A/N: REVIEW, YOU GUYS!!!
*drool flying outta mouth* must have more reviews, heheh, more!!!1
okkee dokee.newayz ppl, REVIEW to YOUR CONTENT! Er..yeah I think that's right...right? I HAVE A QUESTION: ahem...ahem...ok...you guys don't think I'm dragging ze mysterie out toooooo long, right? RIGHT??? *silence* O.o..ok then..
Felicity: I hope this kindof clears things up for ya.tell me if u have suggestions!!! :)
Draco Lover: A person who doesn't need any introductions.heeheee hope this satisfies ur curious tooth!
Hermione18: here's ze next chappie, pour vous!
Goosefeathers: muchos gracias *er..espagnol*, mon ami(e) *francais!* Lis beaucoup de LOD, d'accord? Heehee.nah, I'm very horrible at francais, and I didn't really get the last sentence.is it * there are many ppl who I think are not English* (in ur review) newayz, thx!!
zoogerbaz1: rellwings are.*static, static* hehe.nah read ON, and u'll find out!
Tiger3088: MaNy numbers! Neways, don't ExpLoDE on me!! Here's ze next chappie!! (thx, btw)
crazyone16: here's another chappiemeronie!!
Sakura Naoko: well, 'ope u like this chappie as well!
mystic child of darkness: heehee.I just LOVE leaving at cliffies...they're the most fun! *ppl boo and throw rotten fruit* newayz, review!
Heehee.wellz, daz it for ze A/N:..here goes...
~*~
Light of Darkness
Draco stood up stiffly, and wiped his hands on his pants. He rolled his eyes. That conscience-minded klutz was so ignorant. Really. Trying to overcome the Diudominus? The silver-blond boy blew a bang from his eye frustratedly. Suddenly he tapped one of his temples, just above his left ear.
"Master," he whispered, "Are you there?" An image of Voldemort sitting on a stone throne sailed into Draco's mind.
"Yes, my heir?" The snake-faced man asked respectfully.
"What is it you would have me do?"
Voldemort smiled nastily.
"You know who your partner is?" The man asked, ignoring the boy's question.
"Yes, George Ranger's daughter, Hermione." In his eye's mind Draco saw the man nod in amazement.
"You know a lot, Draco." Voldemort smirked, proud (if he could be) of his heir. Draco bowed. "Yes, George Ranger has been parading around as a muggle for a decade, more even. He has been called...ah..."
"Granger. George Granger." Draco nodded appreciatively at the whole family's guile. "So THAT's why all the Rangers disappeared without a trace."
"Exactly."
"So what is it?" Draco pressed on. Voldemort looked confused. It was a horrific sight. Draco answered by smirking at his beneficiary.
"What is it you want me to do?" he asked more slowly. A frown crept onto Voldemort's face, but was quickly replaced with another greasy grin.
"Cause havoc. Anything to please you." He tapped his chin gently. "Although you need to watch out. Word says they have an Auror as one of their teachers." Draco nodded as Voldemort continued. "Just don't let Dumbledore catch on. Tell Ranger." Draco nodded once again, and slowly let the image of his master fade from his mind's eye.
~*~
Katrina sat quietly on her couch. George was out and Hermione had gone for another year at Hogwarts. Her last year.
Katrina sighed and shifted her position on the sofa, digging her cold feet into the cracks between the cushions. Suddenly seized by a strange desire, she stood up. The woman raised her hands into the sky, and closed her eyes. A bright light shot from the window, and immersed her whole body.
The light lasted for a few seconds, and left the room with an airy feeling.
In Katrina's place stood a tall woman, dark black hair hanging past her shoulders. The sunlight gave it a purplish tinge, and suddenly the woman put a hand to her temple. She staggered a bit, and held on to the bureau drawer to steady herself. From her back burst two light blue wings, glittering snowily in the late afternoon light.
Her clothing had been replaced with a simple dark purple waist-skirt, which skittered around her calves as if a breeze blew it. She wore also a loose sleeveless white shirt, also blowing in an imaginary wind.
"Mother." She called despairingly.
There was an instant shimmering in front of Katrina, and a woman that looked like an older version her, but with blond hair appeared. The woman held her daughter's hands in her own, and smiled.
"Trina." The older woman smiled gently, "Don't give up hope. Little Hermione may still prove herself to have Rellwing blood in her yet." Katrina folded her wings behind her, and strode around the room with her long legs.
"But are you sure it will work?" Katrina turned her haunted eyes to her mother. "You are sure Hermione will not be hurt?" Her mother nodded gently.
