Magical Mysticism

Chapter 14

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Harry Potter was troubled. The night-terrors he had experienced during Voldemort's rule were nothing compared to these. In these past anguish filled nights, he had heard the voice of Ginny Weasley, his one-time friend.

She was plotting something, he could tell. She was being devious, planning something against him.

He had received an owl from Dumbledore, answering his questions about whether or not Voldemort still had a connection with him, from beyond the grave. The answer was short, and not very helpful. Harry found himself troubled over the letter, rather than feel reassured by it.

Ron and Hermione were of not much help, either. They were too busy, trying to figure out what had happened to the sweet Ginny that they had known. Personally, Harry thought this was stupid. Who cares why Ginny had gone evil, as long as she had.

She was dead for him, no longer the sister of his best friend, but his arch-enemy. He knew what she could do. Her reflexes were astronomically fast, her aim deadly, her power strong.

'Is this what you've accomplished, by leaving us, Ginny? Power, command, attention. Everything you never had while a Weasley.' Harry mused during the still and calm of one night, unwilling to subject himself to her voice that he would hear.

But how could he hear her? What connection did he have with her? It hadn't been Ginny Weasley whom had killed his parents, then turned her wand on him. It hadn't been her whom he had conquered. Why did the connection linger? And, would she become aware of it?

Not the least of his problems, the connection with Voldemort was apparently still there, too. Why both of them? Was it because she was his heir? If that were true, then why wasn't the voice of Malfoy lingering in his head, too?

He brought himself another glass of the anti-sleep potion that Molly Weasley had bought for him. He was determined not to give Ginny Weasley any further way of dealing into his mind.

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Remeus Lupin stood in the shadows of the trees. It was the night before a full moon, and the silver orb that hung in the sky taunted him with its power. He stood, looking back upon his life as he found himself penniless, cold, tired, destitute.

Another job, gone. He had been wandering around for years, no one would accept him due to his monthly affliction.

'It had all started with that bite', he thought. That was when his troubles really began. His parents, not wealthy as it was, determined to find a cure for his "problem" as they called it. Every month, another attempt, and another failure. Slowly, the wolf had become a part of him.

And he hated it. Hated the monster that robbed him of his life, his chance of happiness. His usual meek and mild countenance was gone as a sneer crossed his face, as he savagely thought back to those whom had caused him his fortune.

The wolf who bit him, of course. Although, he couldn't really blame him now, after feeling the longing and lust for human skin, a barrier to break.

His parents. Never once did they accept him, always referring to him as a monster whom had taken over their precious child. Not even now could they talk to him. His mother had once told him to leave, that he was no longer welcome at his home.

Severus Snape. If it hadn't been for Snivellus, he would still be teaching at Hogwarts, where he had food, the Wolfsbane Potion, daresay a friend. With Harry Potter, reminding him so much of James, it had been like being at Hogwarts again.

Snape was a spy for Dumbledore. Remeus wasn't stupid, he knew that Voldemort was gone, possibly for good this time. However, he also knew of the two new rulers, and he knew that Snape was still in the Inner circle of Draco and Virginia's. After all, not all the pranks he had pulled had been completely juvenile, and Remeus still remembered the good ones. Secret, spying charms, invented by James and Lily, both exceptionally bright at school.

He would have to get revenge. Snape deserved what he would be getting. And what better way to deal the punishment to him, than by a surprise? A very dark and evil surprise. Remeus made up his mind, then, apparating to Knockturn Alley, went about fulfilling his plan.

Silently he crept down the cobblestone path. So what if it was dead of night, that was when most of these people came to life, anyway.

A second thought crept into his mind. After all, Remeus was never the type to do anything drastic, and now that this plan was placed in his mind, he began to doubt it very much.

A dog bark snapped him to reality. The dog was crying out, probably in lonesomeness, or in pain. A dog. What he had been branded, one of their kind. It was all the resolution he needed to go on with his idea.

He crept into a pub, pulling his hood over his eyes and face. There, he wandered to the bar, with the air of someone searching for something. It got the bartenders attention.

"What exactly can I do for you tonight," the bartender said, revealing several broken and lost teeth as he spoke.

"I'm looking for a way to get revenge. Someone with power, who can bring justice to the… disadvantaged." This all was muttered in a deep, throaty whisper.

The bartended looked around, then at Remeus. He seemed to be judging his honesty.

"I think I can arrange a meeting with someone who can help you."

Then, grabbing his arm as if in pain, he motioned for Remeus to go into the back room. A swift look aside at the seedy bar that was filled with smoke and grime, and the bartender followed.

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Draco stood at the entrance to the Riddle House, his Death Eater robes sooty and travel-stained. He cursed the (rightful) paranoia of his followers, that caused him to travel to their houses by horse, and not Apparation, lest he be splinched by the wards.

His hair was mused, lightly dampened by the mist that hung in the air, fog that never seemed to leave. He rather enjoyed the silence and feeling of heaviness that it gave the air.

Draco Malfoy was home, at last, bringing good news, too. Over one hundred new Death Eaters had joined, making the total over one thousands souls from around the country. And this was in just a few weeks of traveling.

His foreign count was greater, by far. He had tremendous support from Bulgaria, plus nearly the entire school and faculty of Durmstrang. Thanks to Karkaroff, there were many future young Death Eaters being trained, even as he sit there.

The Dark Ruler called for a house elf to stable his death-black horse, as he undid the wards to the Riddle House. One step over the border, he redid them, a complex series of spells that must be done perfectly. It was harder than normal spells. After all, only Death Eaters could Apparate here, and a new ward prevented Portkeys.

