The usual disclaimers apply, but who reads them anyways…? *lol*
Important Note: In this alternate universe, there are royalty in all places, including France, Germany, and several other countries that are democratic in our real world.
The Awakening of a RoyalSilverDawn
Chapter 16: San MarieAt 1 pm sharp, Silverdawn apparated back to her bedroom within Edrintine Manor, still feeling a little sleepy after a good day of rest in Assiah. She had been called back to Assiah to settle several of the more pressing problems regarding the slums in Briah (one of the regions under Angelic rule), and after three meetings, Raphael had practically ordered her to take a rest, with Uriel taking the liberty to mesh time of the plane of Assiah and that of Earth to allow her a day of rest. In fact, Raphael even took to putting her under a healing sleep, and she had been in bed for a consecutive seven hours – a pure luxury for her, even in Assiah.
Sighing, she plopped onto the white armchair by the floor-to-ceiling windows, dangling her legs gracelessly across its arm as she thought about the recent days in Hogwarts…
Yes, she had noticed her own health deteriorating even when the guardians were around, and this had definitely have to do with the magical fields around the castle. Hell, the nodes under the castle had been unknowingly strengthened ten-fold in the last three years, and now, they were so strong that she was surprised that the others had not heard the music they gave off – those soft crooning that sounded in every corner of the school could be annoying when she needed rest… The peaceful light that emanated from the primary node was far too tempting for comfort, and she was suffering the after-effects of being constantly enticed by the eternal peace it promised if she allowed her soul to enter it.
Now, with Hermione's birthday coming nearer, Silverdawn was worried… what if Hermione awakes and hear those voices? It was a trait for the Kadamon children to have very perceptive senses, and various other talents. Thus, should she hear those voices, Hermione might very likely be attracted to follow the main node – the heart stone that the castle was built on – to its core, and this could prove disastrous…
And then, there's Draco… what was it with her whenever she sees the boy? Why did her insides melt whenever he smiled? And why did she like his company when she had preferred solitude since young? It can't be, the girl thought uncertainly, I am not in love with him… am I? She hurriedly shook the thought aside, but then again, why did her heart beat in such an erratic manner whenever he was near her?
In a tired manner, she massaged her temples, trying to ward off the headache that was to come when thinking about such problems. Snapping her fingers, soft jazz music sounded through transparent speakers, surrounding the entire room with the soulful playing of a muggle band. Like the past, troubles began to leave Silverdawn's mind, leaving her in a peaceful serenity. This quiet calmness continued for quite some time, allowing her to have a sketchy sort of rest, but it was interrupted by a soft knock from the door.
"Come in." the black-haired girl mumbled absent-mindedly as she closed her eyes, thinking that it was Azrael who was entering. The door opened silently, revealing the platinum-blond haired boy who entered the room in silent steps. Draco walked up to where Silverdawn was lying, or dangling on, an amused smile appearing on his youthful face at seeing the usually graceful girl seated in such an inelegant manner. Silverdawn frowned when the perfunctory kiss that Azrael usually gave never came, and when she opened her eyes to gaze into those pale gray colored eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
"Draco!" the girl gasped in surprise as the grin on Draco's face grew wider at Silverdawn's flustered look.
"The one and only." He drawled a little as she tried to sit back as quickly as possible. Regaining her composure in a few seconds, Silverdawn asked, "What brings you here?"
"The others are ready to go to San Marie. Emperor wanted me to get you downstairs." The boy replied straight-faced as Silverdawn turned embarrassed, "He's already back?"
"Yes. All of us are waiting for you."
"Oh! Let me change and I'll go down." Silverdawn replied hurriedly, preparing to run to the closet to grab something decent to wear. However, at mid-step, Draco grabbed her wrist, shaking his head, "This dress is fine. There is no need for a change." At this, Silverdawn looked down at what she was wearing – a sleeveless, white sundress that reached her ankles, and frowned. It looked fairly decent, with a suitable round neckline, but had a low vee-cut at the back that was laced with navy blue satin ribbons… it was a type of casual wear in the Angelic kingdoms, but Silverdawn seldom wore it within Edrintine Manor itself, much less in the streets of San Marie. After all, she was usually in black or white with a trench coat when entering San Marie, thus, she was unsure if such a dress was suitable for wear outside.
But since Draco had said that it was fine, may it be.
Slipping her arm into Draco's proffered arm, the couple went out of the room to where the others were waiting, intent on going out to San Marie for lunch.
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Walking out of Edrintine Manor, the group of fifteen - Amber, Ashteroth, Azrael, Blaise, Draco, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Hideaki, Lawrence, Mikael, Nikolai, Ron, Silverdawn and Tristan headed straight for the Court's favorite place of eating – the Starlight Restaurant. There, each of them were given a card that recorded (magically) the type and price of food they ordered from the separate stalls within the restaurant itself, and they would only have to pay when departing from the restaurant.
To say that the food in the restaurant was delicious would have been an understatement, and though it did not match Silverdawn's skills, the variety of the food available could very easily win the hearts of its visitors. Ranging from raw sashimi from Japan to Sirloin steaks in rich, aromatic sauces, the famed birds' nest soup of China to traditional Yorkshire pudding and tiramisu, the Hogwarts students had an eye opener by just looking at those strange food that was sold in the restaurant. Of course, the UWIM students took to introducing all sorts of food to them, urging them to try almost everything, and this resulted in their table heaped with plates of food that could easily feed an army!
After two hours, all of them went out of the restaurants feeling very bloated after eating so much food. Patting his stomach, Ron said dreamily, "That spicy thing was good! What did you say it was?"
"Tom yam soup, from Thailand. Nice, isn't it?" Amber replied, grinning on thinking of the first time Ron drank that soup. He had practically spluttered on drinking a spoonful of the spicy concoction, but ended up managing to appreciate the taste. Ginny, however, did not have that much of a luck. Wrinkling her nose, Ginny mumbled, "I guess I'll never get used to eating spicy stuff. That wasabi was worse that mustard!"
"But mustard was never hot!" Lawrence retorted as Ginny made a face. In a 'prim' tone, she replied, "To you it might not be hot, but to me, it is!" Hideaki felt his lips twitch as he half-attempted to keep a straight face at Ginny's tone that failed badly when he slipped an arm to her waist. In a comforting tone, he replied, "Be thankful that you haven't tried Korean kimchi. They make wasabi look harmless." The red head shuddered a little at that thought, but thankfully, Hermione distracted her train of thoughts when she spoke up, "Still, I feel bad at having gotten you to treat us, Mikael."
The Prince looked up in surprise, but spoke mildly, "Nay, it doesn't matter, just several galleons. Trust me, it's worth it."
