Title The Death eaters daughter
Author name Alexia and Ambyr Green
Author email drake_please@hotmail.com
Category Romance/action/
Keywords Hermione , Draco , daughter , jewl
Spoilers all books
Rating pg 13
Summary Hermione granger is a woman on the run , she is forced to flee to Australia with her new born child. Thirteen years later a old friend from the past reveals himself , does he hold the key to Hermione's past and what of the jewl she always wears around her neck? why is every one after it. It's up to Heather the amazing psychic Angelica the amazing pyscho and the dashing and debonair Mr Blau to find out
Disclaimer we dont own any thing , but you probably already new that.
The Death Eaters Daughter Chapter Three:
There was mist, a boiling, churning mist. The sort of mist that made practically everything else invisible. Then quickly and quietly the mist cleared away, revealing a craggy cliff face and a cold and windy landscape. Heather, Ethy and Ginger peered into the scene that was forming in Heather's crystal ball. The craggy cliffs rapidly disappeared until they saw what looked like a large Scottish Castle near a formidable forest and a Eerie lake.
"What does it mean?" Ginger asked, for Heather was trying to read their future.
"I don't know, are any of you planning on going to Scotland?" Heather asked.
"No" they both answered in unison.
"Then I don't know what it means" Heather answered, switching her crystal ball off.
"Perhaps we'll try some tarot cards, how does that sound girls?" Heather said helpfully. Ginger and Ethy were meant to collect the rent nearly half an hour ago but it was easy to get distracted in Heather's flat. Heather always had a need to practise her fortune telling on the boarders and because she made the best double chocolate marshmallow milkshakes no-one objected too much.
"Heather?" Ethy asked, Heather turned away from her bookshelf where she had been picking up her wooden gold box that held her tarot cards.
"Yes Ethy?" Heather replied.
Ethy breathed in deeply, she knew that Heather most likely knew the answer to her question, after all she was a psychic.
"Do you know who my dad is?" Ethy asked and Ginger groaned openly. Although Ethy was her best friend she didn't understand her obsession with finding her real father. The guy left Ethy's mother while she was still pregnant, he abandoned her. Guys like that weren't worth it.
Heather sighed and began to absently plait her burgundy hair, today she was dressed in a burnt orange and pink sun dress covered with gold Indian style embroidery.
"I don't know who he is exactly but I have a pretty good idea" Heather replied.
"Well, what does he look like?" Ethy asked, sitting forwards.
" Handsome and cocky, like a little boy in the body of an adult. He seemed to be hiding something, but I don't know I only saw him for a few moments and it was thirteen years ago" Heather replied, her eyes glazing over slightly. Ethy sighed with disappointment and then began to fiddle with one of the many scented candles. Suddenly there was a slamming noise on Heather's door and Mr Blau came charging into the room.
"Quick, you have to hide me!" He cried, Heather seemed prepared for this and shoved him under the bed.
"I can't hide there! There's underwear!" He cried.
"Well then those men with the pram wheels who are about to come charging in can just find you, how does that sound?" Heather asked, Mr Blau kept quiet. Heather's door then slammed open and two rough, burly men, one with an eye patch, came running into the tiny flat.
"Excuse me! What on earth are you doing in here?" Heather asked, raising an eye brow.
"Sorry Miss, we were looking for a shifty bloke with a fake beard" One of them said.
"Well, do you see a shifty bloke with a fake beard in here?" Heather asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"No, but I swore he ran in here" the second man said.
"He's moved to Canada" Ethy said helpfully, remembering what Mr Blau had told her to say before.
"Yes, Canada, it was very sudden" Ginger added.
"Canada?" The first man said doubtfully.
"But we saw him run in here!" The second one said, he was obviously the more intelligent of the two.
"Look, if you don't get out of my room now, I will see a terrible future in your path!" Heather said threateningly.
"Oh, so you can predict the future, little lady?" The first man said.
"Well I'm good at predicting what's going to happen in the next thirty seconds" Heather said, folding her arms. She turned to Ginger and Ethy.
"Girls, get behind the coffee table unless you want to be exploded by a lightning rod" Heather added.
"So we're going to be exploded in a lightning rod in the next thirty seconds?" The second man asked, raising an eyebrow with much difficulty.
"No, you only have 15 seconds now" Heather grinned and joined the girls under the table. It was at that second that Angelica came running up in her spacesuit, holding onto her precious lightning rod.
"I finally figured it out! We can power the Boarding House on portable lightning, see?" She cried and thrust the lightning rod into the men's arms. There was a horrifying silence as terrified expressions dawned on the men's faces and then there was a blackout. When the emergency generator turned on and the lights flickered back to life the two men were lying on the floor, alive but unconscious.
"How did you predict that would happen?" Ethy asked.
"I heard Angelica coming down from the roof, since mine was the closet flat I knew she would come in here" Heather said simply.
"Back to the drawing board" Angelica said miserably, picking up her lightning rod. Mr Blau peered out from under Heather's mattress shiftily .
