Chapter 20
Journal's Log
Valerie Dainne Cloephyst…Valerie…
Dainne…
Cloephyst…
What's in that name that seems so familiar and yet so far?
Oh, forgive me! I wasn't aware that I haven't told you what happened just a while ago…haven't I? I guess I was just too busy mulling that name over and over in my head that I completely forgot to write down the facts first.
Well, if you must know, I just met her a while ago in the annual party that the Ministry of Magic holds every year to celebrate old timers and new members. I had brought Virginia a long with me as my guest and I should say that she looked splendid in the dress she bought. She looked all the more splendid when I presented her the matching heart earrings and necklace.
Oh…
I seem to be skipping details again, am I?
Well, I don't remember if I was in that state again, but I was walking through Diagon Alley coming from Knockturn Alley…yes, I was mulling over my thoughts again…I just heard this lullaby in my head…
I can't seem to remember what other places I visited but as far as I can tell, I went to this café where I brought Virginia to the day I bumped into her after such a long time. Just across from me on the other side of the café window was a jewelry shop.
During that time, my thoughts weren't exactly clear yet until I saw the thing I wanted. I remembered the time when I was in Virginia's house, I was looking through her things and saw that she didn't have much jewelry, what she did have was rather plain and simple. I knew then that I wanted to give her something extraordinary, something from me that would mean something to her.
Per chance, I have happened to find a necklace with a diamond heart, from the heart, it branched into a half inch longer with each a small diamond at the end. I decided to get her earrings too, the same style of course, but this time it didn't branch into two, it just had one.
I felt satisfied with myself and proceeded back here to get ready for the party. I actually didn't plan on going but I had to because I was obligated to. The Head of Ministry would probably be holding the issue over my head for months if I didn't come. Of course, I didn't want to be bothered by such trifle things so I had no choice but to go.
But of course, it wouldn't be that bad if she were to come. I didn't think she had someone to go with and frankly, I thought she was going to be escorted either by her brother or Potter, but I was slightly surprised when I got to her house to discover that she wasn't with anyone.
I was a little nervous at first, I didn't know why. I didn't want to admit before that when I was with her at times I felt nervous for no reason at all. It wasn't like me and I didn't like it.
But she looked absolutely incredible. Her hair cascading down her back and her eyes brighter than ever in the night. She was wearing a crème colored dress that fit her, the sleeves were long and flared around her wrists. The dress was long and fit her just as if it were her own skin. It too flared at the bottom and made her seem to float when she walked.
When I saw her, I suddenly felt unworthy in her presence, which was ridiculous because a Malfoy was never unworthy of anything. But at that moment, I did, I felt small and timid when she smiled at me. I couldn't breathe when she touched me, I felt like suffocating, but not in the way danger suffocates you. I liked the way my heart skips a beat, I like the way my breath hitches in my throat…I love everything she does to me.
It frustrates me deeply that sometimes I don't have control over myself. But what can I do? She poisons my mind and intoxicates my soul. I don't think any man would be able to free themselves from her innocent play.
It seemed suddenly strange to think that she was somewhat like me. She was irresistible without even trying. I attract butterflies like a flower would…it was easy. But the way she attracts me was somewhat different, it was like she wasn't even trying to do so.
But back to the matter at hand…
Valerie Dainne Cloephyst…
I know I haven't seen her but she looked familiar…
I know I haven't heard her voice but her voice was familiar…
It was all too confusing.
And what was more confusing was the fact that she knew Virginia! This Valerie was also being escorted with Potter, which meant that she was working in the ministry.
If I'm not mistaken, I think Potter may have an interest with her. This might be good news…I would be free to have Virginia then without him having to meddle in my affairs. Though, I he and Valerie were actually together, I don't think Potter would come easy to the idea of Virginia and I…neither would her brother for that matter.
I was also about to tell Virginia my secret that I promised to tell her that night. I was ready but then Valerie came and so did the duo, so I had no time to confide in her. I promised her that I will and don't intend to break the promise. I just have to find a perfect time to tell when.
But then, why do I have this sense of dread washing over me?
Why do I keep thinking about that girl?
What is she to me?
I don't even know her!
If I do see Virginia again, would she bring that girl with her? I don't know if I want to see her again.
Do I?
All I know is that I want to be with Virginia soon…
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Ginny ran a brush through her hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror before her. Some hours have elapsed since the party and it was probably nearing midnight but she wasn't the least bit sleepy.
She kept thinking about how she found Draco and Valerie in the garden alone.
At that moment, she wasn't sure how she felt, she guessed that she was pretty flustered to see them together and until now, she was. Why should she be? Was it because Draco was with another woman and didn't notice her arrive? All he did was stare at Valerie as if she were some kind ghost.
It confused her and hurt her to see that Draco was so numb when she arrived on the scene. She wished she knew what was going on between them or at least what was going on inside his head, but she couldn't because she was no goddess.
