A/N: I already did I disclaimer, so I'm not doing another. Sorry! I
really hope that if you read this, you review. I'll probably update REALLY
soon. Oh, and just so you know, according to the Lexicon, Bill Weasley
attended Hogwarts with the Marauders, although a few years younger. His
exact age isn't known, so I had to guess.
CHAPTER 2: KINDNESS IS A VIRTUE.
London, England 1976
The girl slipped into the yard and to the shadows. An old man, about 60 the girl had to guess, with gray hair with a red tint smiled at the blonde boy standing in front of him. "Good. Again."
The blonde rolled his eyes and smirked at him. "Again? I already beat you. Must we do it again, Master?" The boy spat the word 'Master' with contempt, but only the girl watching from the shadows caught it.
"You forget, Malfoy. I'm getting old. The vampires are much faster than me." Suddenly the man stiffened. "Come out. I feel your presence. Why do you hide? Do you fear us?"
Rayvin stepped out of the shadows and gave a small shy smile. "Don't worry," the boy said pompously, "you have nothing to fear from us." He rounded on his Master. "You frighten her. Yes, so she was out of line, but a beauty such as her shouldn't be scared of the things she need not fear."
Rayvin gave a snort of laughter. Malfoy spun around to look at her. He was charmed by the icy blue eyes and raven black hair. He gave a yelp when his master swatted him hard in the back of the head. Trying to act calm, Rayvin asked the man, "Is he always that pompous? The boy is going to get himself killed."
Malfoy's eyes filled with anger, and he tried to move towards her, only to be held back by the older man. "I am not a boy. Who are you to speak?" He looked her up and down. "You are younger than me! And by the state you your clothes, you look to be a Mud-blood as well."
The old man rolled his eyes and shoved the young man behind him. "He knows not of what you are. He isn't who you are looking for. He is defenseless against the likes of you. My son, however, is on his way over for a family dinner and he will dispose of you when he arrives." He pulled out his wand and aimed at the boy, whispering a silencing charm. "You must excuse my associate's son. He knows only what we tell him. He knows enough to not wander outside at this time of night."
Rayvin sighed, annoyed with the old man. "Right. Yes, well, I'll be leaving you with your apprentice to train some more on how to kill the EVIL vampires. I'll be back." She paused and blew a little kiss at Malfoy. "See you later." And with that, she was gone.
Lucius Malfoy stalked through the alleyway, grumbling to himself. "When my father hears about this.... This is servant stuff!" He heard a noise down a side alley and sauntered over. What he saw stunned him. A male vampire was draining the blood of a blonde girl he recognized as a fellow Slytherin from school, Narsicca Black. Instead of going to her rescue, he took a scared step back. He turned when he heard a low growl from behind him. The vampire from earlier was rushing him. He threw up his arms to protect himself and closed his eyes, but the only thing he felt was wind that passed him. When he looked up, she was gone, or so he thought. He turned to reassess Narsicca's situation. Upon turning he discovered the two vampires fighting it out with Narsicca lying, passed out on the street. He rushed over to her and quickly stopped the blood flow. He looked up just as one vampire snapped the other's neck. The male vampire fell, paralyzed until his body could heal from the blow dealt.
The girl turned to him and growled low in her throat. "Did you plan to, at any point, HELP HER? Stupid no-good hunter. You are an insult to your master. At least he made a kill on his first run." In an attempt to show her up, Lucius stalked over to the paralyzed vampire, and plunged his stake into its heart. It burst into dust as Lucius turned around and smirked at her. Rayvin clapped her hands in a slow sarcastic manner. "Oh, you are so brave! You killed a vampire that couldn't move! Good for you. What's next? Killing us in our sleep?"
Forgetting about Narsicca, Lucius rushed Rayvin, who was too surprised to fend off the attack, and knocked her to the ground. Lucius jumped off her and pulled out a stake. Rayvin fluidly got up and moved to the defensive. *Stupid brat. I don't want to hurt you, but I'd rather do that, than become a pile of dust.* They went at each other, trading blows, Rayvin wary of the stake. She knocked Lucius into a brick wall scraping up his arms. Lucius pushed himself away from the wall and rushed her again. This time, Rayvin barely missed the fatal blow. Instead, it pierced her below her heart. Rayvin groaned in pain. She swung her leg up and knocked the bloody stake out of Lucius's hand. Rayvin didn't expect Lucius's kick which knocked her down. She growled, but before she could get up, Lucius put a well placed kick at her head, snapping her neck in the process. Lucius ran to find his stake, but before he did, they both heard Narsicca moaning.