"Are they gone?" He asked taking of his false beard.
"Well there unconscious" Ethy replied. Heather removed her wand and performed a Transportation charm causing the two men, Who woke up three hours later in Hawaii.
"Oh thanks guys, you really got me out of a tight bind there, heh heh" Mr Blau said, making for the door. However Angelica grabbed him firmly on the shoulders and steered him back into the flat.
"All right explain Mr Blau" Ethy said in her usual bossy practical tone.
****
Meanwhile, far away in a place called the Valley Of The Kings, the sun was beginning to set. It stained the sky a rich blood red as the chilly air of the desert began to replace the heat of the day. A young man with shiny black messy hair and tanned skin surveyed the full moon, which was beginning to rise. He was around thirty years old and was dressed in comfortable linen robes with his wand sticking out.
'Hi, I'm tour guide Bob' was written on a tag that had been pinned to his front.
"All right everyone, when the full moon rises I want you to all step five metres away from that patch of sand
OK?" He asked with a British accent. Dutifully the group moved away as far as possible. There was
something about that tour guide that urged you to listen to him and obey him, although no-one could put their finger on it.
The full moon slowly rose into the dark ribbon sky and as it did a shaft of light hit the sand. There was a sound of underground rumbling and the sand slowly began to disappear as if it was falling down a plug hole. Then there was a gurgling, sucking noise as the sand completely disappeared revealing a smooth marble staircase well worn with age. The tourists made surprised noises and Bob began to drone in a melodious voice.
"This hidden temple belonged to the great Egyptian Sorcerer, Hora the Mesmerising. He was famous for morphing his slaves into half-dragon, half-human beasts he was shot, stabbed, poisoned and eventually drowned in the Nile to get rid of him" The tourists followed Bob down the marble steps and into the temple. When they reached the bottom steps they noticed that they had entered a large cavernous room with walls painted in hieroglyphics.
As per-usual, they all made 'oohhhiiinng' and 'ahhiing' noises and there were puffs of purple smoke as they all frantically took pictures with their cameras. Bob sighed, this wasn't exactly how he imagined his life would be fourteen years ago.
Back then he had different name and a different identity. However that part of himself had died a long time ago, leaving nothing more but a shell. .Sometimes, however, in the darkness of the night, the memories that he tried so desperately to block would come creeping back into his sleep. It was always Summer in his memories when it was now Winter, cold and grey. She was always in his memories too, with her chestnut brown curls and permanently harassed expression. The pile of textbooks constantly spilling out of her arms and the way she would get that half smile on her face when he looked at her. However that was a long time ago and things had seemed so much simpler then. They were always there, his best friends, they were like brothers. He'd give anything to hear their voices even once more.
It was amazing and rather ironic that the one woman he knew would make him happy he would never see again.
He sighed and turned towards his tour group when something caught his eye. There was a crack in the temples wall, odd, there wasn't one the last full moon when he took down that group of American Witches. He peered at it closely and realised it looked like a crack in a door. He could see light coming in from the other end. He carefully touched the stone and realised that up until very recently it had been covered by compacted sand that had now eroded away.
"Excuse me Mr Tour-Guide...Sir? Does it matter if my daughter spilled Bertie Bott's Beans all over the shrine?" The voice of a harassed father called out. However Bob ignored this, he was staring intently at the hidden door, there was something about it that filled his head with voices, he was compelled to know what was on the other side.
He tapped the wall with his wand and muttered a powerful curse under his breath. It was known as the Revealing Charm and it could open any door under the right conditions. The tourists has wandered off to inspect the left side of the temple, leaving Bob virtually alone. There was a creaking, groaning noise as the granite was forced against the floor and the stale air of history swept past his nostrils.
The room was revealed as being a tiny alcove almost completely filled with cobwebs. In the centre of the room was a single golden chair, but the rest of the room was empty. Bob swept aside the cobwebs on one of the walls, disturbing long-dead spiders.
His eyes went wide as he observed the wall painting done in rich pigments. There were several cloaked figures surrounding a very familiar looking dark wizard with a snake-like face. On the edge was a stick figure of a boy surrounded by light, his eyes were bright green and his hair was jet black. Next to the boy was a young girl with chestnut hair holding a book and a young boy with silvery hair with a cat by his feet. Bob frowned slightly and pushed away more cobwebs, there was now a man with the same coloured green eyes and next to him....Was a child, a child with eyes and hair painted silver and a green jewel hung from her neck. Under the picture was a series of hieroglyphics. Bob had learnt to read them several years earlier when he began to work as a guide for the Cairo Magical Museum.
'The Boy Who Lived: The Prophecies of Hora' sprawled across his eyes in the shapes of birds and other objects. It was then that Bob passed out.
