Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry. I wish I did, just like I
wish I owned Alan Rickman, Sherlock Holmes, and Snape. But I don't...life
is too cruel *sniff*
~Fic Starts Here~
After breakfast, the whole troop Floo-d to Diagon Alley. The children and the parents separated, agreeing to meet at Olivanders in three hours.
"So Ron..." said Essie, as casually as she could, "heard from Harry lately?"
Ron looked at her, surprised, "No...that's what I was about to ask you...you both work in the same department at the Ministry you know. Department of International Magical Espionage, I do believe."
"He works for them too??!!!"
"Er, yeah. I would have thought you two would have...well, I would have thought you would have saved him from Parvati Patil."
"PARVATI PATIL?!" screeched Essie, "he's married to HER?!"
"Was married to her."
"How do you know about all this?"
"Oh, I heard it on the grapevine...this was when you were in the Middle East, enchanting Saddam with your dancing."
Essie's face reddened. "Well, at least it got me somewhere."
Ron looked at her, curiously "Where?"
"I finally found out that there are NO weapons of mass destruction"
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Rhys, Rhea, Flame, Clislee, and Lancelot where walking along together, occasionally buying something from a shop. Lee and Rhea were flirting shamelessly, Rhys and Flame were actually having a civil conversation, and Lance was trying to avoid becoming Lance-brulee.
Suddenly, Flame piped up "Ooh! Madam Malkins! ROBES!! CLOTHES!"
Rhea immediately stopped flirting and broke into the "clothes song"
"OOH, skirts and shooooes!"
Flame immediately joined in. "Just not booze!"
"NOTHING TOO DRESSY!"
"AS LONG AS IT'S SEXY!"
"CUZ EVERYTHING GOES!"
"WITH PANTYHOSE!"
After a very brief silence, Rhys suddenly piped up, "You two haven't been sniffing the lint underneath mum's bed, have you?"
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"Yuck, these uniforms, are like, totally blah and formless," grimaced Flame, "I mean, KNEESOCKS."
"I KNOW!" agreed Rhea, "and those VESTS! Those COLORS!"
"I am SO going to alter mine."
"Uhm, Flame? You might not want to make it TOO short."
"Why not?"
"well, uhm, wont it be hard to uh, sit down without showing anything?"
"That's what hose are for, hun."
"CUZ-" began Rhea
Lee immediately clapped his hand over her mouth. "DON'T start."
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Flame was busy looking through the little notebook Madam Malkin had of alterations while walking around the shop. Rhea was right behind her, looking at a similar notebook.
"OOH!" squealed Flame, pointing at a sparkly black minirobe, "That looks ADORA-OOF!"
She had walked straight into another customer. Another MALE customer. She fell to the floor, right onto her butt.
Flame looked up at him, red-faced.
And her staring was NOTHING compared to Rhea.
Rhea had inherited her mother's HGIH fits. And she was REALLY starting to hyperventilate.
He had long dark brown hair, a Greek complexion, and he HAD A PONYTAIL. And a GREAT chest. His hair was rather wavy, in a masculine sort of way. And his eyes-OK. They were kind of freaky looking-in a slightly sexy-OK, very sexy, snake way. They were a lovely shade of green, but instead of pupils, there were long, narrow black slits. They looked- the looked like Flame's when she got angry and fire-y.
Snake Eyes flashed them a smile.
"Oh, pardon me. I just wasn't watching..." He extended his hand to help Flame up.
Flame gave him a calculating stare and cautiously took his hand. There was something oddly familiar about him. His eyes, his hair, his nose-
She grasped his hand tightly.
Oh GOD. OHGODOHGODOHGOD. NONONONONONONO.
"My name's Savoy. Mordred Savoy. Who're you?" (an: suddenly, I'm looking at that, and seeing whore you...)
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She was just staring at him. She vaguely remembered she was still holding his hand. She let go of it like it was a hot coal. Well, a proverbial hot coal. In reality, she LIKED hot coals.
"Ah, er, uhm, er, ah, Fire Lei."
Mordred leaned in closer. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" These girls were both rather pretty. An Asian beauty and an ice-princess.
Flame straightened up her back, and stood taller. "My name is Fire Ebony Lei. Flame for short."
Which is when Serena chose to walk right in on them.
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Serena stopped short. No. It couldn't be. Essence? Essence would have to be older...but this girl was the exact image of Essie, except-her NOSE. Serena's eyes widened as she started to chuckle. So Snape had bedded his student.
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Serena tapped Mordred on the shoulder, signaling that they had to go. He sighed, resigned, and kissed the hands of both Rhea and Flame before turning to go.
"Mother raised me polite," he smirked, revealing perfect white teeth.
When Serena and Mordred got out of Madam Malkins, Serena turned to her son.
"Mordred, what were you doing, talking to you great-niece?"
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Mordred stared at his mother, aghast. "WHAT?!"
Serena sighed. It was time Mordred knew. "Mordred, you know who your father is, right?"
He sighed, rolled his eyes, and answered in a rather bored tone. "Yes. My father was Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort, a.k.a., the darkest, baddest, most evil, powerful wizard of this century."
"You needn't be so bored and stuck up about it. It is the blood of Salazar Slytherin-"
"-That runs through my veins. I KNOW, I KNOW mother. This tells me the Asian chick is my great-niece, how?"
"Well, your father had a younger sister he didn't know about. She escaped to America, and married an Asian man. That branch of the Riddle family would have stayed in America...but one of them came over on an exchange program. Essence Lei."
Mordred's eyes widened. "so, Fire is-"
"I'm pretty sure that Fire is Essie's daughter. As for Fire's father, I do believe that he's your future Potions Master."
