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 Five
A smooth berry colour with just an edge of glitter glided onto Heather's lips as she quickly and expertly put on a fresh coat of Bewitched Magical all-day lipstick. She snapped the lid back on with a reassuring sound and tossed it back into her handbag. Mr Blau stared at the wooden table in the hospitals cafeteria, then up at Heather.
"So..." He began nervously. He had known Heather for over thirteen years, since she had moved into the boarding house as a teenager, but he still felt nervous around her.
"Yes?" Heather asked briskly, staring down at the already nervous Mr Blau.
" Um... Err, you don't happen to have a spare tissue with you?" He managed to choke out of his now dry throat. Heather looked at him quizzically with her heavily eyelined hazel eyes and then wordlessly reached into her handbag, pulling out a tissue. Just then Angelica came storming up to the table and sat down, a frustrated and angry expression on her face.
"What's wrong now?" Heather asked, an amused grin on her face. Angelica looked shifty over her shoulder.
"Is Ethy around?" She asked.
"No, she went to get something to eat" Mr Blau answered. Angelica looked swiftly at him, then clicked her fingers which was her signal for her slave to start dancing for her amusement.
"No Please!" Mr Blau cried, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Now, Slave!" Angelica ordered. Mr Blau rolled his eyes and stuck out his arms vertically bent at the elbows. He then bent his knees in a crouching position and began to sway from side to side, singing in a humiliated voice.
"Spider dance, I'm dancing like a spider, up up the waterspout" Angelica just gave a wicked grin and turned to Heather. Heather and Angelica, despite there differences were best friends, after all they had arrived at the boarding house the same day and were, after all, related.
"I think I know what's up with that mysterious Bob dude" she smirked, chewing on a strand of her bright red hair. Heather leaned forwards, ignoring the sounds of Mr Blau's off key singing.
"Really, what?" She asked. She sensed that there was something quite not right with the mysterious visitor, but she couldn't see what.
"I think he might have been Hermione's ex-boy friend? You know, the one that left her and Ethy!" Angelica cried. Heather was about to remark on how ridiculous it was when Ethy came up to the table holding a tray. She gave Mr Blau a quizzical look, who was now singing Britney Spears' latest single, complete with torrid movements.
"I can't believe that Muggle popstars still famous, wasn't she around when you were kids?" Ethy asked, squeezing in between Heather and Angelica. There was no answer, though as soon as Heather was about to open her mouth a high pitched scream erupted from Angelica's throat.
"Holy fudge!" She cried, pointing down at the food on Ethy's plate. Mr Blau stopped mid highkick and the middle C note he was belting out died immediately.
"Angelica what's wrong?" Ethy asked, her heart thumping in her chest.
"What the heck is that?" Angelica asked, pointing a quivering finger at Ethy's plate.
"It's Jelly Angelica, they have jelly at the boarding house on Friday nights...remember?" Heather said reassuringly.
"Yes, but that Jelly is round and has whipped cream on the top...and pieces of peach in it. This Jelly! It's bright green and it's wobbling. Is it alive?" She shrieked hysterically.
"No....This jelly's just different than Anna Maria's, it's made by the drumful, you see, which accounts for it's strange appearance" Mr Blau said, slightly un-nerved by Angelica's hysterics. Angelica leaned forward, an intent glitter in her green eyes.
"Fascinating, they seem to make these in cubes and there so soft yet durable, imagine the possibilities of using them for building!" Angelica cried, peering at the green goo.
"Ethy, why don't you stay with Angelica.....and the green goo....while Mr Blau and I go check on your mother" Heather answered, grabbing Mr Blau by the collar.
"What was that for?" Mr Blau asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
"I needed to talk to you in private" Heather hissed, linking her elbow with his.
"Well if you want to talk in private, how about the broom closet? I can leave the lights on" Mr Blau grinned, raising an eyebrow, Heather just glared at him.
"One glimpse of underwear under my bed and you think you can hit on me? Be serious!" She said, rolling her eyes.
"Well then, Miss-Up-Herself , why do you want to talk to me in private?" Mr Blau asked in a rather snooty tone of voice.
"It's about that Bob guy, you know, the apparent old friend of Hermione's? Well Angelica claims that he might be Ethy's father" Heather said as they walked briskly up the corridor to Hermione's room.
"Ethy's father....but that's impossible!" Mr Blau cried.
"That's what I thought, but who else could he be? I've been racking my memory for what he looked like thirteen years ago but I can barely remember anything. I only saw him briefly" Heather answered as they stopped at Hermione's door.
