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A/N: We're glad that little twist in the plot intrigued you all. We trust by now, you have realized
this is a story with a plotline, not some babbling smut. :grin: It's going to get a lot more
interesting from here on out, folks. We'll also be re-introducing some characters that made
appearances in earlier chapters, such as Aradia Malfoy and Pepper Potter. ENJOY!
Taryn and Jordan stood silently as they watched their father's retreating form leave the Great
Hall. A series of onlookers held similar expressions, awaiting Taryn and Jordan's next move.
Hermione gently took her hands from her children's shoulders and headed back to her seat. Taryn
turned to look at Jordan. There was a surge of pain in her eyes that he could almost feel. She
abruptly broke her gaze and stormed off much in the fashion of their father.
Jordan paused for a moment arching is brow. 'Oh, great, so she leaves?! After all that?! I don't
think so...' He thought to himself and chased after his sister. It wasn't too long before he caught
up to her in the hall.
"Tare, would you stop a minute?" He proceeded to grab her arm, but she shrugged it away. "Tare,
what's going on? I want to know right now." Jordan demanded, placing his figure in front of his
sister to meet her face to face. "Why are you being so fruity?" He asked, with no attempt to be
facetious.
"It's none of your bloody business, but if you must know, I had a horrible nightmare." Taryn
affirmed her statement by nodding her head. She proceeded to walk around her brother, but once
again to her avail, he placed himself within her path before she could continue.
"I'd also like to know why /he/ ran out like that?" He let out an exasperating sigh.
"It's for your own good." Taryn replied meekly.
"What was your nightmare about?" He asked noting at that moment, Taryn became very sullen.
She seemed to be thinking about the question and soon shuddered at the realization of
remembering. None-the-less, her silence persisted.
"If you don't want to tell me, I'll go and find out for myself." Jordan turned his gaze to the floor
ready to stalk off, but Taryn's quick clasp stopped him. Her eyes once again held the same pain
he saw back in the great hall.
"It was horrible." She said as tears began to fill her eyes. She sniffled a few times as she backed
up to lean against the wall. Jordan offered a corner of his robe which Taryn graciously accepted
with an sympathetic laugh. She blew her nose on it and handed it back to her brother. He stared
at the now-bogie-covered material and drop it to his side as he sat down on the floor. Taryn
joined him.
"It started in the forest-the bald spot-to be precise." She let out a sigh. "It's where I usually collect
herbs for dad..."
"I know the place." Jordan's lip curled up as he looked at his sister expectantly.
"There was a voice, sort of echoing around us."
"I was there?" Taryn ignored her brother's inquisition.
"Mum and dad appeared..." She continued, letting him know of the horror that was inflicted
during her slumber unto the very last detail.
"That's when you where there. I saw the athame. I couldn't believe that it was real and in your
hands." Taryn paused for a moment in attempt to calm her recent flow of emotions. "If you tell
anyone I cried, I'll make you rue the day you were born." Jordan blinked at her threat. He didn't
know whether to be afraid or astonished, maybe a bit of both. Taryn suddenly smirked and
Jordan arched his brow as a response. The silence was then broken by the sounds of their
laughter. The two of them rose to their feet, quieting their laughter to mere giggles.
"Thanks." Taryn embraced her brother.
"Anytime." He replied. "Now I need to show you something..." Jordan trailed off as they parted
from their hug.
"What?" Taryn's eyes shifted from side to side before landing back to her brother.
"I won't tell anyone you cried if you come with me." Jordan took he crest that was previously
tucked away under his shirt out and held it in his hand.
"I've seen the crest, J. Where are we going?" Jordan took his sister's hand.
"Lets hope this works with at least one person wearing it."
"What?"
"Do not think. Do not speak. Only be." With that, Jordan and Taryn were both invisible.
"Crikey! Where'd you go?" Taryn asked in a shocked tone of voice. She could feel her brother
still holding her hand, but he was no where to be seen. Not only that, she wasn't able to see
herself.
"No time for that, lets go find out what this is all about." Taryn was then pulled quickly through
the halls by her brother.
