None of the following characters are mine except Gem, Mara, Rae and Harriet. They are all mine. But the rest are all J.K.'s and T.P.'s.
And Gryffindor's Gem has got the Quaffle. That girl is really speeding down the pitch. Hufflepuff's Mara tries to get it off her and fails. And will Gem be scoring a goal? Yes she will! That's 70-40 to Gryffindor! And I don't think Hufflepuff wil catch up as Harry is diving for the Snitch!" excitedly Rae Jordan, Lee Jordan's younger sister, leaned forward, "And Gryffindor win 220 to 40!" Down on the pitch the team descended on Harry in a great big blur of red and yellow robes. Congratulating each other on a brilliant game they flew down to the changing rooms. Fifteen minutes later the Gryffindor Quidditch team reappeared. Chatting loudly they walked on up to the castle. The rest of the school had already dispersed.
*
"Old MacDonald had a farm." shaking her head at Ron's weird passwords Harriet stepped through the hole and the rest of the team followed.
"Hey, Harry want a game of chess?" sitting down by an already set out chess set Ron stretched out.
"Okay. Hey, Herm do you know where Daine is?" Hermione looked up from her book.
"She said she wasn't feeling very well so she went straight to her rooms after the game."
"Oh, okay. Well Ronald are you ready to get whooped?"
"Huh, fat chance!" and with that the two fell onto the chess set like a pair of- well like a pair of people who like chess. Tapping her book with her nails Hermione bit her lip and placed the book on a nearby table. Muttering something about checking on Daine Hermione clambered thorugh the gap in the wall.
***
"Daine?" Hermione nervously knocked on the wall. She placed her hands on the wall and pushed gently. It was open. As the old wall swung open Hermione saw Daine sitting on a blue couch the animals looked rather jittery. Kit was tugging at Daine's clothes and hair. SOmething was clearly amiss. Stepping through Hermione pushed the door to. Upon closer inspection Daine was sitting cross legged with her hands placed loosely on her knees. Her eyes were shut tight but fluttered and every muscle was twitching. Staring at Daine, thoughts of fits and seizures flickered through Hermione's mind. Quickly opening the entrance Hermione rushed out to find a professor. As she left the door open the wolves quickly ran out and headed towards the potion's classroom, both wet noses high in the air. Somehow Hermione knew that they were fetching a teacher. Safe in the knowledge that help would soon be there Hermione hurried back into the rooms. Sitting down beside Daine she gently shook the slender girl. Nothing happened so Hermione tried shouting. Again nothing happened. At that moment Cub's pale muzzle appeared and the rest of her followed. Blackpaw was close behind. Her jaw tightly clamped around Snape's black robe. His eyes darted around the room and quickly assessed the problem.
"Move! Now." Hermione did so. Standing near a sturdy desk Hermione watched as Snape checked all of Daine's vital signs. The two wolves content that Daine was with a teacher trotted out of the room.
Without saying a word, she followed Snape as he easily picked up Daine and carried her out of the room. Still saying nothing Hermione stood by the starchy hospital bed that Snape had placed Daine on.
"What are you doing just standing there!? Go find Madam Pomfrey." turning Snape glared at the motionless girl. Nothing seemed to be wrong with Daine, she appeared to be sleeping but she would not waken. Though he was worried about how often she twitched.
"Severus? Is anything the ma- Oh dear!" bustling over Madam Pomfrey flicked out her wand and let it rest just above Daine's chest. After withdrawing her hand the wand began to hum gently and softly glow.
"Hm, I have no idea what is wrong with her. She seems to be in a very deep sleep, but she just won't wake up. I'm not sure whether it's magical or not. There's no record of anything like this happening before!" Hermione, who had been standing silently behind Madam Pomfrey now spoke up,
"Is Daine going to be okay?"
"It's hard to tell," answered Madam Pomfrey without turning, "I'll make sure you're the first to know if anything happens." This was clearly a dismissal. Hermione turned and returned to the common room to tell everyone what had happened.
"Severus? Could you see what you can do? Nothing seems to wake her."
