The usual disclaimers apply... How I wish that Harry Potter and co. belonged to
me... They have a world that I would LOVE to live in...
The Awakening of a Royal
Chapter 5: Passion, Truce… and what's that HEX???
At
the hospital wing, Nikolai was hovering worriedly at her princess's side. She
had gotten Amber to force-feed the unconscious girl with some dreamless-sleep
potion, but still, she was thrashing on the bed, as if some nightmare was upon
her. ::Odd…:: Nikolai thought, but continued to transfer energy into
Silverdawn. Amber was helping Madame Pomfrey tend to Professor Snape in his
private rooms, and Nikolai was worried that if her friend continues to have
nightmares all the time, it was going to strain her nerves very badly. Worry started
to cloud her grayish-blue eyes, and she prayed that God would keep her safe
until Shadownight comes…
"How
is she?" Azrael asked anxiously when he apparated into the ward. Nikolai
shook her head as she gazed at Silverdawn, who was whimpering in her sleep.
When Azrael saw it, he got to his twin's side and hugged her tight. Whispering
words of encouragement and humming a slow ballad, he got Silverdawn to calm
down, but she did not wake up. Nikolai helped wipe away her tears, murmuring in
a soft voice, "Azrael, the dreamless sleep potion did not work on her this
time. Those dreams are getting worse now."
The
prince sighed, still holding his twin's limp body tightly in one arm- something
he had done since young to keep her nightmares away… He then said, "She
practically never sleeps anymore. Since young, she keeps dreaming of things
that has and will happen… and sometimes, those dreams can be pretty horrifying.
There was once when she witnessed first hand how a bunch of muggle women was
decapitated limb by limb during one of the muggle wars in her dreams, and she
had been screaming until I came to calm her down…" Nikolai, who was a
natural healer since young, became concerned, "is there anything to make
those dreams stop?"
"Nope,
it stops time and again. But God knows when it'll stop for her to rest."
Azrael answered back in a pretty agitated tone. Nikolai stayed by them quietly,
projecting the aura of peace on the two of them, before mind-speaking to
Azrael, so that no one can overhear (not even the ghosts).
::Emperor,
get some sleep later on. Clearly, you are worn out too. I'll give the report in
your turn.::
::Thanks,
but I can still manage…::
At
that, Nikolai said nothing for a few minutes, but continued, ::I insist…
Please?:: Azrael gave her a small smile, but complied, saying in a hoarse
voice, "Laila, I owe you so much…" the girl shook her head, putting a
finger on his lips, "Nope, you don't owe me anything," she said
impishly, "I can only say that I envy Silver for having such a good brother."
Azrael chuckled, pulling Nikolai next to him with his free hand, "You
don't have to be envious, for such a caring person is your man." He puffed
out his chest comically, taking great care not to disturb the sleeping girl in
his embrace, and gave the healer a quick kiss on her lips. She blushed
slightly, and chided, "You had better do your job and look after her. I'll
take over you on the report making. Take care of her, Emperor."
She
cast a ward on the entire room to keep out unwanted busybodies, and went out,
literally knocking into Draco, who had been running in her direction. Nikolai
almost fell, but was kept steady by Draco, who immediately apologized for his
reckless behavior.
"Temperance,
how is she?" Draco asked anxiously, pale eyes steeped in worry. He had
found out from Ash that Silverdawn had fainted, and had rushed off immediately
to the hospital ward, leaving several students stunned. Nikolai felt his
concern and hurriedly reassured him, "Magician, she's alright. Azrael is
with her, so why don't you go in?" Draco's eyes went a little dim, and
said quietly, "Will I be interrupting them?" He looked like a lost
puppy, and Nikolai went very amused, "I don't think that he'd mind… So now
go!" With a push, she got him into the hospital wing, where he
instantly saw Azrael hugging Silverdawn's sleeping form. The prince saw Draco,
and signaled for him to come over, which the latter did hesitantly.