"Do you think we should, well, you know....confront him?" Mr Blau asked nervously as they approached Hermione's room.
"I don't know, what if were wrong?" Heather answered as they entered the hospital room. Bob, if that was his real name, was still sitting in the same cold plastic chair, an intent expression on her face.
"Errr... Hello" Mr Blau began rather uncomfortably. Bob looked up at Heather and Mr Blau briefly, then continued to stare at his hands. Heather looked at him intently, as if trying to get some sort of clue to whom he was.
Bob shifted uncomfortably under the strange woman's gaze, he looked up at her finally. She was medium height and womanly with dark hair and large dark eyes surrounded with thick black lashes.
"How do you know her?" Bobs cracked voice asked finally after a lengthy pause.
"We live with her at the Orion Boarding House for Witches and Wizards" Heather answered calmly.
"Have you known her very long?" Bob asked once again, although it seemed as if his mind was elsewhere.
"We met her just before Ethy was born, that was thirteen years ago" Heather answered, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. She and Mr Blau sat on the two remaining plastic chairs.
"You don't really know who she is, do you?" Bob said and looked up at Heather. For a brief second his eyes looked green.
"Of course we do, she's Hermione Green" Mr Blau answered for Heather, feeling rather testy. Bob was getting on his nerves.
"You don't know everything about her" Bob then laughed softly until it harshly filled the room.
"You don't even know her real name" he said, a grin forming on his lips. However the grin was twisted and disorientated in the grim hospital lights. Mr Blau grabbed Heather's hand and pulled her out of the hospital room.
****
"The award for amateur psycho goes to..." Mr Blau drawled as soon as they exited the room.
"He's not Psycho, his upset about Ethy" Heather answered calmly.
"How can you tell?" Mr Blau asked curiously, Heather rolled her eyes. It was hard hanging around people who weren't psychic.
"His Aura, it was out of distortion, bright colours everywhere. That means his suffered a recent shock and I'm guessing anything it was Ethy. Look I'll have to drive back to the Boarding House soon to get Ethy's things and a change of clothes, you can stay here and look after Ethy until Angelica and I get back" Heather answered, running her hands through her messy dark hair.
"Well why can't I go back with you?" Mr Blau asked, the idea of staying in the same room with that Bob guy any longer made his skin crawl.
"Fine, but if Angelica ends up trying to make a boyfriend out of dead bodies again I will kill you!" Heather replied briskly.
***
Meanwhile in a sleazy wizards nightclub on the edge of Diagon Alley, a young man was shaking his groove thing. Dressed in skin tight pants with his copper curls slicked back, he was enough to make any girl swoon. However, he wasn't your regular party animal, no, he was an agent undercover.
Someone brushed against him suddenly, disturbing his dancing. He looked over his shoulder and saw a young woman with cropped black hair in a shiny perfect bob and way too much eyeliner.
"The fruit cocktails are on special tonight" she hissed. The young man nodded, understanding.
"Are there any passionfruit ones today?" He asked, expecting her to say no. But her brown eyes went wide.
"Yes!" She whispered. His blue eyes went wide and he pushed away from his current dancing partner, a woman with long straight died blue hair and too much glitter on her cheekbones.
"Sorry baby, I'll have to take a raincheck on this dance" he said, flashing his partner a wicked grin. She pouted but didn't say anything as he moved briskly out of the nightclub, the Gothic girl following him nearly.
"Are you sure you saw him?" The young man hissed, she nodded, a scared expression on her face. He lifted his wand and muttered "Lumos" under his breath lighting up the alleyway. There was nothing there, except a bin oozing with rubbish and a few flies buzzing above it.
"Are you absolutely sure you saw him?" The young man asked the Gothic woman.
"Yes, of course I'm sure!" She replied, her voice tinted slightly with an Asian accent. Behind the rubbish bin there was a sound and a figure emerged swiftly from where it had been hiding.
"Weasley" the figure said, raising his wand.
"Malfoy!" The young man said back, a stern expression planted on his face. Draco's eyes turned to Ron's partner, a young Asian woman with Gothic make-up and short black hair. She was dressed in a tight fitting black turtle neck sweater and a pair of black leggings.
"Who's the kid ?" He asked, glaring at her with his cold silver grey eyes.
"I happen to be Agent Twilight from the Cambodian branch of Aurors" she replied, her brown eyes flashing angrily.
"Really? I didn't know they excepted children as agents, they must be getting sneakier" Draco replied, an amused expression forming on his pale lips.
"I happen to be twenty two" she replied seriously.
