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This chapter is in normal POV
Also, we apologize for the mistake in POV for Draco's chappie. That was in his POV. Sorry for any confusion we may have caused.
~:~Meeting~:~
...September first. Hogwarts begins today. That, and the beginning to what could be the war to end it all...
"Bert, give it!"
"Oh, come on, sis! Jump ball! You want it, work for it!"
Two people were walking side by side. Both had pale ivory skin and reddish brown hair. One was a tall, handsome man. The other, a beautiful teenage girl.
The man looked to be about six feet tall. His hair was a dark short and spiky. His body was lean yet had ripped muscles wherever it was appropriate. His eyes were a deep navy blue and on his arms was an evident tattoo of a dragon.
"Bert, it's mine!"
The girl looked something like the man. She looked to be about five foot six. Her hair was the same reddish brown, only with a few strands of blood red in the front, flowing to her hips. Her frame was thin yet nicely curved in all the right places. Her figure was only accented by the short shorts and red tube top she was wearing. Not to mention the flip flops. Throw in electric blue eyes, and you get...Alessia Fuoco and her brother, Bert.
"Alright, short stuff. Here's your stupid CD player."
Bert dropped a black object into Alessia's open palms.
"Finally! It took me hours to rig this to work around magic!"
The two began to laugh at some inside joke as they walked onto platform 9 and 3/4.
"So, Al...you do know to be careful of-"
"Yes, Bert...I know."
"I'm just looking out for you. Like Mom and Dad would have."
"And it helps..."
"...I'm sorry you have to deal with this...If it weren't for...THAT, it would be mom."
"No, it's okay...I can do it...Bert?"
"What is it, sis?"
"Luv ya!"
"Haha. You are a strange one, Al. Don't ever change."
"Will do, B. Will do."
More laughter....
...Two dark figures stalked the grounds of King's Cross.
"Kanika, are you sure you-"
"Daddy, for the MILLIONTH time, it's okay. You worked hard for that ministry job, and I WANT you to go. It makes you happy. Besides, I always wanted to go to Hogwarts. You said that Mommy went here for a year or two."
Mister Layla and his daughter were walking onto the platform for the Hogwarts Express, looking very strange indeed.
Osiris Layla was a tall, muscular man of six foot two. The kind that women swoon over. His skin was a deep mocha color with no wrinkles, making him look not a day over twenty three. His eyes were a deep black, though one could not see them, due to his sunglasses covering them. His hair was in straight, midnight black strands. It flowed to his shoulder blades and was tied into a tight ponytail. The witches on the platform stared as he walked by them elegantly.
His daughter could have been taken for his twin.
Kanika had the same skin color as her father. Her eyes, unlike her father's, were not covered, letting everyone see the deep black that they were. Her hair was the same, only flowing down to her thin ankles, swaying as she walked. Her body was thin, yet nicely developed at a nice height of five foot five and a half. One would think she liked to show it off, due to her tight flare jeans and rather...showy black tanktop.
"So, Kiki-"
"No Daddy."
"Are you-"
"Yes Daddy."
Kanika now wore a dangerous grin.
"Young lady, don't you grin like that."
"Yes Daddy."
The two stopped as they got to the Hogwarts Express.
"Now, Kiki, once you get there, give my letter to Albus."
"I know."
"And please, stay out of trouble!"
"I KNOW."
Osiris smiled and gently moved a stray lock of hair from his daughter's face.
"It seems like just yesterday I sent you off for your first day of preschool."
"Only I'm not in a frilly pink dress...And I'm not throwing a tantrum..."
Osiris sighed.
"Remember, dear, that you are something special. To me. And to your blood line. What you do from now on could affect the Layla line's future."
Kanika felt her father's hand lightly rub her cheek and lay her own hand over it.
"I know, Daddy."
"If your mother was here, she'd be proud of how well you've grown up...You look just like her."
"...I know."
A whistle rang.
"Looks like I've gotta go,"Kanika said, sadly pulling away.
Osiris smiled sadly.