"How
long will she be out cold?" Draco inquired as he looked at the pale girl.
A stab of pain shot through his heart when he saw how fragile the black-haired
beauty was, something that he could not comprehend. Azrael looked tired, and
replied, "I'm not sure, but I can definitely feel her terror of those
nightmares." As if on cue, the sleeping girl thrashed about in Azrael's
arms, before reaching out to grip on Draco's hand. Then, like finding a life
buoy in an endless stretch of ocean waters, she stopped struggling and drifted
off into the fretful sleep again, one hand gripping Draco's tightly.
Azrael
frowned when he saw this - for no one had been able to calm her down in her
nightmares other than himself. The way she relied on Draco spoke volumes, and
Azrael pondered on the question silently. Then, without warning, he put his
twin in Draco's arms and saw that she snuggled even closer to the bewildered
boy.
"What?"
Draco asked, puzzled, and Azrael did not explain, only saying, "Looks like
Silver likes you too…" Draco's face felt hot, and he KNEW that he was
blushing from the sly grin on Azrael's face.
"Magician,
remember the promise you gave me last night?" Azrael asked casually,
looking very innocent.
"Why?"
Draco turned apprehensive, remembering the last time Professor Kadamon (note
below) had given him that look. He looked at the prince strangely, and
Azrael said, "Can you help me look after Silver until she wakes up? She
needs someone to watch over her in case her condition get worse…" Draco's
eyes went dark, knowing that there was something up, but agreed. Azrael nodded
his thanks, and got out of the room, leaving Draco alone with Silverdawn, lying
on a bed, with the platinum-blonde haired boy cradling the black-haired beauty.
Draco tried to stay awake, but the softness of the bed made him enter a deep
slumber…
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Azrael
walked silently down to the lowest levels of the dungeons, footsteps echoing
down the deserted hallway in an eerie manner. He knew his way well, reaching a
dead corner where a marble statue of a young girl in roman toga stood within
minutes. Whispering the words, "Angelic Umcinion", the statue slid to
one side, revealing a corridor that led to a large family room. The expanse of
the place was humongous, and was striking in a mysterious manner. It looked to
be abandoned years ago, with layers of dust accumulated on the furniture and
floor. Apparently, no house-elves knew of this room, and the maintenance spells
had gone off after the former owner of this suite died.
"Lumos,"
Azrael muttered, his left palm forming a pale violet ball of light that was
bright enough to illuminate the entire room. Idly, he gazed at the unused
chandelier, causing it to suddenly light up without any spells. Satisfied that
the basic need of light was met, he made the ball of fire in his hand die away,
and moved on to make the residence fit for human habitation.
"Reparo
Hitherto." He commanded. Instantly, the dusty room went spotlessly clean,
as did the other rooms in the suite. The furniture resumed its original splendor
- the soft, white armchairs went dirt free, the spiral glass coffee table
polished… and even the ornaments and photos on the mantelpiece of the fireplace
looked as if it was brand new. Azrael smiled at the family photos, and roamed
about, inspecting the portraits and statues, before entering the master
bedroom.
A
muggle portrait of a pair of silver-haired twins was hung above a California
size four-poster bed. The artist captured the happy moment on canvas very
vividly, and Azrael gazed at it for several moments before magicking new
pillows and coverlets (deep blue in color) on the feather bed. He went over to
the oak table where several books were placed haphazardly on it, and helped
placed it back in order. A feather quill was still intact on the inkpot, and it
looked as if the owner had just left it hours ago, instead of years ago…
After
examining the room, he went over to the next room, which was decorated in
several feminine colors. The walls were not the stony ones seen of dungeons,
but smooth peach-colored walls that were complemented by soft, maroon red
carpets. A California-sized four-poster bed took up a small part of the room,
and on it were burgundy-red velvet pillows and blankets, with several
white-bunny dolls. In the center of the room was a fountain that was embedded
to the floor. It was rather large, with a slab within it that allowed people to
sit inside it like a massage bath or Jacuzzi.
