A/N: Okay, I owe you guys this. I haven't written for a while, but trust me, I have a reason. I've been loaded down with homework, I'm trying to write a book (which isn't going well, since I've been on page 2 of chapter 1 since last summer…), and just life in general.
Thank you to my reviewers, and sorry.
Trillium- You LIKE Lucius? *Cough cough* I mean, sure I'll put more of him in there. I plan on it. That's all I'm going to say on that subject. You also like my rants. You truly are an odd person. But that's okay, because so am I. Lastly, NEVER mention 'Bambi eyes' to a Disney fan. I can go on for hours. And trust me, that is one rant you never want to hear.
Eyce Queen- Glad you like it. I'm not sure if I do or not. It's always good to have the opinion of authors you like. I can't quite remember why…
Rem123- Wow. That was…short…and to the point…I guess. Write more next time, so I can focus on the parts you love the most!
Telpe Nar Roccar- Nice name. I recognize it. What is it again? Anyway, I'm happy that you think it isn't typical, because I think it is. Hehe…define 'soon'. Is a little less than a month "soon"?
Right, so that's my thank-you's done. Now, since I have nothing else to say, I will continue on to the disclaimer and story.
DISCLAIMER: In the words of a friend of mine, own nada.
Chapter 5
Narcissa Malfoy curtsied low in front of her husband and the cloaked figure. She did not know whom it was he had brought home with him, but they seemed to be very important; Lucius never looked quite as uneasy as he did now. The hooded figure stepped forward, and nodded to Narcissa. Lucius snapped his fingers, and a house elf appeared.
"Take the Lady to the guest chamber. Now!"
The house elf shuddered, but obeyed the order. The black cloak billowed silently as Kraestrayn followed the elf down a hallway, and disappeared. Lucius let out a sigh and turned to his wife.
"That, my dear, before you ask, was our new Lady. She is very temperamental, so I would advise you stay away from her as much as you possibly can. You must call her Lady or Mistress. She is to succeed where the Dark Lord failed." Lucius paused, letting this sink into her head. "She is also a Changer."
"A Changer? You can't be serious? The power of the Changers was lost thousands of years ago."
"So we thought. It seems that information was incorrect."
"Do the others know of her?"
"What's left of them. She killed Avery, too, simply by flicking her hand at him. She's powerful. Very powerful."
"I should tend to the Mistress, make sure she has everything she needs. It wouldn't do to have the Lady lacking anything." She turned to go.
"Narcissa!" Lucius called out to her as she left. "This changes nothing." His wife nodded, and disappeared.
*****
"This is a complicated pattern to weave, sisters."
"Indeed, but the pattern was not of our choosing. It never was. We are simply the weavers of it."
"It will be interesting to look at when it is finished."
Orddu looked over to Orwen. "That may be a long time yet, Orwen. We cannot say."
"It is the same for the others," added Orgoch. "The clouds of darkness make it hard to see a sunset."
"My dear Orgoch, I believe you are out of yourself today. That is the most unlikely thing for you to say."
"Indigestion," the cloaked one replied. "You never cook your frogs right."
*****
It was Hermione's job to pass out the timetables to the students at breakfast on Monday. She ran up and down the Gryffindor table, her large pile of papers depleting with every run she made. After ten minutes of mayhem, she could finally sit down with her friends and eat.
"So, 'Mione, what classes do we have today?" Ron asked before biting a piece of toast.
"Ron, your schedule's right in front of you, why don't you just look at it?"
"Because I'm trying to eat, and I figured that you had already memorized it anyway." A bit of egg yolk dripped down his chin as he finished eating.
"Oh, for goodness' sake, Ron, get a napkin! Don't you sit there laughing, Harry! It's not funny, it's disgusting!"
Harry took off his glasses and wiped his eyes, still chuckling. No matter what happened, Hermione would always be the same. It seemed like a morning ritual for Hermione to correct Ron, or admonish him for something. Harry picked up his schedule and glanced down the columns. "We've got herbology first thing, then potions…"
"With the Slytherins?"
"Yeah. But it's not double, so that's a good thing."
"If you say so. What else?"
"We've got double Defense against the Dark Arts after."
"Good. Then we can find out who the new teacher is. You'll notice he's still not here."
The three of them glanced at the table.
"Wait a minute," said Ron. "There are two empty chairs, and only the Dark Arts professor missing. Who's the other one for?"
"I don't know," replied Harry (he seems to say that an awful lot, doesn't he?).
"I suppose we'll just have to find out."
They finished their breakfast, and hurried off to their first class.
A/N: Guess who the DADA teacher is. Go ahead, guess. I bet you'll never get it! The first person to get it (if any) gets the chapter dedicated to them. My friends are allowed to be a part of this, because even they don't know.
I don't believe I need to lecture you once more on the importance of reviewing.
I'm sorry that chapter was short and pointless, but I needed a filler, and it was the best I could come up with. Deal with it. Try to guess what Hermione has planned, too. I love guessing games!
Toodles.
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…I may be adding on to my name, but the Aindel will stay in it so you can find me.