A/N: Sorry about my lack of updates, I just started classes and let me tell you, Philosophy is NOT my thing. -_-;;; And before that I had to get situated in my dorm, so please don't be upset with poor lil ol me. I also apologize for this chapter, I don't think it came out all that good, but it wasn't for lack of trying! I also needed to give this story a little bit of plot since it was nonexistent.
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Chapter 7
*snort*
"It's not funny Malfoy."
*snicker*
"Shut up."
Draco Malfoy burst out laughing while pointing at dear Harry Potter.
The said dear Harry Potter, scowled darkly.
After a few more minutes of pointing and laughing, the fair haired Slytherin straightened up and wiped tears out of his eyes.
"So you're telling me that she kneed your ba-"
"Destructor."
"…What?"
Blushing Harry muttered to himself, "Stupid, you weren't supposed to say that out loud."
Realization dawned on Draco, and with an amused smirk he just had to comment, "You named it 'Destructor'?"
Glaring at the practically tearful boy, Harry glared defiantly, "I'm sure it's better than any name you can come up with."
With narrowed stormy eyes he snapped, "I'll have you know that the Dragon Prince is reputed."
"…You named it 'Dragon Prince?!"
"Told you it's better!"
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Prat."
"Git."
"Loser."
"Idiot."
"Prick."
"Yes, mine is definitely bigger."
"Don't go there."
"I did."
"Mine's bigger."
"Mine."
"No, Mine."
"No need to be ashamed Harry."
"I'm not ashamed! PLUS mine is bigger."
"Fine let's measure!"
"Fine!"
*****
"Where's Harry?"
"I think he's out with Draco, why do you ask?"
Sylph shrugged her shoulders, her damp hair falling onto her back, "Thought I'd play a little with him."
Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Play?"
The Chinese girl smirked while plopping into a seat, "He's cute, best word to describe him actually. Plus, we decided to play this little itsy bitsy game for fun."
Eager to know what exactly this game was, the redhead leaned forward slightly, "Well are you going to tell me or not?"
She stood up and for a few contemplated telling her, but thought better about the consequences, "Sorry hon, but better not. I gotta go, I'll talk to you later alright?"
Before Ginny could say anything, the other girl was gone.
****
Slyph was already a few minutes late for her meeting with Dumbledore, but she couldn't help the fact that she didn't want to go to his office either.
All she could do was stand in front of the gargoyle, remembering unpleasant thoughts.
:::FLASHBACK:::
"I'll be back in a few days, I promise sweet."
Sylph frowned, "Be careful ok? You know how things have been lately…"
He chuckled then brought his lips to the top of her head, "I'll be fine baby girl! Besides why would I ever leave you here longer than I have to?"
Cocking an eyebrow she poked him hard in the chest, "When there were Football games, Quidditch games, Basketball games, Soccer games, Baseball games-"
Throwing his hands up he cried out in mock pain, "Enough! You wound me deeply!"
Laughing she threw her arms around his middle and whispered against his chest, "I'll miss you as usual and remember to bring me back a souvenir alright baby boy?"
He tapped her chin upwards so she was lost in his soft hazel eyes, "I've got the best surprise for you when you I get back. Now, you go get some sleep, it's late and if I stay here a minute longer, I'll never be able to leave."
She grinned and kissed him gently on the lips, "Have a safe trip Mark."
:::End Flshback:::
Her hands clenched and her eyes glazed over with hate and unshed tears.
A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she whirled around, only to see the headmaster watching her with sad eyes.
"Sylph, Let us go into my office."
She shrugged off his hand and nodded curtly.
Once up in his office, Dumbledore offered her some lemon drops, which she kindly refused.
Settling himself into his chair he waved her into a seat.
"Well Sylph, what do you think?"
She eyed the aged wizard for a moment before answering.
"He has raw power, but that's it. Besides that, he's unrefined in basically every other aspect. How in the world did he manage to destroy Voldemort?"
He grinned brightly at her, "He has heart Sylph, and that's exactly what Tom Riddle lacked."
Rolling her eyes skyward she retorted, "As I'm sure most of the people he killed had heart as well. I still don't believe he was capable of it."
"I assure you it was him who destroyed Voldemort."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, "I suppose it's possible, although I don't see how. But that's not why I'm here now is it?"
Popping a lemon drop into his mouth, Dumbledore shook his head, "No it isn't."
Sylph tugged a black box the size of a quarter, out of her small jeans pocket and then unshrunk it.
"My reason for being here isn't to play nursemaid Albus, as you well know."
She placed her hand atop the box which was now the size of a shoebox, muttering a few words.
A soft pulsating white light surrounded it for a few seconds before disappearing.
Unclasping the now unsealed box, she opened the lid, raising her eyes to the headmaster's, "I came here for revenge."
****
"It's not because she's decent in classes Ron!"
"Decent Mione? She's pretty good, but don't worry you're still the best in my eyes."
Her lips twitched upward, "Good answer Mr. Weasley."
He grinned with eyes twinkling, "Did you expect any less?"
Hermione sighed and looked at her boyfriend sadly, "From an unbiased point of view, she seems like a decent person as well as intelligent, but even I don't like personal snubs."
Snaking his arms around her waist, Ron kissed her on top of the head, "You don't have to like her love. You know that not everyone can be best friends. It's just that she gets to you so much, you lash back and that isn't the level headed beauty I know and adore."
She chuckled slightly, "Sometimes I wonder when you turned into the reasonable one."
With eyes twinkling he grinned, "Since I was sexier."
Laughing she pushed him into a couch and snogged the silliness out of him.
****
Her hand rested on a jade sword, etched along the blade and hilt, were dragons and phoenixes intertwined. But that wasn't the eye catcher; there was a oblong stone that sat within the tip of the blade.
"I brought the 'slumber of fangs,' I am more than prepared."
Headmaster Dumbledore watched her intently, he knew full well why Sylph had decided to come to Hogwarts. She had wanted to watch over Draco Malfoy as well as get her revenge. He could hardly begrudge her protectiveness, but the latter put him in a rather uncomfortable position.
Her dark brown eyes had turned cold and her tone curt, "I know he's after the lot of them and I will not let him come close. I don't care about your ideas of letting things take its course Albus. I've searched for a very long time and now he's here and aiming for my best friend. I will do what I feel I must."
Wearily, the elderly wizard shook his head, "I'm sorry Sylph but I cannot allow that. First of all, before you object, you are no longer in the United States, you have no political hold. Yes, you do have influence, but it certainly won't allow you to go killing at your leisure."
"You know what he did!"
His voice softened and his eyes lost their twinkle long ago, "Yes my child, I know."
His kind blue eyes saw the tears trailing down her cheeks and the pain hidden deep within her usual indifferent exterior.
Seeing him sympathize with her, took down one of her precious walls, and she felt herself give in a bit to that gentleness. Before she could stop herself, she started babbling.
"I loved him you know? He meant the world to me…I was actually willing to give up being…who I am…for him. Everyone thought we were being foolish, but it wasn't like that at all. We had plans and goals and dreams just like everyone else! …He brought me back a platter of cheese…I would have laughed if everything went smoothly…the way it ought to have. But seeing cheese and blood splattered doesn't exactly have that effect now does it? Funny how he had an engagement ring in a chunk of mozzarella. Couldn't stop crying for weeks every time I saw cheese."
He pulled her into a grandfatherly hug and stroked her hair while she cried.
Dumbledore sadly thought to himself, 'The burdens you carry child…there are so many…will you ever be free of them?'