Night of the Broken Glass

C7: Breaker

[A/N: That wasn't a good dream.]

[Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the original stuff. I own whoever and whatever I make up. Don't steal and don't sue.]

"Voldemort, or You-Know-Who as he is more commonly known, was originally a bright young man from Hogwarts known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. After graduating, Riddle left to study the Dark Arts on his own, and underwent many changes. After many years, he reemerged from places unknown as the Dark Lord Voldemort. He was defeated by Harry and Hermione Potter, and left the next Dark Lord, Anton, behind to continue his reign of terror. Nothing more is known about the Dark Lord."

Kendra read the passage in the Dark Arts book over and over, trying to not see the name 'Riddle'. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Virgil Riddle. The two were related. Virgil, her friend, her best friend, was the son of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Kendra put her hands over her eyes, trying not to think about it. It almost seemed reasonable. His eyes were the same infamous color as Voldemort's, and the same as Anton's. Virgil was incredibly powerful, and Kendra had the strangest feeling that he had something to do with her broom at the Quidditch match. Whether it was the broom throwing her off or it was the broom coming back to her, she didn't know.

The dream came back to her mind and she saw Anton as he smiled and his third eye opened. She shut her eyes, clenching them shut and trying not to see him smiling.

The library was very quiet.

Virgil walked down the hall quickly, his feet tapping loudly. He glanced into the rooms he passed, seeing nothing at all. Virgil turned a corner, still looking.

Kendra appeared from thin air and held the Invisibility Cloak in her hands. She looked down the hall, as if waiting to see if Virgil—who seemed rather all-knowing to her—would double back and find her. He didn't.

Kendra sighed a bit and slipped back under the cloak. She walked away silently, and went outside.

The snow was newly fallen, untouched by anything. Kendra stood still for a moment, just looking at the white blanket over the ground. Something in her eyes burned and tears slid down her face.

"I'm getting so sick of crying." she muttered aloud. She was still and silent for a few long moments.

Something flicked back the hood of her cloak and she was suddenly looking at Seal.

"I thought I smelled you crying." Seal muttered, putting her hands on her hips and bending a little to look at Kendra better, "But this time you hadn't been sleeping. What's—"

Kendra bolted.

"—wrong." Seal put a hand up to her forehead, sighing, "Never mind. I really wasn't up for a chase this early on Boxing Day of all days, but since you're being silly…"

Kendra ran, knowing full well that there wasn't any way she could outrun Seal. Despite everything that she knew, Kendra still ran, wanting to get away from everything.

An undecided movement made her run flat out into the forest and she soon paused by a tree. She rubbed at her face harshly to get the tears away, but only succeeded in making the tears flow faster.

Stupid fool! she thought to herself, Stop crying! Don't think about any stupid dreams! Anton couldn't be anywhere near here!

…And yet, I saw him.

"STUPEFY!"

Seal padded through the snow, the nose of her wolf form twitching as she sniffed for her young ward. Tears, heated blood, and the soft scent of the emotion of despair were the scents filling the air. Another smell, that of evil and anger, was close to Kendra, and was moving in faster.

Seal broke into a run, leaping up into a tree and shifting back into a human. She leapt from branch to branch, finally spotting Kendra sprawled on the ground and a cloaked figure walking towards her, wand raised.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Seal jumped from the tree and pulled out her wand, "IMPEDMENTIA!" The cloaked figure dodged the spell and ran towards the deeper parts of the forest.

"GET BACK HERE!" Seal yelled, starting after the cloaked person. Her foot nudged Kendra's and she froze immediately. The half-werewolf sighed with a slow, sad smile. Taking care of Kendra—who was quite possibly freezing—was more important than catching any prey.

Seal scooped Kendra up in her arms and walked towards the castle, watching Kendra's unchanging expression.

"So you haven't seen Kendra at all today?" Virgil asked in a desperate tone. Seal shook her head, leaning against the doorway of her classroom.

"OK." Virgil sighed, "If you do see her, tell her that Rima and I are worried, all right?" Seal nodded, and Virgil went off towards Gryffindor Tower. As the first-year vanished around a corner, Seal turned around into the classroom and went to a window. She opened it, climbed out onto the castle walls, closed the window again, and climbed up the walls.

An open window was a few feet higher than the classroom and Seal climbed through it. The room was quiet, save the clock in the corner's ticking. Seal walked to the bed, where Kendra lay. She sat down next to the girl and sighed, glancing at Kendra. The teacher put her wand to the student's chest and muttered, "Ennervate." Kendra's eyes slowly opened, but she made no move to get up or even look around.

"You honestly can't help but get yourself into a bad spot." the teacher murmured, "It seems to be a trait that runs deep in your family. I wonder if I should let you stay Stunned for a little while. You certainly seemed to be upset when I found you standing outside. I really wonder why you were crying."

Seal breathed in deeply, sniffing a bit, and then smiled.

"I remember that scent." she murmured, "Dante had it on him when I first met him. The scent of a supposedly Dark creature. I have it on me, but that's only because I have a bad habit of hugging my dear Dante whenever I can. But I can smell it on you for some reason. And it smells like…Virgil? Why on earth would you have Virgil's scent on you?"

"Seal, his name is Virgil Riddle." Kendra murmured, her green eyes dull with pain, "He's Tom Riddle's son."

Seal sneezed and rubbed at her nose.

"Well that's a strange thing." the teacher sniffed a bit.

"That my best friend is the son of Voldemort?" Kendra questioned.