"Of course it is." Silverdawn smirked, receiving an arched eyebrow from her brother. Mikael did not bother to ask the underlying meaning of Silver's statement, but went on to speak to Blaise, "I need to go now. Here," he pressed a card into her hand, "use it if you want anything." Blaise looked puzzled by his words, but Mikael did not give her time to react. Instead, he kissed her cheek tenderly, lingering for a second before calling out to the group who were walking in front of them, "Hey! I have to go – there's another conference in Perth."
"Take care!"
"See you soon, Mike."
"Try not to sleep through them."
The replies varied, but Mikael did not really listen to them. He smiled at Blaise, muzzling her hair before disappearing into nothingness – it wasn't apparating, but an ability that could only be mastered by angels. Dumbfounded, Blaise unconsciously put her hand to where Mikael had kissed her, still remembering the smile he had given her. Slowly, a shy smile worked its way on her face, and Silverdawn smiled as her brother mind-spoke to her.
::Take care of her for me, Silver.::
::Wakatta, aniki.::
Walking over to where Blaise was, Silverdawn looped an arm over the girl's shoulder casually, leading her to the group.
"Come on girl, we're off window shopping." Silverdawn said cheerfully to Blaise as the other girls grinned at her statement. The boys groaned, but complied willing, and within minutes, all of them were strolling idly in the somewhat crowded streets, allowing the Hogwarts students to experience the uniqueness of San Marie.
Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Blaise were rather stunned by the different people who were present in the streets. Each and every one of them were in different types of clothing… there were the usual wizard robes, but there were also many which were fashionably designed, with several of them looking outrageous yet cool. Many wizards were in muggle clothes too, and even they had a good sense of what should be matched with what, and not one of them looked out of place. Then, there were those in regular elven clothes – those forest-colored soft leather breeches and vest that looked downright sexy on many who wore them. Medieval gowns, Japanese kimonos and traditional clothes from different countries during different eras could be seen too, and it seemed to fit the exotic and multi-racialism of San Marie.
Furthermore, this was only the part of clothes. Ron had never seen so many types of people present in one place. Yes, there were regular wizards present, but among them were dwarves, elves, mages, sorceresses, giants, Veelas, goblins, leprechauns, all sorts of magical creatures, and…
"Oomph!"
Ginny rubbed her nose as she accidentally knocked into a black-robed person. In an apologetic tone, she mumbled, "Sorry!"
"It's alright, child." A velvet voice sounded from above, and instinctively, Ginny smiled as she looked up at the man she had knocked into…
And felt her smile fade on looking at those pointed canines in the handsome man's mouth. Hideaki hurriedly pulled the stunned red head into his arms, looking at the vampire in an apologetic manner. The vampire smiled reassuringly on looking at the him and the others behind the couple, asking in a rather friendly manner – one that did not fit the image of a vampire, "She's new here?"
"Yes, Ginny and the others are here for the first time, Lucas." Silverdawn replied in an amused tone at Ron, Harry and Blaise's pale face, and Hermione's one of disbelief.
"That explains their fear." Lucas replied in an understanding manner. Placing a gallant kiss on Ginny's knuckles, Lucas grinned a little at Ginny's incredulous expression, speaking in a gentle tone, "Milady, you'll understand soon enough that not all vampires are bad." With that, he gave a bow at Azrael and Silverdawn, before melding into the crowds. Bewildered, Ginny inquired, "Now, what was he talking about?"
"The vampires that reside in San Marie abide to the laws of San Marie. And one of them includes no illegal blood sucking. Many vampires disagree with this law, thus, only those so-called good ones are willing to reside here. What Lucas was trying to say is that not all vampires are like those portrayed in stories and such. Several species of vampires are able to live in daylight, and live on blood from blood banks, not live, human blood."
"Now that explains quite a lot." Harry said as he looked at the short dwarves walking past them. Blaise agreed silently, and looked at the card that was still in her hand… it was a sort of Wizarding credit card, and surprisingly, it had her name on it, not Mikael's. Puzzled, she looked at Silverdawn in a questioning way, and the black-haired girl replied, "Mike took the liberty to make one for you, and it is charged to his account. So make sure you spend more."
"But I can't!" The Slytherin protested, placing the card into Silverdawn's palm. Silverdawn remained unfazed, refusing to take the card either. Finally, Azrael intervened, grinning slyly, "Blaise, take Silverdawn's word, and use it. Make sure my brother goes bankrupt… but then again, you'd need to buy everything in San Marie to make him go half-broke." Nikolai giggled a little at this, but urged too, "Blaise, take this as Mikael's gift to you." Grabbing the girl's hand, the healer continued, "Come on, we'll bring you to those boutiques. You'll love it!"
"I'd very much prefer weapons." Blaise mumbled under her voice, and Silverdawn, who had heard this, replied, "After the boutiques, weapons store. I have a feeling I can get you some nice stuff there."
Hearing this, Blaise's eyes lighted up as she let Nikolai and Amber pull her to one of the clothes stores up front. Ashteroth shook his head at the three of them, asking the question that was in all of the guys' heads, "What's it with girls and clothes?"
"Goddess knows." Harry intoned wryly as he saw Silverdawn pull Ginny and Hermione into the same store. The other boys shook their heads at this too, and they were about to head for the same store when Azrael asked, "Hey, fancy going to the sports shop? I'll contact Sherry."
"Alright!" Tristan agreed immediately, as did the others, and all eight of them headed in the opposite direction, to where the famous sports supply store – International Sports Supplies – was situated…
::Sherry, we are heading for the sports store. We'll find you later.::
::Okay. Give us an hour, give or take thirty minutes.::
::Affirmative.::
Back in Midnight Blue – the boutique store that the girls had gone to, Hermione, Ginny and Blaise were left gaping at the amount of clothes the small shop seemed to be storing. Outside, the shop had looked small, but no one would have guessed that the interior was so spacious and big that one could term extravagant. Blaise went over to look at some unfamiliar types of clothing that termed 'high-elven gowns', whilst Ginny ogled at the material those dress robes were made of. Hermione just surveyed the overall design of the store, and grinned in delight, "They have muggle clothes too?"
"Yup." Amber beamed as an elegant lady in a cerulean blue dressing robe appeared in front of them. Smiling at Silverdawn and the others, the lady spoke up, "Amber, Nikolai, Silverdawn, it's been a long time since you've came here."
"Aunt Selenay." The trio piped in unison, smiling at the lady whose onyx black eyes glittered with good humor. Looking at the three new girls, Selenay asked, "These young ladies are…?"
"Oh! They are some friends we've brought from Hogwarts. This is Hermione, the girl with freckles is Ginny, and the black-haired one is Blaise. We brought them here to get some clothes." Nikolai explained as she motioned for Ginny and Blaise to come over. Ginny and Blaise looked at Selenay and frowned, mumbling to one another, "Gin, she reminds me of someone…"
"Yeah… I think so too…"
Then, realization dawned into the duo, and they whispered in unison, "Oh my god! She looks like Snape!"
