Chapter 5: Les Anges De Gardien
( The Guardian Angels)
Demona walked into the over-decorated foyer laughing with Mr. O'Henry over some imbicilic joke he'd made. The arm he had hitched around her waist moved lower, suggestivly. He suddenly stopped and ushered her firther into the house.
"Before we go upstairs, there are sompeople i'd like you to meet" He said.
Alarms went off in Demona's mind. "Oh must we really see them now? I want to be *alone* with you.." Her voice was low and seductive. He shivered.
"It will only take a moment."
'FUCK, he's taking me to the damned Godric's Spirits, who will smell this setup a mile a way.'
He pushed open massive doors which lead into a sort of library-sitting room. There were three people inside. One was a blond woman, probably about thirty, with a thin figure. She was tall, and looked naturally suspitious. There was also a man, tall, a bit muscular, with brown hair. Last, the one who looked like the leader. She had brown hair that curled in various places and intellegent-looking ginger-brown eyes. She was shorter then the other two and about Demon'a age. All three were wearing scarlet robes.
'*scarlet* robes...scarlet, Griffindor color...SHIT.' Demona smiled as the trio rose to greet her.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Finnigan, Mrs. Gallen, this is...eh...my friend...ms..." He looked to her for help.
"Debra. Pleased to meet you." Demona shook hands with all three. They eyed her suspitiously.
Only then did Demona notice right next to their left eye they each had a star tatoo. It was about half the size of a fingernail, and crimson, outlined in gold. 'It must be the Godric Mark'
"Well, Debbie and I are...old friends, so we'll be catching up for a while, see that we are not disturbed unless it is urgent." He advised.
He waited for the seal of approval. Two of the three nodded, but the brunett, Granger, still eyed Demona suspitiously. O' Henry seemed to think two out of three was fine, for he yanked her from the room. That Granger woman was definatly perceptive...and frightening.
He shut and locked the doors behind them, turning to eye her like a preditor.
'A half-bald, pot-bellied, middle-aged preditor' she reminded herself.
As he looked down, loosing his belt, she held her breath and said "Stupify!"
He slumped to the ground.
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Hermione shifted uneasily in her chair. Someting was off about that woman Debra. She knew it. Finnigan and Gallen had gone into a game of cards. It had been two weeks, and Hermione knew that an attempt on O' Henry's life would be made soon. Despite the chill of the evening Hermione felt sweat on her brow. Her breathing increased.
I'm paranoid, she thought. She excused herself to the bathroom. It was far from the commen room they had been lounging in. As she splashed water on her face, looking into the mirror over the sink, she was startled. Though she had been a Spirit of Godric for sometime, the shock of seeing that small crimson star near the corner of her eye never left her. A tatoo, an emblem of who she was. Suddenly it struck her - The girl had a tatoo right wear the dark mark should be, and not just any tatoo, a *snake* tatoo, a green one. Slytherin, Death Eater, oh Fates!
She scrambled out of the bathroom and ran to Michael O' Henry's personal rooms. She did not chance knocking. "Alohamora" She hissed at the lock. She threw herself against the doors, praying he was still alive.
She was greeted with the sight of O' Henry lying motionless on the floor, Debra leaning out the window.
"Drop your wand! Who are you?" She screamed.
The dark-haired woman spun around to face her, but only pointed her wand at Hermione. They stood like that for perhaps miniuts, neither daring to make a move; both knowing they were matched.
It could have gone on for hours like that it Hermione hadn't been caught off guard by somthing. A carpet was floating outside the window. In that instant, her eyes had wandered to it and she heard the word "Stupify" Shouted before her body went limp.
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Demona clucked her tounge in disappointment at the girl. Quickly, she loaded O 'Henry onto the carpet, and oh a whim, the Granger girl too. She would be worth a bit, she could sell her to a harem keeper, or perhaps give her to Voldermort as a gift.
"Mission nearly screwed" She hissed at Draco when she stepped off the carpet.
"I told you to be carful" He said. "What- is that?" He said pointing to the girl.
" A spirit who almost caught me. Thank the Fates she lost her concentration for a second, sh's stupified."
"We have to get out of here. They lock everything down at midnight." He said.
"So lets go" Said Zach.
"If only it were that simple" He mused.
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Later, they all sat around talking about a job well done. Only then did the discussion of O' Henry come in.
They had taken him to the Dark Lord, who had congradulated them on a job well-done. Now they were discussing the Spirit girl.
"I think it's only fair I get to keep her. I am the one who stupified her" Said Demona in a condecending voice.
"I think she's actually very beautiful" Said Draco to himself.
"Oh well, she belongs to me" Said Demona, relishing having somting Draco wanted.
"I'll give you 50 for her" He said.
"Done"
They traded the money and Draco took his new prize to the Harem. All the women dropped to their knees.
"Calipso, clean her up and tell her whear she is" He said, laying Hermione's still stupified form on a near-by divan.
"Yes Master Malfoy" She said.
Draco left, locking the doors, and returned to his guests. That amusment was for later. He loved breaking in the new ones. He never raped a woman in his life. Every single one in the Harem he had seduced, their first nights they had been willing, after hours of his attempts. and they all stayed, never trying to escape, because the world was a dangerous place for them and he treated them well. Just as he would treat the new one well. Tonight would be her seduction.