****
Mr Blau sagged onto Heather's bright blue carpet and sighed melodramatically. He then removed his fake beard, sunglasses and tinsel wig, under the disguise Mr Blau was a pleasant -faced young man with smooth olive skin and slightly slanted brown eyes. His hair was in dark brown spikes. Heather looked down at him and a flash entered her mind. It was nearly impossible to describe her psychic ability, it was something she used like turning on a light switch. She snapped it on and was startled and nauseated at the thought that had entered her mind. It was Mr Blau's future all right, and it looked extremely unpleasant.
"Well, you see, there was this idea" Mr Blau began.
"There was this idea that CmB enterprises had come up with. That's my uncle's company by the way, it stands for Colin Matthew Blau. You see the idea was, well, the worlds first baby carriage/broomstick. It was a miniature broomstick fitted onto the bottom of a babies carriage. It was designed so mothers could go broomstick flying without having to worry about their childrens safety. However, there was a small problem" Mr Blau said sheepishly.
"Let me guess, infants can't control broomsticks?" Ginger asked superiorly.
"In a nutshell" Mr Blau answered sheepishly.
"Those men, their babies were the test subjects, weren't they?" Heather asked and Mr Blau at least had the decency to look guilty.
"I didn't mean for it to happen, you know, it was an accident. How was I supposed to know that the baby would run into a flying horse? I didn't even know they had flying horses in Australia!" Mr Blau cried hysterically as mental images of the gigantic flying brumbies picking up the babies pram in it's teeth before dumping it on a cliff face in Darwin swam in his mind.
"You should have accounted for all possibilities Mr Blau, that's what a good inventor does" Angelica said sternly, Mr Blau suddenly noticed Angelica at his feet and threw himself down around her knees.
"You saved my life! I'm eternally greatful!" He yelled wrapping his arms around Angelica's legs.
"What does that mean?" Angelica answered nervously.
"It means I'll be your devoted servant, your slave! Forever and ever!" Mr Blau cried, thinking about kissing Angelica's silver space boots but finally going against the idea.
"Well.....I guess you could go and clean up the mess I left on the roof" Angelica said thoughtfully,
remembering the pile of cheese sandwiches she had left there several days earlier.
"Right on it chief!" Mr Blau said cheerfully, dashing out of the room.
"I wonder how long he'll last as Angelica's slave?" Ginger asked, Heather nodded wisely.
"I'd give him a week" she answered, a smile on her lips.
****
Her name was Rotten Rose and she was well known in the Orion, well known for being snobbish, vain and conceited, that is. She arrived on the Orion's front stoop, gliding down on her broomstick. It was a Phoenix Spirit 6000 of course, the very latest in broomstick technology. It even had a padded leather reclining seat and a drinks holder.
Rotten Rose hopped off the broomstick, patting her smooth, shiny black hair. She was half past thirteen with large blue eyes surrounded by thick black bashes and pale white skin with thick glossy red lips which seemed smooth and seductive. Rotten Rose put a brisk smile on her face and pulled her shirt down, just in case Zev happened to be home, you never knew.
She then reached for the door knocker. Just then the door slammed open offensively and a very harassed looking woman with bushy brown curls came charging out. Rose recognised her as being Ethy's mother, Miss Green, instantly. Rose's family didn't quite approve of Miss Green, after all there was never any sign of a Mr Green, and they could tell by her Muggle dress habits and colliquisims that she wasn't a pure blood wizard.
Rose just looked rather rudely away and marched up to the boarding houses doorway. Rotten Rose stalked onto the boarding houses' shabby carpet and immediately bumped into Alicia who was alphabetising carpet threads on the floor.
"What a bunch of weirdos" Rose hissed under her breath as she rather rudely stepped over the blonde.
****
Bob's eyes snapped open and the blinding pain began. His blurry vision focused on his boss, Marsha Heinez, a witch in her early forties with horn rimmed glasses and dead straight blonde hair cut into a no-nonsense bob.
"What happened?" Bob asked, he knew it was a cliché response but he couldn't think of anything else to ask. Marsha sighed with a mixture of motherly concern and annoyance. Bob had been working at the museum for nearly ten years.
Before that, however, no-one knew what he did. Everything about Bob was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He had a British accent, Marsha knew that much. He lived in a nice small apartment on the richer side of Cairo and knowing that he made next to peanuts at his job that meant he had money.
There was also a picture he kept in his desk drawer that Marsha had found after nosing around. It was of a young girl with bushy brown hair who was reading a book. The photograph was well worn around the edges as if being handled too often. He also had a snowy white owl, which was rare for Egypt.
"You passed out right in the middle of a tour. One of the tourists had to apparate so she could come and get me" Marsha said, slightly irritated although she was extremely concerned.
"I......I found a room" Bob managed to choke. Marsha looked at him quizzically.
"I remember, the tourist said she found you in an alcove but I thought that she didn't know what she was talking about" Marsha remarked.
"It was a room all right and the walls were covered with hieroglyphs" Bob stated, sitting up. He was outside the temple back on the cool Egyptian sand. Upwards he could see the inky black sky, but it was starting to stain blue from the approaching dawn.
