AN: I don't own any of the character from HP. The only one I own is Vega
and I would like to keep it that way. Thank you.
Prologue
A man apparated inside a room. "So dark," he muttered softly to himself. The room was dark with no light penetrate through it. No moon, not a star. Softly the man pulled out his wand and recited a spell. A bright, blue flame shot out from the tip of his wand. The light was enough for him to look around.
Suddenly he saw from the corner of his eyes a sword heading towards his stomach. He moved sideway just in time and saw the owner of the sword. "A girl?" He saw her long, jet black hair flowed as she went towards him. "Expel..." he started to use his spell but the sword now heading towards his neck. He ducked just in time, but losing sight of her for a moment, she was already behind him and hit his back with her elbow. She moved faster than anyone he saw before and with extraordinary strength. He dropped flat on the floor. The wizard started to stand but he was too late. He felt the coldness of the sword on his neck and slowly turned around as he stood up.
"So what if I'm a girl?" Her dark, doe-like eyes were fixed on him. He stared back into those icy cold eyes. They were emotionless and unmerciful. She was clad in black and the cloth covered her whole body. Not a part of her could be seen except for those above her eyes. A cloth was used under her eyes, covering the rest of her face. The raiment was not tight and yet it was unlike a robe. She looked almost like she was ready for a fight. She was expecting him.
The girl slowly walked forward and the man walked backward, not wanting the sword to get any closer than it already was. He walked still until he felt a wall behind him. //Trapped.//
"Don't even try to move your wand, wizard!" She grabbed his wand with her free hand without taking her gaze from him. She threw the wand away as though it was contagious and stepped backward, extending her arm so that the tip of her sword was now under his neck. "I may not be a witch but I can fight one," she said, her voice was also icy cold. "Never under estimate anyone, even a Muggle."
"How can a Muggle live here?" The wizard asked, shocked.
"It is none of your business," the girl replied coldly. "Tell me, what is the purpose of risking your life to come here?" The sword pressed more on his neck. He looked at the sword. It had a blue handle and embedded upon it was a white stone: Vega. He gasped as he saw this. She followed his gaze and said mockingly, "Looking for that, were you? Thief!" A smirk crossed her face. "Many tried but none succeed. They could not get passed me. My Master has told me many things that you do not know. Wizard, witches, they are nothing without their wand. They grow too reliant to it."
"At least we are not low enough to become a Death-eater," the wizard scowled back. "What parent would let their daughter be one, even for a Vega?"
The girl's hand shook as he mentioned the word parent and the wizard held his breath, hoping that she would drop her sword but no such luck. Her hand tightened its grip and as he looked up to meet her eyes, he saw, for a fleeting moment, emotion on her face. But it faded as soon as it came.
"Never mention my parents!" she said, stressing every word. Her voice was as clear as ice.
"Kill him!" a voice ordered as light suddenly streamed into the room. A man walked inside with a wand in his hand. "Kill him, Vega," he hissed, "or I will."
The man looked at her with horror on his face. //Vega? That's impossible. How could Arista let her?//
"I will Master," said Vega, her voice was as emotionless as her face.
"Vega," the wizard said, his tone was urgent. He kept his voice low so that no one could hear him but the girl alone. "You are not a Muggle. I know your father...."
His sentence was broken as he saw emotions again on her face. "Do you know where he is? Please te..."
"Avada Kedavra!" Vega stared in horror as the man in front of her dropped to the ground. "You have disappointed me again, Vega." Voldemort looked at the girl in front of him and pointed his wand toward her. "Crucio!"
Prologue
A man apparated inside a room. "So dark," he muttered softly to himself. The room was dark with no light penetrate through it. No moon, not a star. Softly the man pulled out his wand and recited a spell. A bright, blue flame shot out from the tip of his wand. The light was enough for him to look around.
Suddenly he saw from the corner of his eyes a sword heading towards his stomach. He moved sideway just in time and saw the owner of the sword. "A girl?" He saw her long, jet black hair flowed as she went towards him. "Expel..." he started to use his spell but the sword now heading towards his neck. He ducked just in time, but losing sight of her for a moment, she was already behind him and hit his back with her elbow. She moved faster than anyone he saw before and with extraordinary strength. He dropped flat on the floor. The wizard started to stand but he was too late. He felt the coldness of the sword on his neck and slowly turned around as he stood up.
"So what if I'm a girl?" Her dark, doe-like eyes were fixed on him. He stared back into those icy cold eyes. They were emotionless and unmerciful. She was clad in black and the cloth covered her whole body. Not a part of her could be seen except for those above her eyes. A cloth was used under her eyes, covering the rest of her face. The raiment was not tight and yet it was unlike a robe. She looked almost like she was ready for a fight. She was expecting him.
The girl slowly walked forward and the man walked backward, not wanting the sword to get any closer than it already was. He walked still until he felt a wall behind him. //Trapped.//
"Don't even try to move your wand, wizard!" She grabbed his wand with her free hand without taking her gaze from him. She threw the wand away as though it was contagious and stepped backward, extending her arm so that the tip of her sword was now under his neck. "I may not be a witch but I can fight one," she said, her voice was also icy cold. "Never under estimate anyone, even a Muggle."
"How can a Muggle live here?" The wizard asked, shocked.
"It is none of your business," the girl replied coldly. "Tell me, what is the purpose of risking your life to come here?" The sword pressed more on his neck. He looked at the sword. It had a blue handle and embedded upon it was a white stone: Vega. He gasped as he saw this. She followed his gaze and said mockingly, "Looking for that, were you? Thief!" A smirk crossed her face. "Many tried but none succeed. They could not get passed me. My Master has told me many things that you do not know. Wizard, witches, they are nothing without their wand. They grow too reliant to it."
"At least we are not low enough to become a Death-eater," the wizard scowled back. "What parent would let their daughter be one, even for a Vega?"
The girl's hand shook as he mentioned the word parent and the wizard held his breath, hoping that she would drop her sword but no such luck. Her hand tightened its grip and as he looked up to meet her eyes, he saw, for a fleeting moment, emotion on her face. But it faded as soon as it came.
"Never mention my parents!" she said, stressing every word. Her voice was as clear as ice.
"Kill him!" a voice ordered as light suddenly streamed into the room. A man walked inside with a wand in his hand. "Kill him, Vega," he hissed, "or I will."
The man looked at her with horror on his face. //Vega? That's impossible. How could Arista let her?//
"I will Master," said Vega, her voice was as emotionless as her face.
"Vega," the wizard said, his tone was urgent. He kept his voice low so that no one could hear him but the girl alone. "You are not a Muggle. I know your father...."
His sentence was broken as he saw emotions again on her face. "Do you know where he is? Please te..."
"Avada Kedavra!" Vega stared in horror as the man in front of her dropped to the ground. "You have disappointed me again, Vega." Voldemort looked at the girl in front of him and pointed his wand toward her. "Crucio!"
