Chapter 17
Dolere, Bellum, Mors, Facere, Ferre, and Ridere
Cate looked down at herself and cursed. A few other peasants looked around at her. "Damn you Meagan... Damn you... Oh well.. At least I know a nice little way to get back..."
"Lady, calm down, was the fall bad? That's no way for a lady to speak!"
"Shut-up, if you value your life...." Cate snapped at the old woman. The old woman didn't say another word. Cate shoved a cart out of the way and left them all in her dust...
* * *
Meagan coughed up blood. Voldemort looked her right in the eye and grinned. He was going to watch her die. But then, by a sudden impulse, he grabbed for his wand.
"You know, by killing yourself, it doesn't have an effect on the other heirs. I could let you die... and none of us would be harmed at all. Since I didn't kill you.... But I'm to keep you alive." He snapped his fingers and Meagan healed in an instant. "Now... Wait..."
Meagan lunged again with the knife... Then something happened. Meagan dropped to the floor, frozen, about an inch away from Voldemort. She flashed gold, and stood up, looking disgusted.
"How does she live like this?" She said.
"Cate dearest?"
"What?"
"You never told me you could possess bodies..."
"Yeah, yeah. All part of turning 17..."
She wriggled around a bit, getting used to it. The clothes were a little too tight for Meagan, but Cate didn't care. Meagan's mind was screaming.
"What have you done to me?" She yelled, but no sound came out. She had lost control of her body. All it was a voice in the back of Cate's mind.
"Easy. I have possession of you body. So I am you. And my body is well... Possessing yours... So.. What shall we do? Shall we go killing? Ahh... yes, sounds good to me!" Cate said, and all Meagan could do was talk to herself. Unlike the Imperius Curse, this couldn't be thrown.
* * *
Cate, well, actually Meagan/Cate appeared in a gloomy corridor in Hogwarts. What Cate wanted to do was get rid of the spying crystal.
"Oh damn, you can't make things appear. I'll have to do this the hard way... ACCIO!"
A few seconds later it came whizzing by, and Cate caught it. She destroyed it abruptly with her wand. She stomped off, now able to avoid people that knew she was really Cate, basically the people that had been watching her the whole time.
"But they can still see you.... They can see and hear me, can't they Meagan?"
"No." Meagan lied.
"Liar. I should punish you..." She sliced a thin line up Meagan's arm, and only Meagan felt the pain. "Now who to eliminate..."
"Why? Why do they have to-" Cate blocked Meagan's voice out. She couldn't hear her any longer.
"Ron!" came a voice around the corner. "Ronald Weasley!"
"Why hello Percy."
"Hello. Meagan isn't it?"
"Yes..."
"Is something wrong? You seem.."
Before he could say much more, Cate pinned him against the wall.
"Meagan, NOOO!!" He shrieked.
Cate left a trademark kill, but had used Meagan's body. Soon there were people coming to stare. Cate made Meagan take off, and immediately left her body. She was a mist sort of thing. She turned solid and grinned, not wearing the gas anymore, but her regular clothes she usually wore...
"Been a pleasure Meg. But, I gotta fly!"
* * *
"We're going to France." Voldemort informed Cate. " We have made an alliance with Mors Vox. You are to student his students. There are I believe two students and an adult you will teach. They are.. Interesting. I'm sure it will be better in France than it is here."
"I'm teaching them? Teaching what?"
"To kill. Besides, they aren't as sneaky as you, you just tell them what you do..."
"Oh, fun..." Cate sighed and went off to a room to take a nap.
Dolere Viruent sat at the window of a large castle, looking out to the horizon of freshly fallen snow. It was early November and there was already some snow. She sighed. Her life was getting boring. She was only 16, but yet she was pretty much alone in a castle with a few others and learning to be an evil overlord. But Mors Vox was old, and though he was wise in these areas, he still couldn't teach them all how exactly to do everything.
