason I asked that question is because we are going to start Lithuanian potions this semester. They use a great amount of Chizpurfle skin and centaur hair, so pay close attention, please," Snape said, still startled from Ron's correct answer. "Yes, well-"
Abruptly, footsteps could be heard pounding against the cold, hard floor of the corridor outside the potion's room. Draco and Kaori entered at the same time, together, panting. "Sorry we're late professor," Draco breathed
as he gambled towards the Slytherin side of the room.
"Yes, professor. We got held up by Peeves," Kaori lied. Snape eyed her warily, his eyes bulging out of his head as he looked at her. His body froze in shock; he hadn't been able to get a good look at her before, but now that he had, the resemblance between the two was startling. He had seen the pictures of the girl in books of the most ancient origins, books that had written of plagues and prophecies, but also of hope. And what scared him most was the girl she resembled. If he didn't know better, he could've said that she was a splitting image of the heir of light and darkness. In the book of revelations. Lord Voldemort had shown it to him once, back in the old days. He had told him that everything we needed was in that book. His eyes stayed locked on her as she took her seat in between Hermione and Harry, who looked apprehensively at Snape.
"Yes, very well. Try to be on time next time," Snape said with the remnants of shock still gracing his voice. He turned to look at the rest of them; they were all staring at him in surprise. The Slytherins had a mingled look of astonishment and fury on their faces; the Gryffindors were staring at Snape with a blank look on all their faces, too shocked to react. Draco Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance. He turned to his bag, and pulled out his potions book. Kaori did the same, and they exchanged secretive glances over their little adventure in the corridors. This time, all of them turned to look at the two as they smiled wildly to themselves. *Well, well, well. This is interesting. I wonder what's going on between those two. Interesting indeed.* Snape's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, steady burning in his arm. "Not now," he wheezed as he clutched his arm in pain. The student's gazes focused on him now, as he keeled over and his knees hit the ground with a sickening thud. Snape began to scream, clutching his arm more wildly now, hanging on for all it was worth. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat petrified, as Severus Snape was knocked unconscious by an invisible force. The entire classroom was in disarray now, and students were rushing around Snape.
"Move," a sharp, clear voice came from behind the crowd. The voice commanded respect, and the classmates turned around to see Kaori walking briskly from her seat. "Get out of the way now. He needs medical attention." The students were reluctant to move for her. "I said move!" she shouted, her voice crushing what little reluctance the pupils had left. They parted a pathway for her, and she muttered under her breath, "Hebilicorpus." Snape rose into the air at her command, and followed her as she left the dungeons. "Get Dumbledore," she said, still in commando mode, as she broke off into a brisk run. The students watched her leave, dumbfounded.
"Well," Ron said to Harry. "I didn't know she could do that." Hermione grabbed both Ron and Harry and together, the three ran into the halls to get Headmaster Dumbledore. The rest of the students stood still in the Potions room, unsure of what to do.
Finally, Draco broke the silence. "Everyone, go to your common rooms," he told them coldly. He walked out of the room, pondering why, at the exact time as Snape, Kaori had had a look of such raw, pure pain and terror on her face.
((A/N: Chapter 5 is done. Yay. Ok, I'm not acting enthusiactic. Why, may you ask? I really have no idea. LET'S PARTY!!!!! I'M DONE WITH CHAPTER 5!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!! Ok, I'm done now. I know it's not all that long, but what the hell. It doesn't really matter too much, does it? Considering it took me this long, I know I shouldv'e had it out a while ago, but school has been bugging me for a while. I'm not doing well in Spanish, so I was forced to work *extra* hard these past few weeks. Ewwwww. OH well. Hopefully, I'll have Chapter 6 up soon. Please R&R!))
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yadda, yadda, yadda. I own Kaori, Makoti, the servant, Darius and anyone else I decide to add later. Like Harry Potter would actually belong to me. Yeah right. They all belong to JK Rowling; everyone that isn't drunk and laid knows that. So anyways. I really need to get some sleep. *coughs loudly*. on with the story.
"Hello, Kaori," Makoti said as she whipped around, quick as a bullet. She breathed in rigidly, and took off the invisibility cloak that had swallowed her up. She stared at him; he had grown up since the last time she had seen him. He was no longer a gawky, somewhat geeky teenager as he had been; just as much as she was no longer a lovesick thirteen year old *child.* He was a work of perfection, with the face any artisan would wish to create. He was her first love ((A/N: Mi Primer Amor *Kevin Sabayo* I LOVE that song!); she didn't care what he looked like back then. He was sweet, and kind, and right then, that was all she cared about. She sighed at the sight of him; they would never be together. Especially now since he had crossed over.
"Hello, Makoti," she said coldly at him. She would not let her emotions come out. Emotions were for weaklings. Not for the strong. Not for her. "I trust you've been well."