Hearing this, Amber, Nikolai and Silverdawn grinned, whilst Selenay smiled, twirling one of her long, raven curls in one hand. In a gentle voice, she replied, "Not surprising, since I'm the youngest Snape in my family."
"What!" Hermione, Blaise and Ginny all looked incredulous. It was plain that there were many similarities between Severus, Salazar and her, but unlike the males of her family, her hair was wavy, and the soft curls framed her heart-shaped face well.
"Amber, your line of clothes has been selling very well this season." Selenay said to the brunette as she motioned some helpers to assist the other UWIM girls that were purchasing clothes at the other side of the store.
"Great! I thought that the combination of silk and velvet might go awry." Amber replied with a smile as Silverdawn rolled her eyes, "Amber, I thought you'd trust me for once." Nikolai smiled at this, but Amber retorted, "I've seen many instances of Chinese silk clashing with the texture of velvet."
"Priestess, Empress has her way with cloths." Nikolai reminded as the three Hogwarts students gaped at what they were talking about.
"Amber, you design clothes?" Ginny asked in disbelief as the brunette nodded her head, replying, "I'm not that good. I just create them, and then work with Lawrence to conceptualize the style. Ask Silver about what she creates. They're awesome." Hermione looked at Silverdawn in an expectant manner, but the black-haired girl just shook her head in response, "Mya, don't look at me like that. I can only design uniforms. Those military uniforms are my creation." She pointed to the shelves of military uniforms at one corner of the shop, and Blaise gasped in recognition of what type it was, "Silver, you are the one who designed the military uniforms of the Ephirel line?"
"Yes…" The girl replied begrudgingly, not wishing to go further, but Ginny, on realizing what Blaise was referring to, croaked, "You designed those uniforms that could deflect hexes as easy as one, two, three? One set of that uniform costs at least five hundred galleons!"
"What the heck!" Hermione all but yelled at the price. Blaise nodded in affirmation at this, causing Nikolai and Amber to snicker at their reaction. Silverdawn glared at the two girls, trying to explain to the shocked trio, "The price was inflated by the value of the uniforms. However, the problem with them is that the uniforms choose their owners. Even if you have the money, you will be unable to buy the uniform if it doesn't choose you." Walking over to those shelves, she motioned for the three girls to come over, clearing up the rest of their doubts, "Come on, I know there will be one set suitable for each of you. Try it."
Doubtful, Hermione, Blaise and Ginny went over to the pearl shelves where the uniforms were placed, touching the fabrics lightly for fear of ruining the clothes. Silverdawn smiled at their actions, commenting, "These are made of mythril and several other materials you'll never find on Earth. Don't worry, it won't tear so easily."
"Really?" Ginny asked doubtfully, before gasping as one set of the uniforms responded eerily to her touch. At the same time, two other sets of uniforms responded to Hermione and Blaise's presence, causing those two girls to suck in their breath as the material billowed in their direction. After all, clothes aren't supposed to be… animate. Nonetheless, these were, and by their own ability, each set of uniform floated to rest on their new owner's hands before becoming inanimate once more. Silence clouded all of them, until Silverdawn smiled, remarking dryly, "I thought that these three sets would never find their owners. Now that they have, I have to comment: It's about time!"
Nikolai and Amber broke into peals of laughter at Silverdawn's comment, but went over to them with Selenay in tow, eyes widening on seeing which three sets it was, all of whom were unable to speak coherently. Selenay was the one to break the ice, musing, "Indeed, these three must have the oldest…"
Finding back her voice, Nikolai joined in, "Yeah. Hey, Empress. Weren't these the first few uniforms you made, along with ours?"
"Yes, it was. That's why the material can be considered the best." The black-haired girl replied wryly, fingering the shiny white material that was glowing with its own light – the one that now belonged to Ginny. The red head looked at the uniform in wonder, examining the piece of cloth with trembling fingers, protesting at the same time, "But this is expensive! I don't…"
"Gin, make Aki pay for it." Amber interrupted decisively, grinning at Nikolai as the healer nodded in agreement.
"I can't pay for this too, Silver. It's just too…" Hermione spoke up, gazing at the black-haired girl in hopes that she would understand. However, Silverdawn seemed to be unfazed by it, replying, "Charge it to my account. As for yours Blaise, charge it to Mikael's account. I have a daily budget, and I won't be able to get my stuff if I pay for yours too. Sorry."
Blaise just looked at the girl in bemusement, asking aloud, "How much is your so-called budget?"
"A thousand galleons daily max. Father made this limit for fear that I would spend thousands a day on potion supplies etcetera. Phoenix feathers in bulk can be quite expensive…"
Ginny's jaw dropped at the amount whilst Hermione commented, "That's the problem with rich children."
"I'm spoilt." Silverdawn grinned unrepentantly as Selenay cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. As expected, the six of them turned to face the older woman, who spoke up in an amused tone, "I don't see why you have to pay for them. Since Silverdawn is their creator, it's on the house children. After all, most of the profit goes back to her pocket."
Ginny, Hermione and Blaise went dumbfounded by the lady's generosity, and as one, they chorused, "Thank you!"
"It's only for the uniforms though. The other clothes that you choose will have to be paid for." Selenay warned as she muzzled Silverdawn's hair, "I have to go now. There are other customers I have to see to."
"Thank you, Silver." Hermione said gratefully when Selenay left them. The brunette glanced at the black uniform in her hands, still very marveled by the way it seemed to absorb all light within it. Nikolai went to her side, touching the material lightly, murmuring, "interesting…"
"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked as a helper took away the uniform for packaging.
"I do remember Silver and the other Kadamon children having a set of uniform of this color each."
Hearing this, Hermione looked at the healer in puzzlement, "What's wrong with the color?"
"Only a few black uniforms were made, and none of them were given to people outside the Kadamon family."
"… So that makes me the first?"
"You can say so…"
The two girls went thoughtful for a moment, but Silverdawn intervened, remarking mysteriously, "I've said before… there's a reason for the uniforms to choose its owner. Continue from this point and keep thinking, you might get the answer."
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After two and a half hours of non-stop shopping, several bags of clothes, candy and joke items, and eight pairs of tired legs (guess who?), the group finally stopped by a row of benches near a gushing fountain, resting that abused bodies as Hideaki and Ginny went to get drinks for everyone. Idly, Silverdawn rested on Draco's shoulder, both of which were enjoying one another's company.
"Had fun?" Draco asked as he looked at the girl's head in a fond manner, helping her to place the bags of clothes she had bought for Hermione, Ginny and Blaise on the cobblestone ground.
"Yup. You?"
"Of course. San Marie never ceases to amaze me."
"Same here."
Looking at the young children playing at the fountain, Draco murmured wistfully, "Sometimes, I wish I could move over and live here permanently."
"You could, you know…" Silverdawn trailed off, "You're seventeen this year, by next year, you'd be out of your father's control."