"I assure you, Malfoy, Agent Twilight is more than qualified. She's been my partner since she graduated
from Auror school a year ago and has been extremely successful" Ron replied encouragingly, glancing at the angry Gothic woman nervously. No-one but himself had seen her mad.
"I have some news for you, Weasley, you and the Order Of The Phoenix" Draco replied, talking about the elite squad that was fighting against the rise of Lord Voldemort.
"It better be good Draco, your treading on thin ice you know, I'm still not convinced your entirely on our side" Ron said coldly.
"I choose to be on whatever side is convenient, you know that Ron. I came here at great personal risk to tell you that Voldemort has resumed searching for that Jewel, the one Hermione found fourteen years ago" Draco replied.
"Why is that information important? he's been searching for that jewel for nearly fourteen years" Ron replied.
"It is important and it has to do with Potter. He's sending Death Eaters across the globe searching for that Jewel. It needs to be hidden until the next full moon and if it is then this will all be over" Draco answered.
"Why? what's so important about this jewel thing any way" Agent Twilight snapped, trying to contribute.
"Believe me kid, Ron and I have been trying to figure that out for the last thirteen years" he answered before he disappeared suddenly in front of their eyes.
***
"Well?" Agent Twilight asked, glaring at Ron.
"Well what Marina?" Ron asked, referring to Agent Twilight's first name.
"You didn't show him the newspaper article! the one we discovered about your friend" Marina Twilight answered, putting her hands on her jutting hips.
"My Auror senses were tingling, I don't know whether we should trust him. I want to keep Hermione and Ethy safe" Ron replied.
"Ethy? isn't she that mans daughter?" Marina said, as if trying to figure out a puzzle.
"Your smarter than I thought Marina, come on lets go inside and boogie" Ron said, putting his arm around her waist. Marina pushed him away from her immediately.
"It's against Auror regulations to miss-conduct with their superior!" she snapped, walking a fair few feet ahead of him.
"According to you it's against regulations to do anything!" Ron replied, rolling his eyes.
***
"Can we please listen to something besides Blink182?"Mr Blau moaned.
"I told you, the tapes stuck in there thanks to Angelica's little fiasco with maple syrup last summer" Heather replied, her eyes remaining affixed on the road.
"Why do you even have Blink182 anyway? they're a Muggle band" Mr Blau replied, staring out the car window. It was now early morning.
"It belongs to my stepbrother William. He's a Muggle" Heather replied, as 'All The Small Things' came up again.
"Your stepbrothers a Muggle?" Mr Blau answered, slightly shocked.
"And my stepmother. My real mother died when I was three" Heather said briskly.
"She died?" Mr Blau replied, not quite knowing exactly what to say. Both of his parents were still alive and healthy.
"Yes she died. Alot of people do die, you know, it's not just something you read about in the newspaper" Heather snapped. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. The only sound was of Mark Hopus wailing the lyrics to 'Pathetic'.
"How did she die?" Mr Blau asked, unable to resist himself. Heather just sighed deeply.
"She was a herbologist, there was a mishap with a fully grown Mandrake and she died instantly" Heather replied.
"Well, you know I am sorry...really" Mr Blau said sympathetically, turning to Heather.
"No it's Okay, I get sick of everyone saying they're sorry. Anyway it makes me feel like some sort of freak" Heather replied.
"How old were you when your father remarried?" Mr Blau asked.
"Thirteen, the same age as Ethy. I guess I can feel what she's going through, to suddenly have your whole world turned upside-down on the brink of adolescence" Heather said quietly, although she refused to say anything more.
"I wonder what that Bob guy meant" Mr Blau said finally.
"About what?" Heather asked, distracted, as they passed the local train station, they were only about twenty minutes away from home now.
"About not knowing Hermione's real name. It was spooky the way he said it, you know? almost as if he was judging us" Mr Blau said quietly, as if Bob was listening in. Heather nodded, surprised that Mr Blau had summed up her feelings completely.
"I don't think Green's her maiden name, I think it was the name of her husband. She was married you know, I remember Ethy's father introduced himself as her husband before he left" Heather said, trying desperately to remember more.
"All I know is that I don't like that Bob guy" Mr Blau replied.
"That's only because you have a thing for Hermione, and your Jealous of him because he might be Ethy's real father" Heather smiled.
"I do not have a thing for Hermione, I only tried to chat her up for practise, so when I meet the perfect woman I wont look like some sort of blathering idiot"Mr Blau replied smugly.
"Interesting strategy, but how do you know when you do meet the right girl?" Heather said, almost laughing.