( The Guardian Angels)
Demona walked into the over-decorated foyer laughing with Mr. O'Henry over some imbicilic joke he'd made. The arm he had hitched around her waist moved lower, suggestivly. He suddenly stopped and ushered her firther into the house.
"Before we go upstairs, there are sompeople i'd like you to meet" He said.
Alarms went off in Demona's mind. "Oh must we really see them now? I want to be *alone* with you.." Her voice was low and seductive. He shivered.
"It will only take a moment."
'FUCK, he's taking me to the damned Godric's Spirits, who will smell this setup a mile a way.'
He pushed open massive doors which lead into a sort of library-sitting room. There were three people inside. One was a blond woman, probably about thirty, with a thin figure. She was tall, and looked naturally suspitious. There was also a man, tall, a bit muscular, with brown hair. Last, the one who looked like the leader. She had brown hair that curled in various places and intellegent-looking ginger-brown eyes. She was shorter then the other two and about Demon'a age. All three were wearing scarlet robes.
'*scarlet* robes...scarlet, Griffindor color...SHIT.' Demona smiled as the trio rose to greet her.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Finnigan, Mrs. Gallen, this is...eh...my friend...ms..." He looked to her for help.
"Debra. Pleased to meet you." Demona shook hands with all three. They eyed her suspitiously.
Only then did Demona notice right next to their left eye they each had a star tatoo. It was about half the size of a fingernail, and crimson, outlined in gold. 'It must be the Godric Mark'
"Well, Debbie and I are...old friends, so we'll be catching up for a while, see that we are not disturbed unless it is urgent." He advised.
He waited for the seal of approval. Two of the three nodded, but the brunett, Granger, still eyed Demona suspitiously. O' Henry seemed to think two out of three was fine, for he yanked her from the room. That Granger woman was definatly perceptive...and frightening.
He shut and locked the doors behind them, turning to eye her like a preditor.
'A half-bald, pot-bellied, middle-aged preditor' she reminded herself.
As he looked down, loosing his belt, she held her breath and said "Stupify!"
He slumped to the ground.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Hermione shifted uneasily in her chair. Someting was off about that woman Debra. She knew it. Finnigan and Gallen had gone into a game of cards. It had been two weeks, and Hermione knew that an attempt on O' Henry's life would be made soon. Despite the chill of the evening Hermione felt sweat on her brow. Her breathing increased.
I'm paranoid, she thought. She excused herself to the bathroom. It was far from the commen room they had been lounging in. As she splashed water on her face, looking into the mirror over the sink, she was startled. Though she had been a Spirit of Godric for sometime, the shock of seeing that small crimson star near the corner of her eye never left her. A tatoo, an emblem of who she was. Suddenly it struck her - The girl had a tatoo right wear the dark mark should be, and not just any tatoo, a *snake* tatoo, a green one. Slytherin, Death Eater, oh Fates!
She scrambled out of the bathroom and ran to Michael O' Henry's personal rooms. She did not chance knocking. "Alohamora" She hissed at the lock. She threw herself against the doors, praying he was still alive.
She was greeted with the sight of O' Henry lying motionless on the floor, Debra leaning out the window.
"Drop your wand! Who are you?" She screamed.
The dark-haired woman spun around to face her, but only pointed her wand at Hermione. They stood like that for perhaps miniuts, neither daring to make a move; both knowing they were matched.
It could have gone on for hours like that it Hermione hadn't been caught off guard by somthing. A carpet was floating outside the window. In that instant, her eyes had wandered to it and she heard the word "Stupify" Shouted before her body went limp.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Demona clucked her tounge in disappointment at the girl. Quickly, she loaded O 'Henry onto the carpet, and oh a whim, the Granger girl too. She would be worth a bit, she could sell her to a harem keeper, or perhaps give her to Voldermort as a gift.
"Mission nearly screwed" She hissed at Draco when she stepped off the carpet.
"I told you to be carful" He said. "What- is that?" He said pointing to the girl.
" A spirit who almost caught me. Thank the Fates she lost her concentration for a second, sh's stupified."
"We have to get out of here. They lock everything down at midnight." He said.
"So lets go" Said Zach.
"If only it were that simple" He mused.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Later, they all sat around talking about a job well done. Only then did the discussion of O' Henry come in.
They had taken him to the Dark Lord, who had congradulated them on a job well-done. Now they were discussing the Spirit girl.
"I think it's only fair I get to keep her. I am the one who stupified her" Said Demona in a condecending voice.
"I think she's actually very beautiful" Said Draco to himself.
"Oh well, she belongs to me" Said Demona, relishing having somting Draco wanted.
"I'll give you 50 for her" He said.
"Done"
They traded the money and Draco took his new prize to the Harem. All the women dropped to their knees.
"Calipso, clean her up and tell her whear she is" He said, laying Hermione's still stupified form on a near-by divan.
"Yes Master Malfoy" She said.
Draco left, locking the doors, and returned to his guests. That amusment was for later. He loved breaking in the new ones. He never raped a woman in his life. Every single one in the Harem he had seduced, their first nights they had been willing, after hours of his attempts. and they all stayed, never trying to escape, because the world was a dangerous place for them and he treated them well. Just as he would treat the new one well. Tonight would be her seduction.