She sighed again and ran her fingers through her upper-back length blonde hair. Her misty blue eyes looked dull and bored, as she was bored. She was of average height, and was rather trim. What she really wanted was to meet the Dark Angel of Light, well known around the world by now. She was British, and that was all Dolere really knew. She must be brilliant too. She killed so many people already. That was Dolores's dream, to be known around teh world for evil. She grinned now. Well, someday she would meet her, and perhaps be friends.
It would be great. Dolere considered herself a smart person. Perhaps she could even *beat* the Dark Angel of Light at her own game, and earn respect. Well, she had a long time to think about that all. But a door opening and a voice broke into her thoughts...
"Dolere, Mors wants us both." said a young man with dark brown hair and eyes, and a nice physique. He was very good looking. It was Dolere's biggest secret that she loved him. He had no clue. He still thought of her as a little sister figure. He smiled, he knew something good was going to happen. His name was Bellum Pugnare. He was an American, but his genes were
definitely German and Italian.
"What is it this time Bellum?" Dolere asked, not exactly wanting to be bothered.
"He has a surprise for us. Come on Doll, now!"
So she followed him. He was 18 now. He was trying to be more of an adult. He led them to the dining hall in the small castle. Well, it really wasn't small, but in terms of castles, it was a small one. At the head of the table sat a man with glowing red eyes and white hair. He was rather frightening, but everyone in the room was used to him. His voice was a whisper, but they
could all hear him. Most of the people in the room were servants, or members of his league, which was like the Death Eaters in Britain. Dolere wasn't French, she was actually Swiss-American, but they had headquarters in France.
"Where's Facere?" Dolere asked.
"She's out. Bellum whispered back. " Burning something again, no doubt, but as she's the elder, Mors has probably told her already..."
"Yes. Probably."
"Bellum, Dolere, I have something planned for you both and Facere. As you all know, the Death Eaters in Britain are at their height again. Because of Lord Voldemort and the Dark Angel of Light."
"I thought she was independent." Dolere said.
"No, she's Voldemort's right hand. Very important."
"Oh, well, go on," She said again.
"They are coming to stay, and ally with us. That includes Cate Black, a.k.a. The Dark Angel of Light."
"Really?!" Dolere gaped. " She's staying with us? Oooh! Yay!"
"And that's not all. She will be teaching you. Teaching you to kill and get away with it. You will be good pupils as well. Show them all you are intelligent enough to keep up with her..."
"What's she look like?" Bellum asked. " She can't be ugly can she?"
"I don't know what she looks like. Her parents are Sirius and Elizabeth Black if that helps you out any. An attractive pair."
"Do you think she is spoken for?"
"I don't know Bellum, keep your hopes up.."
Typical... Thought Dolere rather angrily. All he can think about is what she looks like. Hasn't he ever looked at me before? HELLO? Oh well.. I can focus on other things....
So she sighed and sat down. She was finally going to meet her idol. But what if Bellum liked Cate. Well, she decided not to care any longer. Cate... She thought again. What a boring name. No wonder she prefers The Dark Angel of Light. If I were named Cate...
"Hello Facere." She said, spotting a woman with a torch and fire red-orange colored hair, and embroidered flames on her robes. She was clearly obsessed with fire. " Did you hear-"
"Yeah, Death Eaters and I'm being taught by a 17 year old girl... I'm 25! Damn!"
"Well, bye." Dolere said, leaving Facere Flagnare to play with fire by herself. It was dangerous to be around her when she had fire... So she sat in her room, alone and bored, and excited...
* * *
"Are we nearly there? Why can't we apparate?" Cate snapped.
"We're here. Just be patient." Voldy snapped, getting annoyed. " The castle there.
* * *
Dolere, Bellum, and Facere all waited standing straight in a row. Bellum had seemed to make himself look even better looking for this event. Facere seemed not to care and was wearing the usual tribute to fire. Dolere was wearing light blue that brought out her eyes but she still managed to look evil.