"Of course. I don't suppose you have a simple sleeping potion have you? And is a piece of thyme asking too much?"
"Of course not! I'll go find them." Spinning back to the sleeping form of Daine Snape's eyes raked over her skinny frame. Most of the teachers had noticed that she hardly ate anything and was absurdly skinny. Her small hands clenched and unclenched themselves.
Eyelids fluttered and eyelashes beat a steady rythm on her cheek. Her eyes flew open and the pupils dilated. Sitting up Daine swung her legs over the bed and ran out of the hospital wing.
"Poppy! She's awake and I don't know where she's going." Not staying to watch Madam Pomfrey come out of her office and gape at his back Snape followed Daine. His longer legs easily caught up with Daine's shorter ones. Grabbing her forearms Snape narrowed his eyes.
"What on earth just happened?" his cold glare informed Daine that not answering was not an option.
"Can't explain. Let me go!" Each word was punctuated by a twist or turn.
"Not until you tell me what just happened to you!"
"We don't have the time. They're almost here!"
"Who are?" Clearly upset with the waste of time Daine skimmed her hands down her sides and brought out two deadly looking knives.
"Let me go. I'll explain later." Wordlessly Snape let go and once again hurried after Daine as she began to run.
He almost ran into her when she stopped dead in her tracks and muttered the password to her rooms. Feeling that it would be rude to enter without invitation Snape stayed by the door. Daine was presumably going to leave the rooms soon as she had left the door wide open. Daine appeared from the room Snape could only assume was her bedroom with the large bow, that she had arrived with, in her hand. In the other hand was a stained, well worn leather quive full of arrows. Taking no notice at all of Snape she began to count the bolts and kicked the door shut with her foot. Speeding up into a fast jog Daine headed towards the Great Hall. Opening the large doors Daine passed through and, without breaking her stride asked where Dumbledore was.
"Um, I think he's still in London."
"I wasn't talking to you. Could you call him? No? Oh well. Yes I suppose I could do with some help. No, he's just following me. Don't know why." Snape stared at the small brunette. Was she mad? She was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch talking to herself. Still he must be mad too for following her.
"Miss Sarrasri? What is going on?"
"Some old friends of mine have found where I am. Most of them are very interested in killing me. Could you get everyone inside?"
"?"
"If they find anyone outside they won't hesitate in gutting them."
"!"
"So can you?"
"Of course. Sonorus. Can all pupils go into the castle and all teachers please come to the Quidditch pitch. Prefects make sure everyone gets into their common rooms." Snape's maginified voice carried easily to the castle and everywhere else.
"So, what kind of 'friends' are they?"
"Stormwings. They feed off dead bodies from battle fields. They have the head and torso of a human, the rest of them are steel birds."
A slow trickle of teachers began to arrive.
"Severus? What is going on?" Asked McGonnagal firmly.
"Some friends of Miss Sarrasri's are about to arrive. And they're not too friendly." Mutterings broke forth.
"What kind of friends?" Flitiwck nervously spoke up.
"Well, to put it bluntly they'd be upset if I don't die. Except I'm not sure if magic from this world will work on them." Daine had already found that no Gryffindor could cast a spell or charm that affected her. It was like they were pouring water on oil. It all seemed to just slide off.
"Then how do we get rid of them?" Angrily Snape stamped his feet.
"Um, I don't know. All I have is my bow. I don't know what you're going to do." Daine nervously bit her upper lip. The teachers shuffled.
"Well, you're a Hogwart's student and so there is no way we are going to let you fight on your own. We do have a few weapons such as yours in the castle, so if a few of us summon them we'll be fine." McGonnagal and most of the teachers brought out wands and after a lot of 'Accio's most had a weapon of some sort in their hands. The funniest was Flitwick who was holding a particularly large claymore. McGonnagal held two lightweight axes in her hands.
"Professor, I don't think you understand. Stormwings aren't anything like any creature in this world. They are extremely vile. You really don't have to do this."
"Nonsense! We'll cope. Now then, when will they be getting here? Oh hello Fawkes." The immense bird landing at the side of Daine. Reaching down she scratched his regal head.