"Yeah. Go ahead, dear. You know how to reach me. Anytime you have trouble, or just get lonely...I'm always here."
Kanika jumped forward and hugged her father.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Kiki."
Kanika pulled away, kissing her father on the cheek.
"Buh-bye, Daddy."
"Bye...Oh, and dear?"
"Yup?"
"Be careful with those fangs of yours,"Osiris whispered in her ear.
With a nod, she kissed him again and ran off, waving the whole way...
....Harry Potter was laying in his small room at Number Four Privet Drive, not even acknowledging the fact that his train to Hogwarts was due to leave in less than five minutes.
"Boy!,"Vernon yelled,"Get up! Don't you have to be going to that freak school soon?"
Harry merely sighed and pulled on a set of headphones. He turned on his CD player and pulled out his wand.
Vernon thundered up the steps and almost knocked down the door to his room.
"Can I help you, Vernon?,"Harry asked, twirling his wand through his thin fingers.
Vernon's face went a blotchy plum color.
"Boy, there will be-"
Vernon was cut off as his air passages were constricted, causing him to wheeze and sputter incoherently.
"Now, now, Vernon. All that yelling isn't good for your blood pressure,"Harry taunted.
Vernon felt the air come back into his body and grinned.
"They'll catch you for that magic, Potter. There's no-"
"They only catch regular magic, fool. There's nothing in the rules...about vampire magic."
Dursley's eyes bugged out.
"But...you can't-"
"Oh, can't I?"
"You're no vampire, boy! Just a bugger worthy of hell!"
Harry sat up, his long hair covering his no-longer bespectacled eyes. He scowled at the whale-like man before him.
"A word of advice, Dursley. One, never question me. Two, who said I WASN'T."
Harry let his wand drop to the floor. As if it were a voodoo doll, it caused Vernon to fall in a dead faint.
"Have fun while I'm gone, uncle. I'll make sure to send you a postcard."
After pocketing his wand, Harry took hold of his trunk and Hedwig's cage.
"And we're off, Hedwig."
With a flash of his sparkling green eyes and a foggy wisp of smoke, Harry disappeared, his music still going....
...Draco Malfoy was walking through the crowded corridors of the Hogwarts Express.
He hoped that no one was paying that much attention to the changes he had gone through over the summer.
...He hoped that he would not be caught alone with any Slytherin...For they could be the child of a Death Eater out for his blood.
The corridors emptied slowly, leaving him more room to walk. He searched silently for a lone compartment where he could sit and think.
...Until he was ambushed from behind.
"Hello...Drakie."
Pansy Parkinson and his own old goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe had our young elf by the neck, as if trying to break it.
"Can I help you, Pansy?,"he asked smoothly.
"How could you, Drakie?,"she whispered,"How would you betray your father like that?"
"He wasn't my father. He hated me,"Draco spat.
"You betrayed him...and our Lord."
"Draco Malfoy has no lord,"Draco said.
"Yes you DO,"Pansy insisted.
Draco glared at her from his spot in Crabbe's grip.
"I've had enough of this,"he growled,"Let me go, or I will kill you."
Pansy knows Draco well enough to know that he carries out those kinds of threats. She ordered Crabbe to let him go slowly.
"We'll have another talk soon, Drakie. I promise."
With that, she left, leaving a very angry blonde behind her.
"Stupid bitch,"he muttered, turning around.
"Oof!"
Draco had bumped right into...Alessia.
"Watch where you're going!,"he yelled.
"Sorry, your highness,"Alessia said sarcastically,"Did you break a nail?"
Draco glared at her.
"I've no time for this. Just move,"he said, motioning towards the space she was taking up.
"What if I don't feel like it?,"Alessia asked, challenging his temper.
Draco would have responded...were it not for Pansy stepping out of her compartment again.
"We'll meet again,"he threatened,"Then I'll catch you."
"Just try,"she hissed,"I'll be waiting."
With that, Draco walked away silently.
...Looks like two of our forces have met. And not on such good terms.....