He walked up to the house, which stood ominous and formidable, nearly indistinguishable from the black sky. The enchanted stone gargoyles, which were also guardians, watched him as he wandered past, their stone eyes leaving his figure only when he entered the house safely.

Draco stood in the Hall, marveling at how great it was to be back. He needed to find Virginia, and talk to her of many things. Tomorrow he would need to leave again, this time to capture Severus, and torture him until he revealed that he was truthfully working for the Light, and Dumbledore.

He did not have to wait long. He turned to go up the Grand Staircase, and there, at the top, she was waiting for him, her black silk nightgown clung to her skin, fiery red hair crowning her perfect face.

She walked with grace down the stairs, hips swaying, leaving Draco's imagination to the tasks at which it was greatest. He took her in her arms, and they shared a powerful kiss, reminiscent of the power and lust that they shared.

Together, without speaking, they went to the bedroom, and in the soft candle-light, they renewed their love.

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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was hunched over a piece of parchment, carefully examining the words by the glow of the lanterns that filled his office.

Fawkes sat, sleeping on his perch, his plume of feathers a magnificent array of colors. All the portraits on the walls lay snoring, Dumbledore was the only one of the things in the room awake.

He was truly disturbed. Harry's letter had worried him in way he had not felt since the night Voldemort was destroyed. Or supposedly destroyed. Of course, the power of the Dark side remained, but he was not terribly concerned about it. After all, Ginny Weasley was not evil. She was just probably doing this for some sort of rebellion against her family's values. Likewise, Draco Malfoy was doing this to earn his father's approval, something that he strived for.

But, if Voldemort was not truly gone…. That changed everything. Instead of two, incompetent teen-agers, they would have the greatest ruler since Salazar Slytherin himself, one that was able even to cheat Death.

He placed Snape on spying duties. Dumbledore did not think that Malfoy especially knew that he was not trustworthy. Snape, as a former Death Eater, and Head of Malfoy's House, would be sure to be trusted. Dumbledore quickly reviewed his ideas, rereading Harry's letter for the last time, and, confidant that he knew what he was doing, retired.

Soon, he joined all the objects in his office in a deep slumber.

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The next morning brought a cloudy sky, and wet, fat raindrops hitting the ground. Draco awoke to a thunderstorm, his favorite type of weather. He looked in the bed besides him, to find Virginia missing. She was probably already up.

He stretched, got out of bed. Quickly showering and dressing, Draco wandered into the formal dining area, where he found Virginia, whom had also showered and been attired, already being served by the numerous House-elves.

He sat across the table from her, and when breakfast was over, the two went to the study to review all that had happened in their separation. Draco explained about how he wanted to torture Severus, to get him to reveal Dumbledore's thinking, and he found Virginia willingly agreeing.

It was during her tale of the peace treaties were they interrupted. A small House-elf by the name of Milly came into the room, announcing that Jenkins, an informant and Death Eater, had important business with his Lord and Lady.

A quick look between the two, and Draco told the elf to bring the man into the reception room. The pitiful creature scurried off, wringing its hands on its black toga, as Draco and Virginia disapparated and apparated into their thrones of the reception room.

Precisely three minutes later, they were joined by Jenkins, a heavyset wizard, who was able to find out a lot of things for his Rulers, being a bartender in Knockturn Alley. He was greeted with warmth by the two, and then he began to tell his story.

"It was last night, your Majesties," Jenkins began, twisting nervously as he began to speak. "The bar was pretty crowded, and it was gett'n dark, when this strange feller approached me, told me he wanted revenge. I took 'im to the back, and we talked a bit, this n'that. He wanted someone powerful to 'elp him, so I figured, I'd bring 'im to you."

Draco nodded thoughtfully. "And what would this man's name be, pray tell."

Jenkins nodded, "Lupin, I think 'e said. A werewolf, 'e told me. Wanted to get back at those who caused him sufferin."

Virginia looked rather shocked as she bent her head towards Draco's. "Professor Lupin"? She asked, rather incredulously.

"Send him in, and thank you, Jenkins. It's always a pleasure to talk to a true follower." Draco rose towards the man, and the humble bartender nodded back, courteously.

"Anythin' for My Lord and Lady," and with that, he was gone.

A second later, Milly escorted a hooded man into the room. As he stood before the jeweled thrones of Draco and Virginia, he took off his hood, and sank to the floor.

"Ginny Weasley?" he questioned. "I mean, I'd heard the rumors, but I didn't believe them, not at all."

Like a cat, Virginia pounced. She was down upon the bedraggled man in an instant, his fear of her obvious power causing him to shrink back against the floor.

"Ginny Weasley is dead." Virginia purred, a faint smirk bleakly noticeable on her lips. "Do not speak of her to me again, Professor."

The last line was spoken with contempt, and humor. Unable to speak, Lupin nodded, overwhelmed by the presence in front of him.

"Now, we were told you needed help with revenge," Virginia spoke softly as she took her seat next to Draco. "Tell us your story, and we shall decide whether or not we can and will help you."

Stumbling to his feet, Remeus bowed low. "It began in my Hogwarts days, as you might know. I was friends with James Potter and Sirius Black. However, we did have an enemy, whom I hated with a passion…"

Yeah, I know. It's kinda short. Oh well. Hopefully I'll get another chapter out soon, until then let me know what you think.

~Leuca