The
room was furnished similar to the master bedroom, with a small section
partitioned like a den, and several bookcases, couches, along with a study
table and chair. Azrael settled on some cushions in the den, and relaxed
immensely, thinking over his twin's problem and Hermione's awakening… Groaning,
he got up, continued on his rounds, until he had explored the entire suite,
from one end to another.
About
an hour later, he went back to the family den, he placed some permanent spells
to keep the apartment tidy, and raised his hand, concentrating on the seal that
was forming on his fingertips. An angel responded his call, and Azrael said,
"Camael, help me assign an angel to look after this place until it is
handed to its rightful owner." Camael nodded, and replied in a light
tenor, "Yes, your highness."
"Thank
you." Azrael said gratefully, and with that, both of them disapparated -
one to get some sleep, and the other, to finish some work in the Angelic World
before doing his allocated task.
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Two hours later…
"Mmm…"
Silverdawn mumbled contentedly after getting at least an hour of dreamless
sleep. Her ebony-black hair was mussed up pretty badly, and she burrowed deeper
into the 'pillow' below her head, only to find that 'it' was rather hard
instead of soft, and that 'it' was moving…
Pushing
herself up with her hands as she was lying on her stomach, she was shocked to
find that the 'bed' and 'pillow' that she had thought she was sleeping on was
actually a person's body - Draco! Slowing down her quickened heartbeat, she
stared dumbly at the boy, wondering why he was here… From the even breathing,
the black-haired girl knew that he was sleeping soundly, and felt that she
could not tear her gaze from the handsome silver-haired boy. His usually neat
hair was all over the pillow, fanning to form a light halo that complemented
the pure aura that surrounded him. His aura melded well with her sapphire blue
one, and Silverdawn wondered what he would look like with wings…
The frown and know-it-all
smirk that Draco usually had when mingling with the Slytherins were no longer
there. Instead, his features softened to reveal the refined cheekbones, slender
nose, and the unique smile that he wore only in his sleep - those beautifully
shaped lips that forced Silver to use all of her self-control to resist
touching. She thought of the body that was underneath her, hard with muscles,
and the strength of his powerful embrace that was evident from the arms
circling her trim waist. Out of the blue, Silverdawn wondered how his naked body
would look and feel like, and blushed furiously at that thought.
She
dropped her head and entire weight back into his body, idly drawing light
circles on his chest. Breathing deeply, she inhaled his scent of the ocean mist
and spearmint, until she felt his breaths become ragged… His grip on her had
also tightened involuntarily, causing her to glance up and realize that Draco
was wide-awake, with eyes smoldering with something akin to fury. It was only
then did she feel something pushing against her belly, and at the same time,
Draco growled hoarsely, "Silver, can you get down from me?"
Hurriedly,
Silverdawn got away from Draco's embrace, feeling her face go red, and
stammered, "Draco, I'm sorry!" She did not understand what was the
'thing' that had been pushing against her abdomen, but looking at Draco's
tortured look, she assumed that she was too heavy, and thus apologized. The
silver-haired boy just shook his head, swearing explicitly (in silence of
course) of not being capable to control himself. Giving the embarrassed girl a
strained smile, he slowly got his breathing even, but his lower abdomen refused
to co-operate, and he knew that it will take time to shake off this
arousal… ::thank God for these loose robes...:: he thought to himself.
"What
classes do we have next?" Draco asked, trying to curb the tension from
getting worse.
"Erm…
it should be Transfiguration." Silverdawn said softly, and asked,
"Are you better now?"
"Yeah…"
Draco replied, though a little forced and mentally added, ::if this darn thing
could quit going so hard!::, "we had better got to class."