Lucius ran to Narsicca side, his stake forgotten in the corner. "Narsicca? Are you okay?"
Narsicca sat up painfully. "Lucius? Is that you? What are you doing here? What happened? Where am I?" She looked at Lucius fearfully.
"Shh. It's okay. A man attacked you, but I got rid of him. I need to get you home. Come on." Without a backwards glance, Lucius picked up Narsicca left the alleyway.
*Thank you Narsicca. I owe you.* Rayvin waited for her neck to heal, and wondered why one of the greatest hunting families would teach outside of the family.
With an hour until the sun rose, Rayvin gingerly pulled herself up. She had not completely finished healing, but it would do until she could find a place to stay. Not that the sun would do much damage. Sunlight only slightly bothered her and her family. It was a stupid myth that mortals came up with to make themselves feel better.
Rayvin stumbled down the street. She had to be careful of people already awake. They would ask questions. And once the sun came up, there would be more trouble. The sun was about to peek over the horizon when the door to the house she was in front of opened, and a man with rare fiery red hair stepped out. Rayvin cringed and didn't move, praying that the Weasley boy wouldn't notice her. He stared at her from his doorstep before sighing. "Don't just stand there all day. Come on. You can use my house until you recover."
Rayvin's eyes widened in surprise and walked slowly towards him. She slipped past him and sat on the couch, keeping him in her sights. He closed the door and stood in the doorway, watching her. "Why?" The young man just raised an eyebrow. Rayvin sighed in exasperation. "Why are you helping me?"
"Arthur? What's wrong? Why didn't you leave for work?" a voice called from the kitchen.
"Nothing's wrong Molly. Something came up, or rather someone." A pregnant woman popped her head into the room and frowned when she saw the state of the girl in front of her. She tried to take a step towards her, but Arthur stopped her with an arm. "What is your name? I'm helping you because I want something in return. I know that muggles and magic folk are not the only creatures with morals. Are vampires like us or not?"
Rayvin snorted. "That was very regal, Weasley. The name's Rayvin. It really depends on the vampire. Are you talking about me or vampires in general?" When Arthur narrowed his eyes at her, she swallowed. "Ok. Calm down mate. I'm probably as honest and moral as they come. I swear something to you; I don't go back, even if it means my death. Which thankfully hasn't happened as of yet, thank God. Morals, well, I don't kill, if that's what you mean, unless I'm in danger myself. I don't bite much, just criminals and your common city rapist. It's never enough to kill them. Often drop them on the steps of the police station. Good enough for you?" When Arthur nodded, she cocked her head to the side, it a listening pose. "What's on your mind, Weasley?"
Arthur let go of Molly and sat down in a seat across from Rayvin and looked down at his hands. "My father believes me to be weak. He always has. Just because I don't feel that I am better than people without magical ties, he looks down on me. He took on an apprentice 20 years younger than me."
Rayvin nodded. "Malfoy." Arthur's head flew up to look at her. "I decided to find out what was going on. I had heard a rumor that the old master was training a replacement that wasn't in the family. I snuck in and had a little confrontation. The Malfoy boy is way out of his league. He thinks he is better than your father already. I left them to their training and went for a walk. I ended up downtown a bit. Malfoy was there. The twit was standing there watching one of his ex-classmates get drained dry. I was able to save her and paralyzed the other vampire. When I reprimanded him, and told him that he hadn't even made a kill yet, he walked over to the other vampire and destroyed him. He was so high and mighty about it. Anyway, we ended up fighting. I barely got out of it intact. He somehow managed to snap my neck after he missed my heart with his stake. The only reason I'm still here is because the girl, Narsicca, started to come to." Rayvin gave Arthur a questioning look. "What do you want from me, Weasley? He may be an idiot, but I will not kill him."
Arthur nodded. "I want you to train me- help me become what my father believes that I cannot. And protect my family until I can protect them myself. I know it's late, but if I know enough, I can keep the Weasley name alive and teach my children as I should have been taught."
Rayvin pondered it for a second before looking at Arthur. "Yes, on one condition."
"What is that?" he asked. When Arthur had sat down, Molly had gone back into the kitchen. Two boys came out and stood in the doorway, watching.
Rayvin smiled at them. Both of their hair was the same as their father's. Then she turned to Arthur. "Never hunt me, or those I choose to protect." Rayvin knew he was about to protest, so she cut him off. "I would never protect a cold-blooded killer. I mean a vampire like me, with morals, who refuses to kill."
Arthur nodded. "So you'll teach me?"
Rayvin nodded. "The Weasley's will remain a prominent hunting family, is it's the last thing I do."
