Line: Harry Potter
Title: "Mysral Order"
Author: Cryla Moorin
Notes: Petunia = Permissiana Tuliage Nianndre
Chapter 1: Nia's Past
A silent motorcycle made it's way up Pivot Drive, halting before Number 4, The Dursleys. The rider looked around scanning for occupants and unwanted guests. Finding none, the rider switched off the engine, and made for the house's door. Wiping some dust off its black leather gloves with its black bandana. The figure without removing its helmet, knocked three times.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door opened to reveal a big, hulking brute of a man.Vernon Dursley. "Well?!" His voice was meant to intimidate the leather-clad visitor.
Unfortunately, no such luck for Vernon, the rider pulled out a slim diamond wand, encrusted with various jewels. "Move."
The Bully's eyes widened and he beat a hasty retreat, yelling for his misnomer of a wife, Petunia. The thin stick of a woman wearing an apron came into the room; her portly son looked on with great interest as he stuffed his already full mouth with even more food. The mysterious person, who was obviously a hot babe, by the way her body was caressed by the soft leather, handed a letter to Vernon. Then she merely stood there, waiting.
Petunia swallowed convulsively and inched behind her husband.
"To those of Pivot Drive, number 4:
When you read this, my messenger shall wait to see that my instructions are carried out to the letter. 'No, funny business, Vernon.' My cousin, Harry, is the topic of this summons. I am Lady Katherine De Lindsay, Duchess of FiresFlame. I have returned from an extended trip abroad to find that my instructions to both ministries, Muggle and Magick, have not been implemented. I am disappointed. My instructions are quite simple: 1. All of Harry's belongings left in this house are to go with my messenger, 2. All of his money is to be returned, Petunia, 3. That pig of a Muggle boy, you call a son, will cease porking out all the time and he will stop ogling my messenger. Once all of my instructions have been accomplished, my messenger will leave and Harry will never darken your doorstep, again.
Sincerely,
Lady Katherine
"But according to the Headmaster at." Petunia began uncertainly.
The messenger drew the helmet off. "Trust me, I can protect my own heir, Petunia Evans, or have you forgotten Lily's vow?"
Vernon and Dudley watched in horror as their familial female fell on formal bending knee. Her words were even more astounding. "No, my Lady General of the Darkness. I am deeply sorry that we did not receive your instructions the first time. I beg your merciful pardon, my Lady." She bowed her head. Her right hand placed over her heart.
Vernon recovered from his latest shock and went purple. "Petunia, she is one of them! What has gotten into you? Get off the floor!" He screamed.
When Petunia only ignored him, veins popped out on his forehead. He, then in such a fit of enraged anger, moved to strike his wife.
The Lady simply looked at him, not only did his arm stop it's decent; he also stopped breathing. "I can make her a very wealthy widow."
Dudley stared, astounded. Then his fat face broke out in a huge grin. His father wasn't going to hit his mother, ever again.
Turning her attention to the boy, before she commented softly. "You don't like your father much, do you?"
The young man laid a 15-year-old hand on his mother's shoulder. "No, ma'am. I don't." He felt the need to explain himself, to her, his cousin. "Since Harry left, my sire," He continued after casting a disgusted glance towards the elder male, "has been beating my mother."
The Lady simply nodded, before conjuring a cell phone. "Will. Transfer all Dursley's accounts, including those overseas into his wife's name." She vanished the phone. "I see that you haven't mentioned the constant torture he's put you through, as well. Why?"
"I hurt Harry." He remarked, as though it explained everything.
Indeed, it did. "Nia, I will leave some books with you and your son. He is to learn our ways. Especially, those that come from you."
Petunia looked up sharply at the usage of her old nickname. A smile, a real one that made her sharp and pursed features soften, spread across her face and lit her lovely eyes with life. She closely resembled her sister, now younger and Fairy-like. "Oh, thank you, my Lady." Her voice choked on the emotion that burst from her heart. A thought occurred to her, looking down at her fallen and quite scared 'ball and chain'. "But, what of my husband?"
The Lady's gaze only held apathy. "He broke his vows, and will meet justice." Pointing out the jeweled wand again, she pointed it at the monster before her. "I place you in confinement of the emerald."
Dursley's body started shrinking and taking on a green cast. Soon, only a small emerald remained. Nia gathered together Harry's meager possessions, for her Lady and received two long slim packages, in return. As the Lady departed, Nia opened the one labeled for her. Staring at the contents, her heart burst with happiness. Inside, the box on a velvet bed, laid her wand, nine and a quarter inches, silver, ornate with a core of pink Sapphire.