"I'll tell her my first name" Mr Blau said in a wistful tone of voice, Heather looked at him strangely as they drove up the street leading to the boarding house. It was such an odd thing to say. However, she dismissed it as they pulled up the driveway to the boarding house.
****
As soon as they entered a blood curdling scream and a choking sob sounded from the rooftop.
"What the hell was that?" Mr Blau asked as Heather raced up the carpeted steps. Puffing and panting, she reached the top and pulled open the door leading up to the rooftop. Silhouetted in the doorway was Dave the herbalist, crouching on the ground his shoulders shaking and tears in his eyes.
Everyone knew about Dave's garden, he moved to the boarding house six years previously and with Guiseppe's permission had set his work up on the rooftop. Now the rooftop, which a few years ago had been a grimy avoidable place with splashes of tar and oil was a tiny little oasis in the middle of the city.
The arm rails were covered in creeping vines and one side had bright pink roses. The other side that was shielded from nosy Muggle neighbours was filled with boxes of the more interesting plants. The cement had managed to grow several inches of fire-grass by some miracle, a magical type of grass which was usually the cause of the infamous Australian bushfires. There was also several blooming sleep lilies, whose pollen was used as the key ingredient in sleeping potions. There were other strange and beautiful flowers. However, Mr Blau and Heather knew from past experience to stay away from them.
Dave was still sitting on the hard, grey cement, bawling his eyes out. It was the sort of crying that involved the whole body, with shaking shoulders heavy panting and sifting. Lying forlornly next to him was a small, dead pale-blue rose.
"Oh no, the Moon flower!" Heather cried, suddenly understanding . The Moon flower was Dave's pride and joy, it was nearly impossible to grow them in Australia's dusty hot climate.
"It's dead! and that little hyperactive harpy did it!" Dave howled, running his hands through his longish flaxen-colour hair. Mr Blau just looked away from Dave with disgust. In his opinion a grown man shouldn't cry over a dead plant.
"Who?" Heather asked.
"That cousin of yours….. Angelica! Who other hyperactive little brat could I possibly know!" Dave cried, his watery blue eyes filling with tears.
"Wait a minute, Angelica is your cousin?" Mr Blau asked Heather, clearly shocked.
"Yes, but that's not important. Dave, how could have Angelica killed your Moonflower? she's been at the hospital all this time?" Heather stated, carefully treading over to Dave so she would have more room to stand.
"It was that damn potion she was working on! the one that made her room glow bright green. She stored it in the watering can and when I watered my precious Moon flower, it shrivelled up and died!" Dave howled, practically ripping out his hair.
"Oh, for Pete's sake calm down! it's just a plant!" Mr Blau snapped. Dave turned to him, wild eyed and furious.
"It isn't just a plant! It's a Moonflower! it only blooms once every century you fools. It's nearly impossible to grow! it's the only known cure for the terrible magical disease known as Mustraliouser" Dave cried.
"Mustraliouser?" Mr Blau asked, clearly confused.
"It's when a persons skin turns bright green and they can only speak in rhyme" Heather answered.
"Oh yeah, like I really believe that" Mr Blau answered.
****
"All right, now I want you to remember you have to pose as my fiancé, Marina" Ron said to her as they sat in their seats on the Muggle airplane.
"Wont they be suspicious of you, Agent Weasley?" Marina replied, glancing around the plane nervously.
"I have entered the boarding house numerous times under the disguise of Ron Green, Hermione's no good half-brother. They will probably think I heard about the accident and came to see my sister and niece" Ron replied smoothly without missing a beat.
"I still don't see why we couldn't just ride our broomsticks" Marina said bitterly.
"Because long distance broomstick riding would be to easy to trace" Ron said, fastening his seat belt.
"Well, this Muggle thing …called a plane? Yes, it makes me nervous. How can a tube of metal stay in the air without flying charms?" Marina asked.
"You mean you have never been on an aeroplane before?" Ron asked, scarcely able to believe it.
"I lived in a ruined Cambodian temple hidden in the jungle with many other wizard and witches who were refugees from a Muggle war. Up until a few years ago I had never even experienced electricity" Marina hissed. Suddenly the movie screen at the front of the aeroplane turned on with the companies logo.
"What's that?" Marina shrieked.
"It's a sort of nearly magic way to watch moving pictures, you put these little black things in your ears and you'll be able to hear sound" Ron said carefully.
"What does it want?" Marina asked, eyeing the screen apprehensively. Ron sighed and stared out of the planes window…. it was going to be a long flight.
