Disclaimer: Harry Potter and company do not belong to moi. They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling and her divine intelligence. Albeit, the plot does belong to moi. Am I saying 'moi' too much? Cunno (sorry)
A/N: Look for 'Child of Necromancy, Spawn of Dementor' oki!
CHAPTER TWO: DUELS OF RAIN
I stare out at the rain that is pouring down over the grounds of Hogwarts. I had to come to this empty classroom to see it though. There aren't any windows in the dungeons.
The door burst open.
"Wyndi! There you are!" exclaims a now very well-known voice to me.
"Hello Blaise." I say without turning.
"You won't believe this, Gwynesine, but they're opening the Dueling Club again!"
"Wonderful." I say tonelessly as I continue to stare out the window at the pouring rain. Please, Blaise, just go away.
"Gwynesine?" Blaise asks questioningly. I mentally urge her to leave me alone.
"What's the matter, Gwyn?"
It's already October, and these kids still have yet to realize that I want to be left alone when it rains.
I hear Blaise walk up to me then stop.
"Wyndi, why do you get like this everytime it rains?"
I sigh.
"Because it remeinds me of my father. It reminds me of that day." I say simply.
A short pause.
"Oh." is all she says. I hear her footsteps slowly walk away. Right before she closes the door, though, she says, "You should join the Dueling Club. You'd use their butts as floor wipes."
The door closes, and I am left alone. Alone with my thoughts…
***FLASHBACK***
It was a rainy day, so I was in a good mood. I like rainy days. They're calm, serene, and many other things. Father had decided that I had done well enough this afternoon, so I was allowed the evening off. I was curled up in one of the armchairs, across from Father, reading a favourite book of mine. "The Black Rose".
Then someone banged on the door.
"SYN!! We know you're in there and what you're doing! We have a warrant, so let us in, now!" said a voice. That was the first and only time I have ever seen my father visibly pale.
"Wyndi, go hide." he says.
"But Father, I - "
"NOW!"
I run up stairs, open the door to the hidden room and close it without going in. I wanted to know what was going on. I see Father get up and open the door.
"May I ask what is the meaning of all this?"
"You know d*mn well what we're here for."
"I'm afraid I don't."
"B*llsh*t!"
"Please, refrain from the use of such vulgar language, I have a daughter."
"We know."
"I'm shocked. I could have sworn the ministry was too full of imbeciles to be able to even comprehend such information."
That's when the fighting started. Over and over again they would ask the same questions: Where is it. Tell us everything. Do you really wanna die. They even went to far as to call my father a Death Eater! My father is most definitely not a Death Eater! Then it happened. They said it. The two words that scarred me forever.
"Aveda Kedavra."
He fell.
He hit the floor.
He died.
"NOOO!" I cried out. I couldn't believe it. They had just killed my father. Those b*st*rds. I ran down the stairs and held my father. I didn't care if he was dead, he was my father. My teacher, my mentor.
"I'm terribly sorry about your loss, miss." one of them said. I resisted the urge to go 'hmph'. They weren't sorry. They weren't sorry at all.
"Perhaps you could tell us, do you know where the Bleeding Rose is?" asked another. I looked up at him in shock. The Bleeding Rose. I knew what that was. How could I not? It was my personal symbol, like Voldemort's Dark Mark almost.
Then I realized.
They were after me.
It was me they wanted, not my father. And they killed him, all because he wanted to protect me. I was angry. I had never been so angry in my life, ever. But, being my father's daughter, I saw right away I had an edge. They didn't know that I was what they were looking for. Nor did they know that I had seen everything.
Or that I wanted revenge.
I looked up at one with cold hatred in my eyes. I couldn't help it. I was insane, insane with anger that I had no outlet for.
Well, there was one thing.
"Aveda Kedavra." I whispered. The man fell dead, just like my father. The rest gasped or widen their eyes in shock. What had the expected? Little Miss Push-Around? Hardly. I was Lady Gwynesine. A very livid Lady Gwynesine. I immediately get up and start killing the rest. Dodging their curses, shooting my own. It was pathetic, really. They were terrible fighters. Then there was only the leader and I.
"Petrificus Totalus!" I shout. I walk over to where the now petrified man lay. I note with a satisfied smile that he looks up at me with fear in his eyes. He should.