"How long? Um, I'm not too sure. I'd say in a few seconds actually. Great Goddess!" Daine clutched at her head, her eyes screwed up in pain. A few sparks of gold and green appeared. Glints of black weaved in and out, a massive contrast to the clear blue sky. The sparks clustered together to form a circular shape. An angular face pushed itself through an invisible barrier. Dark red hair swung around the stormwings face. Grinning coldly at Daine she slid back through the hole. Moments later the hole expanded and roughly thirty stormwings came streaming out.
"What are you doing here!?" Straightening up Daine faced the cloud of glinting steel.
"Well isn't that a nice welcome. The Treetop Nation of Morgrath Forest come to find the legendary Veralidaine Sarrasri and this is the welcome we get. How nice! Ah well, you won't be alive for much longer. My clan and I will kill you and your silly little friends shortly." Sure enough a black glass crown was atop the haze of auburn hair.
"Come and try. But before we kill you. Tell me how you got here." drawing back the string on her bow Daine shielded her eyes from the reflected sun rays.
"Well now that would be telling. But as happy meat tastes better than sad meat I shall tell you. Our master, Ozorne, found a few spells which if you have a special type of magic, such as ourselves, you can latch onto someone in the world. Or in your case a different world. And so we pulled oursleves into this world using you as a rope as such. Happy now? Who cares, we'll kill you anyway." Tongues darted out between thin lips. The stormwings jostled each other in a bid to get to the humans. Up until them Fawkes had remained stationary. Now he sped from Daine's side to the red heads face. His great beak thrust forwards and blood ran freely from the blue eyes. Rivulets of crimson life blood coursed down both phoenix and stormwing face. Crying out in anger for their leader the throng surged forwards. An arrow -pinged- from Daine's bow before it had even struck home another was fighting it's way to another heart.
Apparently the teachers were very adept at weilding their weapons. Even Professor Flitwock who was smaller than his managed to roll a few heads. Though Snape and McGonnagal were exceptional. The two axes belonging to the deputy head were magicked to return to her whenever a magic word was said, she would aim, throw, then they immediately returned to her. It was almost like watching a pair of boomerangs.
Snape however was using an un-tipped épée. Darting back and forth leaving a red impression on the eye it glinted as much as the few live stormwings. Always near him though was a flash of white. Never getting a real look at it Daine wondered what it was as it was killing just as many stormwings as most. Soon the red headed queen was the only stormwing left. Her eyes were a mess of gore and blood.
"You see what happens when people try to kill me? They get killed. Look at your people. They are all dead. And what for? To have a look at me."
"Don't you get smug you little brat! I'll kill you someday! Remember this! One day, when you least expect it, Thetis, Queen of the Treetop Nation of Morgrath forest shall kill you. You won't know when but as sure as you are a little maggot I shall kill you!" Shaking all over she passed thorugh the hole. The glitter scattered and disappeared.
Shivering from a reason nothing to do with the bitter wind Daine strode over to the dead bodies and jerked out her arrows. After collecting them all she wiped them on the grass leaving a dirty smearof scarlet on the green grass. Daine placed them back into her quiver. Looking around Daine saw many of the teachers cradling hurts. Snape however was crouched low with his back to her. Mewling came from his direction. Assuming it wasn't Snape an animal was hurt. The mystery of the white flash was solved. Now that she had time to think she could actually feel the cat. She was about five and had a shattered front left leg. The ligaments were all torn up. Wincing from the pain Daine placed her bow and quiver down and walked to the potions master and his cat.
******
Okay so it's not quite finished but that's all I can be bothered to do and I really want to put it up tomorrow and so that's all you'll get until next time. Also if anyone is willing to beta for me e-mail me at daine52@hotmail.com or geeg001@sgfl.org.uk if you get no reply from that. I know my spelling, grammar etc. is atrocious so please take pity on a struggling fanfic writer!
Um to whoever said wouldn't there be a word of power to get Numair into Hogwarts, well that is a possibility except that would mean someone from Hogwarts would have to go to Tortall, maybe that's not such a bad thing but right now that just wouldn't work. But I'm actually thinking about it.
