DISCLAIMER: once again, Harry Potter does NOT belong to me. He and all of
the characters in HP land belong to the illustrious Ms. Rowling. Cough
*damn* cough. I only, humbly, borrow some of her characters, throw them
into new situations with new people and have a generally kick ass time with
them *gins*. However (tries to look serious and pompous) I DO own whatever
unrecognizable characters in there, namely Nova, Niall, Astrid, Tarquin and
God knows who else.
AUTHOR: l88er-az a.k.a. Aida or "the Master"
RATING: for the mo, it is PG-13, ladies and gents, so those under that age, please close your eyes, blush and turn away. :P
IN LAST CHAPTER: our heroine was just all disbelieving when she looks at what seems to be Draco Malfoy's kids. She remembers how it was that she had gotten there. Last paragraph: "Nova was so lost in her memories that she had not noticed that the moon had darkened imperceptibly, that the clouds had rolled in, dark and menacing. She had just had enough time to look up, once, a scream caught in her throat as the world spun out of proportion. Then all was dark...."
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God, her head hurt. She felt like she'd just been hit by a truck. The ground beneath her was hard with frost and she was shivering. She couldn't feel her fingers, oh bad. She must've fallen asleep when she'd gone out. Bad idea, especially in the throes of English winter. She tried to sit up, but found that she had no strength. Well, that's never stopped her before. With a determined gleam in her eye, she began to push herself up, grunting in pain. When she was sitting up, she surveyed her surroundings. How odd, it wasn't anything like the grounds of the estate. For one thing, it was too small. There was a lake there, of course, but everything else was all wrong. Hey, wait a minute.she narrowed her eyes. This place was familiar. Eerily so. She tried to stand up, but her knees buckled at the pressure and she fell to the ground with a cry. Suddenly, she saw a light up ahead.
"H.help!" she said, her voice no more than a hoarse croak. Dammit. She cleared her throat and tried again. This time, it was louder. The light stopped moving. Good, they knew she was here. Now, would they help? She hoped so, her legs were beginning to turn numb and she was shivering in the cold. Her lips had probably gone blue. Her translucent skin nearly was. Then, a voice called out:
"Who's that?"
It was male, she notice. Male and wary. Bad times had gone by. Why was he wary? She made herself answer, though, because she needed the help.
"Nova. Nova de Mornay. P.please. I'm freezing and I think I'm hurt." Her voice was chattering and she couldn't stop herself from shaking. She waited the answer with baited breath. Then:
"Hold on! We're coming to get you!"
This time, it was a woman's voice. As quietly commanding as his was harshly threatening. The light moved closer and closer until she could make out two dark figures, wands out. Right. Wand. She checked her pockets. Nope. Dammit. They were coming closer and she could now see them. Both tall and slender. One (the girl) had silvery blonde hair, the other was dark. They were both wrapped up in fur lined black cloaks. There was something familiar about the cloaks, though. She squinted and then blinked. Hogwarts robes. She made out two ties in silver and green. Slytherins. Funny, she'd never seen them before and she made it a point to know every one and anyone who would be a threat or otherwise. She couldn't place those two. One thing was obvious, though. They were related. And they were good looking.
Finally, they reached the place she had woken up to. The man looked down at her from his Grecian nose, but the girl kneeled down and casted a warming charm on her. She felt herself sigh as the spell thawed out her bones and warmed her blood back into liquid. She flexed her fingers as she felt the feeling return to them. She sent the girl a smile. And froze. The girl had silver eyes. Silver eyes she'd seen once before. On one man.
"There. That'll no doubt make you feel much better. Now, can you sit up?" the girl asked in a brisk tone. Nova did as she was told automatically, her mind whirling as she tried to come to terms with what she'd discovered. But a sharp pain in her ankle brought her to the present, though. She cried out as she fell towards the young man. With lightning quick reflexes, he caught her before she fell. Nova found herself in the mortifying situation of being in the cool young man's arms. And she liked it. But, seemingly to dispel whatever romantic thoughts she entertained, he set her down on the ground. The girl frowned.