"How did you know that my father controls me?" Draco asked sharply, causing the girl to blush a deep red. Hesitantly, she replied, "I know… somehow, that your father hates muggle-born, and that he's a Death Eater…"
"Snooping around, aren't you?" Draco teased on realizing her embarrassment, causing the girl to protest, "I was just looking!"
"Yeah right." He replied, totally unconvinced.
"Okay. I confess, I snooped." Silverdawn admitted reluctantly as the platinum blond haired boy grinned.
"That's better." Draco said approvingly before lowering his tone into a half-whisper, "then you'll understand how furious he will be if he knew that I've fallen in love with a certain black-haired, muggle-born witch."
This bold statement shocked Silverdawn to the core, and, lifting her head to stare straight into Draco's eyes, she was certain that he was definitely not joking, for those gray eyes ware as serious as one could possibly imagine.
"You don't mean…"
"Yes Silver. As much as I hate to admit it, I really like you…"
Oh god… this is too unreal.
Licking her dry lips, Silverdawn opened her mouth, closed it, and opened again.
"You do?" She asked timidly.
Draco would have laughed at her mixed expression if the situation weren't so serious. But still, he gave her a nod, and the girl blushed further, not answering him. This left him anxious, and his eyes searched hers, probing for her to answer him.
"Silver…"
The nickname, spoken in his voice, made an impact in Silverdawn's heart, but the girl could not get used his sudden show of affection, resulting in a sudden, uncomfortable silence. This stillness of her demeanor worried Draco, and he fretted at being rejected in his first attempt of actually wooing a girl. After a few minutes, but still not given an answer, Draco finally sighed, whispering to her ear, "Treat as if I didn't ask, Empress."
"Draco…" The black-haired girl started awkwardly, "I… I'm sorry…"
Draco felt a little down by this, yet her next sentence brought hope into his heart.
"But I think I like you."
For a moment, he thought that his heart had stopped him, but he recovered soon enough to hug the girl tightly, murmuring into her hair," For now, think will be enough. I'll make you fall in love with me… soon."
Silverdawn blushed beet red at his avowal, but hugged him back, content at having him close to her, oblivious to the others who were looking on with anticipation. No one seemed to be willing to interrupt their embrace, but Azrael was not intending to let them off, and, in a teasing voice, he drawled, "Draco, Sherry, Josh and the others will kill us if we don't get to Mnemosyne now."
The lovebirds split apart at the mention of 'Josh', and glanced at one another, uttering in unison, "Elf-boy!" This nickname rendered the Hogwarts students speechless, whilst the UWIM students snickered behind their hands as Lawrence reminded dryly, "Remember not to say this in front of Josh when Valerie is around. I don't wanna get caught in another crossfire."
"They're still at loggerheads with one another?" Draco asked wryly.
"You bet." Hideaki replied sardonically, "And they're even better at verbal sparring now…"
"That's to be expected. With the Court, how can one not be better?" Ashteroth added cynically, causing all who understood to snigger as they made their way to Ceres Pathway, where the pub Mnemosyne was situated…
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Three persons stood out from the people who were lounging in the most popular pub in San Marie, and all of them were sitting together in front of the bar table, sipping their cocktails, talking in muted tones. All eyes had been upon the two young women and the man, all of whom were dressed in the medalled uniforms of the Ephirel line, the aura of leadership eminent in their postures.
The man had an air of a playboy around him, but those who knew him well would know of how dangerous a person he was under that flippant attitude he had cloaked himself in. The long, golden-blond hair that was mostly left untied (save a few small braids near his sideburns) had always been the envy of much of the female population, as were his trim physique that was honed by years and years of physical training. No doubt many had been charmed by his looks, smile, and not to mention, those pointed ears that signified his race of an elf.
Throughout his entire time in the pub, his sight had been upon the woman by his left, the one looked suspiciously of Veela heritage – with skin that glowed a little, shining white-gold hair, and a figure that all women would have killed for, she was definitely the so-called epitome of female beauty. The other, who was sitting next to her, was as stunning a beauty as her friend, although her hair was of a wavy, dark, mahogany shade instead of straight blonde. Furthermore, she was not of the race of man, but was also an elf, and the pale sigil on the nape of her neck signified her high-elven status, a status that could be equivalent to that of royalty.
Also, it was this woman who spoke up in a when the large group of fourteen entered the pub… a musical voice that could be heard from the ballad that was now playing throughout Mnemosyne.
"You're late."
Silverdawn smiled at the woman when she heard this, regarding her with a smile that reserved for only a few. Walking up to them, she managed a rough sketch of an apology, "We were… delayed."
"You can make up a better reason than that, Empress." The Veela-like woman commented dryly as she enfolded Silverdawn into a sisterly hug – one that was at odds with her remark.
"World. You know that Silver don't like lying," Azrael intervened with good humor as he pulled Nikolai closer to him, standing behind the two woman.
"Furthermore, we've brought someone all three of you would like to see…" Tristan added as the man sitting next to the woman termed 'World' looked at whom it was that they had brought over. Shock overtook his senses when he saw the platinum-blond haired boy standing beside a ruly-haired boy and a lovely brunette.
"Draco." The man exclaimed, dark blue eyes widening a little as he stood up from his seat to give the boy a fierce hug. The other two women were also surprised by the boy's appearance, and shock was evidently written on both of their faces. Breaking away from the man, Draco grinned widely, acknowledging his friends, "Josh, Val, Sheen."
"Where on Earth have you disappeared to?" Valerie – the Veela-like woman – asked excitedly as she gave the boy a big hug.
"Hogwarts."
At this, all three of them frowned, asking in unison, "Weren't you in Durmstrang?"
Draco laughed at their synchronized question. Sometimes, certain things will never change… he thought absently before replying in a tired manner, "That's a long story…"
"that will wait for a later date to be told." The dark-haired woman – Sheena, finished for him, causing Draco to grin widely. Happily, Sheena urged the others to take their seats, but frowned a little at the bigger number that arrived today. Valerie also noticed it, and inquisitive as usual, she looked up at Azrael in anticipation for his answer. The Prince sighed at the unspoken question, but introduced the group, "Joshua, Valerie, Sheena, these three ladies and two gentlemen are our friends from Hogwarts – Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Blaise and Ron. Guys, these three are our seniors in the Court. Joshua here is the Sun, Valerie – the World, and Sheena is the Moon."
Brief greetings were given, and all of them took their seats, ordering plain cocktails and some snacks with which they talked over everything under the sun. Sheena, Joshua and Valerie had also split up to talk to the Hogwarts students, interested in finding out what it was like to be in a British school. Somehow or rather, all of them managed to enter the subject of Voldemort, and all three seniors were a little disgusted by the so-called 'Dark Lord'.