With
that, Draco used his magic to keep himself down, and brought Silverdawn to
Professor McGonagall's classroom, which was currently having a Gryffindor and
Slytherin combined class. When Draco knocked the door and entered, Professor
McGonagall frowned in a stern manner, "Mr. Malfoy. Why is it that you are
half an hour late for class?" Everyone turned to look at the pale boy,
anticipating what excuse he had. However, they were put down when Silverdawn
peeped from behind him, and helped answer, "Professor, I wasn't feeling
well, and Mr. Draco here was kind enough to stay with me whilst I was in the
hospital wing."
The
strict-as-commando professor softened on seeing the girl, and said in a
concerned tone, "If you are ill, stay with Madame Pomfrey for a longer
period of time. All right, I'll let you two off this time." The two
students thanked the professor, and went to seat alongside Ashteroth, Amber and
Blaise.
"Where
are Riley and Niko?" Silverdawn asked in a whisper when she noticed that
they weren't there. Draco noticed too, and was also wondering about it.
"Nikolai
went off to make a report to Professor Haldorne, and I think Azrael is
sleeping…" Ashteroth replied in a soft tone, for fear that the strict
professor might hear them. They were assigned to transfigure a spool of thread
into an ashtray as a revision, and the UWIM students had very easily turned
them into ashtrays within minutes, trying to mold the ashtrays into different
sorts of shapes and colors. Professor McGonagall was very amused by the shapes
of those ashtrays, and took to inspecting theirs. The only other students who
were able to transfigure as quickly were Hermione, Draco, Harry and Ron. The
others will still struggling to remember their lessons, and the Professor
allowed those students who have finished to start on their written assignment
and a quiet conversation.
Draco
and Silverdawn were still a little self-conscious around one another after the
incident in the hospital wing, and the black-haired girl blushed whenever their
hands touched. Amber noticed this, and her jade-green eyes twinkled with
unhidden humor. Keeping it private, she mind-spoke to Silverdawn.
::Dawn,
what's up with Draco and you?::
::Nothing!::
Silver replied hastily, face turning a little red.
::As
if I'd believe.:: Amber replied sarcastically.
::Amber…
Please don't ask.:: The feelings that Amber felt from her princess was a little
turbulent, and reluctantly, she answered, ::Okay. I won't.::
::Thanks.::
Silverdawn said gratefully, and they linked out.
Time
passed quickly, and soon, Transfiguration ended and it was time for lunch.
Gathering their bags, Amber proposed to her fellow UWIM friends, Draco, Ron,
Hermione and Harry, "Hey guys, wanna have a picnic outside by the lake? We
can get some food and eat there."
"Why
not?" Hermione said, and the others agreed. Amber went to get Lawrence,
Hideaki and Si Muo whilst Hermione literally dragged Silverdawn to get food.
The guys offered to help, but the two of them declined, and they chatted whilst
getting to the kitchen. The house elves were helpful in a sense that when
Hermione explained that they were having a picnic, they immediately scuttled
off to get several sorts of food suitable. Two picnic baskets were given to
them, each containing loads of food and pumpkin juice. The duo thanked them,
and used the 'wingardium leviosa' spell to levitate the food to the lake.
On
the way, Silverdawn had quite a chat with Hermione, and they became fast
friends, though one was from Slytherin and the other, from Gryffindor. Just
before they reached the lake, Hermione asked unexpectedly, "Is Professor
Snape all right?" This caught Silverdawn by surprise, and she replied,
"I'm not sure. He should be fine after some rest… Why do you ask?"
The
brunette shrugged, mumbling, "God knows… I just felt worried for him. He
never faints in front of any class for all I know, and it kinda scared
me…" Understanding that Hermione's worry came from an invisible thread
that entwined Severus and her, Silverdawn placed a hand at Hermione's shoulder
and said encouragingly, "Don't worry, he'll be all right. Now, we'll just
have to go eat lunch. And Hermione,"
"Hmm?"
