Chapter Sixteen: Reports and Surprises

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own Dragon Lance. I wish
I owned Raistlin Majere, but I don't. And no, this isn't a Mary Sue.
If it was, Krista would be screwing Draco, not Raistlin. But that is
beside the point. I have had major writer's block for a little while,
so hope this turned out alright.

Raven spent most of her time with the Gryffindors, mainly Ron and Hermione. The Ravenclaws were happy to ignore her, other than to occasionally laugh or run in terror at her antics. Tonight however she was actually in her own common room working. She had earned her house a few points for answering questions and such, but nothing overly special. In fact, other than the house/class arrangements, one would say there was absolutely nothing special about her, but she was privy to a secret, and that secret was the reason she was working in her own house common. She looked at the clock. Nine thirty, she thought. Better go up and get that squirrel's report. She went up to her room, and opened the window. Starbuck Blacktooth flew through the opening, Star Buck's coffee in. claw? "You know, you really need to cut back on that stuff." Blacktooth snarled at her and handed her a tightly rolled scroll. As he flew back out the window, Raven made her way to the Gryffindor common room. It was almost at the ten o'clock curfew when she got there. Yet again, I won't sleep in my own bed. She sighed as the Fat Lady's portrait swung aside. In the back corner sat Ron and Hermione, behind piles of books. Raven went right to Rekka though. Rekka was sitting on the couch before the fire, a Weasley twin on either side. Raven dropped the report in Rekka's lap without a word and went over to her own lovers. Ron and Hermione welcomed their lover with kisses each as all three returned to their homework. Meanwhile Rekka turned her attention from the twin's to the scroll. The seal was Starbuck's. She broke the seal and began to read. My Lady, I have successfully infiltrated the ranks of this so-called Dark Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters. It was an absurdly simple task, though quite enjoyable. The boy was especially tasty. Rekka paused in disgust, hoping that was the only mention about that. It was. This Lord Voldemort, as I must know call him, seems extremely interested in me because of my nature. You, Mistress, have remained unnamed as you wished. I have beguiled the Dark Lord into thinking I truly serve him and only him. He believes me of course. My Dark Mark doesn't even hurt. Maybe because I am of a different species. Still, the Dark Lord is vast in his questionings of me. He has insisted to know where I came from, how I was created, etc. I have answered truthfully, as you commanded, to the best of my ability without revealing anything about you, naturally. I have made my way up the ranks of Death Eaters extremely quickly, mostly due to my natural bloodlust, urge to kill, and his intense interest in me. I will continue to send you reports, but most of them, from now on, will come to you through my trusted second-in- command, Inusake. (In-u-sak-A) He is aware of the meeting arrangements. I hope all is in accordance with you, My Lady. I will send my next report in a moon, unless something merits sooner. Your faithful servant, Starbuck Blacktooth. None of this was overly new to Rekka, but all of it played well into her plots. Seeing her carefully lain out plans coming to fruition, she decided she could relax a bit for the evening. "Fred, George. What do you say to going upstairs?" She smiled. Nothing was more fun than the twins on a night like this. Fred grinned devilishly, as George replied. "About time, we thought that was something that would take you away from us tonight." Rekka's smile broadened. "Nothing of the sort. How would you two like to know what this is about?" She waved the letter a bit. "Well if it will get you away from this crowd," Fred grinned. "We'd love to." Finished George. The three of them made their way up to the sixth year boys' dormitory. Meanwhile, back in the common room, Raven, Ron, and Hermione had started to pack away their own books. Ron yawned. "I'm exhausted. I don't think I've studied as hard as I have this year ever." Hermione smiled. "I do, all the time." "I know, how can you keep it up?" asked Raven. "It is hard, but in the end, it pays off. Now come on. It is getting late. We should get going upstairs." "Late? What are you talking about late?" Ron inquired. "She means this." Raven whispered in Ron's ear and ran her tongue along the rim of his ear. "Oh yeah. It is getting late. You should be in bed, Raven." He grinned, catching on to their game. Raven pretended to be scared and ran up the stairs to the fifth year girls' dormitory; Ron a step behind. Hermione followed more slowly, stopping where Harry was sitting on the way. "Are you alright?" She asked him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" "It's just that you were watching us. Almost like you were jealous." "Nah. I'm not jealous. I was just thinking how lucky Ron is to have two lovely women like you." Hermione blushed brightly. Harry kissed her cheek. "Go on now. Don't want to keep those two waiting." She ran upstairs; Harry's eyes following her. "Goodnight Hermione. Goodnight Ron." He whispered, and he pulled his invisibility cloak from his book bag, and went to the portal. Almost time, he thought. Soon there was a soft knock on the doorframe. Harry pushed open the picture and saw Draco, just as he had expected. Throwing the cloak over his lover's