There was a swing of large doors and a creaking noise, and people came slowly walking in. Except for teh one in front, who waltzed in like she owned the place. She had flames on the ends of her dark brown hair, and Facere threw a look of jealously for not having thought of it first.
She was wearing some odd ensemble of showy red clothes. Bellum took notice of this. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, knowing he was right about thinking she was attractive.
Dolere could see she looked bored. Maybe she didn't want to teach people below her level. It would perhaps be boring for her...
"Welcome," said Mors Vox, kissing her hand.
"Yes. I thank you." She said, taking a seat at the table for a feast.
Quick to get a seat next to her was Bellum, who Cate threw a disgusted look at. She rolled her eyes and scooted away.
"I like your hair." Facere said blankly, she had been staring at her hair for several minutes now.
"So do I." Bellum added.
"Thank-you. I did it last night."
"You really are very pretty, are you spoken for?"
"Spoken for? Well, I'm not in a relationship, if that's what you mean... And no.. I'm not considering you. Is there a problem?"
"No... Sorry I bothered you..." Bellum said, sinking low in his chair.
There was a welcoming ball. Cate sat in her chair while Bellum smiled and walked over to her.
"Would you care to dance?"
"I don't dance."
"Are you sure, I can help you..."
"I never said I couldn't, I just don't."
"Oh, well, then may I sit by you?"
"Sure. Just don't bother me. I'm thinking."
For a few minutes they sat. Cate closed her eyes, and Bellum took the opportunity to watch her. He took a deep breath and stood up.
"Come with me. I want to show you something. It's a surprise." He extended a hand. " I know... You don't really like me, but can you just come? You sorta owe it to me.. For not dancing, please?"
"Fine." Cate said after considering it for a while. " I'll go with you."
They walked for a few minutes down a corridor where the music could be heard softly in the background. There were roses in a vase and the torches glowed softly.
"Now would you like to dance? No one can see us, and besides, it's a nice song."
Cate glared at him. She gave him an evil look, but opened her arms and he took her at the waist while she rested her hands on his shoulders.
"See? I'm not that bad after all..."
"Yeah sure."
"There's something special about you, I can't pick it out. You just seem so special. Ever have that feeling?"
"No."
"Suit yourself. But you know, just remember someone appreciates you..."
"When I need to remember that, I will. And by the way, thank-you I guess."
"Aww... Welcome."
So they danced for a few songs, and eventually, Cate smiled at Bellum, which was a rare event. She was going for him, he was so romantic towards her, and he was actually nice, he treated her like a person. She didn't seem to care if he had a weird name, but she knew she was starting to like him a bit.
"Well, next step... May I- kiss you?" He flinched waiting for a reaction. Cate looked him in the eyes and grinned.
"Make it good." She said.
So rather nervously, he leaned in and kissed her quick on the lips. She almost giggles, but he stopped himself. He was after all 18 now... But Cate gave him a disgusted look. He wondered if his breath tasted of garlic or something foul likes that....
"That wasn't a kiss!!! " She said, pinning him against the wall. He clonked his head and groaned. Cate paid no attention to this. She pressed her lips against his- hard. She even bit his lip for added effect. "Now that... Is what I call a kiss."
"You want me to bite you?" he teased, wiping some blood on his hand and choking slightly on the taste of his own blood.
"No... Just do a better job this time around."
"Alright, you asked for it..."
He made a sudden move and pinned her against the wall, which was stone. This kiss was better than his first one, but Cate still claimed she won...
"Well, who was keeping score?" He asked.
"Me." She said, flipping him on the ground this time and putting her knee in his chest.
"Well, you're more powerful than you look." He grinned, and she let her eyes flash. "But- I'm bigger than you are! Ha!" He flipped onto of her and pinned her down. She really was trapped and she couldn't move. He kissed her again. Cate sighed this time and kissed him softly.