"It's a pity that there are so many rules governing the International Confederation and the Universal Elite. If not, Voldemort would have been eradicated long ago." Sheena commented quietly as she heard of the recent raids conducted with aide of the Dementors. Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Blaise winced at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, but Ron asked boldly, "What do you mean by that?"
"The eradication part?"
Ron nodded his head, and Sheena explained patiently whilst the other Hogwarts students listened on, "Actually, when the Death Eaters were first started during your parents' time, there had already been intentions of destroying the 'organization'. However, there were some rules and protocols that forbid the Universal Elite to act upon their intentions. Of which included your Minister's refusal to ask for help, and the other of not acknowledging that Britain was in danger due to this. Furthermore, as Voldemort –" several people winced at the name, " – was from Britain, we cannot do anything to him without Britain's admittance to the threat which, in this case, is him."
"Please… don't say that name." Ron shivered as Harry shot him an exasperated glare. He too, had been listening to Sheena's explanation, and somehow, it made sense.
"Who made all these rules?" Ginny wondered aloud, earning several snickers and pointed glances at Silverdawn and Azrael. At last, Azrael cleared his throat, saying wryly, "That would have to be my great, great, er, add a few more greats, grandfather. They were formulated to ensure self-ruling in individual countries."
"He ought to get shot." The red head replied indignantly, "Why don't one of you abolish it?"
"There's a reason for the rule to stay as it is, Ginny. Changing it now won't make a difference." Silverdawn explained, sipping her iced wine. Offering a similar flute of wine to Hermione, she continued, "Currently, we aim to get back at Voldemort. Changing the rules will only take away even more of our precious time."
"True." Ashteroth agreed aloud, passing some snacks to Ron, who was seated beside him.
"Then what next? Allow him to go on raiding and killing people?" Hermione asked cynically. This caused Lawrence to laugh bitterly, "We don't have much of a choice now do we?"
"I don't think so…" Blaise murmured, and all of them were left to their own thoughts…
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As promised, all of them returned back to Hogwarts for their dinner, much to everyone's chagrin. After all, all of them had been looking forward to the havoc that San Marie's pubs promised during the night, but due to their 'curfew', they had left San Marie at 1845hrs GMT.
Dinner was a boisterous affair, but sighs could be heard at both the Gryffindor and Slytherin table. Blaise took a sip of her pumpkin juice, reminiscing about the lunch in San Marie and the beauty of the town. Idly, she asked Silverdawn in Italian, "Silver, is it possible to go to San Marie some time soon?"
"Miss the place already?" Silverdawn teased in Greek, not letting the others understand their conversation one bit.
"You can say that…" Blaise replied grudgingly in Hispanic, pushing her food around, "Arghh… after those cocktails, these food seem to make me sick."
"Try some bread, it'll help." Draco advised, noting that Silverdawn looked slightly pale. A soft nudge under the table made the girl look at him, and the worry that was evident in his eyes made Silverdawn smile reassuringly. This seemed to appease Draco somewhat, but inwardly, Silverdawn was silently cursing about her health… for after she had arrived back in Hogwarts, her health had deteriorated and her heart seemed to be stifled by some unknown fear – all this due to her inability to adapt with the sudden environmental changes.
Nikolai had noticed this too, and in a worried tone, she asked, "Do you need me to get Shadow?"
"Nah… just the usual problem." The girl waved it off before resuming her meal. She had not felt very much bothered by her own health (other than having a laborious time trying to breathe), yet it seemed as if others were more worried about her health than herself! After seeing Nikolai's worry, Draco, for one, isn't going to be let off so easily.
"Go to sleep after this. Don't bother about the homework and reports tonight, Silver." Draco chided gently as he tucked a stray strand of raven hair behind her ear. This action caused quite a commotion within the Slytherin table… Silverdawn blushed, whilst Lawrence, Ashteroth, Nikolai and Blaise looked on with anticipation, and Pansy practically stared daggers at the black-haired girl
Calming herself, Pansy drank her water before asking oh-so-innocently, "Silverdawn, who are your parents?"
"Andrew and Isabelle Langford." Came the cool reply.
Millicent took over from here, wondering aloud, "Hmm… I've never heard of them before."
Silverdawn just shrugged her head, replying off-handedly, "Not surprising. I'm muggle-born."
"You're a mudblood?" Crabbe gasped in a voice that caught the entire Slytherin table's attention. Eyes narrowed at Silverdawn at the mention of her being a muggle-born, but she remained unfazed by it, replying calmly, "I would prefer the term, muggle-born."
Tensed silence resumed at this, but there was an occasional sneer from the younger Slytherins, all of whom were disgusted by the fact that there was a mudblood in their territory. All this while, Lawrence, Nikolai, Ashteroth, Blaise and Draco looked on warily, shutting up every one of those who sneered with narrowed glances and icy stares whilst Silverdawn continued with her meal, not in the least affected. After all, why would she be? No one could do any true harm to her within Hogwarts itself…
…Though it proved to be rather wrong.
After dinner, the Slytherins who were heading for the Kadamon suite talked quietly, discussing of ways to deal with the mountains of information that had yet been processed in the Information Halls. The Gryffindors had already left earlier on, intent on starting on the next potion before doing their homework, and Amber had already informed them via mindspeech that they had already started on their newest pet-project – the counter potion for the side effects of the Sentinel Manipulus spell. Ever since their first Dueling lesson with Lucifer in Hogwarts, everyone felt that it would be better if they had a spare bottle of the counter potion, just in case such a thing happens again…
Silverdawn mused a little at this, for beneath the original reason everyone gave, it was evident that they had wanted to make this potion so as to let the Hogwarts students explore the rarer types of potions ingredients that are considered contraband in Britain. Laughing silently at their oh-so-grand reason, the girl reached for her bag to retrieve something she had wanted to pass to Hermione… and froze mid-step when she could not find it. Searching her memory as to where she had left it, Silverdawn inwardly berated herself for being so muddle-headed as she spoke aloud, "Guys, I left something in the Great Hall. Meet up with you in the suite." And with that, she sprinted for the Great Hall, not even waiting for an answer.
How could I forget that book? Father will kill me!
Reaching the empty Great Hall, she went over to the Slytherin table immediately, intent on finding the book that had been constantly vied for by many great scholars and power-hungry leaders, of which Voldemort was one of them. However, this proved to be in vain, and the loss of such a book started to make Silverdawn panic. Thinking back to where she had been after returning from San Marie, she retraced her path back to the dungeon stairs that led to the Slytherin common room, hoping that she might have left it there.
Being so thoroughly caught up with her thoughts, she had not expected someone to push her from behind… And with the added fact that she was not having an easy time with her health, the black-haired girl fell down the flight of stairs that she had been walking, crumpling at the base of the stairs.