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 Five
A smooth berry colour with just an edge of glitter glided onto Heather's lips as she quickly and expertly put on a fresh coat of Bewitched Magical all-day lipstick. She snapped the lid back on with a reassuring sound and tossed it back into her handbag. Mr Blau stared at the wooden table in the hospitals cafeteria, then up at Heather.
"So..." He began nervously. He had known Heather for over thirteen years, since she had moved into the boarding house as a teenager, but he still felt nervous around her.
"Yes?" Heather asked briskly, staring down at the already nervous Mr Blau.
" Um... Err, you don't happen to have a spare tissue with you?" He managed to choke out of his now dry throat. Heather looked at him quizzically with her heavily eyelined hazel eyes and then wordlessly reached into her handbag, pulling out a tissue. Just then Angelica came storming up to the table and sat down, a frustrated and angry expression on her face.
"What's wrong now?" Heather asked, an amused grin on her face. Angelica looked shifty over her shoulder.
"Is Ethy around?" She asked.
"No, she went to get something to eat" Mr Blau answered. Angelica looked swiftly at him, then clicked her fingers which was her signal for her slave to start dancing for her amusement.
"No Please!" Mr Blau cried, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Now, Slave!" Angelica ordered. Mr Blau rolled his eyes and stuck out his arms vertically bent at the elbows. He then bent his knees in a crouching position and began to sway from side to side, singing in a humiliated voice.
"Spider dance, I'm dancing like a spider, up up the waterspout" Angelica just gave a wicked grin and turned to Heather. Heather and Angelica, despite there differences were best friends, after all they had arrived at the boarding house the same day and were, after all, related.
"I think I know what's up with that mysterious Bob dude" she smirked, chewing on a strand of her bright red hair. Heather leaned forwards, ignoring the sounds of Mr Blau's off key singing.
"Really, what?" She asked. She sensed that there was something quite not right with the mysterious visitor, but she couldn't see what.
"I think he might have been Hermione's ex-boy friend? You know, the one that left her and Ethy!" Angelica cried. Heather was about to remark on how ridiculous it was when Ethy came up to the table holding a tray. She gave Mr Blau a quizzical look, who was now singing Britney Spears' latest single, complete with torrid movements.
"I can't believe that Muggle popstars still famous, wasn't she around when you were kids?" Ethy asked, squeezing in between Heather and Angelica. There was no answer, though as soon as Heather was about to open her mouth a high pitched scream erupted from Angelica's throat.
"Holy fudge!" She cried, pointing down at the food on Ethy's plate. Mr Blau stopped mid highkick and the middle C note he was belting out died immediately.
"Angelica what's wrong?" Ethy asked, her heart thumping in her chest.
"What the heck is that?" Angelica asked, pointing a quivering finger at Ethy's plate.
"It's Jelly Angelica, they have jelly at the boarding house on Friday nights...remember?" Heather said reassuringly.
"Yes, but that Jelly is round and has whipped cream on the top...and pieces of peach in it. This Jelly! It's bright green and it's wobbling. Is it alive?" She shrieked hysterically.
"No....This jelly's just different than Anna Maria's, it's made by the drumful, you see, which accounts for it's strange appearance" Mr Blau said, slightly un-nerved by Angelica's hysterics. Angelica leaned forward, an intent glitter in her green eyes.
"Fascinating, they seem to make these in cubes and there so soft yet durable, imagine the possibilities of using them for building!" Angelica cried, peering at the green goo.
"Ethy, why don't you stay with Angelica.....and the green goo....while Mr Blau and I go check on your mother" Heather answered, grabbing Mr Blau by the collar.
"What was that for?" Mr Blau asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
"I needed to talk to you in private" Heather hissed, linking her elbow with his.
"Well if you want to talk in private, how about the broom closet? I can leave the lights on" Mr Blau grinned, raising an eyebrow, Heather just glared at him.
"One glimpse of underwear under my bed and you think you can hit on me? Be serious!" She said, rolling her eyes.
"Well then, Miss-Up-Herself , why do you want to talk to me in private?" Mr Blau asked in a rather snooty tone of voice.
"It's about that Bob guy, you know, the apparent old friend of Hermione's? Well Angelica claims that he might be Ethy's father" Heather said as they walked briskly up the corridor to Hermione's room.
"Ethy's father....but that's impossible!" Mr Blau cried.
"That's what I thought, but who else could he be? I've been racking my memory for what he looked like thirteen years ago but I can barely remember anything. I only saw him briefly" Heather answered as they stopped at Hermione's door.