He wasn't even able to tell her his secret! How long would she have to wait again to see him? When she does see him it would probably take some time again before he would tell her. Why did her life have to be so complicated.
Besides that, she couldn't help remember the way Valerie looked at her when she found them together. Her eyes were dark and she didn't know if she saw hate in them, but all of a sudden, she reverted back to her usually cheerful self.
It was frightening.
Never had she seen Valerie like that.
Well, after all, you haven't known her that much anyway. It was only a few days or weeks ago that you met her. You don't need to act like you know her as if she were your best friend.
The look in Valerie's eyes was almost possessive, as if she owned Draco.
Then again, most girls look at Draco in that way. Possessive, if not, hungry and desperate. Before, she thought anyone was crazy to look at him in that way…that was until she knew what type of person he really was.
But then did she really know him as much as she wanted to think?
Sometimes she found herself so pathetic that she wanted to slap herself silly. She was pathetic…when she saw him she couldn't help but stare so. Why? It was aggravating her that he had this effect on her.
Plus, what about Harry?
When the two came in, Valerie went back to Harry, just completely forgetting about Draco. What was that all about? She couldn't understand it. It was just all to confusing. It was like a movie that suddenly skipped scenes…anyone would be frustrated with that.
What else could she do? She couldn't exactly just confront Valerie and demand to know what was going on. It would just be too embarrassing and they would think she was crazy or something.
Yes, what about Harry?
Did she still feel the same way about him?
Was she fickle?
She didn't know, at least she was being honest with herself.
She liked both men but somehow the like was different with each man.
With Harry, she felt comfortable, as if she's known him all her life, which is somewhat true. She could fool around with him like she was his little sister. Before, she hated the fact that Harry looked at her like a sibling that he always had to protect…that was when she had a crush on him back in Hogwarts. Now, she liked the attention he gave her. She didn't mean to be selfish or anything, but ever since Cho died, Harry had acted differently around her, she liked the attention that he lavished upon her. But then, Draco came into her life.
She didn't plan on Draco all of a sudden bumping into her like that. Nor did she plan for him to involve himself deeply in her life.
Draco Malfoy, the most hated boy in school. How she hated him back then. Sure, she might have liked him a little, just before he started his reputation in Hogwarts by being the Player. She knew then that it could never happen…not that she was hoping or anything.
If she felt that she knew Harry for the rest of her life, it was the same with Draco, except that she hasn't been with him for a long time. But somehow she knew that there was something between them that she never had with Harry, something deeper. It was a connection they had. They still had to discover what that connection was, but as of now, they could wait. It was hard for her to discern the man. At times he was stoic and cool, then next he would be playful and warm, at times he was dangerous and unpredictable. She didn't know what to do with him, that's why she was scared of what might happen when she was with him. She didn't know if she trusted herself with him. Recalling the past few experiences with him, she didn't know how she escaped the moment before it got too serious. Was it that there were those interruptions?
She hated it that she wanted more of him and yet she wanted to push him away into the dark recessed of her mind to forget the way he looked at her, they was he said her name and they was he touched her. The want she felt wasn't the lewd thing that people often think about when they hear the term "wanting him" or "wanting her". The want that she felt, it was hard to describe. It didn't involve anything physically; it felt more like a deeper understanding, something more emotional. Not the mush or anything sappy, but the core of what they had. She wanted him for what was inside and what he knowledge he had to share with her. She didn't need the kisses and the hugs that was the last thing on her mind. She wanted someone who understood her and accepted her for all that she was.
* * *
He ricochet off the walls of the Realm, a blue fire burning with so much intensity that if one looks at it you'd be nearly blinded. No one was with him to tell him to lessen his shouts of frustration, not even his lover was there to console him.
Will you please be quiet! Apollo finally went in to scold the man. You are disrupting the balance of peace and harmony in the Realm. If you do not comply with the order, I will send you out. Any wise aleck remarks and I will suspend you from the Realm.
The blue fire gave one last kick before he collapsed to the floor, glaring at where he thought Apollo was. He was no in better control of his feelings but the intensity of his agitation shown brightly against the dark walls. He remained as a steady blue fire, seemingly to hot to touch.
Where is your Soulmate? Isn't she supposed to be here to console you in your time of need? Apollo asked him gently.
I don't know. Isn't it your job to know that? He snapped at the god. If she were here then I wouldn't be causing this much trouble then.
The god felt his anger rising inside of him and was about to suspend the impertinent man when a blazing amber fire came in. Thank goodness you finally arrived!
What's going on here? She demanded as she looked at her Soulmate and at Apollo.
I was about to suspend him for reckless behavior. Now that you're here, I might as well hand him back to you. Apollo said crisply and quickly disappeared into another section of the Realm.
So, She began as she approached her lover. What ails you? Does it have to do anything with the party?
His head remained bowed as he muttered under his breath. More or less.