"Looking for this?" A feminine voice sneered as Silverdawn wiped some blood off her lips. Looking up, Pansy was looking at her with undulated loathing as a smug Millicent held up the book that shone with an inner light whilst Crabbe and Goyle looked on impassively. The translucent dragonskin cover glowed eerily in the dark dungeon hall, and Silverdawn narrowed her eyes at the quartet.
"Give it back to me."
Silverdawn's voice was quiet, filled with a barely concealed venom that caused all four students to shiver. Still, Pansy remained defiant, and, snatching the book from Millicent's hand, she sneered, "How could a mudblood like you own such a purely magical thing?"
"If I were you, I'd rack my brains and think of a reason why instead of insulting me." The girl replied in a dangerous manner. Silverdawn was furious, but due to the training she had received since young, she retained her composure, trying to think of a way to get the book back without creating a ruckus.
However, she was never given a chance to think of one…
Severus Snape was in a bad mood… in a few hours time, he would be participating in a raid, and the dread that followed had put him in the foul mood that only worsened on finding an injured Silverdawn lying crumpled beneath the stairs. Furthermore, seeing Pansy, Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle on the top of the stairs only served to fuel the annoyance that threatened to be lashed out at any moment on unsuspecting victims, Slytherins not withstanding.
"Ms. Parkinson, Bulstrode, Mr. Crabbe, Goyle, what happened here?" Snape asked in the ever-silky voice that now had a subtle tinge of fury in it. The quartet looked at one another for a second, unsure of what to say, until the Professor tapped his foot impatiently, "I'm waiting."
"Langford fell down, and I did not think that this book she dropped was hers." Pansy replied a little nervously as she held out the book Silverdawn had forgotten on the table. Snape narrowed his eyes into dangerous slits on recognizing what book Pansy had been holding in her hand, feeling the urge to snatch the book from her possession and blast her to all hell and back. It wasn't the recognition of the book that caused him to be angry, but how someone so… tainted should handle the book that Silverdawn had so badly wanted to retrieve.
Not surprising, Atzulith – the last Ethereal could be considered as sacred as the holy bible in the magical world, for all prophecies recorded within it would come true in a way or another. And this was the reason why, for the first time, Severus snapped at his own Slytherins, lying smoothly in the process, "Of course it isn't hers. I lent it to her!"
This statement stunned the four Slytherins, and with the added fact that Severus – the *evil git* – Snape was glaring at them icily, Pansy hurriedly handed over the book to Snape's outstretched hand before scooting off with Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle trailing after her, not even daring to risk a glance at Silverdawn, who was picking herself up from the floor.
Severus watched the students go off with a scowl, muttering profanities under his breath as he went over to his godchild. He took to inspecting her wounds, especially the bloody slash on her right arm that she received when she fell down, and sighed.
"Sometimes, I really think that you have an aptitude for attracting trouble." Severus commented sardonically as he healed the more major wounds. Pulling the girl up, he dusted her robe whilst Silverdawn managed a weak smile, apparating both of them into her room in the Kadamon suite before retorting mildly, "I never asked for it."
The man gave a chuckle at that, mussing her hair in a tender manner as he pushed her to the direction of the bathroom.
"Wash up, and go to sleep. I'll tell the others where you are."
Silverdawn complied, though albeit unwillingly.
As she neared the bathroom, Silverdawn turned to face the Potions Master, a look of pleading in those quicksilver eyes. This left Severus a little out of sorts, and at his questioning look, Silverdawn implored, "Uncle, speak not of this to the others."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons…" She trailed off, not willing to divulge any further. Seeing the obstinate look on the girl's face, Severus sighed once more, agreeing reluctantly, "Oh all right…"
"Thanks."
Indeed, Severus never spoke of the incident to anyone when he reached the Potions laboratory, but Azrael looked up from his cauldron with a scowl that seemed only to enhance his looks instead of marring it, causing the Potions Master to realize that the bond link between the twins were still very active. Shaking his head in a warning manner at Azrael, Severus informed them that Silverdawn had retired early, and that they were to rest early too. His words never reached Azrael's ears, for the platinum haired boy was busy contemplating revenge…
He knew of what had transpired between the four Slytherins and his twin sister.
And he will get revenge…
… Once he's finished with Voldemort.
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England
Hyde Park
Promptly at ten, Severus apparated into Hyde Park cloaked in black, the Death Eater mask in one hand. Lucius, Wormtail and several others were already there, with Belial leading five Dementors. Seeing Severus, Belial went forward to envelop the man in an 'intimate' hug – one that made everyone think that they were lovers. Whispering in a low voice, the fallen angel started, "Be careful… the Dementors might come closer to you on realizing that you are not a human."
"I know, but they don't affect angels the way they do humans."
Belial chuckled at this seemingly arrogant statement, remarking sarcastically, "Now that's a comforting thought." However, Severus remained unconcerned, replying in a breezy manner, "Glad to understand." Belial scowled a little at this, but did not take it to heart. Instead, he turned to the on-looking crowd, assuming the usual, icy-cold expression he has whenever he was called to do serious work.
"Today, we will only raid three houses as warm up. The Dementors will be allowed to perform the kiss, so I suggest the few of you to get out of the way, and don't act all high and mighty on me, Lucius. I have my ways to deal with you."
The open reprimand made Lucius's face flush slightly pink, and he stared at the Dark Lord's godson in a hated manner, replying in a controlled voice, "Yes, Belial." Belial then proceeded to apparate all of them to their first house, allowing the ten Death Eaters to have fun wrecking the house before making them watch the Dementors perform the kiss on their screaming, hysterical victims.
Unforgivables were used constantly, Imperio being one of the most often used to control those muggles. One of the more sadistic Death Eater (a Devil that Belial had brought along as a spy) even used it to make a woman kill her husband, skinning him bit by bit, savoring in his pain before allowing them to resume their own consciousness for a few minutes. Then, two Dementors took the liberty of sucking their souls, leaving blank pupils staring at the ten Death Eaters. This scene left several of the other Death Eaters blanching… and even Lucius and Wormtail were very much disorientated by the negative influences that the Dementors exude when performing the Kiss.
Only Severus and Belial seemed to remain dispassionate about the entire thing.
Both of them were indifferent to the Dementors' powers. Disgusted might be a more suitable word when they witnessed the entire scene, but none of them gave anything away, and by the time they ended with the second house, set the house on fire with the Dark Mark hovering in the air, Lucius finally realized how far the difference between his ability of leading and killing and Belial's was. This wasn't surprising given Belial's notorious status in Hell, but the blonde man did not know, and Lucius became inwardly jealous, along with the sickening realization that he himself was becoming affected by the presence of the Dementors…
When they first entered the third house, Snape felt a slight tingle of dread as he saw the inner deco of the house. It seemed warm and cozy, and the Potions Master felt a twinge of regret at having to burn this house after killing the owners. What was weird to him was a familiar scent of honey blossoms and apple that lingered faintly in the air. Nodding to Belial, he went upstairs to the second floor of the house, surveying the furniture of the small den, and the painting that were lovingly hung in the center. It looked to be of the hands of a child… a child that was loved by both of his or her parents.