"Why didn't dad give the cool crest to his eldest child?" She let out a growl as they passed a
suddenly alarmed Zabini in the hall.
"Huh?!" He asked with a startled expression. However, Taryn and her brother continued on
without stopping.
"Hey, just because you're invisible doesn't mean people won't hear you." Taryn knew her brother
all too well. She imagined that he had rolled his eyes after his previous comment. Knowing this,
she took it upon herself to punch him playfully where she thought he was.
"Mwuah." She mused as her fist connected with a solid punch.
"Shhh!" He attempted to quiet his sister. "Try not to fall through the door either." Jordan stated as
he leaned his head closer to the door to listen.
"What?"
But Jordan had no time to explain as the door before them swung open on it's hinges. Backing
away quickly, they watched with fascination as their father stormed from the room in insane
frenzy. As he did so, he came very close to walking into his children, instead he felt a swish of
robes.
Stopping abruptly, he turned sharply, staring at the space where to two teens stood, still invisible.
He was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating wether it was just a gust of wind from a nearby
open window, or indeed, something more.
Shrugging, he continued on his way down the halls, disappearing around a corner.
"Well, that's it for me." Taryn said as she let go of her brother's hand. The action caused her form
to appear as she stalked off down the hall. Jordan, still being invisible, decided (*ahem* purely
out of curiosity) to follow her.
He followed her through twisting corridors and long passageways; seamless halls and endless
stairways, until finally, Taryn stopped. It was an unknown portion of the castle, even to Jordan,
who was always wandering it's many halls and hidden passages. He slipped in silently behind her
as she entered an abandoned classroom.
Only, it wasn't abandoned. And, upon further inspection, Jordan realized it wasn't a classroom.
It was a rather comfortable looking living room. And seated in it's many chairs and couches were
Aradia Malfoy, Pepper Potter, Beth Potter, his sister, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley (the first), and
R2W.
Moving swiftly to an abandoned chair in the corner of the room, Jordan sat and listened with apt
curiosity.
"We almost thought you wouldn't make it, Taryn." Pepper said softly, sipping from a steaming
cup of tea.
"Yeah..." Beth trailed off, staring into her own cup. "Why did you and Jordan run off earlier?"
'Yes, Taryn.' Jordan mused to himself, crossing his legs in a girly fashion and pretending to sip
tea. 'Why /did/ you run off?' Fighting back the insane urge to burst out laughing, Jordan leaned
forward to hear her answer. 'Knowing Tare, it's probably a long story.'
"It's a long story." Taryn answered quietly, shifting her eyes from the gathered group to the
hardwood floor. A tense silence filled the room as nervous fingers fidgeted with delicate china,
and anxious feet shuffled across the floor. Finally, R2W broke the silence.
"So, care to tell everyone what happened between you and Jordan today?" R2W grinned madly,
staring opening at a blushing Beth. Leaning across the middle of the couch, Beth punched R2W
in the arm. "OW!"
"Praytell, what /did/ happen?" Aradia piped up, leaning forward in anticipation of the young
Gryffindor's answer.
"He kissed her!" R2W exclaimed, not giving Beth the chance to change the subject. "He actually
bloody kissed her - after he walked into the wall..."
Jordan pretended to choke on his imaginary tea. Leaning forward more so than he already was, he
listened anxiously for Beth's reaction.
"In front of Harry, no less." R2W added for good measure. Beth groaned in defeat, covering her
face with her hands and slouching in her seat.
"Tongue?" Aradia inquired nonchalantly, receiving a playful slap from her father.
"I didn't see any..." R2W answered, glancing at Beth, who seemed to be attempting to disappear.
Taryn giggled quietly, watching Beth with interest. The embarrassed fifth year glared at the Head
Girl.
"I'm sorry, Beth." Taryn said between giggles. "He's my brother, so of course it amuses me. A
lot." She broke into another round of giggles, unaware of the heated gaze Jordan was sending her
way. Soon, everyone but Draco and Beth were outwardly laughing.
"It was very sweet!" Beth defended, coming to her senses. "Romantic even. So there." She stuck
her Tongue out in a childish manner at R2W, who 'Awed' at the remark. Jordan nodded
approvingly, looking triumphantly at his sister, as if to say 'hmpf!'