She frowned. How could she help him if he insisted on acting like a spoiled brat? I can't help you if you don't tell me? Should I just leave you drowning in misery or would you want me to help you get out of it? She pursed her lips and tapped her foot like an impatient schoolteacher asking her student to answer a simple question that he couldn't answer.
He looked up at her and gave her an indignant once-over before straightening up.
She nodded with approval to see that he was finally acting his age, not like he was a while ago…bouncing off walls…and screaming his lungs out!
You really want to know? He whispered sorely.
She nodded with fading impatience.
That was her! That was Callysta Veridienne Hope! I don't know why my Reality is so stupid not to recognize her! Maybe I'm in denial? No, that can't be…! I thought she was dead! What has she been doing all this time? What was she doing in the party? How does she know Potter and your ungainly brother? Why-!
She gripped him by the shoulders, shook him and gave him a pinch that must have hurt ceaselessly to high heaven. Calm down! You'll never get anything done that way! Close your mouth for a moment and we can answer those questions of yours. She shook her head and let go of his shoulders.
He rubbed the tender part where she pinched him and glared at her evilly before growling and settling back down to the floor.
So that was her, hm? Well, she is rather pretty; I can see why you fell for her. Well, maybe it might be that your Reality is really in denial because of what she has done to you, all the pain is clouding the brain and soul so that it's hard to register or recall some memories. Plus, you never even bothered to search for her after the war, so of course you thought she was dead. As for what she has been doing all this time, we wont know because were not gods!
He fixedly looked at her upon hearing the last statement.
All I know is that she's posing as Valerie Dainne Cloephyst; she's training as an auror under Harry. I guess that answers the remaining questions. She said smugly.
He gave her another look, this time looking churlish. So, now that we both know what's going on, when do you think my Reality will realize everything? I wonder how would your Reality would react if my Reality told yours that Valerie is actually Callysta? We'd probably wind up over our heads in that kind of situation.
Well, what can we do? Knowing your Reality, you'd probably start the trouble first. You'd start sulking and acting strangely. When my Reality would try to comfort you, you'd just brush me away. You wouldn't even want to tell me. She said.
He glared at he for what felt like the nth time. Alright, alright! You don't need to hand it over my head! Will just have to connect more often so that we can straighten any problem that might arise when they do find out…
She slowly nodded her head. I guess…I just have a weird feeling about all of this. It doesn't seem right. I mean, her showing up all of a sudden and to be working in the ministry is not a possible coincidence. You did say that she became a Deatheater…so why is she reforming now? Isn't a Deatheater supposed to remain loyal to the pact?
I know. That's what discombobulating me too. Why become an auror? Its seems so ironic that a Deatheater would want to become its rival, an Auror. What's the point in that? It just doesn't make sense. He shook his head as he tugged at her arm to sit by him. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.
She didn't know what to say to that. She was just as every bit as confused as he was. What could she say? What could she do? All they could do now was wait…
* * *
A lone figure stared out at the sea of stars, gazing at the clouds drift by slowly. It would have been such a blissful moment…
…If only…
The wind picked up suddenly, as if it was in tune to the stranger's emotions, licking at the stranger's robes, pulling and twisting at the cloth. The wind blew at the clouds mercilessly, forcing them from their leisure pace and direction. They forced the tufts of gray to cover the moon, enshrouding the earth in black.
An evil grin tugged at the corners of the stranger's lips, growing into a menacing smile as the stranger started laughing maniacally, throwing it's head back as the clouds continued to move across the sky, blotting out the remains of light from the black abyss.
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Something wasn't right with the world.
Something malevolent was surging through the earth.
It wasn't far nor was it near.
None could tell what it planned.
All the inhabitants could do was wait…
Wait in fear for what it might bring upon their lives.
Who would stop the quiver of their hearts and incessant shaking of their bodies?
Something is starting…forming and planning…arising to claim the world as their own and to ravish the humans with evil and darkness so that they might all be one.
Are humans entirely evil or good?
Most believe that the human soul is like a seed, waiting to be nourished, a variety of necessities filling its roots and spreading through its being. These necessities can either be for good or for bad. Put the growing plant in harsh environments, it grows in darkness, feeding off from the hatred of others. Put it in care and it grows in light, absorbing the love from the like. But constantly transferred between both would cause dramatic results. That is why humans are a mix of the light and the dark. One can never tell what they really are.
It is the plan of this thing to unite all humans in darkness, that all may bloom in one element. Together they shall rule over all, converting others to their belief.
No one is born this way, one is influenced by a number of factors that cause them to be who they are…what they are…why they are…no one can is purely good or evil.
But they can change that…they can change all that.
Once their leader comes back with the one with immeasurable strength and the dam of hatred contained deep inside…then that's when they will set out and do their bidding.
To rise in the darkness and glory in it…that is their ultimate wish.
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What is it really that was causing him to writhe in pain?
* * *
What is it really that was causing her to doubt?
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What could they do to stop the endlessly tumult of unanswered questions and immortal suffering?
Yes, what could they do for they are just mere humans?
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