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Chapter 9

ENMITY AND DESTINY

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LILY'S POV

Who was he?

I sat alone in the Common Room and pondered over the question again for the millionth time.

Him . and my baby. God, he reminds me so much - WHAT THE HELL?!

The air suddenly became very cold, but somehow I knew only I could feel it. Goosebumps crawled up my arms. The hairs on my neck tingled. Something was wrong, I could feel it.

This wasn't the first time this happened. I've had feelings like this before but never this strong. There was a sense of wrongness floating in the air, and it was screaming to be justified.

I had an instinctive feeling that it was something to do with the Lightporter business and sighed. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of the Common Room and searched the nearest toilet. Totally obeying this voice on the back of my head, I took all my clothes off as soon as I got there and set them up in a pile. Staring hard at it, I focused, seconds later, the clothes had disappeared and I was left wearing quite a revealing outfit.

I walked up to the mirror.

Wow!

The white mid-thigh dress had no sleeves, just two thin straps, the collar at the front was folded in a rippling style, the dress itself curved in at the waist and flowed out at the bottom. The overall effect was simple but beautiful. I was glad that the dress didn't cling to any part of my body as that would have made it uncomfortable.

And after a minute or two of examination, I - the most self-critical woman on the earth - had to admit I didn't look bad. In fact, I looked amazing, the dress accented every curve I had - which was merely a few. But I still felt uncomfortable, I have never worn anything that left my shoulders bare or my legs in view.

As I thought that, I noticed a pair of white boots on my legs, it reached just over my ankles. The heel was just over two inches so I was able to travel without tripping. I test walked a few time to make sure.

Then slowly, I rose my head to see the most startling piece of the attire.

The mask.

It was breathtaking too. A pair of angels' wings adorned over my eyes, duo pools of green blinked behind the silver rimmed holes from where I was able to see past. My mouth and nose where left uncovered but it was still difficult to identify my face. My long red hair was left dangling down my back, covered by a white linen cloth. Although in the dark, it would be impossible to tell which colour it really was anyway.

I, in all, looked like a figure from a fairy tale. Perhaps the transformed Cinderella who is ready to go to the ball where she'll meet her charming prince. But I, unlike her, was not going to meet any prince.

Making sure that no one could identify me under all this costume, I finally left the bathroom.

I could feel a pull telling me where to go, but I was hesitant. What am I doing? Dressing like this in the middle of a crowded castle. If anyone finds out, I'm dead!

But the little voice in my head assured me that I could trust the pull. Finally, my curiosity ruled over any doubts I previously had as I dashed off to find the destination of these senses, while carefully avoiding people at all costs.

Finally, I reached a door I had never been in, or acknowledged before as far as I could remember. There was a small gap which (luckily for me) was big enough for me to slip through. As I entered, I was surprised to find chamber pots and empty cauldrons all around the room. Silently, I slid behind one and watched.

A lonely boy stood before the open window. His gesture relaxed and stable. The evening breeze ruffled his dark locks of hair, which was highlighted by the silver moonshine that pooled around him. His silhouette was silent and still. Still as a picture, still as a sad picture.

I observed the scene for a bit, taking in the fact that he was dressed in the Hogwart's robe and clutching a piece of paper.

But, suddenly I became aware of another presence other than the boy and myself. And it sent shivers down my spine and fear gripping my heart.

Cautiously, my eyes scanned over the room, surprised to find my night vision quite good. Nevertheless, I only managed to catch a flash of black behind one the chamber pots before it disappeared.

Bending down, I soundlessly crossed the room in search for the other presence, hoping it wouldn't find me first. I glanced back at the boy once in a while, feeling the need to protect him.

Suddenly, I saw a movement near him, a figure of a girl dressed exactly like me, save the colour was black, was bending her back and readying herself to pounce.

I felt an alarm setting off somewhere inside my body, and my heart pace quickened. The little voice whispered for me to hurry, to stop it. Still hiding behind the pots and cauldrons I ran as fast and quietly as I could towards the leaping figure.

The silence was abruptly broken by a startled gasp. And I knew I was too late. I saw the girl pushing the boy onto the ground with supernatural strength, I saw him struggle under her tight grasp. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I leapt into the air and readied myself for some action.

The Darkporter - obvious by now - sensed me and turned her head in my direction. Like me, a mask, save the slots for the eyes, shielded the top half of her face. But unlike me, it was not a pair of angels' wings, but the pinions of a devil.

She saw me and smirked, blood red lips sneered at me in the dark. Her cold ruby eyes flashed behind the red slots, jeering.

She quickly jumped off the boy and set up into a fighting stance. Although not knowing any form of fighting, I was able to position myself into a stance too. And then without warning, she sprung up and kicked towards me.

I only just dodged in time as I turned around and started to attack. She was fast but I was fast too. Trusting the voice again, I spun and kicked as if I was a skilled martial artist. Finally, I saw the opening on one of her sides and punched towards it with all my might, but my fist was caught in her hands and she was able to do a karate chop on it with her other hand. She then gave me a series of punches in the stomach and knocked me over with a sweep of her leg.

Gritting in pain, I rolled away barely in time to hear the crash as her foot stamped the place where my head was. "Heal it, heal it." murmured the voice. I quickly got to my feet before she could react and kicked her hard on the back. She gave a pained scream and fell onto the floor.

I didn't waste any time, concentrating on my wrist, I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like not broken. A tingling feeling surrounded my wrist and when it died away, the pain was gone too.

I opened my eyes only to find a foot coming towards my face. Startled, I caught and twist it, the owner crashed against the floor and turned to face me.

Snarling in hatred, she threw me a look of the deepest loathing before teleporting away from the scene. Leaving no evidence that she was ever even here.

Staring numbly at where the Darkporter was before, I suddenly felt dizzy. Staggering on my wobbly feet, I felt extremely tired. Just as my knees gave out, a pair of strong, secure arms wrapped around my waist.

"Are you ok?" It was the boy. I completely forgot about him.

Detaching myself from his embrace, I nodded.

"Yes, thank y-"

But I never finished my sentence because at that moment, I finally saw who he was.

Green met hazel.

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A/N

I hope this chapter isn't too weird. And I also hope that the fighting bit was descriptive enough, I watch many Chinese Kung Fu movies so I think you'll be happy.

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