"Promise
me that you'll try to be friends with Draco from now on." Silverdawn
implored. She had noticed that Hermione, Harry and Ron disliked Draco very
much, and she very much wanted them to be friends. Hermione grimaced at this
thought, and said, "It's not like I do not want to be friends with him. He
just insults me whenever he sees me…"
"I'll
get him to change." Silverdawn offered, and Hermione agreed to try. A
problem solved, she gave a radiant smile to the sky, and murmured, "Oh how
I love nature!" Hermione laughed at this statement, and tugged her towards
the lake.
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In the forest, by the lake:
The
entire group of people had already been lounging leisurely by the lake when
Hermione and Silverdawn arrived; picnic baskets floating behind. The UWIM
students were chatting amiably with Harry, Ron and Draco, trying to get those
three to talk instead of insult one another, but this was to no avail. The
animosity between them was too great to be diminished so easily.
Azrael
and Nikolai had also come back and were getting filled in by Ashteroth on the
Transfiguration work. The couple waved at the two girls, and Hideaki took the
opportunity to help them spread out the lovely food, grumbling softly to Silverdawn,
"Geez, and to think that the verbal sparring between Valerie and Josh
(note 2 below) was bad enough… those two insult one another as if there's no
tomorrow! Can someone get them to shut up?" Hermione and Silverdawn
giggled helplessly, but quickly sobered when they heard parts of the quarrel.
"Without
Crabbe and Goyle to flank you? Honestly Malfoy, are you so pathetic that no one
is willing to be by your side anymore?" Ron taunted, causing the
platinum-blond haired boy to scowl, eyes narrowing into slits, angered by Ron's
statement and his own being forced to be with Crabbe and Goyle. ::It's not as
if I like them!:: he complained (in his mind) to no one in particular.
Still, it was received by sniggers from those in the Court of Twelve, for they
had heard this statement.
"Useless
beggar, at least I'm a leader with them, unlike you, always tailing Potter like
a dog." Draco spat out with malice, somehow appeased by the faint
flush on the fiery-haired boy's cheek, yet feeling guilty for being a little
too spiteful… Ron growled something about being a son-of-a-bitch, and was about
to hit Draco in his face when Harry withheld him to prevent the inevitable
fight. The black-haired boy had been leaning against a tree, listening to their
entire bickering without the intention of entering. In fact, Harry knew that
Draco insulted them to hell and back for the mere entertainment it gave,
instead of the intended enforcement of hating them. Furthermore, it was Ron who
had started it by saying that it serves that greasy git Snape right to
lay dead if possible. Draco had just defended his Head of House out of instinct
and indirectly insulted Professor McGonagall as an 'old maid'. Draco hadn't
meant it, but he refused to apologize… Malfoy pride ::the goddamned pride!::
made him too proud to admit that he was wrong, resulting in this war of words
with Ronald Weasley.
He
had quite enjoyed himself in the spar, partially relaxed that there was no
Crabbe and Goyle to watch over him like a prisoner. Those two blubbering idiots
had followed him under his father's orders, and he hated the notion - it made
him feel like a trapped dog. Thus, when Ron mentioned those two names,
he was furious and said something he regretted almost immediately.
After
what seemed like eternity, with all the others watching them intently, Harry
finally spoke up, "Malfoy, I apologize on behalf of Ron."
This
shocked Ron, Hermione, and infinitely, Draco. Everyone was also surprised at
this, and gaped at the black-haired boy, who squirmed under those intense
stares. The last straw came when Ron gave him a martyred look, and he
protested, "Ron, although Snape is a greasy git, he doesn't deserve
accursed death and whatnots. Malfoy has the right to snap at you like that, and
he had been trying to act civil with us since our arrival. You're
the one who had been blatantly annoying and…"
"Oh
all right," Ron cut him off before he started his tirade of reasoning,
"I'm sorry Malfoy. Truce?" He held up a hand, which the pale boy took
cautiously. They shook hands firmly, wrestling one another's grip, until
respect of each other's strength dawned in their eyes.