"You know, I really don't care to hear my students share their thoughts on kissing other students."
Draco leaned back in his chair, brushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes. "Bloody ridiculous.
Right Ron?"
"Are you two together?" The elder Weasley inquired, smiling mischievously at Beth.
"RON!"
"Oh! Um, right." Ron nodded, pushing up out of his seat. Draco followed suit, and the two
moved to stand beside the door. "We'll leave you girls," here he looked pointedly at his son,
fighting back a grin, "to talk."
"Ha bloody ha." R2W groused, standing and stretching. "Very funny, Dad." Turning, he bowed to
the girls. "As wonderful as you ladies are, I'd rather not listen to you exchange make-up tips and
gossip about how well each boy in this school kisses."
Standing quietly, Jordan followed the three men out the door; he too, was not keen on listening to
female gossip.
"I'm going to see if I can find J." R2W said, running ahead of the two adults. Jordan lagged
behind, not quite in the mood to be found. Draco stopped suddenly, hearing an odd sort of swish.
Ron stopped as well, confused as to why the blonde-haired man had halted.
Jordan stood, frozen in his spot. Draco turned his head slowly, staring at the spot where Jordan
was standing. Ron followed suit, trying to see what Draco was seeing.
Horrified, Jordan watched as the two pairs of eyes gleamed bright red, an eerie laughing filling
the silent halls. Shaking his head, Jordan looked up once more, only to see the two men were
already gone.
"That was...odd." Jordan said to himself, finally stalking off in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
"Quite odd indeed."
~*~
Back in the Malfoy Suite, the girls sat silently, sipping at their tea and nibbling on sweet cakes.
"I had a dream." Taryn finally broke the silence, placing her cup on the coffee table. Everyone
remained quiet as their eyes set on the Head Girl. "Nightmare, actually."
"Would you like to talk about it?" Pepper inquired, worried about her best friend. Taryn nodded
solemnly, gathering her thoughts. Beth and Aradia glanced at each other, worried looks claimed
their previously blank faces.
"It was about Voldemort." They all visibly flinched at the name. Though they had been raised to
speak a person's true name, mention of the fallen Dark Lord still sent shivers of fear down their
spines.
"Voldemort?" Aradia questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. Taryn nodded before launching into a
lengthy, vividly descriptive explanation of the dream. When she was finished, she looked
expectantly at the other occupants of the room.
"I've had that dream." Pepper whispered, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. "But it was a bit
different than yours."
"You did?" Taryn's mouth dropped open, fear in her eyes.
"Yes, Beth and I killed our parents...for the most part." Pepper began, hesitating slightly. The
other girls listened on. "We were wearing robes just like the one's you described. We cast the
Unforgivables on our parents, until they were gasping for air..." She choked on a sob, hugging
her middle and rocking back and forth.
"And Beth, with the Athame, finished them off?" Taryn inquired softly, assuming Beth had taken
on Jordan's role from her own dream.
"No." Pepper whispered.
"No!?"
"We stopped just as Jordan walked into the clearing, the Athame in hand, and finished the job for
us."
"Jordan was in your dream?" Taryn didn't want to believe it, refused to believe it.
"Yes. And when he was done, instead of switching over to a wedding, like yours, mine switched
to our initiation."
"Ours? As in mine and yours?" Beth asked, fear and confusion etched on her features.
"Mine, yours, Aradia's, Taryn's and Jordan's." Pepper answered, noting the shocked expressions.
"We were all receiving the Dark Mark."
"That's how mine happened too." Aradia cut in, running a hand through her hair. "But I was alone
with Father, until Jordan came along. And then it faded to the initiation, just like yours."
"You had the dream too?!"
"Yes."
"Beth, have you had any odd dreams?" Taryn asked, turning to the frightened fifth year.
"Sort of..." Beth trailed off, blushing furiously. "But I don't know what they mean."
"What was it about?" Taryn pushed, urging the girl to tell.
"I..I-I...Seduced Jordan."