"Do you think we should, well, you know....confront him?" Mr Blau asked nervously as they approached Hermione's room.
"I don't know, what if were wrong?" Heather answered as they entered the hospital room. Bob, if that was his real name, was still sitting in the same cold plastic chair, an intent expression on her face.
"Errr... Hello" Mr Blau began rather uncomfortably. Bob looked up at Heather and Mr Blau briefly, then continued to stare at his hands. Heather looked at him intently, as if trying to get some sort of clue to whom he was.
Bob shifted uncomfortably under the strange woman's gaze, he looked up at her finally. She was medium height and womanly with dark hair and large dark eyes surrounded with thick black lashes.
"How do you know her?" Bobs cracked voice asked finally after a lengthy pause.
"We live with her at the Orion Boarding House for Witches and Wizards" Heather answered calmly.
"Have you known her very long?" Bob asked once again, although it seemed as if his mind was elsewhere.
"We met her just before Ethy was born, that was thirteen years ago" Heather answered, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. She and Mr Blau sat on the two remaining plastic chairs.
"You don't really know who she is, do you?" Bob said and looked up at Heather. For a brief second his eyes looked green.
"Of course we do, she's Hermione Green" Mr Blau answered for Heather, feeling rather testy. Bob was getting on his nerves.
"You don't know everything about her" Bob then laughed softly until it harshly filled the room.
"You don't even know her real name" he said, a grin forming on his lips. However the grin was twisted and disorientated in the grim hospital lights. Mr Blau grabbed Heather's hand and pulled her out of the hospital room.
****
"The award for amateur psycho goes to..." Mr Blau drawled as soon as they exited the room.
"He's not Psycho, his upset about Ethy" Heather answered calmly.
"How can you tell?" Mr Blau asked curiously, Heather rolled her eyes. It was hard hanging around people who weren't psychic.
"His Aura, it was out of distortion, bright colours everywhere. That means his suffered a recent shock and I'm guessing anything it was Ethy. Look I'll have to drive back to the Boarding House soon to get Ethy's things and a change of clothes, you can stay here and look after Ethy until Angelica and I get back" Heather answered, running her hands through her messy dark hair.
"Well why can't I go back with you?" Mr Blau asked, the idea of staying in the same room with that Bob guy any longer made his skin crawl.
"Fine, but if Angelica ends up trying to make a boyfriend out of dead bodies again I will kill you!" Heather replied briskly.
***
Meanwhile in a sleazy wizards nightclub on the edge of Diagon Alley, a young man was shaking his groove thing. Dressed in skin tight pants with his copper curls slicked back, he was enough to make any girl swoon. However, he wasn't your regular party animal, no, he was an agent undercover.
Someone brushed against him suddenly, disturbing his dancing. He looked over his shoulder and saw a young woman with cropped black hair in a shiny perfect bob and way too much eyeliner.
"The fruit cocktails are on special tonight" she hissed. The young man nodded, understanding.
"Are there any passionfruit ones today?" He asked, expecting her to say no. But her brown eyes went wide.
"Yes!" She whispered. His blue eyes went wide and he pushed away from his current dancing partner, a woman with long straight died blue hair and too much glitter on her cheekbones.
"Sorry baby, I'll have to take a raincheck on this dance" he said, flashing his partner a wicked grin. She pouted but didn't say anything as he moved briskly out of the nightclub, the Gothic girl following him nearly.
"Are you sure you saw him?" The young man hissed, she nodded, a scared expression on her face. He lifted his wand and muttered "Lumos" under his breath lighting up the alleyway. There was nothing there, except a bin oozing with rubbish and a few flies buzzing above it.
"Are you absolutely sure you saw him?" The young man asked the Gothic woman.
"Yes, of course I'm sure!" She replied, her voice tinted slightly with an Asian accent. Behind the rubbish bin there was a sound and a figure emerged swiftly from where it had been hiding.
"Weasley" the figure said, raising his wand.
"Malfoy!" The young man said back, a stern expression planted on his face. Draco's eyes turned to Ron's partner, a young Asian woman with Gothic make-up and short black hair. She was dressed in a tight fitting black turtle neck sweater and a pair of black leggings.
"Who's the kid ?" He asked, glaring at her with his cold silver grey eyes.
"I happen to be Agent Twilight from the Cambodian branch of Aurors" she replied, her brown eyes flashing angrily.
"Really? I didn't know they excepted children as agents, they must be getting sneakier" Draco replied, an amused expression forming on his pale lips.
"I happen to be twenty two" she replied seriously.