"Okay,
ceasefire." Draco promised, and asked straight-faced, "now that we've
reached some sort of agreement, what do I call you? Weasel?" Ron glared at
the boy, and if looks could kill, Draco would have already been dead.
Sarcastically, he countered, "And what do I refer you as,
ferret-boy?" Draco's lips tugged a little at that nickname, and considered
him options - he did not like the name Malfoy (cos' it's his surname), and he
did not want anyone to know his private name. In the end, he said, "I'd
prefer Draco."
It
was Ron's turn to look surprised, then relented grudgingly, "Then you'll
haveta call me Ron…" Draco grinned at him, earning a bewildered look from
Ron. He turned to Harry, and enquired, "Remember our first year, when I
told you that 'you'll know that some Wizarding families are better than
others'?" Cautiously, Harry nodded to the still grinning boy, and the
latter replied, "I'm really relieved that you chose the Weasleys."
Still beaming at the baffled Harry, Draco went to where Hermione and Silverdawn
were, getting himself a slice of apple strudel.
Silverdawn
smiled at him as he took a big bite out of the cold dessert, and proceeded to
making a sandwich for himself. The UWIM students were very much relieved to
have the old Draco back, even if it was for just one lunch, and chattered on
about their works in UWIM. After lunch, they still had a free period, resulting
in everyone lazing around on the soft patches of grass. It was then did
Lawrence sat up, drew out his wand at Draco, and announced in Bulgarian,
"Dragon, I challenge you to a duel."
The
silver-haired boy perked at this, and replied in Icelandic, "You're on,
Lory (note 3 below)." All those who understood the language looked
excited, leaving only Ron and Harry in a blur. Azrael set up the large
protective dome that enclosed the competitors.
"Let
the game begin!" Azrael declared.
The
two boys started off, with each on of them shouting advanced curses at one
another.
"Resundo
Fetali!"
"Dagliso
Entroplis!" Daggers shot at Draco at amazing speeds whilst the earth
beneath Lawrence shook. The pale boy was able to dodge each and every one of
the killer daggers, and the dark-haired boy jumped away from the earth, at
least two meters away. This left the Hogwarts trio stunned, but that was not
the end. All sorts of beasts were conjured from their wands, and each time, the
duo was able to deflect the animals and the simultaneous hexes that followed.
"When
did Draco become so agile?" Harry wondered aloud, and Amber replied,
"He has always been this fast…" This left them even more puzzle.
::Amber knew of Draco before coming here?:: was in the trio's minds. They soon
threw the idea into the back of their minds as their attentions were once again
drawn back to the match.
"Imperio!"
Lawrence commanded, but Draco evaded the attack, calling one of his own.
"Miscalos
Diffindo!" The dark boy sidestepped the curse - one that was even worse
than the three Unforgivables, one that was practically unknown to average 'bad'
wizards.
"Opalescent
mirage!" A shot of light in the shape of a lightning came out of
Lawrence's wand, trying to throw Draco of his steadiness.
"Sentinel
manipulus!" Draco shouted as he jumped away into safety. A ghostly figure
shot from Draco's wand, aiming for Lawrence's wand. The latter had no time at
all to reflect on that curse - an advanced one that required concentration and
skill - and was met face to face with the spirit, which resembled a young
woman. The spirit's hand flicked a little, causing the dark-haired boy's wand
to fly into Draco's outstretched hand. Silence reigned for a few moments as
both boys stood on opposite ends of the dome, recovering their breath.
Azrael
took the initiative, dissipated the dome, and everyone applauded for Draco.
(even Harry, Ron and Hermione did clap). The pale boy acknowledged it with a
slight nod, cheeks flushed pink from exertion. He wiped off the sweat that was
beading on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, whilst tossing Lawrence's
wand back to his owner. Instead of being sullen of having lost, Lawrence was
grinning like a Cheshire cat, a glint of exhilaration apparent in those golden
eyes, "Magician, looks like you had never given up on your
passion." Draco snorted, but never replied, for the silence had meant
admittance.