~*~
A/N: We're glad that little twist in the plot intrigued you all. We trust by now, you have realized
this is a story with a plotline, not some babbling smut. :grin: It's going to get a lot more
interesting from here on out, folks. We'll also be re-introducing some characters that made
appearances in earlier chapters, such as Aradia Malfoy and Pepper Potter. ENJOY!
Taryn and Jordan stood silently as they watched their father's retreating form leave the Great
Hall. A series of onlookers held similar expressions, awaiting Taryn and Jordan's next move.
Hermione gently took her hands from her children's shoulders and headed back to her seat. Taryn
turned to look at Jordan. There was a surge of pain in her eyes that he could almost feel. She
abruptly broke her gaze and stormed off much in the fashion of their father.
Jordan paused for a moment arching is brow. 'Oh, great, so she leaves?! After all that?! I don't
think so...' He thought to himself and chased after his sister. It wasn't too long before he caught
up to her in the hall.
"Tare, would you stop a minute?" He proceeded to grab her arm, but she shrugged it away. "Tare,
what's going on? I want to know right now." Jordan demanded, placing his figure in front of his
sister to meet her face to face. "Why are you being so fruity?" He asked, with no attempt to be
facetious.
"It's none of your bloody business, but if you must know, I had a horrible nightmare." Taryn
affirmed her statement by nodding her head. She proceeded to walk around her brother, but once
again to her avail, he placed himself within her path before she could continue.
"I'd also like to know why /he/ ran out like that?" He let out an exasperating sigh.
"It's for your own good." Taryn replied meekly.
"What was your nightmare about?" He asked noting at that moment, Taryn became very sullen.
She seemed to be thinking about the question and soon shuddered at the realization of
remembering. None-the-less, her silence persisted.
"If you don't want to tell me, I'll go and find out for myself." Jordan turned his gaze to the floor
ready to stalk off, but Taryn's quick clasp stopped him. Her eyes once again held the same pain
he saw back in the great hall.
"It was horrible." She said as tears began to fill her eyes. She sniffled a few times as she backed
up to lean against the wall. Jordan offered a corner of his robe which Taryn graciously accepted
with an sympathetic laugh. She blew her nose on it and handed it back to her brother. He stared
at the now-bogie-covered material and drop it to his side as he sat down on the floor. Taryn
joined him.
"It started in the forest-the bald spot-to be precise." She let out a sigh. "It's where I usually collect
herbs for dad..."
"I know the place." Jordan's lip curled up as he looked at his sister expectantly.
"There was a voice, sort of echoing around us."
"I was there?" Taryn ignored her brother's inquisition.
"Mum and dad appeared..." She continued, letting him know of the horror that was inflicted
during her slumber unto the very last detail.
"That's when you where there. I saw the athame. I couldn't believe that it was real and in your
hands." Taryn paused for a moment in attempt to calm her recent flow of emotions. "If you tell
anyone I cried, I'll make you rue the day you were born." Jordan blinked at her threat. He didn't
know whether to be afraid or astonished, maybe a bit of both. Taryn suddenly smirked and
Jordan arched his brow as a response. The silence was then broken by the sounds of their
laughter. The two of them rose to their feet, quieting their laughter to mere giggles.
"Thanks." Taryn embraced her brother.
"Anytime." He replied. "Now I need to show you something..." Jordan trailed off as they parted
from their hug.
"What?" Taryn's eyes shifted from side to side before landing back to her brother.
"I won't tell anyone you cried if you come with me." Jordan took he crest that was previously
tucked away under his shirt out and held it in his hand.
"I've seen the crest, J. Where are we going?" Jordan took his sister's hand.
"Lets hope this works with at least one person wearing it."
"What?"
"Do not think. Do not speak. Only be." With that, Jordan and Taryn were both invisible.
"Crikey! Where'd you go?" Taryn asked in a shocked tone of voice. She could feel her brother
still holding her hand, but he was no where to be seen. Not only that, she wasn't able to see
herself.
"No time for that, lets go find out what this is all about." Taryn was then pulled quickly through
the halls by her brother.