"I win this round!" Bellum said.
"This doesn't count. I wasn't keeping score."
"Hey, there's a room... You know, to the left. We can stop scaring people out here... And go off in private..."
"Yes," Cate said, flipping and pinning him down again when he picked her up. "How sweet..."
* * *
Great... Dolere thought again. He's got her off someplace. She's with him, and he's a man now. Well, she can *definitely* have him now... Well, I suppose this air-headed blonde boy will be disappointed. He seems to like her quite a bit... He isn't bad looking either come to think of it...
"Have you seen Cate?" Draco asked.
"She's with Bellum Pugnare."
"Oh, another guy..." He sighed. "Well anyways, would you care to dance with me?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
***
Ferre Satis sniffled. She looked to her little sister, who was only three. Her twin brother Ridere was even sad, and he was always happy. But have someone was happy in this situation they had a problem.
It was cold and so Ferre pulled her cloak snugger around herself. Her reddish-brownish-copperish hair was shining and stood out with all the snow in the background. Her warm brown eyes were determined not to cry, but she couldn't take it. She was supposed to be the adult now. Ridere put an arm around her
"It'll be okay Ferre."
"Yes. I know. but how can we go on?"
"We can. We just can..."
This was opposite of Ridere. He was always laughing and making a joke of everything. He looked like his twin, but less serious. They were going to Britain tomorrow. To meet Professor Dumbledore. But how could they, with their parents dead? Ferre decided to make herself, force herself, to move on. She could do it.
"I want to kill her now. This Dark Angel of Light. Our family is dead! It's all her fault!" Ferre broke down.
"Yes, I know, but please calm down. We leave tomorrow. Come on, we had better leave..." Ridere said, and pulled his sisters out of the cemetery, the little baby asleep in Ferre's arms.
Ferre took a last glance at the freshly dug graves and didn't look back again... She was going to Hogwarts. She was going to have a new beginning. Her and her twin both.
Dolere, Bellum, Mors, Facere, Ferre, and Ridere
Cate looked down at herself and cursed. A few other peasants looked around at her. "Damn you Meagan... Damn you... Oh well.. At least I know a nice little way to get back..."
"Lady, calm down, was the fall bad? That's no way for a lady to speak!"
"Shut-up, if you value your life...." Cate snapped at the old woman. The old woman didn't say another word. Cate shoved a cart out of the way and left them all in her dust...
* * *
Meagan coughed up blood. Voldemort looked her right in the eye and grinned. He was going to watch her die. But then, by a sudden impulse, he grabbed for his wand.
"You know, by killing yourself, it doesn't have an effect on the other heirs. I could let you die... and none of us would be harmed at all. Since I didn't kill you.... But I'm to keep you alive." He snapped his fingers and Meagan healed in an instant. "Now... Wait..."
Meagan lunged again with the knife... Then something happened. Meagan dropped to the floor, frozen, about an inch away from Voldemort. She flashed gold, and stood up, looking disgusted.
"How does she live like this?" She said.
"Cate dearest?"
"What?"
"You never told me you could possess bodies..."
"Yeah, yeah. All part of turning 17..."
She wriggled around a bit, getting used to it. The clothes were a little too tight for Meagan, but Cate didn't care. Meagan's mind was screaming.
"What have you done to me?" She yelled, but no sound came out. She had lost control of her body. All it was a voice in the back of Cate's mind.
"Easy. I have possession of you body. So I am you. And my body is well... Possessing yours... So.. What shall we do? Shall we go killing? Ahh... yes, sounds good to me!" Cate said, and all Meagan could do was talk to herself. Unlike the Imperius Curse, this couldn't be thrown.
* * *
Cate, well, actually Meagan/Cate appeared in a gloomy corridor in Hogwarts. What Cate wanted to do was get rid of the spying crystal.
"Oh damn, you can't make things appear. I'll have to do this the hard way... ACCIO!"