"Careful, Tarquin. We don't know what else is wrong with her," she chastised gently. The young man, Tarquin, merely shrugged and leaned against the trunk of a tree as the girl inspected her for anything more serious than a sprained ankle. Apart from a splitting migraine, it seemed that she was fine. She was just sort of achy all over and seemed to have the strength zapped out of her. The girl frowned as she found a ring of bruises on Nova's throat. A ring of bruises that resembled finger prints. The girl had been attacked.
"Do you remember what happened?" she asked Nova. Nova shrugged, but winced as the gesture uncovered an ugly bruise on her shoulder as well. The girl's frown deepened. She raised her wand and, muttering a charm, went over Nova's form like a muggle security man checking a person for anything that made a bleepy noise in an airport. "Bruised ribs, sprained ankle, fractured wrist, and bruises all over the body. Otherwise, you're fine. We'll have to take you to the infirmary, though," she decided.
"I.I'm sorry. But who are you?" Nova asked in confusion. The girl and the dark haired man exchanged looks. She turned to Nova.
"You don't know who we are?"
Nova shook her head. "I've never seen you before. And I've been to Hogwarts for 2 years."
"2 years? That can't be true. Tarquin and I have been here since 1st year," the girl said. Nova shook her head stubbornly.
"Impossible. I'd have known you. You have to be, what, in 5th year by now? And you in sixth, at least?" she turned towards the young man. Both nodded. She looked satisfied. "So you see, I'd have known you. I mean, I know everyone. I make it my job to. And I don't know you."
"Well, we don't know who you are, either," the young man said, lazily. She shot a look at him, full of surprise and disbelief. Not to be full of herself or anything, but everyone knew who she was. The Indefinables were legends. They had to be blind, deaf and dense not to know who she was. Especially after the public showdown she and Hermione had.
"You don't?"
"No. You don't look at all familiar. I've never heard of anyone called Nova before and I make it MY job to know everyone," he countered. Nova shook her head. Then looked at him.
"I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it. I.I don't know what to think anymore. Please," she looked pleadingly at them. "Can I at least know your names?"
The two siblings looked at each other for awhile. Then looked to Nova, then back again. The girl nodded slowly. Yes, they would tell her.
"I am Astrid Malfoy. This is my brother, Tarquin. We're Draco Malfoy's children."
For a second time that day, she felt the world tilt. And all was dark once more.
Tbc.
Well, that was the next installment of my new story. What do you think?
AUTHOR: l88er-az a.k.a. Aida or "the Master"
RATING: for the mo, it is PG-13, ladies and gents, so those under that age, please close your eyes, blush and turn away. :P
IN LAST CHAPTER: our heroine was just all disbelieving when she looks at what seems to be Draco Malfoy's kids. She remembers how it was that she had gotten there. Last paragraph: "Nova was so lost in her memories that she had not noticed that the moon had darkened imperceptibly, that the clouds had rolled in, dark and menacing. She had just had enough time to look up, once, a scream caught in her throat as the world spun out of proportion. Then all was dark...."
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God, her head hurt. She felt like she'd just been hit by a truck. The ground beneath her was hard with frost and she was shivering. She couldn't feel her fingers, oh bad. She must've fallen asleep when she'd gone out. Bad idea, especially in the throes of English winter. She tried to sit up, but found that she had no strength. Well, that's never stopped her before. With a determined gleam in her eye, she began to push herself up, grunting in pain. When she was sitting up, she surveyed her surroundings. How odd, it wasn't anything like the grounds of the estate. For one thing, it was too small. There was a lake there, of course, but everything else was all wrong. Hey, wait a minute.she narrowed her eyes. This place was familiar. Eerily so. She tried to stand up, but her knees buckled at the pressure and she fell to the ground with a cry. Suddenly, she saw a light up ahead.
"H.help!" she said, her voice no more than a hoarse croak. Dammit. She cleared her throat and tried again. This time, it was louder. The light stopped moving. Good, they knew she was here. Now, would they help? She hoped so, her legs were beginning to turn numb and she was shivering in the cold. Her lips had probably gone blue. Her translucent skin nearly was. Then, a voice called out:
"Who's that?"
It was male, she notice. Male and wary. Bad times had gone by. Why was he wary? She made herself answer, though, because she needed the help.