"Why didn't dad give the cool crest to his eldest child?" She let out a growl as they passed a
suddenly alarmed Zabini in the hall.
"Huh?!" He asked with a startled expression. However, Taryn and her brother continued on
without stopping.
"Hey, just because you're invisible doesn't mean people won't hear you." Taryn knew her brother
all too well. She imagined that he had rolled his eyes after his previous comment. Knowing this,
she took it upon herself to punch him playfully where she thought he was.
"Mwuah." She mused as her fist connected with a solid punch.
"Shhh!" He attempted to quiet his sister. "Try not to fall through the door either." Jordan stated as
he leaned his head closer to the door to listen.
"What?"
But Jordan had no time to explain as the door before them swung open on it's hinges. Backing
away quickly, they watched with fascination as their father stormed from the room in insane
frenzy. As he did so, he came very close to walking into his children, instead he felt a swish of
robes.
Stopping abruptly, he turned sharply, staring at the space where to two teens stood, still invisible.
He was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating wether it was just a gust of wind from a nearby
open window, or indeed, something more.
Shrugging, he continued on his way down the halls, disappearing around a corner.
"Well, that's it for me." Taryn said as she let go of her brother's hand. The action caused her form
to appear as she stalked off down the hall. Jordan, still being invisible, decided (*ahem* purely
out of curiosity) to follow her.
He followed her through twisting corridors and long passageways; seamless halls and endless
stairways, until finally, Taryn stopped. It was an unknown portion of the castle, even to Jordan,
who was always wandering it's many halls and hidden passages. He slipped in silently behind her
as she entered an abandoned classroom.
Only, it wasn't abandoned. And, upon further inspection, Jordan realized it wasn't a classroom.
It was a rather comfortable looking living room. And seated in it's many chairs and couches were
Aradia Malfoy, Pepper Potter, Beth Potter, his sister, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley (the first), and
R2W.
Moving swiftly to an abandoned chair in the corner of the room, Jordan sat and listened with apt
curiosity.
"We almost thought you wouldn't make it, Taryn." Pepper said softly, sipping from a steaming
cup of tea.
"Yeah..." Beth trailed off, staring into her own cup. "Why did you and Jordan run off earlier?"
'Yes, Taryn.' Jordan mused to himself, crossing his legs in a girly fashion and pretending to sip
tea. 'Why /did/ you run off?' Fighting back the insane urge to burst out laughing, Jordan leaned
forward to hear her answer. 'Knowing Tare, it's probably a long story.'
"It's a long story." Taryn answered quietly, shifting her eyes from the gathered group to the
hardwood floor. A tense silence filled the room as nervous fingers fidgeted with delicate china,
and anxious feet shuffled across the floor. Finally, R2W broke the silence.
"So, care to tell everyone what happened between you and Jordan today?" R2W grinned madly,
staring opening at a blushing Beth. Leaning across the middle of the couch, Beth punched R2W
in the arm. "OW!"
"Praytell, what /did/ happen?" Aradia piped up, leaning forward in anticipation of the young
Gryffindor's answer.
"He kissed her!" R2W exclaimed, not giving Beth the chance to change the subject. "He actually
bloody kissed her - after he walked into the wall..."
Jordan pretended to choke on his imaginary tea. Leaning forward more so than he already was, he
listened anxiously for Beth's reaction.
"In front of Harry, no less." R2W added for good measure. Beth groaned in defeat, covering her
face with her hands and slouching in her seat.
"Tongue?" Aradia inquired nonchalantly, receiving a playful slap from her father.
"I didn't see any..." R2W answered, glancing at Beth, who seemed to be attempting to disappear.
Taryn giggled quietly, watching Beth with interest. The embarrassed fifth year glared at the Head
Girl.
"I'm sorry, Beth." Taryn said between giggles. "He's my brother, so of course it amuses me. A
lot." She broke into another round of giggles, unaware of the heated gaze Jordan was sending her
way. Soon, everyone but Draco and Beth were outwardly laughing.
"It was very sweet!" Beth defended, coming to her senses. "Romantic even. So there." She stuck
her Tongue out in a childish manner at R2W, who 'Awed' at the remark. Jordan nodded
approvingly, looking triumphantly at his sister, as if to say 'hmpf!'