A few seconds later it came whizzing by, and Cate caught it. She destroyed it abruptly with her wand. She stomped off, now able to avoid people that knew she was really Cate, basically the people that had been watching her the whole time.
"But they can still see you.... They can see and hear me, can't they Meagan?"
"No." Meagan lied.
"Liar. I should punish you..." She sliced a thin line up Meagan's arm, and only Meagan felt the pain. "Now who to eliminate..."
"Why? Why do they have to-" Cate blocked Meagan's voice out. She couldn't hear her any longer.
"Ron!" came a voice around the corner. "Ronald Weasley!"
"Why hello Percy."
"Hello. Meagan isn't it?"
"Yes..."
"Is something wrong? You seem.."
Before he could say much more, Cate pinned him against the wall.
"Meagan, NOOO!!" He shrieked.
Cate left a trademark kill, but had used Meagan's body. Soon there were people coming to stare. Cate made Meagan take off, and immediately left her body. She was a mist sort of thing. She turned solid and grinned, not wearing the gas anymore, but her regular clothes she usually wore...
"Been a pleasure Meg. But, I gotta fly!"
* * *
"We're going to France." Voldemort informed Cate. " We have made an alliance with Mors Vox. You are to student his students. There are I believe two students and an adult you will teach. They are.. Interesting. I'm sure it will be better in France than it is here."
"I'm teaching them? Teaching what?"
"To kill. Besides, they aren't as sneaky as you, you just tell them what you do..."
"Oh, fun..." Cate sighed and went off to a room to take a nap.
Dolere Viruent sat at the window of a large castle, looking out to the horizon of freshly fallen snow. It was early November and there was already some snow. She sighed. Her life was getting boring. She was only 16, but yet she was pretty much alone in a castle with a few others and learning to be an evil overlord. But Mors Vox was old, and though he was wise in these areas, he still couldn't teach them all how exactly to do everything.
She sighed again and ran her fingers through her upper-back length blonde hair. Her misty blue eyes looked dull and bored, as she was bored. She was of average height, and was rather trim. What she really wanted was to meet the Dark Angel of Light, well known around the world by now. She was British, and that was all Dolere really knew. She must be brilliant too. She killed so many people already. That was Dolores's dream, to be known around teh world for evil. She grinned now. Well, someday she would meet her, and perhaps be friends.
It would be great. Dolere considered herself a smart person. Perhaps she could even *beat* the Dark Angel of Light at her own game, and earn respect. Well, she had a long time to think about that all. But a door opening and a voice broke into her thoughts...
"Dolere, Mors wants us both." said a young man with dark brown hair and eyes, and a nice physique. He was very good looking. It was Dolere's biggest secret that she loved him. He had no clue. He still thought of her as a little sister figure. He smiled, he knew something good was going to happen. His name was Bellum Pugnare. He was an American, but his genes were
definitely German and Italian.
"What is it this time Bellum?" Dolere asked, not exactly wanting to be bothered.
"He has a surprise for us. Come on Doll, now!"
So she followed him. He was 18 now. He was trying to be more of an adult. He led them to the dining hall in the small castle. Well, it really wasn't small, but in terms of castles, it was a small one. At the head of the table sat a man with glowing red eyes and white hair. He was rather frightening, but everyone in the room was used to him. His voice was a whisper, but they
could all hear him. Most of the people in the room were servants, or members of his league, which was like the Death Eaters in Britain. Dolere wasn't French, she was actually Swiss-American, but they had headquarters in France.
"Where's Facere?" Dolere asked.
"She's out. Bellum whispered back. " Burning something again, no doubt, but as she's the elder, Mors has probably told her already..."
"Yes. Probably."
"Bellum, Dolere, I have something planned for you both and Facere. As you all know, the Death Eaters in Britain are at their height again. Because of Lord Voldemort and the Dark Angel of Light."
