Disclaimer: Now here's the story from A-Z, Ms. Rowling wrote the original,
but the fanfic belongs to me.
VIII: Convergent Evolution
Lucius Malfoy tapped his foot harshly on the stone floor of Hogwarts. His shoes were pointed a little bit, and they hurt quite a lot. This was no matter. Narcissa had picked them, and so they were in his opinion, ugly, frolicsome, childish shoes.
Belynn Morose should arrive any minute, and he would take her home and destroy her. She had denied him, broken her contract, and destroyed her allegiances. She was nothing more than Harry Potter, an ever more filthy, because she did not have his blood on her slim, beautiful hands.
He did the calling chant, o-me-ay o-me-ay ahnactet sandobtet ahnactet Belynn. She should be in his arms now, or at his feet begging to do whatever her pleased. But she was not. She was nowhere.
Of course, upstairs, in Harry's bedroom was where she was. She had absolutely no idea that she was being called. In fact, she hadn't been called for forty-eight hours and this worried her. Usually Matthias or Lucius felt a need to call her services every hour or so. But she welcomed the break. Since she and Harry had told each other the truth, she had felt more in love with him than she ever had. Love was a feeling, and in feeling it, she felt alive. She felt like a human.
Between them lay the Orb. Hermione and Caspian were also curled up on the large bed, and Ron, Mimi and Lavendar had scored seats amongst piles of carpeting. It was a rather cozy room in fun colors that Harry had asked Bea to design. It was cheerful.
The Orb glowed a color like fire and ice together, so black even the night hid from it, so brilliant even the sun felt threatened.
"What is it?" Asked Mimi, tossing a shiny black streak of hair behind narrow shoulders, which were quite muscular.
"She cannot tell you, or she will die. But I can. It is—" Caspian started.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if my sister were to break orders and tell you about the fabled Orb, she would self destruct to protect it. It is why she exists."
"But she's real!" Exclaimed Harry, arms tight against her.
"Maybe. But we can't ever be sure until the spell burns in a cauldron. Even if she's fake, she's better alive than sizzling in a cauldron."
"Fine. Explain away." Hermione's tone was determined and loaded with acid focus.
"It was created to turn anyone good into evil. It traps the spirit."
"What?" Lavendar's dark eyes looked frightened.
"All the good of a witch or wizard is held in his or her soul. The spirit. Evil is like a machine, like a virus. No personality. No love, no good. Nothing but an empty shell seeking to destroy. The spirit can be removed, and leaves that shell that will answer to any evil. It's how dementors work. Its, in essence, how Voldemort is able to take over so many people."
"And the orb?"
"One of about seven in creation. My sister, Belynn, is the protector for this one. The orb holds spirits captive, putting the shells under the control of the orb's creator. My father, Matthias Morose, helped Lucius make this."
"What was it sent here to do?" Hermione had started frantically searching for a book.
"Take Harry's soul."
"No way!" Harry shot straight up.
"Voldemort tried Harry, and it can't be done. But Lucius thinks his orb is the best of them all. Better than Voldemort's."
"So he think he can get my spirit and…?"
"Harry, don't be stupid! Give it to Voldemort. Earn favor, protection, whatever from the dark lord himself." Hermione sighed inwardly.
"Oh my god." Said Ron.
"Oh my goddess." Said Mimi.
"What can I do?" Harry looked hard at the Orb, and the girl, or shadow, or whatever he had told he loved.
"You must destroy the Orb and free the souls trapped within, of course. And escape both Matthias and Lucius. Then you'll be immune."
"How do you know so much?"
"I've protected this Orb as much, if not more, than Belynn has, my darlings. My father is not good at magic, but Lucius is. And if I am to live a good life, and a happy one, I must look to them as if I have always taken good care of their wishes. Maybe they will free me one day."
"That's so sad." Hermione moaned, and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
"awww" cooed Lavendar.
Belynn looked up, as if awakening from a trance. "They generally call me all the time, and force me to do things. No one has called me since Wednesday. It's Friday now."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Once they told me to poison Hermione, because she knew too much. But she's okay, I fought the order and survived and it was very painful. I'd be in seizures if they were ordering me around now and I wasn't listening."
"And you're positive your order isn't to just listen to us?" Hermione had a quizzical frown on her face.
"Positive. But I know something none of you do."
"What?" The word seemed to come in unison, spilling from everyone's lips at once. They were all terribly sick of surprises. Terribly sick of sadness and upset and horrible happenings.
"Lucius Malfoy is down stairs."
"Oh my goddess," said Mimi in her barely there French accent. Though she felt a stranger to the tight knit group, she offered advice. "Hide Harry now. Bea, go and meet him. Caspian, you should go with Harry, and Hermione too, because you are the only one's who know anything about this stuff. Ron and I will back up Bea from behind the painting in the downstairs center hallway. Lavendar, stay here and wait for news from anyone. I'll send an instagram, everyone else should do the same. Oh, and don't let anyone in."
"I never knew you were so awesome, Mi!" Ron said in obvious awe.
"Silly, you know I want to be a detective for the Ministry."
"You will be. Let's get this plot going."
"Wait a sec," Lavendar called as everyone headed out the door, creeping. Harry, Caspian and Mione already held an invisibility cloak in their fists, "what if he apparates in here? I have no protection."
It was as if Hermione's brain had infected everyone. "You can't just apparate in Hogwarts!" They all turned around and impatiently zoomed away, leaving Lavendar in a dark, forbidding room. No one heard her cry, except Matthias, who watched the dark haired adolescent weep on Magivision.