"I always am," she said in a tone that matched her coldness.
"Hmm. I guess you are," she replied gravely. She moved over to Makoti, unwilling to get too close, but still wanting to be near him. "So, traitor, what do you want with my life now?" she asked him. He looked down at his feet and a small sliver of a smile graced his face. It disappeared as quickly as it had came, however, and his eyes met hers with cold determination.
"So now I'm the traitor, huh?" Makoti asked, boredom apparent as he spoke. "I always though that going to the side that would ultimately win wouldn't be considered betrayal. You could be a great asset to our side, you know," he said as he paced around her, encircling her, taunting her. Her anger flared, as she fought to control it. Minus one for the hot guy from her past.
"You always will be, Makoti. And don't think we all don't know it-" she was cut off be his hand brushing across her face. She flinched, unaware of what to do in a situation as such. His hand moved to her chin, and he grasped it, holding on gently.
"Kaori, you have no idea what you're in for, do you?" Makoti's voice seemed the only thing in the world now, as she looked into those eyes that were so fiercely looking at her. She swallowed hard, unable to speak, unable to breathe; his mental hold on her was steadfast. He bent down closer to her, and whispered into her ear. "Sorry to break it to you, but it has really just begun." With that, he released her from him, and strode away from her without a word. Kaori watched him go, her heart wrenching out of her mind; she felt like her whole world was spinning out of control.
"Makoti," she whispered to no one but herself. She turned around to leave, grabbing the invisibility cloak as she left.
After she was gone, Severus Snape stepped out of the shadows.
****
Owls weaved elegantly through the massive entrance hall, their owners eagerly awaiting their arrival. Harry wasn't really expecting an owl today; who was going to write to him? Besides Hagrid and Sirus, there really weren't any outside sources that might want to come in contact with him. Therefore, he was quite pleasantly surprised when an exquisite owl with smooth, silk like rust coloured feathers flew up to him in a friendly nature.
"Hi, friend. Do you have anything for me?" Harry asked the owl gently. The owl hooted appreciatively, and held up its leg for Harry to take the piece of tattered parchment that was attached to its leg. He carefully untied the letter, stroked the bird, and patted it to go off.
"Hey, Harry, who's it from?" Ron asked him inquisitively as he leaned across Hermione to see the letter, causing Hermione's glass of milk to spill all over the table.
"Ron!" Hermione shrieked at him. "Can't you just SIT STILL!" Her voice echoed through the vast structure, causing a slight earthquake, in Harry's opinion. "Cleanocio mikasa!" Immediately, the milk was gone, replaced with a fresh glass.
"Sorry, sweetums, just want to see what Harry's got," he said, putting an arm around Hermione in a rather *ah-hem* provocative manner. Hermione turned beet-red, while Harry sighed. He focused his attention on the letter, however, and ripped open the seal of the letter. Harry opened the folded parchment, and stared down at an unfamiliar, but very elegant handwriting.
"Dear Mr. Potter," he read out loud. Abruptly, Kaori came bounding in, sitting next to Harry in a grumpy manner. She grabbed a slice of ham from a plate, and started eating with a vengeance. "Nice to see you up bright and early," Harry said unenthusiastically. She grunted in response.
"Why do they have to make lessons at such ungodly hours? Are they trying to make us fall asleep in class? Do they *want* us to suffer from lack of sleep?" she said, exasperated. "I mean, they just do this to spite us, don't they?" she exclaimed.
"Most likely," Ron sighed in agreement. Hermione slapped him playfully across the face, and squeezed his chin between her thumb and index finger.
"Now, Ronny-kins, don't think like that. Maybe if you had been sleeping instead of doing god knows what, you wouldn't be so tired," she said grinning.
"Speak for yourself, Granger. You were up all last night telling me of all your little exploits with Vol- *You-know-who.* And don't you deny it; it was at least three before you finished. I honestly didn't know you could go that long without breathing. It's an amazing talent, what you've got there. May be some use to Ron in the future," Kaori said, winking.
"And how late were you up after that, Ms. Knight? I heard you rustling through your trunks in the dead of night right after you thought I was asleep," Hermione retorted. Kaori visibly froze up; her shoulders tensed; her eyes moved quickly to the floor.
"Guys, please, let's get back onto the subject of this letter," Harry whispered. Ron and Hermione hushed down, and Kaori asked, "What letter?"
"The letter from the unknown mystery person," Ron said teasingly. "Now let's get on and read it!" Harry returned his gaze to the words embedded into the paper, and started to read.