Well toodle pip!
-x-Kylaia-x-
And Gryffindor's Gem has got the Quaffle. That girl is really speeding down the pitch. Hufflepuff's Mara tries to get it off her and fails. And will Gem be scoring a goal? Yes she will! That's 70-40 to Gryffindor! And I don't think Hufflepuff wil catch up as Harry is diving for the Snitch!" excitedly Rae Jordan, Lee Jordan's younger sister, leaned forward, "And Gryffindor win 220 to 40!" Down on the pitch the team descended on Harry in a great big blur of red and yellow robes. Congratulating each other on a brilliant game they flew down to the changing rooms. Fifteen minutes later the Gryffindor Quidditch team reappeared. Chatting loudly they walked on up to the castle. The rest of the school had already dispersed.
*
"Old MacDonald had a farm." shaking her head at Ron's weird passwords Harriet stepped through the hole and the rest of the team followed.
"Hey, Harry want a game of chess?" sitting down by an already set out chess set Ron stretched out.
"Okay. Hey, Herm do you know where Daine is?" Hermione looked up from her book.
"She said she wasn't feeling very well so she went straight to her rooms after the game."
"Oh, okay. Well Ronald are you ready to get whooped?"
"Huh, fat chance!" and with that the two fell onto the chess set like a pair of- well like a pair of people who like chess. Tapping her book with her nails Hermione bit her lip and placed the book on a nearby table. Muttering something about checking on Daine Hermione clambered thorugh the gap in the wall.
***
"Daine?" Hermione nervously knocked on the wall. She placed her hands on the wall and pushed gently. It was open. As the old wall swung open Hermione saw Daine sitting on a blue couch the animals looked rather jittery. Kit was tugging at Daine's clothes and hair. SOmething was clearly amiss. Stepping through Hermione pushed the door to. Upon closer inspection Daine was sitting cross legged with her hands placed loosely on her knees. Her eyes were shut tight but fluttered and every muscle was twitching. Staring at Daine, thoughts of fits and seizures flickered through Hermione's mind. Quickly opening the entrance Hermione rushed out to find a professor. As she left the door open the wolves quickly ran out and headed towards the potion's classroom, both wet noses high in the air. Somehow Hermione knew that they were fetching a teacher. Safe in the knowledge that help would soon be there Hermione hurried back into the rooms. Sitting down beside Daine she gently shook the slender girl. Nothing happened so Hermione tried shouting. Again nothing happened. At that moment Cub's pale muzzle appeared and the rest of her followed. Blackpaw was close behind. Her jaw tightly clamped around Snape's black robe. His eyes darted around the room and quickly assessed the problem.
"Move! Now." Hermione did so. Standing near a sturdy desk Hermione watched as Snape checked all of Daine's vital signs. The two wolves content that Daine was with a teacher trotted out of the room.
Without saying a word, she followed Snape as he easily picked up Daine and carried her out of the room. Still saying nothing Hermione stood by the starchy hospital bed that Snape had placed Daine on.
"What are you doing just standing there!? Go find Madam Pomfrey." turning Snape glared at the motionless girl. Nothing seemed to be wrong with Daine, she appeared to be sleeping but she would not waken. Though he was worried about how often she twitched.
"Severus? Is anything the ma- Oh dear!" bustling over Madam Pomfrey flicked out her wand and let it rest just above Daine's chest. After withdrawing her hand the wand began to hum gently and softly glow.
"Hm, I have no idea what is wrong with her. She seems to be in a very deep sleep, but she just won't wake up. I'm not sure whether it's magical or not. There's no record of anything like this happening before!" Hermione, who had been standing silently behind Madam Pomfrey now spoke up,
"Is Daine going to be okay?"
"It's hard to tell," answered Madam Pomfrey without turning, "I'll make sure you're the first to know if anything happens." This was clearly a dismissal. Hermione turned and returned to the common room to tell everyone what had happened.
"Severus? Could you see what you can do? Nothing seems to wake her."
"Of course. I don't suppose you have a simple sleeping potion have you? And is a piece of thyme asking too much?"