~End of Chapter Five~
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This chapter is in normal POV
Also, we apologize for the mistake in POV for Draco's chappie. That was in his POV. Sorry for any confusion we may have caused.
~:~Meeting~:~
...September first. Hogwarts begins today. That, and the beginning to what could be the war to end it all...
"Bert, give it!"
"Oh, come on, sis! Jump ball! You want it, work for it!"
Two people were walking side by side. Both had pale ivory skin and reddish brown hair. One was a tall, handsome man. The other, a beautiful teenage girl.
The man looked to be about six feet tall. His hair was a dark short and spiky. His body was lean yet had ripped muscles wherever it was appropriate. His eyes were a deep navy blue and on his arms was an evident tattoo of a dragon.
"Bert, it's mine!"
The girl looked something like the man. She looked to be about five foot six. Her hair was the same reddish brown, only with a few strands of blood red in the front, flowing to her hips. Her frame was thin yet nicely curved in all the right places. Her figure was only accented by the short shorts and red tube top she was wearing. Not to mention the flip flops. Throw in electric blue eyes, and you get...Alessia Fuoco and her brother, Bert.
"Alright, short stuff. Here's your stupid CD player."
Bert dropped a black object into Alessia's open palms.
"Finally! It took me hours to rig this to work around magic!"
The two began to laugh at some inside joke as they walked onto platform 9 and 3/4.
"So, Al...you do know to be careful of-"
"Yes, Bert...I know."
"I'm just looking out for you. Like Mom and Dad would have."
"And it helps..."
"...I'm sorry you have to deal with this...If it weren't for...THAT, it would be mom."
"No, it's okay...I can do it...Bert?"
"What is it, sis?"
"Luv ya!"
"Haha. You are a strange one, Al. Don't ever change."
"Will do, B. Will do."
More laughter....
...Two dark figures stalked the grounds of King's Cross.
"Kanika, are you sure you-"
"Daddy, for the MILLIONTH time, it's okay. You worked hard for that ministry job, and I WANT you to go. It makes you happy. Besides, I always wanted to go to Hogwarts. You said that Mommy went here for a year or two."
Mister Layla and his daughter were walking onto the platform for the Hogwarts Express, looking very strange indeed.
Osiris Layla was a tall, muscular man of six foot two. The kind that women swoon over. His skin was a deep mocha color with no wrinkles, making him look not a day over twenty three. His eyes were a deep black, though one could not see them, due to his sunglasses covering them. His hair was in straight, midnight black strands. It flowed to his shoulder blades and was tied into a tight ponytail. The witches on the platform stared as he walked by them elegantly.
His daughter could have been taken for his twin.
Kanika had the same skin color as her father. Her eyes, unlike her father's, were not covered, letting everyone see the deep black that they were. Her hair was the same, only flowing down to her thin ankles, swaying as she walked. Her body was thin, yet nicely developed at a nice height of five foot five and a half. One would think she liked to show it off, due to her tight flare jeans and rather...showy black tanktop.
"So, Kiki-"
"No Daddy."
"Are you-"
"Yes Daddy."
Kanika now wore a dangerous grin.
"Young lady, don't you grin like that."
"Yes Daddy."
The two stopped as they got to the Hogwarts Express.
"Now, Kiki, once you get there, give my letter to Albus."
"I know."
"And please, stay out of trouble!"
"I KNOW."
Osiris smiled and gently moved a stray lock of hair from his daughter's face.
"It seems like just yesterday I sent you off for your first day of preschool."
"Only I'm not in a frilly pink dress...And I'm not throwing a tantrum..."
Osiris sighed.
"Remember, dear, that you are something special. To me. And to your blood line. What you do from now on could affect the Layla line's future."
Kanika felt her father's hand lightly rub her cheek and lay her own hand over it.
"I know, Daddy."
"If your mother was here, she'd be proud of how well you've grown up...You look just like her."
"...I know."
A whistle rang.
"Looks like I've gotta go,"Kanika said, sadly pulling away.
Osiris smiled sadly.