"Quick, I have to show you the room before the sun rises and the temple closes up for another night" Bob said, grabbing Marsha's hand. Marsha tried to protest but somehow she couldn't stop herself. There was something about Bob that compelled people to follow him, even if it meant certain death.
***
Marsha rubbed the dust off her stylish maroon robes and followed Bob through the temples main room.
"Your being ridiculous Bob, wizard archaeologists have gone through this place with a fine tooth comb. There's nothing else to find" she groaned. Years ago she had been an assistant field worker on the site before it was opened to the public and she knew there was nothing left to find.
"Really, then what about this?" Bob asked, gesturing to the stone doorway which was barely open.
"Oh ... My" Marsha began.
***
Marsha pushed up her glasses and stared at the dusty hieroglyphs.
"They look genuine enough" she stated and then pulled a magical field reader out of her pocket. It was a small metal tube with several lights on it. One of the lights buzzed into life, it was blue, this meant the paint was at the very least five thousand years old.
"The Prophecies" Marsha began to read then trailed off into silence. Her speckled brown eyes went wide and she grew short of breath.
"Oh Bob, this is bad" she mumbled.
"Why? Why is it bad?" Bob asked desperately.
"It says here that a girl with silver hair and the heart of a dragon shall save the Boy Who Lived and defeat the Dark Lord" Marsha replied gravely.
"Why is that bad?" Bob asked, panicked, as sweat gathered at his brow.
"Everything this Sorcerer has predicted has come to pass. The rise of Voldemort, World War Two, the collapse of the Roman Empire. Yet this prophecy is too ridiculous to even contemplate" Marsha replied.
"And why is that?" Bob asked.
"Prophecies can be extremely cryptic at the best of times, but this one is clear. The Boy Who Lived is Harry Potter, Harry Potter has been missing- presumed dead- for nearly fourteen years" Marsha said. Bob backed away from her slightly.
"He's not missing, he's just been hiding for a very long time" Bob then said quietly and pushed his way out of the tiny alcove running into the temple.
"Bob, where are you going?" Marsha cried as she heard his footsteps pelting up the marble stairs.
"To contact an old friend" was his reply.
****
An owl flew onto Rotten Rose's head. It perched there and hooted madly, it then laid an egg.
"EEEEWWWWW" she screeched as her perfectly curled hair was ruined. She stamped her foot irritably as she climbed the stone steps leading into the boarding houses garden. Almost immediately she ran into Mr Blau, who was holding a large pile of glowing sheets, behind him Angelica was gleefully calling out instructions.
"Now, after you wash that nasty failure of a potion out of my sheets, I want you to find as many of the cats as possible and dye their fur different colours. I want you to then take them for a nice trip to the beach" she cried, waving her hands happily.
"But that doesn't make sense, why would you want me to dye their fur?" Mr Blau asked.
"Do you dare to question me and my methods, slave? That's it, from now on your going to clean my toilets!" She cried.
"But I already am cleaning your toilet" Mr Blau replied.
"Well then I'll make sure you wash my underwear as well" Angelica snapped back, glaring at the man.
Mr Blau shuddered visibly and noticed Rotten Rose. Remembering that Rose's family were very rich wizards he plastered a cheesy grin on his face.
"Hello Rose, my your hairs looking very wet and shiny today. Is that new hair gel?" Mr Blau asked hopefully. Rose just pushed him aside ruthlessly, a determined expression on her face. The next person she ran in to was Kelly, who was fast asleep in the middle of the lawn dressed in her pyjamas. Rose stepped over her angrily.
"Ethy?" She yelled, because by now she was feeling extremely annoyed.
There was no answer. Rose glared at the world in genuine and utter hatred.
***
Meanwhile, down and out in Chuton Alley reality had set in. Hermione leaned against a brick wall and stared at a Charms Seller, who was being patibulary loud in the morning market.
Shock usually takes a while to rear it's ugly head and now it had slapped her straight against the face. Draco had contacted her, the very idea was absurd but it had just happened. She had spent weeks, months, even years waiting for him, yet deep down she had always thought her waiting would come to nothing.
Oh lord, what was she thinking? What about Ethy? Darling little Ethy with her baseball caps and the way she acted as if she was thirteen going on thirty five. Much like Hermione had done when she was Ethy's age. How many times had she asked about her father? At least a thousand by now. Hermione hated lying to her but how was she supposed to tell Ethy and the other boarders the truth? That she had been in love with a Death Eater... That she was still in love with a Death Eater.
Why did Draco have to put this bombshell on her now? When things were going so well, Hermione had friends and a family with the other boarders. She also had a great job and a wonderful- if frustrating- daughter.
Also, what was this about the necklace? It had been years since she had given it a second thought. It almost became part of her, as if she was protecting something no-one else could see. Hiding it in an underwear draw wouldn't do, no, she had to get away to get rid of it properly....but the question was where?
