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Disclaimer: Lalalalala! Oh! Okay! I own all of the teenagers. To make it simple, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I also do not own the country of the USA and any city within that country. I don't own the Salem Witch Academy as that school was imagined by JK Rowling. I doubt that JK Rowling would ever be overloaded with Algebra homework and is forced to deal with an hour of the Internet on Saturday and an hour on Sunday. So, I'm not JK Rowling. But, I do own anything that was never mentioned in the hp series! Oh! And Kito's MINE MINE MINE! (Yes, you are allowed to vote for him as one of my hostages, and I will lend him to you if you promise not to be bad.)
A/N: FIFTH CHAPTER! IT HAS ONLY BEEN A WEEK! SO NO YELLING AT ME! Anyways, since I love all of you so much, I will have the boys answer everyone's reviews. Yay for you!
Deme: *paranoid glances* Don't hurt me.
Dante: *is slightly paranoid* Erp.
Kat Davi: Stop being paranoid. You know everyone loves you.
Dante: But, they may love us too much.
Deme: Yeah, they could cause a freak accident that would delete us from existence.
Kat Davi: Riiiiiiiiiiight... reviews!
Deme: Okay, to natyslacks- Kat says she's seriously freaked out by your prediction. Deme and Alexis?! They're brother and sister! They're not incest! Try a few more eliminations. *wide eyes* Ewwwww you think Alexis will fall for me? Ewww, I'd rather have A-
Dante: *claps hand over Deme's mouth* Shut up Dem, you'll give it away! Then Kat will kill you! Okay. On to Slytherin-Gryffindor gal- Glad you liked the cliffee! Nobody likes cliffhangers anymore.
Deme: Anyway, to OutofAzkaban- Kat says: Well, the problem is mostly bad, but a bit of good. And you can keep signing '143.' She remembers now. *looks at Kat* Why? What's happening?
Dante: *blinks*
Kat: I'm not saying a thing.
Dante: Alrighty then, to pyroprincess4rmeverwood- wait. You think MY sister will hook up with Deme? But that's absurd! He's too old for her!
Deme: Shut up Dante.
Kat Davi: Okay, that's all of the reviews! Enough said, on with the story!
Deme and Dante: REVIEW! *Dante mutters* You had better Not get into a relationship with her...
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Debates, Meetings, and Dreams
Alexis sat in the Gryffindor common room, munching on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. She picked out a white, sparkly bean and popped it into her mouth. Snow. Yum...
It was finally the weekend. No more orientation lectures. No more reminders about O.W.L.s. No more homework for at least another two days. Just relaxation.
Hunter sat in an armchair across from her. Ariana trudged down the steps from the girls' dormitories. She exaggerated a yawn and sat on the arm of Hunter's armchair. She stole one of his licorice wands and hummed. Alexis looked up at Hunter and frowned.
"Hey, Hunter, did you finish you homework?" she asked.
Hunter looked up and also frowned. "No, I'm going to do it Sunday night," he replied.
Alexis shook her head in dismay. "Hunter, do your homework tonight so that you don't forget to do it on Sunday," she stated.
"Can I just copy off of your homework? I can reword mine so that we don't get caught," Hunter suggested.
Ariana watched the exchange and rolled her eyes. Typical. Alexia and Hunter couldn't go a week without getting into a spat. Typical.
Alexis bent her head and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Hunter," warned Alexis.
Hunter mockingly did the same.
"Alexis," He warned.
Ariana smacked Hunter upside his head.
"Hunter, quit flirting!" Ariana exclaimed.
"I am NOT flirting!" he retorted.
Alexis snorted and accidentally bit into a vomit-flavored bean. She immediately spat it out and ate a bean that tasted like water.
Ariana sighed and swallowed a piece of licorice.
"So Lex, are you trying out for quidditch? Adella's finally going to try out this year," Ariana commented.
"Sure, why not? You two play, don't you? Along with Dante?" Alexis asked.
Ariana bobbed her head. "I play chaser, Dante plays seeker, Hunter plays beater, oh and Jacob plays chaser with me," Ariana explained.
"Who plays keeper?" Alexis asked.
"That Wood bloke in the seventh year. Dad tells me Wood's dad used to go to school with our parents," Hunter replied.
"So you don't have a beater or a chaser?" Alexis asked.
"Nope." came their answer.