"Yeah. Go ahead, dear. You know how to reach me. Anytime you have trouble, or just get lonely...I'm always here."
Kanika jumped forward and hugged her father.
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Kiki."
Kanika pulled away, kissing her father on the cheek.
"Buh-bye, Daddy."
"Bye...Oh, and dear?"
"Yup?"
"Be careful with those fangs of yours,"Osiris whispered in her ear.
With a nod, she kissed him again and ran off, waving the whole way...
....Harry Potter was laying in his small room at Number Four Privet Drive, not even acknowledging the fact that his train to Hogwarts was due to leave in less than five minutes.
"Boy!,"Vernon yelled,"Get up! Don't you have to be going to that freak school soon?"
Harry merely sighed and pulled on a set of headphones. He turned on his CD player and pulled out his wand.
Vernon thundered up the steps and almost knocked down the door to his room.
"Can I help you, Vernon?,"Harry asked, twirling his wand through his thin fingers.
Vernon's face went a blotchy plum color.
"Boy, there will be-"
Vernon was cut off as his air passages were constricted, causing him to wheeze and sputter incoherently.
"Now, now, Vernon. All that yelling isn't good for your blood pressure,"Harry taunted.
Vernon felt the air come back into his body and grinned.
"They'll catch you for that magic, Potter. There's no-"
"They only catch regular magic, fool. There's nothing in the rules...about vampire magic."
Dursley's eyes bugged out.
"But...you can't-"
"Oh, can't I?"
"You're no vampire, boy! Just a bugger worthy of hell!"
Harry sat up, his long hair covering his no-longer bespectacled eyes. He scowled at the whale-like man before him.
"A word of advice, Dursley. One, never question me. Two, who said I WASN'T."
Harry let his wand drop to the floor. As if it were a voodoo doll, it caused Vernon to fall in a dead faint.
"Have fun while I'm gone, uncle. I'll make sure to send you a postcard."
After pocketing his wand, Harry took hold of his trunk and Hedwig's cage.
"And we're off, Hedwig."
With a flash of his sparkling green eyes and a foggy wisp of smoke, Harry disappeared, his music still going....
...Draco Malfoy was walking through the crowded corridors of the Hogwarts Express.
He hoped that no one was paying that much attention to the changes he had gone through over the summer.
...He hoped that he would not be caught alone with any Slytherin...For they could be the child of a Death Eater out for his blood.
The corridors emptied slowly, leaving him more room to walk. He searched silently for a lone compartment where he could sit and think.
...Until he was ambushed from behind.
"Hello...Drakie."
Pansy Parkinson and his own old goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
Crabbe had our young elf by the neck, as if trying to break it.
"Can I help you, Pansy?,"he asked smoothly.
"How could you, Drakie?,"she whispered,"How would you betray your father like that?"
"He wasn't my father. He hated me,"Draco spat.
"You betrayed him...and our Lord."
"Draco Malfoy has no lord,"Draco said.
"Yes you DO,"Pansy insisted.
Draco glared at her from his spot in Crabbe's grip.
"I've had enough of this,"he growled,"Let me go, or I will kill you."
Pansy knows Draco well enough to know that he carries out those kinds of threats. She ordered Crabbe to let him go slowly.
"We'll have another talk soon, Drakie. I promise."
With that, she left, leaving a very angry blonde behind her.
"Stupid bitch,"he muttered, turning around.
"Oof!"
Draco had bumped right into...Alessia.
"Watch where you're going!,"he yelled.
"Sorry, your highness,"Alessia said sarcastically,"Did you break a nail?"
Draco glared at her.
"I've no time for this. Just move,"he said, motioning towards the space she was taking up.
"What if I don't feel like it?,"Alessia asked, challenging his temper.
Draco would have responded...were it not for Pansy stepping out of her compartment again.
"We'll meet again,"he threatened,"Then I'll catch you."
"Just try,"she hissed,"I'll be waiting."
With that, Draco walked away silently.
...Looks like two of our forces have met. And not on such good terms.....
~End of Chapter Five~