Title: "Mysral Order"
Author: Cryla Moorin
Notes: Petunia = Permissiana Tuliage Nianndre
Chapter 1: Nia's Past
A silent motorcycle made it's way up Pivot Drive, halting before Number 4, The Dursleys. The rider looked around scanning for occupants and unwanted guests. Finding none, the rider switched off the engine, and made for the house's door. Wiping some dust off its black leather gloves with its black bandana. The figure without removing its helmet, knocked three times.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door opened to reveal a big, hulking brute of a man.Vernon Dursley. "Well?!" His voice was meant to intimidate the leather-clad visitor.
Unfortunately, no such luck for Vernon, the rider pulled out a slim diamond wand, encrusted with various jewels. "Move."
The Bully's eyes widened and he beat a hasty retreat, yelling for his misnomer of a wife, Petunia. The thin stick of a woman wearing an apron came into the room; her portly son looked on with great interest as he stuffed his already full mouth with even more food. The mysterious person, who was obviously a hot babe, by the way her body was caressed by the soft leather, handed a letter to Vernon. Then she merely stood there, waiting.
Petunia swallowed convulsively and inched behind her husband.
"To those of Pivot Drive, number 4:
When you read this, my messenger shall wait to see that my instructions are carried out to the letter. 'No, funny business, Vernon.' My cousin, Harry, is the topic of this summons. I am Lady Katherine De Lindsay, Duchess of FiresFlame. I have returned from an extended trip abroad to find that my instructions to both ministries, Muggle and Magick, have not been implemented. I am disappointed. My instructions are quite simple: 1. All of Harry's belongings left in this house are to go with my messenger, 2. All of his money is to be returned, Petunia, 3. That pig of a Muggle boy, you call a son, will cease porking out all the time and he will stop ogling my messenger. Once all of my instructions have been accomplished, my messenger will leave and Harry will never darken your doorstep, again.
Sincerely,
Lady Katherine
"But according to the Headmaster at." Petunia began uncertainly.
The messenger drew the helmet off. "Trust me, I can protect my own heir, Petunia Evans, or have you forgotten Lily's vow?"
Vernon and Dudley watched in horror as their familial female fell on formal bending knee. Her words were even more astounding. "No, my Lady General of the Darkness. I am deeply sorry that we did not receive your instructions the first time. I beg your merciful pardon, my Lady." She bowed her head. Her right hand placed over her heart.
Vernon recovered from his latest shock and went purple. "Petunia, she is one of them! What has gotten into you? Get off the floor!" He screamed.
When Petunia only ignored him, veins popped out on his forehead. He, then in such a fit of enraged anger, moved to strike his wife.
The Lady simply looked at him, not only did his arm stop it's decent; he also stopped breathing. "I can make her a very wealthy widow."
Dudley stared, astounded. Then his fat face broke out in a huge grin. His father wasn't going to hit his mother, ever again.
Turning her attention to the boy, before she commented softly. "You don't like your father much, do you?"
The young man laid a 15-year-old hand on his mother's shoulder. "No, ma'am. I don't." He felt the need to explain himself, to her, his cousin. "Since Harry left, my sire," He continued after casting a disgusted glance towards the elder male, "has been beating my mother."
The Lady simply nodded, before conjuring a cell phone. "Will. Transfer all Dursley's accounts, including those overseas into his wife's name." She vanished the phone. "I see that you haven't mentioned the constant torture he's put you through, as well. Why?"
"I hurt Harry." He remarked, as though it explained everything.
Indeed, it did. "Nia, I will leave some books with you and your son. He is to learn our ways. Especially, those that come from you."
Petunia looked up sharply at the usage of her old nickname. A smile, a real one that made her sharp and pursed features soften, spread across her face and lit her lovely eyes with life. She closely resembled her sister, now younger and Fairy-like. "Oh, thank you, my Lady." Her voice choked on the emotion that burst from her heart. A thought occurred to her, looking down at her fallen and quite scared 'ball and chain'. "But, what of my husband?"
The Lady's gaze only held apathy. "He broke his vows, and will meet justice." Pointing out the jeweled wand again, she pointed it at the monster before her. "I place you in confinement of the emerald."
Dursley's body started shrinking and taking on a green cast. Soon, only a small emerald remained. Nia gathered together Harry's meager possessions, for her Lady and received two long slim packages, in return. As the Lady departed, Nia opened the one labeled for her. Staring at the contents, her heart burst with happiness. Inside, the box on a velvet bed, laid her wand, nine and a quarter inches, silver, ornate with a core of pink Sapphire.