Author name Alexia and Ambyr Green
Author email drake_please@hotmail.com
Category Romance/action/
Keywords Hermione , Draco , daughter , jewl
Spoilers all books
Rating pg 13
Summary Hermione granger is a woman on the run , she is forced to flee to Australia with her new born child. Thirteen years later a old friend from the past reveals himself , does he hold the key to Hermione's past and what of the jewl she always wears around her neck? why is every one after it. It's up to Heather the amazing psychic Angelica the amazing pyscho and the dashing and debonair Mr Blau to find out
Disclaimer we dont own any thing , but you probably already new that.
The Death Eaters Daughter Chapter Three:
There was mist, a boiling, churning mist. The sort of mist that made practically everything else invisible. Then quickly and quietly the mist cleared away, revealing a craggy cliff face and a cold and windy landscape. Heather, Ethy and Ginger peered into the scene that was forming in Heather's crystal ball. The craggy cliffs rapidly disappeared until they saw what looked like a large Scottish Castle near a formidable forest and a Eerie lake.
"What does it mean?" Ginger asked, for Heather was trying to read their future.
"I don't know, are any of you planning on going to Scotland?" Heather asked.
"No" they both answered in unison.
"Then I don't know what it means" Heather answered, switching her crystal ball off.
"Perhaps we'll try some tarot cards, how does that sound girls?" Heather said helpfully. Ginger and Ethy were meant to collect the rent nearly half an hour ago but it was easy to get distracted in Heather's flat. Heather always had a need to practise her fortune telling on the boarders and because she made the best double chocolate marshmallow milkshakes no-one objected too much.
"Heather?" Ethy asked, Heather turned away from her bookshelf where she had been picking up her wooden gold box that held her tarot cards.
"Yes Ethy?" Heather replied.
Ethy breathed in deeply, she knew that Heather most likely knew the answer to her question, after all she was a psychic.
"Do you know who my dad is?" Ethy asked and Ginger groaned openly. Although Ethy was her best friend she didn't understand her obsession with finding her real father. The guy left Ethy's mother while she was still pregnant, he abandoned her. Guys like that weren't worth it.
Heather sighed and began to absently plait her burgundy hair, today she was dressed in a burnt orange and pink sun dress covered with gold Indian style embroidery.
"I don't know who he is exactly but I have a pretty good idea" Heather replied.
"Well, what does he look like?" Ethy asked, sitting forwards.
" Handsome and cocky, like a little boy in the body of an adult. He seemed to be hiding something, but I don't know I only saw him for a few moments and it was thirteen years ago" Heather replied, her eyes glazing over slightly. Ethy sighed with disappointment and then began to fiddle with one of the many scented candles. Suddenly there was a slamming noise on Heather's door and Mr Blau came charging into the room.
"Quick, you have to hide me!" He cried, Heather seemed prepared for this and shoved him under the bed.
"I can't hide there! There's underwear!" He cried.
"Well then those men with the pram wheels who are about to come charging in can just find you, how does that sound?" Heather asked, Mr Blau kept quiet. Heather's door then slammed open and two rough, burly men, one with an eye patch, came running into the tiny flat.
"Excuse me! What on earth are you doing in here?" Heather asked, raising an eye brow.
"Sorry Miss, we were looking for a shifty bloke with a fake beard" One of them said.
"Well, do you see a shifty bloke with a fake beard in here?" Heather asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"No, but I swore he ran in here" the second man said.
"He's moved to Canada" Ethy said helpfully, remembering what Mr Blau had told her to say before.
"Yes, Canada, it was very sudden" Ginger added.
"Canada?" The first man said doubtfully.
"But we saw him run in here!" The second one said, he was obviously the more intelligent of the two.
"Look, if you don't get out of my room now, I will see a terrible future in your path!" Heather said threateningly.
"Oh, so you can predict the future, little lady?" The first man said.
"Well I'm good at predicting what's going to happen in the next thirty seconds" Heather said, folding her arms. She turned to Ginger and Ethy.
"Girls, get behind the coffee table unless you want to be exploded by a lightning rod" Heather added.
"So we're going to be exploded in a lightning rod in the next thirty seconds?" The second man asked, raising an eyebrow with much difficulty.
"No, you only have 15 seconds now" Heather grinned and joined the girls under the table. It was at that second that Angelica came running up in her spacesuit, holding onto her precious lightning rod.
"I finally figured it out! We can power the Boarding House on portable lightning, see?" She cried and thrust the lightning rod into the men's arms. There was a horrifying silence as terrified expressions dawned on the men's faces and then there was a blackout. When the emergency generator turned on and the lights flickered back to life the two men were lying on the floor, alive but unconscious.
"How did you predict that would happen?" Ethy asked.
"I heard Angelica coming down from the roof, since mine was the closet flat I knew she would come in here" Heather said simply.
"Back to the drawing board" Angelica said miserably, picking up her lightning rod. Mr Blau peered out from under Heather's mattress shiftily .