"You asked me earlier about the Bleeding Rose," I say to him, savoring the moment, "I am Lady Gwynesine, my emblem is the Bleeding Rose. I am the one you seek." I grin evily and coldly. "Too bad you won't see me again until I die!"
***END FLASHBACK***
I killed him.
I killed them all.
And you know, I don't regret it. I avenged my father, what do I have to be ashamed of?
The rain has gotten lighter. What was that Blaise had said? I could use their butts as floor wipes? I chuckle lightly. Some of the phrases the kids think up are so…stupid, that it's actually funny. Is this what I had missed out on? I shake my head. You're getting sentimental Gwyn, stop it. I finger the robe I had on my lap. Father had told me that if anything happened to him, to wear this whenever I met my betrothed, and he would take care of me. Unfortunately, he failed to mention just who my betrothed was. So now I'll have to wear it whenever I'm present around his friends.
"Lady Gwynesine?" another familiar voice asks. I sigh in exasperation. These kids are getting on my last nerve.
"What?" I snap. I don't care if I'm rude.
"There starting the Dueling Club."
"The point, Draco. Get to the point."
"We need you to join. So we can get the *ss*s of every other House. Plus, my father will be there."
I turn around at the words 'my father will be there'. I remember Lucius. Father would often talk to him throught the fireplace when he didn't know I was there. He would know who my betrothed is. At least, I hope he does. I need a gaurdian by the end of the school year.
"Let's go." I say. He moves aside to let me through first. He's learning.
We walk down to the Great Hall and note with little surprise that Lucius is sitting at the table that the Slytherins use. Somehow I doubt it is because he is a supportive parent. I remember listening to him talk. He's not the supportive one. Except the one he always called 'my Lord' or 'master'. Somehow I find it difficult for him to be a servant. Draco and I walk up to his father.
"Father, this is Wyndi Syn, the one I spoke of." Draco said. I resist the urge to raise my eyebrow at him. He spoke of me?
"Ah yes, I remember. It's a pleasure to meet you Wyndi. I knew your father, I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Lucius said. That sounded so fake I don't even know why he bothered to say it.
"I thank you for your sympathies." I reply, sighing inwardly. Formalities.
"Your father oft mentioned that you were an excellent duelist, Wyndi. I do hope you will show the school what Slytherin is truly made of." he said with the barest of glances to his son. Like I said, not the supportive one, Lucius.
"But of course. They shall not stand a chance, particularly with Draco and I together." I say. I see mild shock in his eyes, as if he didn't expect me to compliment his son. Good grief, my father was very harsh, but he still complimented me and was proud when I completed things correctly. Everyone turns toward the High Table when Dumbledore raises his hands to get our attention.
"It has come to my attention, that quite a lot of people have come out for the dueling club, too many, in fact. Because of this, only a select few will be able to compete in the tournament."
There were quite a lot of groans and protests about this, mainly from the Gryffindors, of course.
"You will all be participating in the Dueling Club, but we will have to decide who will compete in the tournaments and who will not. So, partner up! We will be deciding today! There is room for twelve people from each House for the Inter-House Tournaments, and six for the tournaments versus Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." Dumbledore finishes his speech. A see some of the younger students looking nervous and some of the older ones looking too confidant. I give a small smile of pride as I see that Draco reveals no emotion. But with a father like that I wouldn't be surprised if he's been able to hide his emotions since he was five.
We walk to our partners. I have no idea who it is I'm facing against, other than that they are a Ravenclaw. I almost feel sorry for them. They don't stand a chance. The Ravenclaw boy gets a smug look on his face as he asks me, "Nervous? Or would scared be a more accurate description?" Naturally, I remain silent. Personally, I find talking with your opponent before or during the dueling match completely pointless. Besides, for some odd reason my refusal to speak with them until after the match unnerves them. Dumbledore raises his wand and shoots out violet sparks so all could see.
And the dueling began.
Darth Flirt: Thank ya very much! I try to go fast, but I've got a lot to do and no time to do it in!
Slash Police: cornfused? You're cornfused? You're odd, Padfoot, very odd.
Elvensorceress: I repeat what I said to you above, Padfoot. You're odd.
Sarah-Anna: thank ye! I'm tryin', but Wyndi is the hardest character I have to write!