Founder's Child

A/N: this is freaky I know, but bear with me I'm just working out all the kinks. Lots stuff happens, lots of twists take over, but it should all come out really kewl. Oh, and this is more for the Buffy/Angel shippers than the Buffy/Spike shippers. Just so you know, Destiny is British, but her language and use of words has been corrupted from living in America for the last few decades (not to insult America or anything, cause that's where I'm from n' all. Just cause that's my only excuse for her).

~*~Picks up from last time~*~

"Potter, where have I heard that name?" Destiny said aloud to herself. Then, to Harry, she said, "You wouldn't happen to be related to James Potter would you?"

"That was my father," Harry said softly.

"So, that's why you look so familiar," Destiny replied with an equal, if not a softer, voice. "Don't hate me, but I don't feel sorry for you."

"Why?" Harry whispered surprised.

"Talk later," Destiny said before turning to Draco, and saying, "So, how's everything going, family, you know, stuff like that."

"You know that already," Draco said taking on a look of disgust for a millisecond.

"Oh, yeah, sorry bout that. Just so you know, I wouldn't have done it if I didn't have to," Destiny said taking a long sip from her glass.

"You didn't have to," Draco said shaking his head. "Killing is not something one must do."

"Yup it is," Destiny said nodding her head. "They were a danger to everything. They had the mark."

"They...they didn't, did they?" Draco said unsure of something.

"Yup they did. And no, Ron, it's not the dark mark, though, that was there also," Destiny said glancing at Ron briefly before looking back at Draco.

"It wasn't the mark of Akuma was it?" Draco asked his pale face even paler than before.

"Yup. It's kind of interesting how the Dark Lord has incorporated both the mark of Destiny and the mark of Akuma into one mark," Destiny said waving her finger around as a small shower of sparks flew out of it (two of them turning into sugar cubes as soon as they hit the table).

"The mark of the Devil," Hermione said softly as if realizing something as Destiny ate the sugar cubes smiling happily.

"Uh-oh, I've got to go, I hear Spiky coming," Destiny said her voice returning to it's previous insane sound. "Don't tell your new professor that I'm here. He won't be too happy right now. Just so you know, tomorrow night, the library will be a nice place around eight thirty. Nobody thinks to go there so late."

With that Destiny took her leave and vanished in front of them.

"See I told you people could be able to apperiate on Hogwarts grounds," Ron said to Hermione.

"She didn't apperiate," Draco said placing some food on his plate as Destiny's plates and silver were magically cleaned (or replaced with new from the kitchen). "You might want to move back to your table. The other students will be up shortly."

"Yeah," Harry, Ron, and Hermione agreed as they walked the length of the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, the plates they had used were also replaced.

"Do you think we should go tomorrow night?" Ron asked as they sat down to wait for the rest of the school to get up and have breakfast.

"No, of course not, she's a vampire, we can't trust her. Didn't you hear Draco, he practically came out and said that she was the one that killed his parents," Hermione hissed.

"Yes, but she said that they had the mark of Akuma," Ron whispered back.

"What's the mark of Akuma?" Harry asked.

Hermione and Ron, both forgetting for a moment that he didn't know much about the magical world, went into a small stunned silence.

"The mark of Akuma is, well, it's," Hermione said trying to explain. "It's the mark of the devil."

"The mark of the devil?" Harry asked surprised.

"Not the devil himself, but a smaller less powerful devil," Hermione said for once not able to fully explain.

"Slytherin's youngest daughter," Ron said quietly.

"She was a devil," Hermione said even softer than Ron. "Literally."

"Then we have to go," Harry said.

"Go," George said sitting down.

"Where?" Fred finished sitting down beside his twin.

"No where," Hermione said quickly.

"Yeah, right," Fred said unbelievingly.

"Just so you know, if you're going to prank someone, don't prank the new teacher," George said leaning close to them.

"Yeah, he knows things," Fred said.

"Do you really think we'd be going to prank someone?" Ron asked annoyed with his brothers.

"No," the twins said simultaneously.

~*~Harry and Cos. DADA class~*~

"What do you know, Draco?" Hermione asked quietly as they worked on their project.

"Nothing," he whispered back angrily.

"LIAR!" Hermione whispered back much more angrier than Draco could have ever predicted. "Tell me what you know about her. There's something dangerous going on, and I intend to find out."

"I can't. I won't. I promised not to," Draco whispered back. "It would ruin everything. Then it'd be even more dangerous than anyone could ever believe possible."

"At least tell me what you know about Destiny," Hermione whispered back (WAY less angry).

"You will find out when you are meant to find out," Draco said before going back to a piece of parchment that he had been translating.

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I know it's short but it took me a while to write...I'm totally fresh out of ideas...but the next chapter will be better...at least it should be.

Gaz