A/N: I own nothing you recognize. I have no Beta-reader, since Angel's Falling has seemingly vanished off the face of the Net.

Chapter 2

On the way to Hogwarts

Harry readjusted his robes as he sat down. He silently thanked whatever was out there for the cloudy day.

"Hey Harry."

Harry looked up with his green eyes at Ginny, who stood in the doorway, a silver pentacle on her chest like a badge of honor. Her eyes sparkled warmly. "It's great to see you, how was summer?"

Harry grinned to himself. "Nothing much. I gave Magus a recap last year and went to Japan for a little bit to meet some of Magus's friends."

"Socializing with your own kind, eh?" Ginny said with a smirk. "I've getting sword lessons from Lanval, and I met his mate. Her name is Silk, and she is quite nice if you don't painfully injure Lanval. By the way, I got six O.W.L.s."

"Not surprised on any." Harry said with a nod. "Lanval visited Magus during round 126 of our chess matches. I left for a little bit, ate, and went to bed."

"Hello, Miss Weasley."

Ginny looked at Draco and nodded coolly. "Ferret boy."

Draco's gray eyes narrowed. "You could just use 'Malfoy.' Or do I have to call you 'Weasel?'"

Ginny shrugged. "Okay then, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco nodded and sat down. "Have you have heard?"

Ginny looked out the window. "About the exchange student? Yeah. According to my sources, she's from America."

Draco sighed. "It seems your father is getting more and more into the loop. I found out that a certain vampire is-"

"Bisexual?" Ginny said briskly. "I know about Harry's sexual orientation. I've been his guinea pig a few times."

Harry smiled slightly. "Practice makes perfect."

"Ron will kill you if he finds out about that."

Draco, Harry, and Ginny looked at the person in the door. It was Hermonie.

"Hello, Hermonie. What's up?" Harry said with a slight smile.

"The sky. What is this about Ginny being your guinea pig?" the Head Girl said icily, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Oh nothing much. Just some stuff that I trusted the youngest Weasley with." Harry answered with a shrug. "No harm done."

Hermonie's eyebrows rose dangerously close to her hairline. "Right. So, how were the chess matches with Magus?"

"Round 126. Stalemate for 62 of them, 31 to 30 in my favor."

Draco gaped. "Why that many?"

Harry shrugged. "Nothing to do."

"Um, hi, Harry."

It was Ron. He had the prefect badge on his chest and looked very reluctant to talk.

"Hey, Ron." Harry said with a teeth-hiding smile. "Come on, I don't bite."

Draco snorted, getting an elbow from Ginny for his troubles.

"Sorry, Harry… for how I acted during last year." The redhead said softly.

Harry nodded. "Lanval's making you do this, right?" At his best friend's nod, Harry continued. "Ron, I can't forgive you because there's nothing to be angry about. You were just nervous about my vampirism. I'm okay with that. By the way," Harry's green eyes sparkled with an evil mischief; "Your mum said something about you remembering Ginny's real name…"

Ginny gave a patented Snape death glare to her older brother. "You dare, you die."

Ron gave a small equally evil grin. "I die, Lanval becomes upset, and Silk gets really mad, little Guinevere."

Hermonie looked at the fuming Ginny and said, "You know, it's rather fitting. The Queen of Camelot was said to be a redhead."

"Who royally fucked up the kingdom." Ginny retorted sulkily.

"Arthur's wife did not doom Camelot, Lady Ginny."

All in the compartment looked at the speaker. It was a young woman with silver hair like Christmas tinsel. Behind the mysterious beauty was-

Lanval, in gray medieval garb. His brown eyes were downcast. His face was calm, although it was apparent that the mention of Camelot made him pensive. He was armed with a sword sheathed at his side, the scabbard making the hilt of the elegant blade shine like moonlight.

"Hello, Silk. What do you mean by what you said?" Ron said with a nod.