Alexis nodded. "I'm used to playing seeker, but I'll try out for chaser. Who's the captain?"
"Wood." came the reply.
Dante came down the stairs from the boys' dormitories, obviously leaving the common room.
Ariana looked up at her older brother and frowned. "Hey, Dante, where are you going?" she called.
Dante looked up at the sound of his name. "Err... I'm going to the kitchens," he replied.
"But dinner was twenty minutes ago," Alexis commented.
"Oh... well... I didn't really have an appetite then," he said before leaving.
Hunter turned to his cousin and friend. "He's really horrible at lying," he commented dryly.
Alexis frowned. "He did eat a lot at dinner. Same amount he has everyday," she replied.
Ariana's eyes narrowed on the exit. "There's something he's not telling us about."
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Dante pulled on the invisibility cloak and took out the marauder's map. He tapped the map and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." A web of ink appeared on the blank parchment and soon revealed itself of a map of Hogwarts.
He ran to the seventh floor and stood in front of a tapestry depicting Barnabas, the Barmy's foolish attempt to train trolls for the ballet. He tapped the map and stowed it in his robe pocket. He looked at the once blank wall. Cade hadn't locked the door, so that's why he could see the door. Once he locked it from the inside, it would disappear. He opened the highly polished door and stepped into the room.
The room looked rather comfortable. A few love seats were scattered throughout the room along with large, comfy cushions on the floor. The room had a homelike atmosphere. He could have sworn the room was an exact replica of his Grandma Weasley's living room. He missed the cozy house he lived in with his parents and sister. His gaze traveled over the love seats and his eyes settled on the only other person in the room.
"Sullivan," he greeted.
"Potter, I was wondering when you'd show up," Cade drawled.
Dante stiffened slightly.
"Sit down, Potter," ordered Cade.
Dante sat down on a love seat and drew his knees up to his chest.
"Tell me about yourself, Potter," Cade said, a smile tugging at his lips.
"You first," Dante said quickly. He didn't exactly trust Cade when it came to giving out information.
"Alright," he paused as he thoughtfully looked at the ceiling. "My name is Cade Andrew Sullivan. I just moved here from the United States. My parents are Daniel and Raven Sullivan. I went to Phoenix Academy before I came here. I came here because I have a prophecy to fulfill."
Dante blinked. Now that was one helluva description. Not too much information, but not too little.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Your turn."
"Okay. My name is Dante James Potter. I lived in England my entire life. My parents are Harry and Virginia Potter. I've always gone to Hogwarts, I went to Puffskein Preschool and I went to a muggle school when I was five until I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts. And I don't think I have a prophecy to fulfill," Dante explained.
Cade nodded. "I asked you here, because I've experienced what Brutus Nox did to you," he said.
Dante looked away. "So you're..."
"Yes, Dante, I'm gay. So are you," Cade replied, cutting him off.
Dante sighed and rubbed his temples.
"How can I trust you? How do I know if you're just telling me all this to get me into bed?" he asked.
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. And here's a way for you to know that I'm telling the truth," Cade said and stood.
Dante tensed as Cade took off his robe and shirt. His eyes grew wide as he looked at Cade's lean torso. It was covered with scars. An especially long scar traveled the length of Cade's back.
'Whip scars,' was his first thought.
"Ever heard of sex slaves, Potter? Ever heard of Marcus Flint and all of the Big Bads? Well, they're all bisexuals and they're rapists. Kinky as hell. Don't go wandering around during the night, Potter. It's how I got into this mess. Trust me, Potter, it isn't much fun being a pleasure slave. They rob you of your dignity and they never give it back. Take it from me, Potter, it's a nightmare within itself," Cade said as he put his shirt back on and pulled on his robe.
"How did they get you?" Dante asked as he settled into a more comfortable position, sitting Indian style with his elbows resting on his knees.
Cade settled into a similar position.
"Well, Phoenix Academy isn't as well protected as Hogwarts. I used to wander through the corridors, all the time, trying to find all of the school's secrets. Well, one night I was out, exploring the dungeons--" he was cut off as a pounding came from the door.
Dante mumped off of the love seat and snatched his invisibility cloak from the floor. He ran over to Cade and swiftly draped the silvery cloth over their heads. The doorknob glowed and the door sprang open. Snape stalked into the room, his obsidian eyes roaming over the room. A sneer spread across his lips. Cade started pulling Dante towards the door. As they quietly snuck past Snape, Dante knew that Snape knew he had something to do with being in this room. They slipped through the door and hid in an alcove a ways away from the Room of Requirement.