"I assure you, Malfoy, Agent Twilight is more than qualified. She's been my partner since she graduated
from Auror school a year ago and has been extremely successful" Ron replied encouragingly, glancing at the angry Gothic woman nervously. No-one but himself had seen her mad.
"I have some news for you, Weasley, you and the Order Of The Phoenix" Draco replied, talking about the elite squad that was fighting against the rise of Lord Voldemort.
"It better be good Draco, your treading on thin ice you know, I'm still not convinced your entirely on our side" Ron said coldly.
"I choose to be on whatever side is convenient, you know that Ron. I came here at great personal risk to tell you that Voldemort has resumed searching for that Jewel, the one Hermione found fourteen years ago" Draco replied.
"Why is that information important? he's been searching for that jewel for nearly fourteen years" Ron replied.
"It is important and it has to do with Potter. He's sending Death Eaters across the globe searching for that Jewel. It needs to be hidden until the next full moon and if it is then this will all be over" Draco answered.
"Why? what's so important about this jewel thing any way" Agent Twilight snapped, trying to contribute.
"Believe me kid, Ron and I have been trying to figure that out for the last thirteen years" he answered before he disappeared suddenly in front of their eyes.
***
"Well?" Agent Twilight asked, glaring at Ron.
"Well what Marina?" Ron asked, referring to Agent Twilight's first name.
"You didn't show him the newspaper article! the one we discovered about your friend" Marina Twilight answered, putting her hands on her jutting hips.
"My Auror senses were tingling, I don't know whether we should trust him. I want to keep Hermione and Ethy safe" Ron replied.
"Ethy? isn't she that mans daughter?" Marina said, as if trying to figure out a puzzle.
"Your smarter than I thought Marina, come on lets go inside and boogie" Ron said, putting his arm around her waist. Marina pushed him away from her immediately.
"It's against Auror regulations to miss-conduct with their superior!" she snapped, walking a fair few feet ahead of him.
"According to you it's against regulations to do anything!" Ron replied, rolling his eyes.
***
"Can we please listen to something besides Blink182?"Mr Blau moaned.
"I told you, the tapes stuck in there thanks to Angelica's little fiasco with maple syrup last summer" Heather replied, her eyes remaining affixed on the road.
"Why do you even have Blink182 anyway? they're a Muggle band" Mr Blau replied, staring out the car window. It was now early morning.
"It belongs to my stepbrother William. He's a Muggle" Heather replied, as 'All The Small Things' came up again.
"Your stepbrothers a Muggle?" Mr Blau answered, slightly shocked.
"And my stepmother. My real mother died when I was three" Heather said briskly.
"She died?" Mr Blau replied, not quite knowing exactly what to say. Both of his parents were still alive and healthy.
"Yes she died. Alot of people do die, you know, it's not just something you read about in the newspaper" Heather snapped. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. The only sound was of Mark Hopus wailing the lyrics to 'Pathetic'.
"How did she die?" Mr Blau asked, unable to resist himself. Heather just sighed deeply.
"She was a herbologist, there was a mishap with a fully grown Mandrake and she died instantly" Heather replied.
"Well, you know I am sorry...really" Mr Blau said sympathetically, turning to Heather.
"No it's Okay, I get sick of everyone saying they're sorry. Anyway it makes me feel like some sort of freak" Heather replied.
"How old were you when your father remarried?" Mr Blau asked.
"Thirteen, the same age as Ethy. I guess I can feel what she's going through, to suddenly have your whole world turned upside-down on the brink of adolescence" Heather said quietly, although she refused to say anything more.
"I wonder what that Bob guy meant" Mr Blau said finally.
"About what?" Heather asked, distracted, as they passed the local train station, they were only about twenty minutes away from home now.
"About not knowing Hermione's real name. It was spooky the way he said it, you know? almost as if he was judging us" Mr Blau said quietly, as if Bob was listening in. Heather nodded, surprised that Mr Blau had summed up her feelings completely.
"I don't think Green's her maiden name, I think it was the name of her husband. She was married you know, I remember Ethy's father introduced himself as her husband before he left" Heather said, trying desperately to remember more.
"All I know is that I don't like that Bob guy" Mr Blau replied.
"That's only because you have a thing for Hermione, and your Jealous of him because he might be Ethy's real father" Heather smiled.
"I do not have a thing for Hermione, I only tried to chat her up for practise, so when I meet the perfect woman I wont look like some sort of blathering idiot"Mr Blau replied smugly.
"Interesting strategy, but how do you know when you do meet the right girl?" Heather said, almost laughing.