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AN: Finally! I updated! Please review!
~Fic Starts Here~
After breakfast, the whole troop Floo-d to Diagon Alley. The children and the parents separated, agreeing to meet at Olivanders in three hours.
"So Ron..." said Essie, as casually as she could, "heard from Harry lately?"
Ron looked at her, surprised, "No...that's what I was about to ask you...you both work in the same department at the Ministry you know. Department of International Magical Espionage, I do believe."
"He works for them too??!!!"
"Er, yeah. I would have thought you two would have...well, I would have thought you would have saved him from Parvati Patil."
"PARVATI PATIL?!" screeched Essie, "he's married to HER?!"
"Was married to her."
"How do you know about all this?"
"Oh, I heard it on the grapevine...this was when you were in the Middle East, enchanting Saddam with your dancing."
Essie's face reddened. "Well, at least it got me somewhere."
Ron looked at her, curiously "Where?"
"I finally found out that there are NO weapons of mass destruction"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rhys, Rhea, Flame, Clislee, and Lancelot where walking along together, occasionally buying something from a shop. Lee and Rhea were flirting shamelessly, Rhys and Flame were actually having a civil conversation, and Lance was trying to avoid becoming Lance-brulee.
Suddenly, Flame piped up "Ooh! Madam Malkins! ROBES!! CLOTHES!"
Rhea immediately stopped flirting and broke into the "clothes song"
"OOH, skirts and shooooes!"
Flame immediately joined in. "Just not booze!"
"NOTHING TOO DRESSY!"
"AS LONG AS IT'S SEXY!"
"CUZ EVERYTHING GOES!"
"WITH PANTYHOSE!"
After a very brief silence, Rhys suddenly piped up, "You two haven't been sniffing the lint underneath mum's bed, have you?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Yuck, these uniforms, are like, totally blah and formless," grimaced Flame, "I mean, KNEESOCKS."
"I KNOW!" agreed Rhea, "and those VESTS! Those COLORS!"
"I am SO going to alter mine."
"Uhm, Flame? You might not want to make it TOO short."
"Why not?"
"well, uhm, wont it be hard to uh, sit down without showing anything?"
"That's what hose are for, hun."
"CUZ-" began Rhea
Lee immediately clapped his hand over her mouth. "DON'T start."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Flame was busy looking through the little notebook Madam Malkin had of alterations while walking around the shop. Rhea was right behind her, looking at a similar notebook.
"OOH!" squealed Flame, pointing at a sparkly black minirobe, "That looks ADORA-OOF!"
She had walked straight into another customer. Another MALE customer. She fell to the floor, right onto her butt.
Flame looked up at him, red-faced.
And her staring was NOTHING compared to Rhea.
Rhea had inherited her mother's HGIH fits. And she was REALLY starting to hyperventilate.
He had long dark brown hair, a Greek complexion, and he HAD A PONYTAIL. And a GREAT chest. His hair was rather wavy, in a masculine sort of way. And his eyes-OK. They were kind of freaky looking-in a slightly sexy-OK, very sexy, snake way. They were a lovely shade of green, but instead of pupils, there were long, narrow black slits. They looked- the looked like Flame's when she got angry and fire-y.
Snake Eyes flashed them a smile.
"Oh, pardon me. I just wasn't watching..." He extended his hand to help Flame up.
Flame gave him a calculating stare and cautiously took his hand. There was something oddly familiar about him. His eyes, his hair, his nose-
She grasped his hand tightly.
Oh GOD. OHGODOHGODOHGOD. NONONONONONONO.
"My name's Savoy. Mordred Savoy. Who're you?" (an: suddenly, I'm looking at that, and seeing whore you...)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was just staring at him. She vaguely remembered she was still holding his hand. She let go of it like it was a hot coal. Well, a proverbial hot coal. In reality, she LIKED hot coals.
"Ah, er, uhm, er, ah, Fire Lei."
Mordred leaned in closer. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" These girls were both rather pretty. An Asian beauty and an ice-princess.
Flame straightened up her back, and stood taller. "My name is Fire Ebony Lei. Flame for short."
Which is when Serena chose to walk right in on them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Serena stopped short. No. It couldn't be. Essence? Essence would have to be older...but this girl was the exact image of Essie, except-her NOSE. Serena's eyes widened as she started to chuckle. So Snape had bedded his student.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Serena tapped Mordred on the shoulder, signaling that they had to go. He sighed, resigned, and kissed the hands of both Rhea and Flame before turning to go.
"Mother raised me polite," he smirked, revealing perfect white teeth.
When Serena and Mordred got out of Madam Malkins, Serena turned to her son.
"Mordred, what were you doing, talking to you great-niece?"
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Mordred stared at his mother, aghast. "WHAT?!"
Serena sighed. It was time Mordred knew. "Mordred, you know who your father is, right?"
He sighed, rolled his eyes, and answered in a rather bored tone. "Yes. My father was Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort, a.k.a., the darkest, baddest, most evil, powerful wizard of this century."
"You needn't be so bored and stuck up about it. It is the blood of Salazar Slytherin-"
"-That runs through my veins. I KNOW, I KNOW mother. This tells me the Asian chick is my great-niece, how?"
"Well, your father had a younger sister he didn't know about. She escaped to America, and married an Asian man. That branch of the Riddle family would have stayed in America...but one of them came over on an exchange program. Essence Lei."
Mordred's eyes widened. "so, Fire is-"
"I'm pretty sure that Fire is Essie's daughter. As for Fire's father, I do believe that he's your future Potions Master."
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AN: Finally! I updated! Please review!