"Are they gone?" He asked taking of his false beard.
"Well there unconscious" Ethy replied. Heather removed her wand and performed a Transportation charm causing the two men, Who woke up three hours later in Hawaii.
"Oh thanks guys, you really got me out of a tight bind there, heh heh" Mr Blau said, making for the door. However Angelica grabbed him firmly on the shoulders and steered him back into the flat.
"All right explain Mr Blau" Ethy said in her usual bossy practical tone.
****
Meanwhile, far away in a place called the Valley Of The Kings, the sun was beginning to set. It stained the sky a rich blood red as the chilly air of the desert began to replace the heat of the day. A young man with shiny black messy hair and tanned skin surveyed the full moon, which was beginning to rise. He was around thirty years old and was dressed in comfortable linen robes with his wand sticking out.
'Hi, I'm tour guide Bob' was written on a tag that had been pinned to his front.
"All right everyone, when the full moon rises I want you to all step five metres away from that patch of sand
OK?" He asked with a British accent. Dutifully the group moved away as far as possible. There was
something about that tour guide that urged you to listen to him and obey him, although no-one could put their finger on it.
The full moon slowly rose into the dark ribbon sky and as it did a shaft of light hit the sand. There was a sound of underground rumbling and the sand slowly began to disappear as if it was falling down a plug hole. Then there was a gurgling, sucking noise as the sand completely disappeared revealing a smooth marble staircase well worn with age. The tourists made surprised noises and Bob began to drone in a melodious voice.
"This hidden temple belonged to the great Egyptian Sorcerer, Hora the Mesmerising. He was famous for morphing his slaves into half-dragon, half-human beasts he was shot, stabbed, poisoned and eventually drowned in the Nile to get rid of him" The tourists followed Bob down the marble steps and into the temple. When they reached the bottom steps they noticed that they had entered a large cavernous room with walls painted in hieroglyphics.
As per-usual, they all made 'oohhhiiinng' and 'ahhiing' noises and there were puffs of purple smoke as they all frantically took pictures with their cameras. Bob sighed, this wasn't exactly how he imagined his life would be fourteen years ago.
Back then he had different name and a different identity. However that part of himself had died a long time ago, leaving nothing more but a shell. .Sometimes, however, in the darkness of the night, the memories that he tried so desperately to block would come creeping back into his sleep. It was always Summer in his memories when it was now Winter, cold and grey. She was always in his memories too, with her chestnut brown curls and permanently harassed expression. The pile of textbooks constantly spilling out of her arms and the way she would get that half smile on her face when he looked at her. However that was a long time ago and things had seemed so much simpler then. They were always there, his best friends, they were like brothers. He'd give anything to hear their voices even once more.
It was amazing and rather ironic that the one woman he knew would make him happy he would never see again.
He sighed and turned towards his tour group when something caught his eye. There was a crack in the temples wall, odd, there wasn't one the last full moon when he took down that group of American Witches. He peered at it closely and realised it looked like a crack in a door. He could see light coming in from the other end. He carefully touched the stone and realised that up until very recently it had been covered by compacted sand that had now eroded away.
"Excuse me Mr Tour-Guide...Sir? Does it matter if my daughter spilled Bertie Bott's Beans all over the shrine?" The voice of a harassed father called out. However Bob ignored this, he was staring intently at the hidden door, there was something about it that filled his head with voices, he was compelled to know what was on the other side.
He tapped the wall with his wand and muttered a powerful curse under his breath. It was known as the Revealing Charm and it could open any door under the right conditions. The tourists has wandered off to inspect the left side of the temple, leaving Bob virtually alone. There was a creaking, groaning noise as the granite was forced against the floor and the stale air of history swept past his nostrils.
The room was revealed as being a tiny alcove almost completely filled with cobwebs. In the centre of the room was a single golden chair, but the rest of the room was empty. Bob swept aside the cobwebs on one of the walls, disturbing long-dead spiders.
His eyes went wide as he observed the wall painting done in rich pigments. There were several cloaked figures surrounding a very familiar looking dark wizard with a snake-like face. On the edge was a stick figure of a boy surrounded by light, his eyes were bright green and his hair was jet black. Next to the boy was a young girl with chestnut hair holding a book and a young boy with silvery hair with a cat by his feet. Bob frowned slightly and pushed away more cobwebs, there was now a man with the same coloured green eyes and next to him....Was a child, a child with eyes and hair painted silver and a green jewel hung from her neck. Under the picture was a series of hieroglyphics. Bob had learnt to read them several years earlier when he began to work as a guide for the Cairo Magical Museum.
'The Boy Who Lived: The Prophecies of Hora' sprawled across his eyes in the shapes of birds and other objects. It was then that Bob passed out.