"Of course not! I'll go find them." Spinning back to the sleeping form of Daine Snape's eyes raked over her skinny frame. Most of the teachers had noticed that she hardly ate anything and was absurdly skinny. Her small hands clenched and unclenched themselves.
Eyelids fluttered and eyelashes beat a steady rythm on her cheek. Her eyes flew open and the pupils dilated. Sitting up Daine swung her legs over the bed and ran out of the hospital wing.
"Poppy! She's awake and I don't know where she's going." Not staying to watch Madam Pomfrey come out of her office and gape at his back Snape followed Daine. His longer legs easily caught up with Daine's shorter ones. Grabbing her forearms Snape narrowed his eyes.
"What on earth just happened?" his cold glare informed Daine that not answering was not an option.
"Can't explain. Let me go!" Each word was punctuated by a twist or turn.
"Not until you tell me what just happened to you!"
"We don't have the time. They're almost here!"
"Who are?" Clearly upset with the waste of time Daine skimmed her hands down her sides and brought out two deadly looking knives.
"Let me go. I'll explain later." Wordlessly Snape let go and once again hurried after Daine as she began to run.
He almost ran into her when she stopped dead in her tracks and muttered the password to her rooms. Feeling that it would be rude to enter without invitation Snape stayed by the door. Daine was presumably going to leave the rooms soon as she had left the door wide open. Daine appeared from the room Snape could only assume was her bedroom with the large bow, that she had arrived with, in her hand. In the other hand was a stained, well worn leather quive full of arrows. Taking no notice at all of Snape she began to count the bolts and kicked the door shut with her foot. Speeding up into a fast jog Daine headed towards the Great Hall. Opening the large doors Daine passed through and, without breaking her stride asked where Dumbledore was.
"Um, I think he's still in London."
"I wasn't talking to you. Could you call him? No? Oh well. Yes I suppose I could do with some help. No, he's just following me. Don't know why." Snape stared at the small brunette. Was she mad? She was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch talking to herself. Still he must be mad too for following her.
"Miss Sarrasri? What is going on?"
"Some old friends of mine have found where I am. Most of them are very interested in killing me. Could you get everyone inside?"
"?"
"If they find anyone outside they won't hesitate in gutting them."
"!"
"So can you?"
"Of course. Sonorus. Can all pupils go into the castle and all teachers please come to the Quidditch pitch. Prefects make sure everyone gets into their common rooms." Snape's maginified voice carried easily to the castle and everywhere else.
"So, what kind of 'friends' are they?"
"Stormwings. They feed off dead bodies from battle fields. They have the head and torso of a human, the rest of them are steel birds."
A slow trickle of teachers began to arrive.
"Severus? What is going on?" Asked McGonnagal firmly.
"Some friends of Miss Sarrasri's are about to arrive. And they're not too friendly." Mutterings broke forth.
"What kind of friends?" Flitiwck nervously spoke up.
"Well, to put it bluntly they'd be upset if I don't die. Except I'm not sure if magic from this world will work on them." Daine had already found that no Gryffindor could cast a spell or charm that affected her. It was like they were pouring water on oil. It all seemed to just slide off.
"Then how do we get rid of them?" Angrily Snape stamped his feet.
"Um, I don't know. All I have is my bow. I don't know what you're going to do." Daine nervously bit her upper lip. The teachers shuffled.
"Well, you're a Hogwart's student and so there is no way we are going to let you fight on your own. We do have a few weapons such as yours in the castle, so if a few of us summon them we'll be fine." McGonnagal and most of the teachers brought out wands and after a lot of 'Accio's most had a weapon of some sort in their hands. The funniest was Flitwick who was holding a particularly large claymore. McGonnagal held two lightweight axes in her hands.
"Professor, I don't think you understand. Stormwings aren't anything like any creature in this world. They are extremely vile. You really don't have to do this."
"Nonsense! We'll cope. Now then, when will they be getting here? Oh hello Fawkes." The immense bird landing at the side of Daine. Reaching down she scratched his regal head.