VIII: Convergent Evolution
Lucius Malfoy tapped his foot harshly on the stone floor of Hogwarts. His shoes were pointed a little bit, and they hurt quite a lot. This was no matter. Narcissa had picked them, and so they were in his opinion, ugly, frolicsome, childish shoes.
Belynn Morose should arrive any minute, and he would take her home and destroy her. She had denied him, broken her contract, and destroyed her allegiances. She was nothing more than Harry Potter, an ever more filthy, because she did not have his blood on her slim, beautiful hands.
He did the calling chant, o-me-ay o-me-ay ahnactet sandobtet ahnactet Belynn. She should be in his arms now, or at his feet begging to do whatever her pleased. But she was not. She was nowhere.
Of course, upstairs, in Harry's bedroom was where she was. She had absolutely no idea that she was being called. In fact, she hadn't been called for forty-eight hours and this worried her. Usually Matthias or Lucius felt a need to call her services every hour or so. But she welcomed the break. Since she and Harry had told each other the truth, she had felt more in love with him than she ever had. Love was a feeling, and in feeling it, she felt alive. She felt like a human.
Between them lay the Orb. Hermione and Caspian were also curled up on the large bed, and Ron, Mimi and Lavendar had scored seats amongst piles of carpeting. It was a rather cozy room in fun colors that Harry had asked Bea to design. It was cheerful.
The Orb glowed a color like fire and ice together, so black even the night hid from it, so brilliant even the sun felt threatened.
"What is it?" Asked Mimi, tossing a shiny black streak of hair behind narrow shoulders, which were quite muscular.
"She cannot tell you, or she will die. But I can. It is—" Caspian started.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if my sister were to break orders and tell you about the fabled Orb, she would self destruct to protect it. It is why she exists."
"But she's real!" Exclaimed Harry, arms tight against her.
"Maybe. But we can't ever be sure until the spell burns in a cauldron. Even if she's fake, she's better alive than sizzling in a cauldron."
"Fine. Explain away." Hermione's tone was determined and loaded with acid focus.
"It was created to turn anyone good into evil. It traps the spirit."
"What?" Lavendar's dark eyes looked frightened.
"All the good of a witch or wizard is held in his or her soul. The spirit. Evil is like a machine, like a virus. No personality. No love, no good. Nothing but an empty shell seeking to destroy. The spirit can be removed, and leaves that shell that will answer to any evil. It's how dementors work. Its, in essence, how Voldemort is able to take over so many people."
"And the orb?"
"One of about seven in creation. My sister, Belynn, is the protector for this one. The orb holds spirits captive, putting the shells under the control of the orb's creator. My father, Matthias Morose, helped Lucius make this."
"What was it sent here to do?" Hermione had started frantically searching for a book.
"Take Harry's soul."
"No way!" Harry shot straight up.
"Voldemort tried Harry, and it can't be done. But Lucius thinks his orb is the best of them all. Better than Voldemort's."
"So he think he can get my spirit and…?"
"Harry, don't be stupid! Give it to Voldemort. Earn favor, protection, whatever from the dark lord himself." Hermione sighed inwardly.
"Oh my god." Said Ron.
"Oh my goddess." Said Mimi.
"What can I do?" Harry looked hard at the Orb, and the girl, or shadow, or whatever he had told he loved.
"You must destroy the Orb and free the souls trapped within, of course. And escape both Matthias and Lucius. Then you'll be immune."
"How do you know so much?"
"I've protected this Orb as much, if not more, than Belynn has, my darlings. My father is not good at magic, but Lucius is. And if I am to live a good life, and a happy one, I must look to them as if I have always taken good care of their wishes. Maybe they will free me one day."
"That's so sad." Hermione moaned, and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
"awww" cooed Lavendar.
Belynn looked up, as if awakening from a trance. "They generally call me all the time, and force me to do things. No one has called me since Wednesday. It's Friday now."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Once they told me to poison Hermione, because she knew too much. But she's okay, I fought the order and survived and it was very painful. I'd be in seizures if they were ordering me around now and I wasn't listening."
"And you're positive your order isn't to just listen to us?" Hermione had a quizzical frown on her face.
"Positive. But I know something none of you do."
"What?" The word seemed to come in unison, spilling from everyone's lips at once. They were all terribly sick of surprises. Terribly sick of sadness and upset and horrible happenings.
"Lucius Malfoy is down stairs."
"Oh my goddess," said Mimi in her barely there French accent. Though she felt a stranger to the tight knit group, she offered advice. "Hide Harry now. Bea, go and meet him. Caspian, you should go with Harry, and Hermione too, because you are the only one's who know anything about this stuff. Ron and I will back up Bea from behind the painting in the downstairs center hallway. Lavendar, stay here and wait for news from anyone. I'll send an instagram, everyone else should do the same. Oh, and don't let anyone in."
"I never knew you were so awesome, Mi!" Ron said in obvious awe.
"Silly, you know I want to be a detective for the Ministry."
"You will be. Let's get this plot going."
"Wait a sec," Lavendar called as everyone headed out the door, creeping. Harry, Caspian and Mione already held an invisibility cloak in their fists, "what if he apparates in here? I have no protection."
It was as if Hermione's brain had infected everyone. "You can't just apparate in Hogwarts!" They all turned around and impatiently zoomed away, leaving Lavendar in a dark, forbidding room. No one heard her cry, except Matthias, who watched the dark haired adolescent weep on Magivision.