****
Mr Blau sagged onto Heather's bright blue carpet and sighed melodramatically. He then removed his fake beard, sunglasses and tinsel wig, under the disguise Mr Blau was a pleasant -faced young man with smooth olive skin and slightly slanted brown eyes. His hair was in dark brown spikes. Heather looked down at him and a flash entered her mind. It was nearly impossible to describe her psychic ability, it was something she used like turning on a light switch. She snapped it on and was startled and nauseated at the thought that had entered her mind. It was Mr Blau's future all right, and it looked extremely unpleasant.
"Well, you see, there was this idea" Mr Blau began.
"There was this idea that CmB enterprises had come up with. That's my uncle's company by the way, it stands for Colin Matthew Blau. You see the idea was, well, the worlds first baby carriage/broomstick. It was a miniature broomstick fitted onto the bottom of a babies carriage. It was designed so mothers could go broomstick flying without having to worry about their childrens safety. However, there was a small problem" Mr Blau said sheepishly.
"Let me guess, infants can't control broomsticks?" Ginger asked superiorly.
"In a nutshell" Mr Blau answered sheepishly.
"Those men, their babies were the test subjects, weren't they?" Heather asked and Mr Blau at least had the decency to look guilty.
"I didn't mean for it to happen, you know, it was an accident. How was I supposed to know that the baby would run into a flying horse? I didn't even know they had flying horses in Australia!" Mr Blau cried hysterically as mental images of the gigantic flying brumbies picking up the babies pram in it's teeth before dumping it on a cliff face in Darwin swam in his mind.
"You should have accounted for all possibilities Mr Blau, that's what a good inventor does" Angelica said sternly, Mr Blau suddenly noticed Angelica at his feet and threw himself down around her knees.
"You saved my life! I'm eternally greatful!" He yelled wrapping his arms around Angelica's legs.
"What does that mean?" Angelica answered nervously.
"It means I'll be your devoted servant, your slave! Forever and ever!" Mr Blau cried, thinking about kissing Angelica's silver space boots but finally going against the idea.
"Well.....I guess you could go and clean up the mess I left on the roof" Angelica said thoughtfully,
remembering the pile of cheese sandwiches she had left there several days earlier.
"Right on it chief!" Mr Blau said cheerfully, dashing out of the room.
"I wonder how long he'll last as Angelica's slave?" Ginger asked, Heather nodded wisely.
"I'd give him a week" she answered, a smile on her lips.
****
Her name was Rotten Rose and she was well known in the Orion, well known for being snobbish, vain and conceited, that is. She arrived on the Orion's front stoop, gliding down on her broomstick. It was a Phoenix Spirit 6000 of course, the very latest in broomstick technology. It even had a padded leather reclining seat and a drinks holder.
Rotten Rose hopped off the broomstick, patting her smooth, shiny black hair. She was half past thirteen with large blue eyes surrounded by thick black bashes and pale white skin with thick glossy red lips which seemed smooth and seductive. Rotten Rose put a brisk smile on her face and pulled her shirt down, just in case Zev happened to be home, you never knew.
She then reached for the door knocker. Just then the door slammed open offensively and a very harassed looking woman with bushy brown curls came charging out. Rose recognised her as being Ethy's mother, Miss Green, instantly. Rose's family didn't quite approve of Miss Green, after all there was never any sign of a Mr Green, and they could tell by her Muggle dress habits and colliquisims that she wasn't a pure blood wizard.
Rose just looked rather rudely away and marched up to the boarding houses doorway. Rotten Rose stalked onto the boarding houses' shabby carpet and immediately bumped into Alicia who was alphabetising carpet threads on the floor.
"What a bunch of weirdos" Rose hissed under her breath as she rather rudely stepped over the blonde.
****
Bob's eyes snapped open and the blinding pain began. His blurry vision focused on his boss, Marsha Heinez, a witch in her early forties with horn rimmed glasses and dead straight blonde hair cut into a no-nonsense bob.
"What happened?" Bob asked, he knew it was a cliché response but he couldn't think of anything else to ask. Marsha sighed with a mixture of motherly concern and annoyance. Bob had been working at the museum for nearly ten years.
Before that, however, no-one knew what he did. Everything about Bob was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He had a British accent, Marsha knew that much. He lived in a nice small apartment on the richer side of Cairo and knowing that he made next to peanuts at his job that meant he had money.
There was also a picture he kept in his desk drawer that Marsha had found after nosing around. It was of a young girl with bushy brown hair who was reading a book. The photograph was well worn around the edges as if being handled too often. He also had a snowy white owl, which was rare for Egypt.
"You passed out right in the middle of a tour. One of the tourists had to apparate so she could come and get me" Marsha said, slightly irritated although she was extremely concerned.
"I......I found a room" Bob managed to choke. Marsha looked at him quizzically.
"I remember, the tourist said she found you in an alcove but I thought that she didn't know what she was talking about" Marsha remarked.
"It was a room all right and the walls were covered with hieroglyphs" Bob stated, sitting up. He was outside the temple back on the cool Egyptian sand. Upwards he could see the inky black sky, but it was starting to stain blue from the approaching dawn.