Both stood and faced the spectators. "Dad, what's going on?" asked the younger of the two.
"You know how Grandfather wouldn't teach me about the family business?" Both nodded. "Well, Rayvin here is going to teach me and you... if you want."
The elder boy grinned. "We'd love to." He shook Rayvin's hand. "I'm Bill and this is Charlie."
"I can speak for myself!" whined Charlie. Rayvin laughed. "I'm 9 and Bill's 14."
Rayvin frowned. "The Malfoy boy is..."
"He's 16." Bill scowled at the thought. "He gloats about being a hunter all the time between classes."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, they're all sure they want to do this!" They all went into the kitchen. Molly stood next to the table. "Bill, Charlie; sit down. You didn't finish your breakfasts." She smiled at Rayvin. "I'm Molly. Arthur has always wanted to be like his father. The boys got his enthusiasm. Will you be living with us then? We do have..." Molly trailed off as a tawny owl flew in the open window. She opened it and read it before silently handing it to Arthur. He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands.
"We're moving." Both boys gaped at him. "There was an attack last night. Your grandfather was killed. He left the Burrow to me in his will." Molly gasped and leaned heavily against a counter behind her. Arthur looked up at her.
"Arthur," Molly said excitedly. "It's time."
Arthur frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Rayvin grinned. "The baby, Arthur. Take your wife to St. Mungo's; I'll bring the boys and Molly's things in a bit." Arthur gave her a wary look. "Go; I promise your boys are safe with me." Molly grabbed Arthur's hand and dragged him out to his car. Rayvin turned to the boys. "Okay, would you please go get your mother's things?" Within a minute, the boys had returned, panting, with their mother's suitcase.
The three were about to leave (via Floo Powder) when there was a knock on the door. Rayvin ran over and threw it open. "Rayvin? What are you doing here?"
"Bill! Take Charlie and go! I'll catch up."
"But..." All protests were silenced as Rayvin stumbled back from Jorge's right hook. "Go Charlie!"
Charlie quickly stepped into the fireplace with the suitcase. "St. Mungo's," he called. With a whoosh he was gone. Bill followed him into the fireplace. "Be careful Rayvin!" He threw down his handful of Floo Powder and was gone. Jorge scowled down at her. "Just what do you think you are doing?" "Protecting the Weasleys." She stepped forward and threw him a jab. "You'll leave the Weasleys alone, or else you'll have to deal with the consequences. I will not hesitate to kill you, sire or not." Rayvin went to the fireplace and was gone.
CHAPTER 2: KINDNESS IS A VIRTUE.
London, England 1976
The girl slipped into the yard and to the shadows. An old man, about 60 the girl had to guess, with gray hair with a red tint smiled at the blonde boy standing in front of him. "Good. Again."
The blonde rolled his eyes and smirked at him. "Again? I already beat you. Must we do it again, Master?" The boy spat the word 'Master' with contempt, but only the girl watching from the shadows caught it.
"You forget, Malfoy. I'm getting old. The vampires are much faster than me." Suddenly the man stiffened. "Come out. I feel your presence. Why do you hide? Do you fear us?"
Rayvin stepped out of the shadows and gave a small shy smile. "Don't worry," the boy said pompously, "you have nothing to fear from us." He rounded on his Master. "You frighten her. Yes, so she was out of line, but a beauty such as her shouldn't be scared of the things she need not fear."
Rayvin gave a snort of laughter. Malfoy spun around to look at her. He was charmed by the icy blue eyes and raven black hair. He gave a yelp when his master swatted him hard in the back of the head. Trying to act calm, Rayvin asked the man, "Is he always that pompous? The boy is going to get himself killed."
Malfoy's eyes filled with anger, and he tried to move towards her, only to be held back by the older man. "I am not a boy. Who are you to speak?" He looked her up and down. "You are younger than me! And by the state you your clothes, you look to be a Mud-blood as well."
The old man rolled his eyes and shoved the young man behind him. "He knows not of what you are. He isn't who you are looking for. He is defenseless against the likes of you. My son, however, is on his way over for a family dinner and he will dispose of you when he arrives." He pulled out his wand and aimed at the boy, whispering a silencing charm. "You must excuse my associate's son. He knows only what we tell him. He knows enough to not wander outside at this time of night."
Rayvin sighed, annoyed with the old man. "Right. Yes, well, I'll be leaving you with your apprentice to train some more on how to kill the EVIL vampires. I'll be back." She paused and blew a little kiss at Malfoy. "See you later." And with that, she was gone.