"The Queen had one flaw so to speak, her love for Sir Lancelot du Lake, and we Veela believe that is not a flaw. It was a twist of fate that forced her to wed the king. It was the forces of magic and fate that ruined Camelot, not your ancestor." The veela said softly. "Do you want to sit down, Lanval?"

The knight nodded submissively. Silk knelt on the seat and the knight sat in front of her, his face quiet. Silk pressed against the knight's back, who blushed furiously. He relaxed completely, his eyes drifting shut.

"It's so strange," Silk said gently, "He is one of the boldest people I know, but whenever I am with him and I am not in danger, he is so passive. He likes it when I take control." Her fingers caressed a still glowing cheek of Lanval.

"Dominant veela, Silk?" Draco asked calmly with an air of deference.

Silk nodded. "Yes. It's an honor to see a Black Phoenix." She answered with the same air of deference.

Draco looked pained. "For some reason, I have not come into my full power. I can barely manifest the Corona, and other powers escape me even now." Draco's eyes were crestfallen and his head was bowed. His blond hair hid his face. "It's rather galling, to be one of the defenders of Avalon and be utterly unable to even protect myself. I am still a child compared to many Veela…"

Ron looked about and shut the door. "I think-" A knock interrupted.

Ron groaned and opened the door to a woman. "Um, Ron, is there any room in there?"

"Yes, Professor Kimera. Come sit." Ginny answered.

Professor Kimera sat down. "Thank you. What years are you guys, again? Summer fried my brain."

Lanval answered softly. "Hm. Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermonie are all seventh year students, Ginny is a sixth and Silk and I are not students. I am a protector of Ron, and Silk is my Mate."

The professor nodded. "So," she looked up completely at Silk, staring at her with golden eyes, "You're an Avalon veela, right?"

Silk's eyes widened. "How did you know?"

Kimera grinned. "There's a design on veela born on the Isle of Apples, that appears on their wrists. It shows vines with apples and roses, if I remember correctly." The professor smiled. "Forgive me, my name is Harmony Kimera. I teach Defense at Hogwarts." She pulled back her mousy brown hair with a dark purple hairtie, to reveal a small patch of stone right below and behind each of her ears.

"Miss Kimera?"

"Yes, good sir knight?" the DADA professor said. She removed the hairtie, hiding the stony skin.

"What is with that patch of skin?" Lanval tapped the location on his own neck.

"I've had it since I can remember." The professor's voice indicated that this topic would be spoken no more.

"Sheesh, you are touchy!" Ron said, shutting up at another death glare.

"Mr. Weasley, hold your tongue at Hogwarts- no, not like that!"

Ron, Draco, Harry, and Lanval all stuck their tongues out and pinched them with a grin.

Five seconds later, all of the women showed off the Royal Bitch Slap of Doom.

"Owie…" Ron whimpered as he rubbed his head. "Hermonie, we have a meeting…" Hermonie gulped and dragged the redheaded boy to the front of the train.

Draco and Harry both massaged the backs of their heads, sniffling and sniveling with pain from Professor Kimera's slap strengthened by her uncanny strength.

Lanval's lower lip began to quiver, and he sniffled. Silk shot him a softened glare for a second and then looked guilty. Silk then kissed the spot where she hit him and then moved his mouth with a sigh of apology.

Lanval moaned and slid a hand into Silk's long silvery hair as she continued to conquer his mouth.

"Milady…" Lanval's hand slid down to her breast while their tongues quietly dueled.

Professor Kimera broke the tension. "Would you two be so kind as to leave this compartment? I have never had or wanted sex, and I would like to remain that way."

Draco, Harry, and Ginny all protested, but the Professor was adamant.

Lanval smiled. "Okay." With that, the two vanished like mist.

"With those two around," Ginny said, "Hogwarts is going to be different."

Oh, indeed Hogwarts School would be different, and not just because Peeves, Dumbledore, and Dobby successfully choreographed half of the house elves doing a chorus line during the opening feast.