"Quick, I have to show you the room before the sun rises and the temple closes up for another night" Bob said, grabbing Marsha's hand. Marsha tried to protest but somehow she couldn't stop herself. There was something about Bob that compelled people to follow him, even if it meant certain death.
***
Marsha rubbed the dust off her stylish maroon robes and followed Bob through the temples main room.
"Your being ridiculous Bob, wizard archaeologists have gone through this place with a fine tooth comb. There's nothing else to find" she groaned. Years ago she had been an assistant field worker on the site before it was opened to the public and she knew there was nothing left to find.
"Really, then what about this?" Bob asked, gesturing to the stone doorway which was barely open.
"Oh ... My" Marsha began.
***
Marsha pushed up her glasses and stared at the dusty hieroglyphs.
"They look genuine enough" she stated and then pulled a magical field reader out of her pocket. It was a small metal tube with several lights on it. One of the lights buzzed into life, it was blue, this meant the paint was at the very least five thousand years old.
"The Prophecies" Marsha began to read then trailed off into silence. Her speckled brown eyes went wide and she grew short of breath.
"Oh Bob, this is bad" she mumbled.
"Why? Why is it bad?" Bob asked desperately.
"It says here that a girl with silver hair and the heart of a dragon shall save the Boy Who Lived and defeat the Dark Lord" Marsha replied gravely.
"Why is that bad?" Bob asked, panicked, as sweat gathered at his brow.
"Everything this Sorcerer has predicted has come to pass. The rise of Voldemort, World War Two, the collapse of the Roman Empire. Yet this prophecy is too ridiculous to even contemplate" Marsha replied.
"And why is that?" Bob asked.
"Prophecies can be extremely cryptic at the best of times, but this one is clear. The Boy Who Lived is Harry Potter, Harry Potter has been missing- presumed dead- for nearly fourteen years" Marsha said. Bob backed away from her slightly.
"He's not missing, he's just been hiding for a very long time" Bob then said quietly and pushed his way out of the tiny alcove running into the temple.
"Bob, where are you going?" Marsha cried as she heard his footsteps pelting up the marble stairs.
"To contact an old friend" was his reply.
****
An owl flew onto Rotten Rose's head. It perched there and hooted madly, it then laid an egg.
"EEEEWWWWW" she screeched as her perfectly curled hair was ruined. She stamped her foot irritably as she climbed the stone steps leading into the boarding houses garden. Almost immediately she ran into Mr Blau, who was holding a large pile of glowing sheets, behind him Angelica was gleefully calling out instructions.
"Now, after you wash that nasty failure of a potion out of my sheets, I want you to find as many of the cats as possible and dye their fur different colours. I want you to then take them for a nice trip to the beach" she cried, waving her hands happily.
"But that doesn't make sense, why would you want me to dye their fur?" Mr Blau asked.
"Do you dare to question me and my methods, slave? That's it, from now on your going to clean my toilets!" She cried.
"But I already am cleaning your toilet" Mr Blau replied.
"Well then I'll make sure you wash my underwear as well" Angelica snapped back, glaring at the man.
Mr Blau shuddered visibly and noticed Rotten Rose. Remembering that Rose's family were very rich wizards he plastered a cheesy grin on his face.
"Hello Rose, my your hairs looking very wet and shiny today. Is that new hair gel?" Mr Blau asked hopefully. Rose just pushed him aside ruthlessly, a determined expression on her face. The next person she ran in to was Kelly, who was fast asleep in the middle of the lawn dressed in her pyjamas. Rose stepped over her angrily.
"Ethy?" She yelled, because by now she was feeling extremely annoyed.
There was no answer. Rose glared at the world in genuine and utter hatred.
***
Meanwhile, down and out in Chuton Alley reality had set in. Hermione leaned against a brick wall and stared at a Charms Seller, who was being patibulary loud in the morning market.
Shock usually takes a while to rear it's ugly head and now it had slapped her straight against the face. Draco had contacted her, the very idea was absurd but it had just happened. She had spent weeks, months, even years waiting for him, yet deep down she had always thought her waiting would come to nothing.
Oh lord, what was she thinking? What about Ethy? Darling little Ethy with her baseball caps and the way she acted as if she was thirteen going on thirty five. Much like Hermione had done when she was Ethy's age. How many times had she asked about her father? At least a thousand by now. Hermione hated lying to her but how was she supposed to tell Ethy and the other boarders the truth? That she had been in love with a Death Eater... That she was still in love with a Death Eater.
Why did Draco have to put this bombshell on her now? When things were going so well, Hermione had friends and a family with the other boarders. She also had a great job and a wonderful- if frustrating- daughter.
Also, what was this about the necklace? It had been years since she had given it a second thought. It almost became part of her, as if she was protecting something no-one else could see. Hiding it in an underwear draw wouldn't do, no, she had to get away to get rid of it properly....but the question was where?