"I thought she was independent." Dolere said.
"No, she's Voldemort's right hand. Very important."
"Oh, well, go on," She said again.
"They are coming to stay, and ally with us. That includes Cate Black, a.k.a. The Dark Angel of Light."
"Really?!" Dolere gaped. " She's staying with us? Oooh! Yay!"
"And that's not all. She will be teaching you. Teaching you to kill and get away with it. You will be good pupils as well. Show them all you are intelligent enough to keep up with her..."
"What's she look like?" Bellum asked. " She can't be ugly can she?"
"I don't know what she looks like. Her parents are Sirius and Elizabeth Black if that helps you out any. An attractive pair."
"Do you think she is spoken for?"
"I don't know Bellum, keep your hopes up.."
Typical... Thought Dolere rather angrily. All he can think about is what she looks like. Hasn't he ever looked at me before? HELLO? Oh well.. I can focus on other things....
So she sighed and sat down. She was finally going to meet her idol. But what if Bellum liked Cate. Well, she decided not to care any longer. Cate... She thought again. What a boring name. No wonder she prefers The Dark Angel of Light. If I were named Cate...
"Hello Facere." She said, spotting a woman with a torch and fire red-orange colored hair, and embroidered flames on her robes. She was clearly obsessed with fire. " Did you hear-"
"Yeah, Death Eaters and I'm being taught by a 17 year old girl... I'm 25! Damn!"
"Well, bye." Dolere said, leaving Facere Flagnare to play with fire by herself. It was dangerous to be around her when she had fire... So she sat in her room, alone and bored, and excited...
* * *
"Are we nearly there? Why can't we apparate?" Cate snapped.
"We're here. Just be patient." Voldy snapped, getting annoyed. " The castle there.
* * *
Dolere, Bellum, and Facere all waited standing straight in a row. Bellum had seemed to make himself look even better looking for this event. Facere seemed not to care and was wearing the usual tribute to fire. Dolere was wearing light blue that brought out her eyes but she still managed to look evil.
There was a swing of large doors and a creaking noise, and people came slowly walking in. Except for teh one in front, who waltzed in like she owned the place. She had flames on the ends of her dark brown hair, and Facere threw a look of jealously for not having thought of it first.
She was wearing some odd ensemble of showy red clothes. Bellum took notice of this. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, knowing he was right about thinking she was attractive.
Dolere could see she looked bored. Maybe she didn't want to teach people below her level. It would perhaps be boring for her...
"Welcome," said Mors Vox, kissing her hand.
"Yes. I thank you." She said, taking a seat at the table for a feast.
Quick to get a seat next to her was Bellum, who Cate threw a disgusted look at. She rolled her eyes and scooted away.
"I like your hair." Facere said blankly, she had been staring at her hair for several minutes now.
"So do I." Bellum added.
"Thank-you. I did it last night."
"You really are very pretty, are you spoken for?"
"Spoken for? Well, I'm not in a relationship, if that's what you mean... And no.. I'm not considering you. Is there a problem?"
"No... Sorry I bothered you..." Bellum said, sinking low in his chair.
There was a welcoming ball. Cate sat in her chair while Bellum smiled and walked over to her.
"Would you care to dance?"
"I don't dance."
"Are you sure, I can help you..."
"I never said I couldn't, I just don't."
"Oh, well, then may I sit by you?"
"Sure. Just don't bother me. I'm thinking."
For a few minutes they sat. Cate closed her eyes, and Bellum took the opportunity to watch her. He took a deep breath and stood up.
"Come with me. I want to show you something. It's a surprise." He extended a hand. " I know... You don't really like me, but can you just come? You sorta owe it to me.. For not dancing, please?"
"Fine." Cate said after considering it for a while. " I'll go with you."
They walked for a few minutes down a corridor where the music could be heard softly in the background. There were roses in a vase and the torches glowed softly.