Downstairs, hexes could be heard as Belial allowed the now pale Death Eaters to play the couple that owned this house. Screams, pleas and snarling also sounded from downstairs, but Severus shut all these out of his mind, intent only at his inspection of the house. Entering the master bedroom, the black-haired Professor could only use a word to describe it… and that was homely.
Whilst a king-sized bed occupied part of the room, the dressing table, bookcases and closet were all of the same honey-brown wood series, and the curtains seemed to be handmade, allowing a certain comfortable feeling for those who lived there. There were also all sorts of mementos placed everywhere… on the bedside table, the dressing table, hung on the wall etcetera. Also, all of them were of the family of three – a beautiful brunette, a boyish-looking man, and their child.
It was the child that made Severus grow interested in the pictures. The girl, when she was a toddler, had a head of luscious, black hair and black eyes, but in the pictures when she was older, she had brown hair and blue eyes instead, sometimes the eyes were brown instead of blue. Inspecting it in detail, Severus noted that the couple looked to be rather young, and were very happy too. He then proceeded to look at the family photo that they had taken when they were in some skiing resort, taking to inspecting the child that looked to be only fourteen or fifteen. The sweet, dimpled smile and twinkling chocolate brown eyes was far too familiar for him not to realize whom it was…
… And all of a sudden, Severus felt his heart drop.
Horror began to cloud his mind as he finally understood why the scent of honeyed blossoms and apple smelt so familiar.
This is Hermione's home.
Hurriedly, he snuck the photo (frame and all) into his robe pocket before running down the stairs, all sorts of thoughts racing through his mind in an alarming speed. Why had they randomly chosen this house, not others? Oh God, please don't let the Dementors start. He prayed fervently that what he feared would not come true, but when he saw Belial sitting on the sofa with a detached look on his face whilst Lucius, Wormtail and the Death Eaters looked positively ill, something clenched his heart…
The owner of the house, Benedict, Hermione's father, had a blank look on his face. Those sparkling blue eyes that he had seen in the photos no longer retained a life, but now appeared to be a dull blue… The Dementors had just finished performing the Dementor's Kiss on Hermione's mother – Rachel, and the woman sprawled lifelessly on the ground, looking like a broken rag doll. Seeing this, Severus slumped against the rail of the staircase, a dazed look on his face as he muttered, "Shit."
Belial noticed this at once, a puzzled look evident on his face as the black-haired man mindspoke desperately, ::This is the family of my student.:: The fallen angel paled slightly on hearing this, swearing in languages that none of the Death Eaters (except the Devil one and Severus) could understand.
::Set some protective wards in the upper floor, Severus. I'll do some on the couple.::
Severus nodded his head mutely, helplessness suddenly tangible in his stance. He had just gotten to know the Granger girl, and somehow or rather, he knew that the girl had a good nature… one that was nurtured by her parents through love and care. Now, all these would no longer be given to her, and her parents can be considered quite as good as dead. Both Belial and Severus knew that they could do nothing to change what was done, thus when the deed was done, the Dementors and Death Eaters filed out quietly as Belial personally set the house on fire. Wormtail was ordered to set the Dark Mark… and when all was finished everyone disapparated out of sight, leaving only Severus and Belial behind.
"Summon one of the angels here. I'll get those two out." the Potions Master ordered grimly as Belial nodded his head, summoning his all-time friend – Anael – out of Atzulith. Using his magic, Severus managed to pull the two muggles out of the blazing inferno in no time flat for those wards that Belial had cast only served to aid his summoning. Seeing the beautiful angel, Severus just nodded his head curtly, speaking in a clipping voice, "Send them to St Mungo's. Belial, go back to settle the report to Voldemort. I have to get back to Hogwarts."
This done, the three of them did their allocated work, and apparated out of sight before the Aurors and ministry people entered the sight whilst the Dark Mark glowed eerily in the night sky…
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Hogwarts,
Unknown Location
Kadamon Suite
Wind was howling loudly outside as two figures tossed and turned in their sleep. They were in separate rooms, but both of them seemed to be sharing the same dream. Both of them saw the same things through a particular person's eyes, and the two of them also experienced the dread that followed. The last experience did it… seeing your own parents' die isn't something a normal being could stand.
Suddenly, the very foundations of Hogwarts shook inexplicably as amethyst purple eyes and sapphire blue ones opened, anguish evident in both pairs of eyes. Silverdawn's eyes widened in shock as she literally flew into Hermione's room, worried for the well being of her cousin.
Entering the brunette's room, she could not care if both Hermione and her hair had turned back into pure silver, and did not bother to change both back. After all, the girl was overtly distressed, tears streaming down from her now sapphire eyes and this state of shock made Silverdawn heart wrench. She hugged her tightly as Hermione let out a muffled scream, sobs wrecking her entire body. She cried brokenly for a long time with Silverdawn constantly stroking her back in a comforting manner, allowing her to let all the grief out of her systems.
However, when Hermione's crying started to abate, a glazed look formed in her face, causing Silverdawn to become alert once more. Waving a hand in front of her whilst Hermione stared on without feeling, the Princess felt dread, and finally, she mindspoke to her twin, knowing that she needed her twin's aid, right here, and now.
::Riley… wake Niko up. I need both of your help in Mione's room… fast.::
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End of a very long chapter 15…
When I took a look at the amount of words for the story alone, I realize that this can be considered the longest chapter I've posted – 9000 over words! Phew! I'll never try such a stunt again… it's taxing on my brain!
In this chapter, I've garnered some ideas from several places. So let's take a look.
Note 1: The idea of the restaurant came from one of my favorites… Marché. The food there is really nice, though it's kinda centered on western cuisine.
Then, there's the part of the uniforms. They're based on Clamp's Magic Knight Rayearth, where the weapons choose their own master. It's quite an interesting idea, and the story (I read the manga) was real cool!
Oh! The origin of the Ephirel line is quite a long story. But safely put, the name was taken from my sis, who had made up this character that she drew quite often… And I must say, my sis really has the talent for drawing characters in the Japanese manga style. Her pics are awesome!
Also, the part on Joshua and Sheena being elves, and Valerie being of Veela lineage was part of my demented mind. And I am trying to experiment putting a Veela and Elf as a couple. After all, UWIM is a multi-racial college, and I hoped this would give people some idea as to how the college could be like. I mean… Dwarves could even have elves as friends! *hint hint*
There's quite a lot to digest in this chapter, so hope you guys won't get to befuddled by it =)
Now for reviews (I always love this part the most!):
harrypotter-chik ~ Thanks. I will try ta completing this story and not leaving it hanging 6_^
*unnamed* ~ *grins apologetically* Sorry about the constant delay. The words just couldn't get out!
april ~ hmm… getting a Firebolt? I'd have sent you one, but I don't have any… *lol*
janmmci ~ I have to study too, my promotional exams is coming in abt a month's time, and I haven't revised yet!!!