Lucius Malfoy stalked through the alleyway, grumbling to himself. "When my father hears about this.... This is servant stuff!" He heard a noise down a side alley and sauntered over. What he saw stunned him. A male vampire was draining the blood of a blonde girl he recognized as a fellow Slytherin from school, Narsicca Black. Instead of going to her rescue, he took a scared step back. He turned when he heard a low growl from behind him. The vampire from earlier was rushing him. He threw up his arms to protect himself and closed his eyes, but the only thing he felt was wind that passed him. When he looked up, she was gone, or so he thought. He turned to reassess Narsicca's situation. Upon turning he discovered the two vampires fighting it out with Narsicca lying, passed out on the street. He rushed over to her and quickly stopped the blood flow. He looked up just as one vampire snapped the other's neck. The male vampire fell, paralyzed until his body could heal from the blow dealt.
The girl turned to him and growled low in her throat. "Did you plan to, at any point, HELP HER? Stupid no-good hunter. You are an insult to your master. At least he made a kill on his first run." In an attempt to show her up, Lucius stalked over to the paralyzed vampire, and plunged his stake into its heart. It burst into dust as Lucius turned around and smirked at her. Rayvin clapped her hands in a slow sarcastic manner. "Oh, you are so brave! You killed a vampire that couldn't move! Good for you. What's next? Killing us in our sleep?"
Forgetting about Narsicca, Lucius rushed Rayvin, who was too surprised to fend off the attack, and knocked her to the ground. Lucius jumped off her and pulled out a stake. Rayvin fluidly got up and moved to the defensive. *Stupid brat. I don't want to hurt you, but I'd rather do that, than become a pile of dust.* They went at each other, trading blows, Rayvin wary of the stake. She knocked Lucius into a brick wall scraping up his arms. Lucius pushed himself away from the wall and rushed her again. This time, Rayvin barely missed the fatal blow. Instead, it pierced her below her heart. Rayvin groaned in pain. She swung her leg up and knocked the bloody stake out of Lucius's hand. Rayvin didn't expect Lucius's kick which knocked her down. She growled, but before she could get up, Lucius put a well placed kick at her head, snapping her neck in the process. Lucius ran to find his stake, but before he did, they both heard Narsicca moaning.
Lucius ran to Narsicca side, his stake forgotten in the corner. "Narsicca? Are you okay?"
Narsicca sat up painfully. "Lucius? Is that you? What are you doing here? What happened? Where am I?" She looked at Lucius fearfully.
"Shh. It's okay. A man attacked you, but I got rid of him. I need to get you home. Come on." Without a backwards glance, Lucius picked up Narsicca left the alleyway.
*Thank you Narsicca. I owe you.* Rayvin waited for her neck to heal, and wondered why one of the greatest hunting families would teach outside of the family.
With an hour until the sun rose, Rayvin gingerly pulled herself up. She had not completely finished healing, but it would do until she could find a place to stay. Not that the sun would do much damage. Sunlight only slightly bothered her and her family. It was a stupid myth that mortals came up with to make themselves feel better.
Rayvin stumbled down the street. She had to be careful of people already awake. They would ask questions. And once the sun came up, there would be more trouble. The sun was about to peek over the horizon when the door to the house she was in front of opened, and a man with rare fiery red hair stepped out. Rayvin cringed and didn't move, praying that the Weasley boy wouldn't notice her. He stared at her from his doorstep before sighing. "Don't just stand there all day. Come on. You can use my house until you recover."
Rayvin's eyes widened in surprise and walked slowly towards him. She slipped past him and sat on the couch, keeping him in her sights. He closed the door and stood in the doorway, watching her. "Why?" The young man just raised an eyebrow. Rayvin sighed in exasperation. "Why are you helping me?"
"Arthur? What's wrong? Why didn't you leave for work?" a voice called from the kitchen.
"Nothing's wrong Molly. Something came up, or rather someone." A pregnant woman popped her head into the room and frowned when she saw the state of the girl in front of her. She tried to take a step towards her, but Arthur stopped her with an arm. "What is your name? I'm helping you because I want something in return. I know that muggles and magic folk are not the only creatures with morals. Are vampires like us or not?"
Rayvin snorted. "That was very regal, Weasley. The name's Rayvin. It really depends on the vampire. Are you talking about me or vampires in general?" When Arthur narrowed his eyes at her, she swallowed. "Ok. Calm down mate. I'm probably as honest and moral as they come. I swear something to you; I don't go back, even if it means my death. Which thankfully hasn't happened as of yet, thank God. Morals, well, I don't kill, if that's what you mean, unless I'm in danger myself. I don't bite much, just criminals and your common city rapist. It's never enough to kill them. Often drop them on the steps of the police station. Good enough for you?" When Arthur nodded, she cocked her head to the side, it a listening pose. "What's on your mind, Weasley?"