The
duo sat beside each other on the soft grass, under the shade of an old cedar
tree, with Lawrence lying on his back and Draco sitting, one knee pulled under
his chin. He had appreciated the thorough workout that Dueling gave, along with
the ecstasy and challenge of the dangers that lie in this sport. He hadn't had
a decent Duel for years as he promised himself not to use those hexes he
learned when practicing with Hogwarts' students. In a way, he had been holding
back his potential for quite a while, and now that his friends - his true
friends were here, he could indulge in a little of his favorite sport time and
again.
"Draco,
you should try have a match with Azrael. He's really good!" Lawrence
suggested, knowing the fact that Magician loved challenging people who were
better than him for experience. Draco had been surprised by this
recommendation, for Lawrence had been one of the best duelist in UWIM, second
only to himself. If he had said that Azrael was good, then the Prince should
really be good. Considering for a second, he replied, "Maybe another time.
Right now, I'm too out of shape to challenge someone who might be a skilled
professional. It's been a long time since I dueled for real…"
"And
you're still so good?" Lawrence sat up, looked totally incredulous.
"It's
my passion," the boy said blandly, earning himself an exasperated look
from Lawrence. The black-haired boy had wanted to give some retort, but shut up
when Silverdawn came to their vicinity.
"The
two of you had better go bathe before the next class. I don't think that the
teachers would appreciate the smell of dirt and sweat permeating throughout the
entire classroom. So, now go!" Silverdawn mock ordered, causing the two
boys to grin. Exchanging a look that practically screamed for Silverdawn to
beware, the two of them answered in unison, "Yes, milady," and hugged
the girl on both sides, getting her dirty too. Silverdawn chagrined, knowing
that she would have to go change too, and was about to yell at them when she
realized that they had already scampered off. Shaking her head, she muttered,
"Boys…", earning laughter from Hermione, who was the nearest to her.
Before
she went back to her room to change, she informed Azrael of something, and
returned to where Hermione was seating, "Mione, do you want to go with me
and see Professor Snape after classes today?" The brunette looked
startled, and slowly nodded her head, "Okie, someone should go see him to
see if he's alright." The black-haired girl smiled, satisfied with her
answer, and walked back to the castle…
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End of Chapter.
Ah, I'm sorry that there is *no scene* on Severus in this chapter, but there
will definitely be one on the next. I know that the poorly injected humor in
the hospital scene will quite lousy, but still, it was fun writing about it.
*Sob Sob* I need a break, cos' I'm currently very worried that this will become
a Draco/Silverdawn fic too, and some of you guys will KILL me. I know, I know,
this is supposed to be a Snape fic too, but the story just wove itself… I have
no control over it. So hope that all of ya will understand.
Now for some extra notes.
Note 1: Lucifer had graduated from school earlier than his supposed graduation
year. He got his mastery levels for Dueling, Advanced Potions, International
Politics (both Muggle and Magical) and Transfiguration at the age of 17 (like
his brother Mikael, though he did some other majors), graduating that very
year. After that, he took over the post of Dueling straightaway as the former
Professor (Jessova) was invited to go on a permanent internship with the
Universal Elite - a group of the best duelists and Aurors, who protect the
safety of the entire Magical World, tracking down the *worst* of the wanted
criminals and safeguard influential political leaders throughout the world.