"I'll tell her my first name" Mr Blau said in a wistful tone of voice, Heather looked at him strangely as they drove up the street leading to the boarding house. It was such an odd thing to say. However, she dismissed it as they pulled up the driveway to the boarding house.
****
As soon as they entered a blood curdling scream and a choking sob sounded from the rooftop.
"What the hell was that?" Mr Blau asked as Heather raced up the carpeted steps. Puffing and panting, she reached the top and pulled open the door leading up to the rooftop. Silhouetted in the doorway was Dave the herbalist, crouching on the ground his shoulders shaking and tears in his eyes.
Everyone knew about Dave's garden, he moved to the boarding house six years previously and with Guiseppe's permission had set his work up on the rooftop. Now the rooftop, which a few years ago had been a grimy avoidable place with splashes of tar and oil was a tiny little oasis in the middle of the city.
The arm rails were covered in creeping vines and one side had bright pink roses. The other side that was shielded from nosy Muggle neighbours was filled with boxes of the more interesting plants. The cement had managed to grow several inches of fire-grass by some miracle, a magical type of grass which was usually the cause of the infamous Australian bushfires. There was also several blooming sleep lilies, whose pollen was used as the key ingredient in sleeping potions. There were other strange and beautiful flowers. However, Mr Blau and Heather knew from past experience to stay away from them.
Dave was still sitting on the hard, grey cement, bawling his eyes out. It was the sort of crying that involved the whole body, with shaking shoulders heavy panting and sifting. Lying forlornly next to him was a small, dead pale-blue rose.
"Oh no, the Moon flower!" Heather cried, suddenly understanding . The Moon flower was Dave's pride and joy, it was nearly impossible to grow them in Australia's dusty hot climate.
"It's dead! and that little hyperactive harpy did it!" Dave howled, running his hands through his longish flaxen-colour hair. Mr Blau just looked away from Dave with disgust. In his opinion a grown man shouldn't cry over a dead plant.
"Who?" Heather asked.
"That cousin of yours….. Angelica! Who other hyperactive little brat could I possibly know!" Dave cried, his watery blue eyes filling with tears.
"Wait a minute, Angelica is your cousin?" Mr Blau asked Heather, clearly shocked.
"Yes, but that's not important. Dave, how could have Angelica killed your Moonflower? she's been at the hospital all this time?" Heather stated, carefully treading over to Dave so she would have more room to stand.
"It was that damn potion she was working on! the one that made her room glow bright green. She stored it in the watering can and when I watered my precious Moon flower, it shrivelled up and died!" Dave howled, practically ripping out his hair.
"Oh, for Pete's sake calm down! it's just a plant!" Mr Blau snapped. Dave turned to him, wild eyed and furious.
"It isn't just a plant! It's a Moonflower! it only blooms once every century you fools. It's nearly impossible to grow! it's the only known cure for the terrible magical disease known as Mustraliouser" Dave cried.
"Mustraliouser?" Mr Blau asked, clearly confused.
"It's when a persons skin turns bright green and they can only speak in rhyme" Heather answered.
"Oh yeah, like I really believe that" Mr Blau answered.
****
"All right, now I want you to remember you have to pose as my fiancé, Marina" Ron said to her as they sat in their seats on the Muggle airplane.
"Wont they be suspicious of you, Agent Weasley?" Marina replied, glancing around the plane nervously.
"I have entered the boarding house numerous times under the disguise of Ron Green, Hermione's no good half-brother. They will probably think I heard about the accident and came to see my sister and niece" Ron replied smoothly without missing a beat.
"I still don't see why we couldn't just ride our broomsticks" Marina said bitterly.
"Because long distance broomstick riding would be to easy to trace" Ron said, fastening his seat belt.
"Well, this Muggle thing …called a plane? Yes, it makes me nervous. How can a tube of metal stay in the air without flying charms?" Marina asked.
"You mean you have never been on an aeroplane before?" Ron asked, scarcely able to believe it.
"I lived in a ruined Cambodian temple hidden in the jungle with many other wizard and witches who were refugees from a Muggle war. Up until a few years ago I had never even experienced electricity" Marina hissed. Suddenly the movie screen at the front of the aeroplane turned on with the companies logo.
"What's that?" Marina shrieked.
"It's a sort of nearly magic way to watch moving pictures, you put these little black things in your ears and you'll be able to hear sound" Ron said carefully.
"What does it want?" Marina asked, eyeing the screen apprehensively. Ron sighed and stared out of the planes window…. it was going to be a long flight.