"How long? Um, I'm not too sure. I'd say in a few seconds actually. Great Goddess!" Daine clutched at her head, her eyes screwed up in pain. A few sparks of gold and green appeared. Glints of black weaved in and out, a massive contrast to the clear blue sky. The sparks clustered together to form a circular shape. An angular face pushed itself through an invisible barrier. Dark red hair swung around the stormwings face. Grinning coldly at Daine she slid back through the hole. Moments later the hole expanded and roughly thirty stormwings came streaming out.
"What are you doing here!?" Straightening up Daine faced the cloud of glinting steel.
"Well isn't that a nice welcome. The Treetop Nation of Morgrath Forest come to find the legendary Veralidaine Sarrasri and this is the welcome we get. How nice! Ah well, you won't be alive for much longer. My clan and I will kill you and your silly little friends shortly." Sure enough a black glass crown was atop the haze of auburn hair.
"Come and try. But before we kill you. Tell me how you got here." drawing back the string on her bow Daine shielded her eyes from the reflected sun rays.
"Well now that would be telling. But as happy meat tastes better than sad meat I shall tell you. Our master, Ozorne, found a few spells which if you have a special type of magic, such as ourselves, you can latch onto someone in the world. Or in your case a different world. And so we pulled oursleves into this world using you as a rope as such. Happy now? Who cares, we'll kill you anyway." Tongues darted out between thin lips. The stormwings jostled each other in a bid to get to the humans. Up until them Fawkes had remained stationary. Now he sped from Daine's side to the red heads face. His great beak thrust forwards and blood ran freely from the blue eyes. Rivulets of crimson life blood coursed down both phoenix and stormwing face. Crying out in anger for their leader the throng surged forwards. An arrow -pinged- from Daine's bow before it had even struck home another was fighting it's way to another heart.
Apparently the teachers were very adept at weilding their weapons. Even Professor Flitwock who was smaller than his managed to roll a few heads. Though Snape and McGonnagal were exceptional. The two axes belonging to the deputy head were magicked to return to her whenever a magic word was said, she would aim, throw, then they immediately returned to her. It was almost like watching a pair of boomerangs.
Snape however was using an un-tipped épée. Darting back and forth leaving a red impression on the eye it glinted as much as the few live stormwings. Always near him though was a flash of white. Never getting a real look at it Daine wondered what it was as it was killing just as many stormwings as most. Soon the red headed queen was the only stormwing left. Her eyes were a mess of gore and blood.
"You see what happens when people try to kill me? They get killed. Look at your people. They are all dead. And what for? To have a look at me."
"Don't you get smug you little brat! I'll kill you someday! Remember this! One day, when you least expect it, Thetis, Queen of the Treetop Nation of Morgrath forest shall kill you. You won't know when but as sure as you are a little maggot I shall kill you!" Shaking all over she passed thorugh the hole. The glitter scattered and disappeared.
Shivering from a reason nothing to do with the bitter wind Daine strode over to the dead bodies and jerked out her arrows. After collecting them all she wiped them on the grass leaving a dirty smearof scarlet on the green grass. Daine placed them back into her quiver. Looking around Daine saw many of the teachers cradling hurts. Snape however was crouched low with his back to her. Mewling came from his direction. Assuming it wasn't Snape an animal was hurt. The mystery of the white flash was solved. Now that she had time to think she could actually feel the cat. She was about five and had a shattered front left leg. The ligaments were all torn up. Wincing from the pain Daine placed her bow and quiver down and walked to the potions master and his cat.
******
Okay so it's not quite finished but that's all I can be bothered to do and I really want to put it up tomorrow and so that's all you'll get until next time. Also if anyone is willing to beta for me e-mail me at daine52@hotmail.com or geeg001@sgfl.org.uk if you get no reply from that. I know my spelling, grammar etc. is atrocious so please take pity on a struggling fanfic writer!
Um to whoever said wouldn't there be a word of power to get Numair into Hogwarts, well that is a possibility except that would mean someone from Hogwarts would have to go to Tortall, maybe that's not such a bad thing but right now that just wouldn't work. But I'm actually thinking about it.
Well toodle pip!
-x-Kylaia-x-