"Dear Mr. Potter,
Although I have never met you before, I have heard a great deal about your exploits in the past few years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It has come to my attention that you have been quite an asset to the school, and not just because of the Tri-Wizard tournament that took place in your prior year. I wish give you something that will help you in your adventures. And take note, my gift is nothing trivial. Many wizards have died trying to find the gift I am planning to give you.
I will meet you tonight, at midnight, in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor. Take the main staircase to the portrait of the founding fathers of the school. Turn to Salazar Slytherin and tell him to open up in Parseltongue. Another staircase will appear, leading to the corridor. I will be there, waiting. Bring your invisibility clock, and come alone. Tell no one of this. I trust you will heed my invitation wisely. If you so not come, grave things will happen, Harry Potter. Grave things indeed. I trust I will see you tonight.
Until then,
GG."
"Harry, you can't go," were the first words out of Hermione's mouth. "If anyone catches you-"
"Harry," Ron whined. "I wanna go too!"
Harry eyed both of them warily, while Hermione shot looks at Ron. "Listen, the person who wrote this letter obviously knows a lot about me and the school, and I think it's worth checking out. What's the harm in it, anyway?" This time, all of them looked at him, dumbfounded.
"What's the harm in it?" Ron said furiously. "Well, let's think, Potter. You are only the most sought after man by dark witches and wizards, let alone You-Know-Who, you were kidnapped by dark forces last year, and guess what? You-Know Who is back and kicking! Now you want to know what the harm in it is?" Harry just looked straight ahead, a determined look on his face.
"I'm going."
****
The remainder of the day passed somewhat uneventfully, but then, of course, Harry still had Potions to look forward to. Harry climbed down the stairs to the dungeons, Ron and Hermione on his side. "Do you think Kay will be late?" Ron asked as they trudged reluctantly down the stairs.
"Do you even have to ask that, Ron?" Harry replied jokingly, as they made their way through the winding staircase.
"I, for one, think that we should have at least waited for her to pick her things up off the floor. I mean, she'll have no way of getting to Potions! And you know Snape will have her head if she doesn't show up on time," Hermione said in her usual opinionated manner.
"And Gryffindor's," Harry added as they reached the base of the stairs, and made their way to the potions room.
****
Draco watched grimly as Kaori Knight bent down to pick up her things. His plan to get her to alone had worked perfectly. *Here's when things get interesting* he thought to himself as he strode up to her and knelt down besides her. "Need a hand?" he offered as he picked up a book for her. "An Intermediate guide to Transfiguration, huh? How interesting," he said as she snatched the book away from him.
"Thank you very much, but I don't need your help," she replied snidely. "Especially not from a filthy Slytherin like yourself," she added. *Well, this is odd. You would think that he was actually being nice. Strange.*
"I'm not all that filthy. I shower every day, unlike some of your Gryffindor buddies." Malfoy retorted.
*OK, I take that back. He is not being nice. Self, remind yourself to kick yourself for even thinking that Draco Malfoy could even have a possible nice factor.*
"Well, if you're so clean, how come every time I pass you, I have to double back and wonder, 'What is that smell?'" she said harshly.
"Maybe it's just that Potty you're smelling. That, or Peeves is somewhere around," he said, a smile starting to tug at the corners of his mouth. Kaori eyed him over; he wasn't a bad looking kid, not her type of course though. The whole thing with the silver hair tended to turn a person off. Plus, the fact that he did look kind of like a snake. His stature was firm and collected, confident to say the least. She looked up at his eyes, and met them. He was smiling at her warmly, unlike she had seen him looking at anyone before. Not that she'd known him all that long, but it was still the first time she had seen him smile like that. His eyes were like endless oceans that seemed to swallow her up. ((A/N: Baby I can't help it, keep me drowning in your love *BSB - Drowning* That's 4 u, Thitima)) Suddenly, she snapped out of it as she heard Filch, talking to Mrs. Norris, coming towards them, only a turn of the corridor away.
"My pet, I think we will catch some students skipping class today," Filch said lovingly to his cat, who purred appreciatively back at her master.
"Come on," she said to Malfoy as she grabbed the remainders of her things and ran in the opposite direction of Filch. Malfoy followed her quickly, and soon, they were in safe distance of the Hogwarts groundskeeper, and breathing heavily.
"Well, that was a close call," Malfoy, said wheezing slightly. He put a hand on her shoulder to lean up against. She flinched slightly, but went along with him. Malfoy glanced down at his watch and groaned. "Oh, bloody hell, we're late for potions! Come on!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her arm and tugged her down the corridor.
****
"Potter!" Harry's head snapped up as the potions master leaned down towards him menacingly. Harry backed away slightly, his every atom wanting to hurl himself at Snape and beat him into the dust of the earth. Snape glared at him, and proceeded to speak. "What do you get if you mix two teaspoons of Chizpurfle skin with a pinch of centaur hair?" Harry almost rolled his eyes, but restrained himself.