"I think I have a cold." Seal sniffed again. Kendra sat up, looking angry.

"Did you hear a word that I said?" she asked sharply, "I said—"

"Virgil's name is Virgil—ACHOO! —Riddle." Seal sneezed yet again, "What's the matter? Are you upset because he's a supposedly Dark wizard?"

"I never said he was!" Kendra replied, "I just…"

"Too much information to take in at one time, right?" Seal questioned, "But you know what?"

"What?" Kendra asked back, weakly, looking down at her lap.

"He was the one that made your broom go back to you."

Virgil was sitting in the common room, staring at the fire. His face was solemn, lined with worry. Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Rima, I've looked everywhere." he sighed, "Even Seal doesn't know where Kendra is."

The person behind him held his flute before him and he looked over his shoulder. A very weary-looking Kendra was standing there, smiling a bit and holding the violin she had received the day before.

"Do you think you can play teacher?" Kendra questioned, "I'm not sure how to play an instrument."

"No more problems?" Virgil questioned, worried.

"Does it look like I've got any worries on my mind?" Kendra asked in reply.

"Oh yes, quite a few, in fact." Rima stood at the base of the spiral stairway to the girl's dormitories, a guitar on her back, "But honestly, why make yourself upset over Virgil's name again?"

"How'd you—" Kendra slapped a hand over her own mouth to shut herself up.

Rima laughed and said, "Virgil told me his name and asked me if I thought that was the reason you had snuck away in the middle of the night. Did you know that you nearly screamed in your sleep last night?"

"N-no." Kendra stuttered, "How would you know?"

"Watched you." Rima murmured, walking over and sitting down on the floor, "Sat by you. Put my hand over your mouth so you wouldn't scream out loud. When do you think you would have screamed?"

"Rima." Virgil said warningly, "Let's not discuss nightmares on Boxing Day." Rima snickered a bit and started to tune the guitar. The three friends settled down on the floor and started to teach each other.

As New Year's passed and the month faded to February, the school became crowded and excited as word of another Quidditch match came around.

"OK, we're up against Hufflepuff this time around." Raven yawned one practice, "I know that they aren't that great with their Chasers or their Seeker, but their Beaters are even more crazy than Catherine and Jason. They're more famous for breaking bones than Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and us combined. Kendra, I want you to be careful. The way you ride a broomstick is an easy way for them to hit you."

Kendra nodded shortly, unconsciously shifting her legs about. Getting her shin broken didn't seem like a great thing to do. The only thought she had for a long time that night was how on earth to keep from getting every bone in her body broken.

"Raven, Thomas, shake!" The two captains gripped hands and shook. "Mount your brooms!" The players stood ready. "On my whistle! Three, two, one!" The whistle blew, and the players rose into the air.

"And the Quaffle is taken by Raven of Gryffindor!" James Jordan called through the megaphone, "Watch it! Bludger, hit by Ivan Gregori of Hufflepuff, narrowly misses her head! Quaffle is taken by Roger Thomas of Hufflepuff, but blocked by Stephen Renard!"

Kendra stared around the field, wondering where the Snitch was hiding that time. She ducked slightly as a Bludger went shooting by her head.

"Watch it there, Kendra! Bludger goes right by her head!"

Thanks for stating the obvious. Kendra mused to herself as she flew forwards.

The game quickly turned to a standoff. The Hufflepuff Beaters were too good to allow the Gryffindor team to score, and Stephen was too fast for the Hufflepuffs to score.

"They'll be playing into the night if someone doesn't catch the Snitch." Rima murmured from the stands, raising an eyebrow, "Where is the little bugger?"

"Hiding in a very good place." Virgil replied, sitting next to the blue-haired girl, "Just wait. Kendra will find it."

Back in the air, Kendra crouched down to avoid the Bludger (which had been aimed at her head again) and spotted gold. She saw the Snitch hovering underneath one of the Gryffindor goal posts. Kendra grinned and started towards it.

"Kendra's seen the Snitch!" Jordan shouted, "Go for it, girl!"

At the Gryffindor end of the field, Ian and Ivan Gregori of Hufflepuff waited. They cast each other glances and grinned. As Kendra flew level with them, they swung their clubs at the passing Bludgers.

"WATCH IT, POTTER!"

Kendra glanced up from the Snitch at the shout. She saw the Bludgers coming on either side and blinked once. And then she grinned…

…And rolled over.

Ian and Ivan stared in horror; they had completely forgotten that Kendra could do that. The Bludgers crashed into each other harmlessly as Kendra flew underneath and ricocheted off each other. They slammed into Ian and Ivan and sent them reeling head-over-heels backwards.

Kendra straightened up, raised both hands, and swung up through the goalpost, Snitch in one hand and gripping the goal's edge with the other.

The crowd screamed with approval. Not only was the dodging excellent, but the finish was just…just…

Well, Kendra didn't care what the finish was. She just smiled.

As the Gryffindors celebrated in the common room, she, Rima, and Virgil were sitting by themselves in the courtyard.

"So, Miss Seeker, what would you like to play?" Virgil questioned with a bit of a sarcastic smirk. Kendra nudged him on the shoulder playfully as Rima snickered. The Potter girl sighed happily as she flipped through the music book, looking for something.

"This." she finally decided, showing the two.

"Ouch." Rima sighed, "Beethoven's hard with a guitar, but since you won the match, all right."

The friends fine-tuned their instruments and started to play "Coral's" fourth movement.

Overhead, the sun was shining.

—to be continued—