An invitation that Lucifer had also received (before he revealed the fact that
he was of the Royal Family. At that time, he was known as Lucifer Carter), but
declined though it was such an honorable job… Let's just say that he told off
the officials with, er… what were the exact words? Ah yes, "I don't give a
damn. The work in Hell is already enough for me to wanna kill those idiots
entirely again. Don't get me into more of those problematic stuff, and
remember, try not to kill those people. I have a headache reading what
they had done." The officials knew not what he was talking about, and
persuaded him again as his abilities were exceptionally good, ending up causing
Lucifer to be so mad that they were teleported into Magical Sahara without the
wands as they were confiscated by the young professor and thrown back to the
International department of the Magical Parliament of Europe. Those officials
were furious, wanting to complain to the Ministry, but were flabbergasted on
knowing Lucifer Carter was the Lucifer Kadamon of the Universal Royal
Family. No complaint was eventually filed. ^_^!
Note 2: Valerie and Joshua are a couple, both of whom are from the Court of Twelve,
and they just simply yell at each other for the fun of it. Very
eccentric couple.
Note 3: The Court of Twelve give nicknames for one another. Lory (sounds
female) is actually the nickname that Draco gave for Lawrence during their
first year in UWIM. Likewise went for Nikolai, who was officially nicknamed
Niko. Laila was a special pet name that only a specifically acknowledged person
(lover or someone real close) could say, just like the name Sherry for
Silverdawn and Riley for Azrael. Only the twins were allowed to call each other
Sherry and Riley, no others could use it, Nikolai included. When the twins were
still young, they could not pronounce each other's names, with Azrael calling
her 'Sherry' (due to her middle name SERAfina = Sherry) and Silverdawn calling
him 'Riley' (from AdRIEL = Riley)
Note 4: Practically all the spells that the boys used in the Duel are illegal
in Britain. Especially the Imperious and Miscalos Diffindo spell. Below are
descriptions of the hexes, as taken from Hexes - the Dark Arts by Cain
Murltosio.
1.)
Resundo Fetali: easy, this hex caused the earth within 1.5 metres of the
opponent to shake and crack, like some major earthquake. Sometimes, pieces of
stone jut up from the soil without warning.
2.)
Dagliso Entroplis: easy-medium difficulty, an illusion is made. Small, lethal
daggers (at least two dozen - depending on the caster) shoot at the opponent,
and though they are just an illusion, they still do pretty major damage.
3.)
Imperious Curse: medium difficulty, this hex controls the opponent, and only
those who are strong-willed can stop. One of the Unforgivables in England.
4.)
Miscalos Diffindo: hard, it is worse than the Avada Kedavra spell, for this
spell requires the concentration and skill, plus the fact that it totally
destroys both the body and soul of the opponent. This leaves the person
practically non-existent in the world. To top it all, the person experiences
vast amounts of pain before the body is destroyed.
5.)
Opalescent Mirage: hard, cos' it requires your own power to pass through the
wand in the shape of a lightning, to strike at the person you aims at, and it
depends most definitely on the amount of will power you put in
6.)
Sentinel Manipulus: advanced, it is also a spell that requires a strong mind.
Not a spell that an average wizard can master. In this spell, you practically
don't use the wand at all. The magic isn't enhanced by the wand, but instead,
the wand acts as a channel for the user's own magic to flow through. The shape
is formed by the caster, and in Draco's case, ittiz a form of a woman. The
shape then attacks the opponent, and this spell practically *cannot* fail.
Well, that's all for this chapter's notes…
Give me another week max to finish the next chapter. I promise to get the
chapter out as soon as possible, but I've just started my official term in
Junior College, (what most of you term as high school… I'm 17 this year, so it
should be high school… I just don't know if it's termed as Junior or Senior
High. Someone please explain to me if possible ^_^!), and I'm trying to cope
with my studies, which has become too darn LONG!!! *complains* I wanna sleep in
class!!! Somebody wake me up!!! *groans* Only a week into school, and I'm
starting to hate it! Geez! How am I gonna cope with the next
one-and-a-half-years?
Sorry for making all of you listen to my whining, but I need an output for my
pressure… it's startin' to build up at an ENORMOUS rate.
See ya soon!
Love,
Silverdawn.