Disclaimer: Me own nothing except the plot and Laurethy.
A/N: I got the idea of the dark basilisc after I bought a cool stuffed snake on the zoo.
This also kinda explains why Snape decided to spy on the Death Eaters.
Chapter one
The whole city was on fire. The castle was practically collapsing now, so he had no hope to find her beloved queen now, alive at least. All he could do now was run and protect the little bundle between his arms, in which the future of the elfin kind rested upon. He couldn't give up now, he wouldn't.
Albus Dumbledore was calmly drinking a mug of chocolate in his office (having saved professor Trelawney from the "little green men" easily tired out anybody). He had sensed something weird would happen that day, but not in a Hogwarts' weird kinda way, something drastic, important, not to be put aside. He couldn't quite crack what it was when suddenly a distressed Minerva McGonagall entered his office clearly shocked and in desperate need for air. "Calm down Minerva, please take a seat, some air and tell me what's happening". "Oh Albus... a terrible, no tragic thing has happened..." was all she could choke out. "What happened...oh wait, don't tell me...the house elves got the kitchen on fire again right? I'm tired of them doing that... you know I'll have to give them out some of my dirty socks...and by the way..." "Voldemort started attacking the elven cities" She interrupted abruptly. "Nothing's left of them. They did put out a great battle, many, if not most of the death eaters died, but they could not compete against the giants and the Avada Kedavra curse." Dumbledore was staring in disbelief. How could the elven city be defeated? Sure it was the smallest one, but this could only mean that Voldemort was getting more followers. This could not be. McGonagall was seating, not a word was spoken. They stayed like that for what seemed a long time, but the truth was that only a short tome had passed. At that exact moment, Fawkes entered Dumbledore's office from a window and rested on the headmaster's seat. He let out a soft chant that soothed the moment. Both Dumbledore and Mcgonagall calmed down. Suddenly, they both noticed a small peck on the window. There were three owls carrying a small basquet. They let them in and as soon as they delivered their package they left. "Now what could that be?" asked McGonagall quite curious. Dumbledore inspected the package a little moment and then read the note attached to it.
To our dear Albus Dumbledore:
We fear more attack are on their way, and we cannot risk this creature's life. We entrust thee, who are our ally. We have sensed the end of our race is nigh. Though our hopes are not completely gone we simply cannot risk ourselves with such precious life. The very future of our race is in this girl's hands. Care of it. We would have hoped to entrust this personally, but our prescence here is of much greater importance at ths time. Voldemort has our every movement atched after. We fear this may be our last letter.
Sincerely, Queen Aerie and Sergeant Cyan
P.S. A messenger will arrive promptly to the castle to send you more details and a special package.
Albus and Minerva exchanged shocked glances. The notice of the attack and now this? They just got an elven baby on a basquet. What could be of such importance that the elves desperately needed to save?
A/N: I got the idea of the dark basilisc after I bought a cool stuffed snake on the zoo.
This also kinda explains why Snape decided to spy on the Death Eaters.
Chapter one
The whole city was on fire. The castle was practically collapsing now, so he had no hope to find her beloved queen now, alive at least. All he could do now was run and protect the little bundle between his arms, in which the future of the elfin kind rested upon. He couldn't give up now, he wouldn't.
Albus Dumbledore was calmly drinking a mug of chocolate in his office (having saved professor Trelawney from the "little green men" easily tired out anybody). He had sensed something weird would happen that day, but not in a Hogwarts' weird kinda way, something drastic, important, not to be put aside. He couldn't quite crack what it was when suddenly a distressed Minerva McGonagall entered his office clearly shocked and in desperate need for air. "Calm down Minerva, please take a seat, some air and tell me what's happening". "Oh Albus... a terrible, no tragic thing has happened..." was all she could choke out. "What happened...oh wait, don't tell me...the house elves got the kitchen on fire again right? I'm tired of them doing that... you know I'll have to give them out some of my dirty socks...and by the way..." "Voldemort started attacking the elven cities" She interrupted abruptly. "Nothing's left of them. They did put out a great battle, many, if not most of the death eaters died, but they could not compete against the giants and the Avada Kedavra curse." Dumbledore was staring in disbelief. How could the elven city be defeated? Sure it was the smallest one, but this could only mean that Voldemort was getting more followers. This could not be. McGonagall was seating, not a word was spoken. They stayed like that for what seemed a long time, but the truth was that only a short tome had passed. At that exact moment, Fawkes entered Dumbledore's office from a window and rested on the headmaster's seat. He let out a soft chant that soothed the moment. Both Dumbledore and Mcgonagall calmed down. Suddenly, they both noticed a small peck on the window. There were three owls carrying a small basquet. They let them in and as soon as they delivered their package they left. "Now what could that be?" asked McGonagall quite curious. Dumbledore inspected the package a little moment and then read the note attached to it.
To our dear Albus Dumbledore:
We fear more attack are on their way, and we cannot risk this creature's life. We entrust thee, who are our ally. We have sensed the end of our race is nigh. Though our hopes are not completely gone we simply cannot risk ourselves with such precious life. The very future of our race is in this girl's hands. Care of it. We would have hoped to entrust this personally, but our prescence here is of much greater importance at ths time. Voldemort has our every movement atched after. We fear this may be our last letter.
Sincerely, Queen Aerie and Sergeant Cyan
P.S. A messenger will arrive promptly to the castle to send you more details and a special package.
Albus and Minerva exchanged shocked glances. The notice of the attack and now this? They just got an elven baby on a basquet. What could be of such importance that the elves desperately needed to save?