"You gave her the pendants, right? Then we know for sure that the Dark Lord has not contacted her or the others." Katrina withdrew her breath in horror. Shaking, she pulled two elegant necklaces from her pocket.
"I..." Her mother's eyes widened.
"Oh no, Oh no." The older woman kept repeating, glancing at the pendants clutched in her daughter's hands. She put her head in her hands and sat down on the couch huffily.
Finally her mother calmed down, and looked up at Katrina. "There is nothing we can do then, my daughter. I'm sorry. If we help the two of them, the Dark Lord will know the Rellwings are getting involved, and turning against him."
"You must!" Katrina burst out, clutching the pendants to her chest. "Who knows WhAt spell Voldemort has placed them under? I'll fly over there and send these to her myself!" Katrina unfurled her wings to take off. Standing up swiftly, her mother put a death-grip on her.
"No, daughter." She said calmly and forcefully. "The seers know that the princess and her cohort are the only ones who can stop Voldemort. The plan was to set them out as bait for him, and have a Rellwing army at the wings to fight with the deatheaters. We can't back off now." She said sternly.
"But mother-"
"NO. If Voldemort knows the Rellwings have turned on him, he won't rest until we're all dead. WE CAN'T have that happen. It'll put Hermione in danger, Katrina."
"Dumbledore-"
"No. Nobody must know. This is a gamble already, Katrina. One false move and everything we've worked for will be down the drain." Katrina sat down on the couch, flickering back to her human form. Her mother's eyes softened, and she put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, my daughter. I don't want Hermione hurt either. But this is the only way."
Her mother took a step back, and flickered back into her own human form.
"Be very careful, my daughter." The woman sighed loudly. "I have doubts about George's loyalty." Katrina had her head in her hands, and nodded miserably. With one last goodbye, her mother disappeared.
~*~
Hermione sat in the window seat, watching the scenery flip by in a instant. She rubbed her head from the bright light shining from the sun. Beside her Harry and Ron were talking about quidditch. Ron became the chaser of the Gryffindor team last year. Harry was going to find out if he was the captain.
Finally the two boys (A/N: H and R are just SOOO unobservant) noticed Hermione wasn't talking. (A/n: FINALLY!!! She's just been sitting there silent for HALF of the whole DANg ride!)
"Hermione, how was your summer?" Hermione shrugged vaguely, mind already trying to think up some alibi.
"I went to visit my cousin...who is a...muggle." Hermione finished proudly. It was foolproof. "I didn't want her to see me writing with quills and have owls banging on the windows, so I never replied." She continued, getting into her own lie.
'Keep it simple.' Voldemort's voice growled in her head.
'Yeah, yeah, put a sock in it, Voldie.' Hermione shot back in her mind. Voldemort was silent, and Hermione grinned.
"Hermione?" Harry asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked at him and his slightly suspicious expression.
"Yes?" Hermione asked innocently. It was time to be like sugar. (A/N: sweet, not the ytv girl)
Suddenly they were interrupted as Ron leapt up from his seat, scattering chocolate frogs everywhere. Ron turned his crazed gaze on both of them, red hair flaming, and eyes glinting in horror. What he said made Hermione and Harry both pale quickly.
"SCABBERS!" he shrieked, knocking both his friends on the knees in a frantic attempt to escape. "Scabbers was by the window, I SWEAR! Crap!" Suddenly Harry's eyes hardened with anger.
"PETER PETTIGREW!!!" he scowled, lunging back to their seats where a rat was trying to make itself dissapear into the red carpet. Harry's eyes went manic, and he tried to grab the small mousy form of the sick-looking rat.
"Pettigrew! I swore I would KILL you if I ever saw you again! Where are you, YOU PIECE OF VERMIN!" The rat started to scamper away, but the enraged BWL wasn't about to stop spouting profanity substitutes. (A/N: eg. friggin', dang) "You FrIGgin' helped Voldemort escape! You KILLED YOUR FRIENDS, mY PaRENts, LILy and JAMES POTTER! You BETRAyed them, You ARSE!!"
Suddenly his voice went deathly quiet, and he whipped his hand into his pants pocket. In his hand he clutched a slender willow wand.
"Goodbye, Wormtail." He said, aiming a dark green beam at the rat.
~*~
A/N: will hp be a killer? Whoa, tell meh if u think this is bad, b/c I wrote it with a HUGE writer's block, so it might not make sense, or anything. Okee? Well, if u wanna know what happens, tune in Next time for another chappie of LOD!!