"Now would you like to dance? No one can see us, and besides, it's a nice song."
Cate glared at him. She gave him an evil look, but opened her arms and he took her at the waist while she rested her hands on his shoulders.
"See? I'm not that bad after all..."
"Yeah sure."
"There's something special about you, I can't pick it out. You just seem so special. Ever have that feeling?"
"No."
"Suit yourself. But you know, just remember someone appreciates you..."
"When I need to remember that, I will. And by the way, thank-you I guess."
"Aww... Welcome."
So they danced for a few songs, and eventually, Cate smiled at Bellum, which was a rare event. She was going for him, he was so romantic towards her, and he was actually nice, he treated her like a person. She didn't seem to care if he had a weird name, but she knew she was starting to like him a bit.
"Well, next step... May I- kiss you?" He flinched waiting for a reaction. Cate looked him in the eyes and grinned.
"Make it good." She said.
So rather nervously, he leaned in and kissed her quick on the lips. She almost giggles, but he stopped himself. He was after all 18 now... But Cate gave him a disgusted look. He wondered if his breath tasted of garlic or something foul likes that....
"That wasn't a kiss!!! " She said, pinning him against the wall. He clonked his head and groaned. Cate paid no attention to this. She pressed her lips against his- hard. She even bit his lip for added effect. "Now that... Is what I call a kiss."
"You want me to bite you?" he teased, wiping some blood on his hand and choking slightly on the taste of his own blood.
"No... Just do a better job this time around."
"Alright, you asked for it..."
He made a sudden move and pinned her against the wall, which was stone. This kiss was better than his first one, but Cate still claimed she won...
"Well, who was keeping score?" He asked.
"Me." She said, flipping him on the ground this time and putting her knee in his chest.
"Well, you're more powerful than you look." He grinned, and she let her eyes flash. "But- I'm bigger than you are! Ha!" He flipped onto of her and pinned her down. She really was trapped and she couldn't move. He kissed her again. Cate sighed this time and kissed him softly.
"I win this round!" Bellum said.
"This doesn't count. I wasn't keeping score."
"Hey, there's a room... You know, to the left. We can stop scaring people out here... And go off in private..."
"Yes," Cate said, flipping and pinning him down again when he picked her up. "How sweet..."
* * *
Great... Dolere thought again. He's got her off someplace. She's with him, and he's a man now. Well, she can *definitely* have him now... Well, I suppose this air-headed blonde boy will be disappointed. He seems to like her quite a bit... He isn't bad looking either come to think of it...
"Have you seen Cate?" Draco asked.
"She's with Bellum Pugnare."
"Oh, another guy..." He sighed. "Well anyways, would you care to dance with me?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
***
Ferre Satis sniffled. She looked to her little sister, who was only three. Her twin brother Ridere was even sad, and he was always happy. But have someone was happy in this situation they had a problem.
It was cold and so Ferre pulled her cloak snugger around herself. Her reddish-brownish-copperish hair was shining and stood out with all the snow in the background. Her warm brown eyes were determined not to cry, but she couldn't take it. She was supposed to be the adult now. Ridere put an arm around her
"It'll be okay Ferre."
"Yes. I know. but how can we go on?"
"We can. We just can..."
This was opposite of Ridere. He was always laughing and making a joke of everything. He looked like his twin, but less serious. They were going to Britain tomorrow. To meet Professor Dumbledore. But how could they, with their parents dead? Ferre decided to make herself, force herself, to move on. She could do it.
"I want to kill her now. This Dark Angel of Light. Our family is dead! It's all her fault!" Ferre broke down.
"Yes, I know, but please calm down. We leave tomorrow. Come on, we had better leave..." Ridere said, and pulled his sisters out of the cemetery, the little baby asleep in Ferre's arms.
Ferre took a last glance at the freshly dug graves and didn't look back again... She was going to Hogwarts. She was going to have a new beginning. Her and her twin both.