head, Harry carefully led Draco up to his own dormitory. Once there, Draco threw off the cloak and attacked The-Boy-Who-Lived. Between kisses, he managed to say, "We really have to stop being to secretive about this. It is starting to get to me, that I can't see you constantly." "Easter break is coming up. What are you planning to do then?" "Stay here with you, just like Christmas. Perhaps, we can even visit Hogsmeade." That was the last either boy said for a while as they embraced each other with a desperate need to become one. Raistlin lay in bed, pretending to sleep. Krista was taking care of some small matter due to her guardianship. Both she and Remus had been slightly lacking on their duties of late due to their lovers, but nothing was happening, so Sirrius and Moody were more than enough most of the time. Krista finally made an appearance in Raistlin's bedroom, which had become the both of theirs. She looked tired. Her hair fell limply down her back in a loose braid that was mostly fallen out. Her rich, dark green robes were torn in several places, and Raistlin noticed fresh blood stained the green black in some places. He quickly forgot he had wanted to surprise her by letting her think he had been asleep. "What happened, darling?" He asked, unable to mask the concern in his voice. Krista looked up, for an instant there was no recognition in her lovely silver-gray eyes. The moment passed and she sighed. "We were attacked by a small band of Voldemort's Death Eaters." Her downcast eyes flashed up to him just an instant in scorn before returning to the carpeted floor. "It was an ambush on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Luckily, all of us made it out with minor injuries. We even captured one of the Death Eaters before they had time to get away, but I seriously doubt anything will be gotten from him. Voldemort is smarter than to simply tell all his plans to all his followers. Each knows only what they must." Raistlin nodded and got out of bed. He came up to her and put his thin arms around her shoulders. "Don't worry about it. I am sure Voldemort will wait a bit longer at least until he attacks. Now come to bed; you're shaking." Krista nodded and let herself be led to the large bed. Raistlin tucked her into bed, and hurried out of the castle as soon as she was asleep. He went immediately to the Malfoy Manor. At the back door, he was greeted by a fellow Death Eater. He showed his mark and was permitted entrance. He went straight to Lord Voldemort's chambers. His arm itched and burned as he bowed lowly to the snake-like figure in the chair before him. "You summoned me, M'lord?" "Indeed I did. I assume you already know of the ambush made upon Hogwarts tonight?" Raistlin nodded, his golden skin flashing slightly in the firelight despite his hood being up. "I know of it, M'lord." Voldemort nodded to the squirrel standing beside him, a four-foot tall squirrel with jet-black teeth. "This is Starbuck Blacktooth, Professor Majere. I wish you to find out if he has any magical talents." Raistlin nodded in subjection to Lord Voldemort, knowing he was to find out now and that the meeting was over until he had found out. Raistlin had only to brew a simple potion to find out if this squirrel had magical powers, but he took his time with it. As the young, black-robed mage worked on the potion, Blacktooth eyed him. "I know you." He stated after a short silence. Raistlin continued, seemingly unnoticing. "You teach Defense against Dark Arts at Hogwarts. My mistress gave me your description." At this Raistlin raised an eyebrow. "Your mistress?" Blacktooth grinned, a sight almost as frightening as Raistlin's own cynical smile. "Yes, my mistress, my creator. You have her as a student, The Lady Rekka Doyle." "Yes, I teach her." "Of course you do." Blacktooth seemed to brush this statement aside as unimportant. "I also know that you don't serve this Voldemort anymore than I do. You aren't here because of Dumbledore. No, you're not that stupid, but you aren't here to help Voldemort." "What would you know about that?" Raistlin kept on a clean mask on non-concern, when underneath he was ready to strangle the information out of this squirrel mutant. "I have had my people spying on you and indeed the whole school for a long while now. I know you brought Dumbledore the bodies of those poor fools you killed to get in the fold. Tell me does your mark hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt." Now it was Blacktooth's turn to raise his eyebrow. "I am not from this world." The young mage said in explanation. "Here, drink this." He added, handing the squirrel the potion. Blacktooth shrugged and drank the potion. Nothing happened. "Is this suppose to do something other than taste horrible?" "If you possess magic, you would have begun to glow, but." Raistlin shrugged. "You don't, so you didn't." "You know," Blacktooth began. "I could have told you that I don't possess magic myself. My mistress tried to have us learn it, but we can't." Again Raistlin merely shrugged. He had had enough of this squirrel and this supposed Dark Lord and in fact this whole world with the exception of Krista. "Let's get back to the Dark Lord and report." The two relayed the news to Voldemort, who was completely unaffected by it. "It is as I thought." He muttered. "Raistlin, you may return to Hogwarts. I will call you when I again have need of you." Raistlin bowed lowly and left the Dark Lord's presence. Meanwhile, Blacktooth was formulating his next report to the Lady Rekka while Voldemort rambled on about his schemes.