Signing out,
dkc aka icy flymn
*drool flying outta mouth* must have more reviews, heheh, more!!!1
okkee dokee.newayz ppl, REVIEW to YOUR CONTENT! Er..yeah I think that's right...right? I HAVE A QUESTION: ahem...ahem...ok...you guys don't think I'm dragging ze mysterie out toooooo long, right? RIGHT??? *silence* O.o..ok then..
Felicity: I hope this kindof clears things up for ya.tell me if u have suggestions!!! :)
Draco Lover: A person who doesn't need any introductions.heeheee hope this satisfies ur curious tooth!
Hermione18: here's ze next chappie, pour vous!
Goosefeathers: muchos gracias *er..espagnol*, mon ami(e) *francais!* Lis beaucoup de LOD, d'accord? Heehee.nah, I'm very horrible at francais, and I didn't really get the last sentence.is it * there are many ppl who I think are not English* (in ur review) newayz, thx!!
zoogerbaz1: rellwings are.*static, static* hehe.nah read ON, and u'll find out!
Tiger3088: MaNy numbers! Neways, don't ExpLoDE on me!! Here's ze next chappie!! (thx, btw)
crazyone16: here's another chappiemeronie!!
Sakura Naoko: well, 'ope u like this chappie as well!
mystic child of darkness: heehee.I just LOVE leaving at cliffies...they're the most fun! *ppl boo and throw rotten fruit* newayz, review!
Heehee.wellz, daz it for ze A/N:..here goes...
~*~
Light of Darkness
Draco stood up stiffly, and wiped his hands on his pants. He rolled his eyes. That conscience-minded klutz was so ignorant. Really. Trying to overcome the Diudominus? The silver-blond boy blew a bang from his eye frustratedly. Suddenly he tapped one of his temples, just above his left ear.
"Master," he whispered, "Are you there?" An image of Voldemort sitting on a stone throne sailed into Draco's mind.
"Yes, my heir?" The snake-faced man asked respectfully.
"What is it you would have me do?"
Voldemort smiled nastily.
"You know who your partner is?" The man asked, ignoring the boy's question.
"Yes, George Ranger's daughter, Hermione." In his eye's mind Draco saw the man nod in amazement.
"You know a lot, Draco." Voldemort smirked, proud (if he could be) of his heir. Draco bowed. "Yes, George Ranger has been parading around as a muggle for a decade, more even. He has been called...ah..."
"Granger. George Granger." Draco nodded appreciatively at the whole family's guile. "So THAT's why all the Rangers disappeared without a trace."
"Exactly."
"So what is it?" Draco pressed on. Voldemort looked confused. It was a horrific sight. Draco answered by smirking at his beneficiary.
"What is it you want me to do?" he asked more slowly. A frown crept onto Voldemort's face, but was quickly replaced with another greasy grin.
"Cause havoc. Anything to please you." He tapped his chin gently. "Although you need to watch out. Word says they have an Auror as one of their teachers." Draco nodded as Voldemort continued. "Just don't let Dumbledore catch on. Tell Ranger." Draco nodded once again, and slowly let the image of his master fade from his mind's eye.
~*~
Katrina sat quietly on her couch. George was out and Hermione had gone for another year at Hogwarts. Her last year.
Katrina sighed and shifted her position on the sofa, digging her cold feet into the cracks between the cushions. Suddenly seized by a strange desire, she stood up. The woman raised her hands into the sky, and closed her eyes. A bright light shot from the window, and immersed her whole body.
The light lasted for a few seconds, and left the room with an airy feeling.
In Katrina's place stood a tall woman, dark black hair hanging past her shoulders. The sunlight gave it a purplish tinge, and suddenly the woman put a hand to her temple. She staggered a bit, and held on to the bureau drawer to steady herself. From her back burst two light blue wings, glittering snowily in the late afternoon light.
Her clothing had been replaced with a simple dark purple waist-skirt, which skittered around her calves as if a breeze blew it. She wore also a loose sleeveless white shirt, also blowing in an imaginary wind.
"Mother." She called despairingly.
There was an instant shimmering in front of Katrina, and a woman that looked like an older version her, but with blond hair appeared. The woman held her daughter's hands in her own, and smiled.
"Trina." The older woman smiled gently, "Don't give up hope. Little Hermione may still prove herself to have Rellwing blood in her yet." Katrina folded her wings behind her, and strode around the room with her long legs.
"But are you sure it will work?" Katrina turned her haunted eyes to her mother. "You are sure Hermione will not be hurt?" Her mother nodded gently.