"I don't know, sir," Harry replied. "You hadn't taught us that yet," he said coolly. Snape glared furiously at Harry, while eyeing the rest of the class. "Can anyone with even a bit of brain power tell me the answer to that?" Automatically, Hermione's hand shot up like a bullet; Snape, however, just ignored her.
"Weasley," Snape said snidely. "Do you know the answer to that question? Or are you just as brainless as bonehead Potter over there," he said, pointing to Harry. Harry felt his face turn red, as Ron answered.
"You get a potion that will make any type of plant increase the rate of growth," Ron said, looking up at Snape expectantly. Snape pulled back, flustered, amid exchanged looks from Slytherin and Gryffindor both.
"Well, erm, Weasley. Thank you for that display of sheer luck," Snape said, obviously shocked. "Well, the reason I asked that question is because we are going to start Lithuanian potions this semester. They use a great amount of Chizpurfle skin and centaur hair, so pay close attention, please," Snape said, still startled from Ron's correct answer. "Yes, well-"
Abruptly, footsteps could be heard pounding against the cold, hard floor of the corridor outside the potion's room. Draco and Kaori entered at the same time, together, panting. "Sorry we're late professor," Draco breathed
as he gambled towards the Slytherin side of the room.
"Yes, professor. We got held up by Peeves," Kaori lied. Snape eyed her warily, his eyes bulging out of his head as he looked at her. His body froze in shock; he hadn't been able to get a good look at her before, but now that he had, the resemblance between the two was startling. He had seen the pictures of the girl in books of the most ancient origins, books that had written of plagues and prophecies, but also of hope. And what scared him most was the girl she resembled. If he didn't know better, he could've said that she was a splitting image of the heir of light and darkness. In the book of revelations. Lord Voldemort had shown it to him once, back in the old days. He had told him that everything we needed was in that book. His eyes stayed locked on her as she took her seat in between Hermione and Harry, who looked apprehensively at Snape.
"Yes, very well. Try to be on time next time," Snape said with the remnants of shock still gracing his voice. He turned to look at the rest of them; they were all staring at him in surprise. The Slytherins had a mingled look of astonishment and fury on their faces; the Gryffindors were staring at Snape with a blank look on all their faces, too shocked to react. Draco Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance. He turned to his bag, and pulled out his potions book. Kaori did the same, and they exchanged secretive glances over their little adventure in the corridors. This time, all of them turned to look at the two as they smiled wildly to themselves. *Well, well, well. This is interesting. I wonder what's going on between those two. Interesting indeed.* Snape's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, steady burning in his arm. "Not now," he wheezed as he clutched his arm in pain. The student's gazes focused on him now, as he keeled over and his knees hit the ground with a sickening thud. Snape began to scream, clutching his arm more wildly now, hanging on for all it was worth. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat petrified, as Severus Snape was knocked unconscious by an invisible force. The entire classroom was in disarray now, and students were rushing around Snape.
"Move," a sharp, clear voice came from behind the crowd. The voice commanded respect, and the classmates turned around to see Kaori walking briskly from her seat. "Get out of the way now. He needs medical attention." The students were reluctant to move for her. "I said move!" she shouted, her voice crushing what little reluctance the pupils had left. They parted a pathway for her, and she muttered under her breath, "Hebilicorpus." Snape rose into the air at her command, and followed her as she left the dungeons. "Get Dumbledore," she said, still in commando mode, as she broke off into a brisk run. The students watched her leave, dumbfounded.
"Well," Ron said to Harry. "I didn't know she could do that." Hermione grabbed both Ron and Harry and together, the three ran into the halls to get Headmaster Dumbledore. The rest of the students stood still in the Potions room, unsure of what to do.
Finally, Draco broke the silence. "Everyone, go to your common rooms," he told them coldly. He walked out of the room, pondering why, at the exact time as Snape, Kaori had had a look of such raw, pure pain and terror on her face.
((A/N: Chapter 5 is done. Yay. Ok, I'm not acting enthusiactic. Why, may you ask? I really have no idea. LET'S PARTY!!!!! I'M DONE WITH CHAPTER 5!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!! Ok, I'm done now. I know it's not all that long, but what the hell. It doesn't really matter too much, does it? Considering it took me this long, I know I shouldv'e had it out a while ago, but school has been bugging me for a while. I'm not doing well in Spanish, so I was forced to work *extra* hard these past few weeks. Ewwwww. OH well. Hopefully, I'll have Chapter 6 up soon. Please R&R!))
Kaori Knight
PS. This is the revised version. OK, I'm revising practically every chapter in this thing, but it makes it better. So u know the rest, R&R, please!!!! For Christ's sake, give me feedback, even flames!!!! AS long as I know you're reading it!