Starbrite ~ I'll try to get the website up soon. Hmm… about Harry's parents and the angels? I'll get that out soon, once Hermione gets out of her shock. So don't worry, there'll be answers =)
~EdenGurl~ Like your nick ^_^, and thanks for your compliment. I too seldom review stuff, unless I find it worthy of reviewing… heehee
Eliza ~ I get ideas from dreams… fun thing to do, cos' my dreams can be as wacky as you can imagine!
Kayti ~ Oh! You mean putting the website on the homepage part? Hmm… maybe I'll do just that! *grins*
bubblegum*girl ~ You're welcome. So if you need pronunciations of other words, feel free to ask, and I'll supply it in the next chapter =þ
harrypotter-chik ~ Yuppie, I'll continue this alright, but at the same time, I'm hoping to complete my other fic – Don't pass me by.
Madame Padfoot ~ *complains like a brat* Sometimes, I really regret pairing so many people up. Now I'm having a hard time trying to make all their love blossom, and it really is a headache to do it! As for Draco and Silver, he will only know that Silver is an angel later in the story. Hope you can wait for that!
Janmci ~ teehee, glad that the Mike/Blaise part made up for Sev/Mya scenes. I liked it too!
Colibi ~ You mean that it's the same pronunciation in French? *embarrassed* I'm not good in French, but knowing that somebody got the pronunciation right before I explained made me relieved. I thought that everyone would pronounce it as Hi-day-kai. *lol*
Tracy ~ The nickname Star had a reason behind it… This was your Court name before you graduated from UWIM, and yes, you were originally from the Court of Twelve. No joke =)
cherrity ~ thanks for your concern on my health, and yes, Harry will learn about the angelic language soon… though only those of the angelic heritage are able to learn it thoroughly. Any guess why? Ooh, goody, if I need help, how am I able to contact you? Through mail?
Orange ~ Pub is something like discothèques or bars. Sorry that the raid took such a small part, but I really don't know how to write about it, and I think that it kinda sucked big time. *sighs before brightening up* I've given you the reason why those angels (or at least why those in the Parliament) can't kick Voldie's butt so easily when they are much more powerful. Also, angels, like the dragons, aren't allowed to interfere in the works of man – it's an unwritten law, though many choose to defy it on their own will.
Aemos ~ thanks for constantly reviewing this first fic of mine. I'm really glad that you are still with me up till now, cos' my fic can be quite boring sometimes…
Rebuky ~ sorry about the constant delays in reviews, but I can't seem to get the correct words out even though the ideas are already in my mind. Goes to show that I'm not as good a writer than I wish to be.
… ~ *apologetic* I'm sorry, but I like to think that most countries are still under rule of the royals. Anyways, it will be like this in the story, hope you don't mind too much.
ElvenFaerie ~ Glad you like it, after all… Creativity can be quite a good trait to possess. *grins*
as de corazones ~ thanks =) I hope I can keep the level of the story up instead of down ^_^!
*unnamed* ~ *soothing* I won't starve you… *sly look on my face* I'll just make you grow hungry! Hee hee, I'm bad… but I can't help it! *lol*
Omni ~ Problem is that I fear those needles… but yes, I've tried going to a Chinese physician, and it really did help, though the second day after I went for it was hell (but after that, the wrists really felt better)… Also, I'm sorry about the gloomier parts although I did like writing it. I'm a sadistic freak. *someone throws a bolster at me, shouting, 'yea right, Jo!'*
Li-chan ~ hope that this chapter is up to your liking! I had hoped to describe Silver's past a long time ago, but it seemed only right to put it now so as to have a dream to start the morning (Silver's) and another to end the night (Hermione's). Btw, how was the match?
As de corazones ~ Oh goody, I finally have people asking me questions! Yes, Hermione still has the locket and ring, though it is hidden from everyone's view. You need to enter UWIM before you are allowed to enter the Court. This will happen to her next year, after her awakening. (This will have to wait) hope these answers your queries!
arcee ~ things are going to go a little turbulent after this chapter… you'll just have to wait. *sorry!*
Dragon-Charmer ~ You're right, though both of them has no idea about it. They will find out soon though…
Faith ~ Here are some answers to your questions: 1. Hermione isn't the queen of San Marie, San Marie is under the Universal Royal Family, and so the current king is Adam. 2. Yes, she is. 3. Hermione is paired with a particular, ruly haired, green-eyed boy. Any guesses? *obvious, isn't it?* 4. Hmm… not very likely. It is possible… but there'll be some difference somewhere. Man, Sev will go totally ballistic! Hope these answers what you have doubt in. also, thanks for your help in the grades thing, I finally realize that there are so many names for the levels. In Singapore, I'm in JC (Junior College), and it's just JC1 and JC2!
Dark Angel ~ Wow! So I'm the first person to be reviewed by you in English? I'm honored! What is your mother language? Polish? Hmm… then you learnt English as your second language or just for fun? Okie, sorry for so many questions, but I've gotten this chapter up, and it's pretty long! Hope you like it =) p/s: how do you pronounce that?
Rebuky ~ Thanks for putting me in your list! Oh! *surprised* So you are Becky… I understand how you feel about the nickname change though. I'd have hated it if many someones had the same nickname as me! And no, I don't find what you say boring. Instead, they're quite interesting, cos' I agree with you opinion too! *smiles widely*
Loves_kiss ~ thanks for your compliment, and I don't think a can post this up regularly, so you'll have to wait periods… I'm sorry!
EclypsCC1 ~ No problem! Go ahead and use them. Also, tell me when you post them up, I wanna read! *hint hint*
Sweet Immortal ~ You know, I'm glad that you are reading this, cos' it's pretty hard to get one who doesn't like to read fantasy to read them. It's like the fact that I don't read science fiction, and ended up reading Sphere (Michael Crichton)! Glad you like it =) As for your question, Severus is an angel, but Lawrence and Salazar aren't. The reason will be given later in the story. Btw, how did you manage to get to this story? *curious*
ElvenFaerie ~ Thank you!!! I'm really glad that you like reading this, but what is it about crossing genres? I know that I only crossed on romance and some adventure… so it isn't that complicated that it will cause the entire story to go choppy and abrupt! What other genres did I cross? Yeah!!! I finally have a person telling me to take all the time to write a chapter, for that… *muack!* *someone throws me a disgusted look, saying, 'eww… that's gross!'*
Okie, that's all for reviews!!!
Do continue to support my story,
And thanks to everyone who has read it, no matter if you've reviewed or not!
Toodles,
SilverDawn
P/s ~ Oh my grace! After writing the notes and reviews, the number of words shot up to over 10000! *almost fainting* This chapter went on for eleven pages!