"You know, I really don't care to hear my students share their thoughts on kissing other students."
Draco leaned back in his chair, brushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes. "Bloody ridiculous.
Right Ron?"
"Are you two together?" The elder Weasley inquired, smiling mischievously at Beth.
"RON!"
"Oh! Um, right." Ron nodded, pushing up out of his seat. Draco followed suit, and the two
moved to stand beside the door. "We'll leave you girls," here he looked pointedly at his son,
fighting back a grin, "to talk."
"Ha bloody ha." R2W groused, standing and stretching. "Very funny, Dad." Turning, he bowed to
the girls. "As wonderful as you ladies are, I'd rather not listen to you exchange make-up tips and
gossip about how well each boy in this school kisses."
Standing quietly, Jordan followed the three men out the door; he too, was not keen on listening to
female gossip.
"I'm going to see if I can find J." R2W said, running ahead of the two adults. Jordan lagged
behind, not quite in the mood to be found. Draco stopped suddenly, hearing an odd sort of swish.
Ron stopped as well, confused as to why the blonde-haired man had halted.
Jordan stood, frozen in his spot. Draco turned his head slowly, staring at the spot where Jordan
was standing. Ron followed suit, trying to see what Draco was seeing.
Horrified, Jordan watched as the two pairs of eyes gleamed bright red, an eerie laughing filling
the silent halls. Shaking his head, Jordan looked up once more, only to see the two men were
already gone.
"That was...odd." Jordan said to himself, finally stalking off in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
"Quite odd indeed."
~*~
Back in the Malfoy Suite, the girls sat silently, sipping at their tea and nibbling on sweet cakes.
"I had a dream." Taryn finally broke the silence, placing her cup on the coffee table. Everyone
remained quiet as their eyes set on the Head Girl. "Nightmare, actually."
"Would you like to talk about it?" Pepper inquired, worried about her best friend. Taryn nodded
solemnly, gathering her thoughts. Beth and Aradia glanced at each other, worried looks claimed
their previously blank faces.
"It was about Voldemort." They all visibly flinched at the name. Though they had been raised to
speak a person's true name, mention of the fallen Dark Lord still sent shivers of fear down their
spines.
"Voldemort?" Aradia questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. Taryn nodded before launching into a
lengthy, vividly descriptive explanation of the dream. When she was finished, she looked
expectantly at the other occupants of the room.
"I've had that dream." Pepper whispered, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. "But it was a bit
different than yours."
"You did?" Taryn's mouth dropped open, fear in her eyes.
"Yes, Beth and I killed our parents...for the most part." Pepper began, hesitating slightly. The
other girls listened on. "We were wearing robes just like the one's you described. We cast the
Unforgivables on our parents, until they were gasping for air..." She choked on a sob, hugging
her middle and rocking back and forth.
"And Beth, with the Athame, finished them off?" Taryn inquired softly, assuming Beth had taken
on Jordan's role from her own dream.
"No." Pepper whispered.
"No!?"
"We stopped just as Jordan walked into the clearing, the Athame in hand, and finished the job for
us."
"Jordan was in your dream?" Taryn didn't want to believe it, refused to believe it.
"Yes. And when he was done, instead of switching over to a wedding, like yours, mine switched
to our initiation."
"Ours? As in mine and yours?" Beth asked, fear and confusion etched on her features.
"Mine, yours, Aradia's, Taryn's and Jordan's." Pepper answered, noting the shocked expressions.
"We were all receiving the Dark Mark."
"That's how mine happened too." Aradia cut in, running a hand through her hair. "But I was alone
with Father, until Jordan came along. And then it faded to the initiation, just like yours."
"You had the dream too?!"
"Yes."
"Beth, have you had any odd dreams?" Taryn asked, turning to the frightened fifth year.
"Sort of..." Beth trailed off, blushing furiously. "But I don't know what they mean."
"What was it about?" Taryn pushed, urging the girl to tell.
"I..I-I...Seduced Jordan."
~*~