"Nova. Nova de Mornay. P.please. I'm freezing and I think I'm hurt." Her voice was chattering and she couldn't stop herself from shaking. She waited the answer with baited breath. Then:
"Hold on! We're coming to get you!"
This time, it was a woman's voice. As quietly commanding as his was harshly threatening. The light moved closer and closer until she could make out two dark figures, wands out. Right. Wand. She checked her pockets. Nope. Dammit. They were coming closer and she could now see them. Both tall and slender. One (the girl) had silvery blonde hair, the other was dark. They were both wrapped up in fur lined black cloaks. There was something familiar about the cloaks, though. She squinted and then blinked. Hogwarts robes. She made out two ties in silver and green. Slytherins. Funny, she'd never seen them before and she made it a point to know every one and anyone who would be a threat or otherwise. She couldn't place those two. One thing was obvious, though. They were related. And they were good looking.
Finally, they reached the place she had woken up to. The man looked down at her from his Grecian nose, but the girl kneeled down and casted a warming charm on her. She felt herself sigh as the spell thawed out her bones and warmed her blood back into liquid. She flexed her fingers as she felt the feeling return to them. She sent the girl a smile. And froze. The girl had silver eyes. Silver eyes she'd seen once before. On one man.
"There. That'll no doubt make you feel much better. Now, can you sit up?" the girl asked in a brisk tone. Nova did as she was told automatically, her mind whirling as she tried to come to terms with what she'd discovered. But a sharp pain in her ankle brought her to the present, though. She cried out as she fell towards the young man. With lightning quick reflexes, he caught her before she fell. Nova found herself in the mortifying situation of being in the cool young man's arms. And she liked it. But, seemingly to dispel whatever romantic thoughts she entertained, he set her down on the ground. The girl frowned.
"Careful, Tarquin. We don't know what else is wrong with her," she chastised gently. The young man, Tarquin, merely shrugged and leaned against the trunk of a tree as the girl inspected her for anything more serious than a sprained ankle. Apart from a splitting migraine, it seemed that she was fine. She was just sort of achy all over and seemed to have the strength zapped out of her. The girl frowned as she found a ring of bruises on Nova's throat. A ring of bruises that resembled finger prints. The girl had been attacked.
"Do you remember what happened?" she asked Nova. Nova shrugged, but winced as the gesture uncovered an ugly bruise on her shoulder as well. The girl's frown deepened. She raised her wand and, muttering a charm, went over Nova's form like a muggle security man checking a person for anything that made a bleepy noise in an airport. "Bruised ribs, sprained ankle, fractured wrist, and bruises all over the body. Otherwise, you're fine. We'll have to take you to the infirmary, though," she decided.
"I.I'm sorry. But who are you?" Nova asked in confusion. The girl and the dark haired man exchanged looks. She turned to Nova.
"You don't know who we are?"
Nova shook her head. "I've never seen you before. And I've been to Hogwarts for 2 years."
"2 years? That can't be true. Tarquin and I have been here since 1st year," the girl said. Nova shook her head stubbornly.
"Impossible. I'd have known you. You have to be, what, in 5th year by now? And you in sixth, at least?" she turned towards the young man. Both nodded. She looked satisfied. "So you see, I'd have known you. I mean, I know everyone. I make it my job to. And I don't know you."
"Well, we don't know who you are, either," the young man said, lazily. She shot a look at him, full of surprise and disbelief. Not to be full of herself or anything, but everyone knew who she was. The Indefinables were legends. They had to be blind, deaf and dense not to know who she was. Especially after the public showdown she and Hermione had.
"You don't?"
"No. You don't look at all familiar. I've never heard of anyone called Nova before and I make it MY job to know everyone," he countered. Nova shook her head. Then looked at him.
"I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it. I.I don't know what to think anymore. Please," she looked pleadingly at them. "Can I at least know your names?"
The two siblings looked at each other for awhile. Then looked to Nova, then back again. The girl nodded slowly. Yes, they would tell her.
"I am Astrid Malfoy. This is my brother, Tarquin. We're Draco Malfoy's children."
For a second time that day, she felt the world tilt. And all was dark once more.
Tbc.
Well, that was the next installment of my new story. What do you think?