"You gave her the pendants, right? Then we know for sure that the Dark Lord has not contacted her or the others." Katrina withdrew her breath in horror. Shaking, she pulled two elegant necklaces from her pocket.
"I..." Her mother's eyes widened.
"Oh no, Oh no." The older woman kept repeating, glancing at the pendants clutched in her daughter's hands. She put her head in her hands and sat down on the couch huffily.
Finally her mother calmed down, and looked up at Katrina. "There is nothing we can do then, my daughter. I'm sorry. If we help the two of them, the Dark Lord will know the Rellwings are getting involved, and turning against him."
"You must!" Katrina burst out, clutching the pendants to her chest. "Who knows WhAt spell Voldemort has placed them under? I'll fly over there and send these to her myself!" Katrina unfurled her wings to take off. Standing up swiftly, her mother put a death-grip on her.
"No, daughter." She said calmly and forcefully. "The seers know that the princess and her cohort are the only ones who can stop Voldemort. The plan was to set them out as bait for him, and have a Rellwing army at the wings to fight with the deatheaters. We can't back off now." She said sternly.
"But mother-"
"NO. If Voldemort knows the Rellwings have turned on him, he won't rest until we're all dead. WE CAN'T have that happen. It'll put Hermione in danger, Katrina."
"Dumbledore-"
"No. Nobody must know. This is a gamble already, Katrina. One false move and everything we've worked for will be down the drain." Katrina sat down on the couch, flickering back to her human form. Her mother's eyes softened, and she put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, my daughter. I don't want Hermione hurt either. But this is the only way."
Her mother took a step back, and flickered back into her own human form.
"Be very careful, my daughter." The woman sighed loudly. "I have doubts about George's loyalty." Katrina had her head in her hands, and nodded miserably. With one last goodbye, her mother disappeared.
~*~
Hermione sat in the window seat, watching the scenery flip by in a instant. She rubbed her head from the bright light shining from the sun. Beside her Harry and Ron were talking about quidditch. Ron became the chaser of the Gryffindor team last year. Harry was going to find out if he was the captain.
Finally the two boys (A/N: H and R are just SOOO unobservant) noticed Hermione wasn't talking. (A/n: FINALLY!!! She's just been sitting there silent for HALF of the whole DANg ride!)
"Hermione, how was your summer?" Hermione shrugged vaguely, mind already trying to think up some alibi.
"I went to visit my cousin...who is a...muggle." Hermione finished proudly. It was foolproof. "I didn't want her to see me writing with quills and have owls banging on the windows, so I never replied." She continued, getting into her own lie.
'Keep it simple.' Voldemort's voice growled in her head.
'Yeah, yeah, put a sock in it, Voldie.' Hermione shot back in her mind. Voldemort was silent, and Hermione grinned.
"Hermione?" Harry asked her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Hermione looked at him and his slightly suspicious expression.
"Yes?" Hermione asked innocently. It was time to be like sugar. (A/N: sweet, not the ytv girl)
Suddenly they were interrupted as Ron leapt up from his seat, scattering chocolate frogs everywhere. Ron turned his crazed gaze on both of them, red hair flaming, and eyes glinting in horror. What he said made Hermione and Harry both pale quickly.
"SCABBERS!" he shrieked, knocking both his friends on the knees in a frantic attempt to escape. "Scabbers was by the window, I SWEAR! Crap!" Suddenly Harry's eyes hardened with anger.
"PETER PETTIGREW!!!" he scowled, lunging back to their seats where a rat was trying to make itself dissapear into the red carpet. Harry's eyes went manic, and he tried to grab the small mousy form of the sick-looking rat.
"Pettigrew! I swore I would KILL you if I ever saw you again! Where are you, YOU PIECE OF VERMIN!" The rat started to scamper away, but the enraged BWL wasn't about to stop spouting profanity substitutes. (A/N: eg. friggin', dang) "You FrIGgin' helped Voldemort escape! You KILLED YOUR FRIENDS, mY PaRENts, LILy and JAMES POTTER! You BETRAyed them, You ARSE!!"
Suddenly his voice went deathly quiet, and he whipped his hand into his pants pocket. In his hand he clutched a slender willow wand.
"Goodbye, Wormtail." He said, aiming a dark green beam at the rat.
~*~
A/N: will hp be a killer? Whoa, tell meh if u think this is bad, b/c I wrote it with a HUGE writer's block, so it might not make sense, or anything. Okee? Well, if u wanna know what happens, tune in Next time for another chappie of LOD!!
Signing out,
dkc aka icy flymn