Arthur let go of Molly and sat down in a seat across from Rayvin and looked down at his hands. "My father believes me to be weak. He always has. Just because I don't feel that I am better than people without magical ties, he looks down on me. He took on an apprentice 20 years younger than me."
Rayvin nodded. "Malfoy." Arthur's head flew up to look at her. "I decided to find out what was going on. I had heard a rumor that the old master was training a replacement that wasn't in the family. I snuck in and had a little confrontation. The Malfoy boy is way out of his league. He thinks he is better than your father already. I left them to their training and went for a walk. I ended up downtown a bit. Malfoy was there. The twit was standing there watching one of his ex-classmates get drained dry. I was able to save her and paralyzed the other vampire. When I reprimanded him, and told him that he hadn't even made a kill yet, he walked over to the other vampire and destroyed him. He was so high and mighty about it. Anyway, we ended up fighting. I barely got out of it intact. He somehow managed to snap my neck after he missed my heart with his stake. The only reason I'm still here is because the girl, Narsicca, started to come to." Rayvin gave Arthur a questioning look. "What do you want from me, Weasley? He may be an idiot, but I will not kill him."
Arthur nodded. "I want you to train me- help me become what my father believes that I cannot. And protect my family until I can protect them myself. I know it's late, but if I know enough, I can keep the Weasley name alive and teach my children as I should have been taught."
Rayvin pondered it for a second before looking at Arthur. "Yes, on one condition."
"What is that?" he asked. When Arthur had sat down, Molly had gone back into the kitchen. Two boys came out and stood in the doorway, watching.
Rayvin smiled at them. Both of their hair was the same as their father's. Then she turned to Arthur. "Never hunt me, or those I choose to protect." Rayvin knew he was about to protest, so she cut him off. "I would never protect a cold-blooded killer. I mean a vampire like me, with morals, who refuses to kill."
Arthur nodded. "So you'll teach me?"
Rayvin nodded. "The Weasley's will remain a prominent hunting family, is it's the last thing I do."
Both stood and faced the spectators. "Dad, what's going on?" asked the younger of the two.
"You know how Grandfather wouldn't teach me about the family business?" Both nodded. "Well, Rayvin here is going to teach me and you... if you want."
The elder boy grinned. "We'd love to." He shook Rayvin's hand. "I'm Bill and this is Charlie."
"I can speak for myself!" whined Charlie. Rayvin laughed. "I'm 9 and Bill's 14."
Rayvin frowned. "The Malfoy boy is..."
"He's 16." Bill scowled at the thought. "He gloats about being a hunter all the time between classes."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, they're all sure they want to do this!" They all went into the kitchen. Molly stood next to the table. "Bill, Charlie; sit down. You didn't finish your breakfasts." She smiled at Rayvin. "I'm Molly. Arthur has always wanted to be like his father. The boys got his enthusiasm. Will you be living with us then? We do have..." Molly trailed off as a tawny owl flew in the open window. She opened it and read it before silently handing it to Arthur. He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands.
"We're moving." Both boys gaped at him. "There was an attack last night. Your grandfather was killed. He left the Burrow to me in his will." Molly gasped and leaned heavily against a counter behind her. Arthur looked up at her.
"Arthur," Molly said excitedly. "It's time."
Arthur frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Rayvin grinned. "The baby, Arthur. Take your wife to St. Mungo's; I'll bring the boys and Molly's things in a bit." Arthur gave her a wary look. "Go; I promise your boys are safe with me." Molly grabbed Arthur's hand and dragged him out to his car. Rayvin turned to the boys. "Okay, would you please go get your mother's things?" Within a minute, the boys had returned, panting, with their mother's suitcase.
The three were about to leave (via Floo Powder) when there was a knock on the door. Rayvin ran over and threw it open. "Rayvin? What are you doing here?"
"Bill! Take Charlie and go! I'll catch up."
"But..." All protests were silenced as Rayvin stumbled back from Jorge's right hook. "Go Charlie!"
Charlie quickly stepped into the fireplace with the suitcase. "St. Mungo's," he called. With a whoosh he was gone. Bill followed him into the fireplace. "Be careful Rayvin!" He threw down his handful of Floo Powder and was gone. Jorge scowled down at her. "Just what do you think you are doing?" "Protecting the Weasleys." She stepped forward and threw him a jab. "You'll leave the Weasleys alone, or else you'll have to deal with the consequences. I will not hesitate to kill you, sire or not." Rayvin went to the fireplace and was gone.