They heard a swish of a cloak and footsteps faded away.
"He's headed towards the east tower," Cade whispered.
Cade paused and peered around the corner. It was obvious that the coast was clear for a half smile graced Cade's lips.
"You'd better get back to the Gryffindor Tower. I'll make sure Snape doesn't catch you," Cade said, his eyes seeming to glint with mischievousness.
A smile tugged at the corner of Dante's lips. Cade reminded him of a little boy, using his master plan to steal a cookie from the forbidden cookie jar.
"Don't think you're going to get out of telling the rest of the story to me. I'll meet you tomorrow night. Same place," Dante whispered.
Cade just half-smiled.
A full-fledged smile finally appeared to lighten the characteristics of Dante's face as he heard an excited, yet hushed exclamation.
"Yes!"
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Deme lay in a bed of rocks and ash. Airborne ash filled his lungs, launching him into a coughing fit. His body was throbbing from pain... burning. The throbbing's source was his left bicep. His slightly blurred gaze traveled to his arm. He winced as a burst of pain erupted on the side of his neck. Warm blood was trickling from a large, open wound on his arm. His skin was beginning to turn green around the injury. Poison. The entire side of his torso was crimson red, spotted with angry blisters. Burns. Poison, puncture wounds, and burns... dragons.
A bloodcurdling scream sounded. He hoisted himself up to see over the barrier of rocks.
"DEME!" came a scream.
Ariana. A huge silhouette was hovering in the sky over the fallen girl. Blood covered her leg.
"Ari!" he hadn't even noticed he had yelled.
He quickly stood, but immediately fell to his knees. The poison. He was woozy. He grabbed the onyx talon that hung from a braid of Griffin tail hair around his neck. The tooth glowed faintly before returning to its original state. He mustered his draining strength and flung himself out of his protective ditch. He ran across the barren wasteland and started yelling. Anything to attract the enormous beast's attention. He earned the desired affect.
The Peruvian Vipertooth's beady black eyes darted towards him. The viportooth's bat like wings seemed to block out the sun's light. The beast swooped down, a deafening bellow issuing from its wide-open maw. A hawk like screech sliced through the giant's roar.
Ariana passed out. He collapsed awaiting his death...
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Deme lunged forward, cold sweat drenching his bare torso. His breath was ragged from his nightmare. Was it a nightmare? It had seemed so real! He calmed his rapidly beating heart and got out of bed. He put on his robe (to hide the fact that he was only wearing his boxers) and slipped out of his dorm. He silently crept through the common room, through the dungeons, and up to the Gryffindor Tower.
The Fat Lady smiled like a mother at him.
"Demetrius, another dream? Tell me the password, Darling, and I'll let you go see your gang," the painting whispered.
Demetrius was fond of the woman. She didn't care that he was a Slytherin and the resident bad boy. She saw him how his friends and family saw him, and had the intelligence to not blow his cover.
"Hello Margaret," and at least he had the goodness in his heart to learn her name.
"The password is Doxy Stix," he added and smiled lightly.
"Don't stay too late, Demetrius. Don't get caught," the painting warned as she allowed him entrance.
Deme just bobbed his head and slid through the hole in the wall. He drew his wand from his robes and pointed the wand's tip at the staircase.
"Immobulus," he whispered.
He then climbed up the staircase. He quietly entered the fifth year, girls' dormitory. He knew exactly which bed belonged to Ariana.
Ever since they were kids, Ariana would hum and sing her roommates to sleep. Once she thought everyone was asleep, she would whistle or hum an eerie tune. She always said that her father taught it to her, and her father had once heard it when a gamekeeper played the song on a wooden flute. Nobody but he and Ariana noticed that someone who head the tune and was sleeping would have no nightmares.
He sighed and opened the curtain around her bed.
"Ariana," he whispered.
Illuminated, emerald eyes swiveled to focus on his form. Black brows lowered as lower lids seemed to move upwards. A single candle floated in midair, casting shadows across her delicate features. He knew her vision was slightly blurry without her glasses, so he stepped into the candle's light. He closed the curtain and displayed a small smile.
"It's me, Demetrius," he whispered.
Her luminescent eyes widened slightly.
"Demetrius..." she whispered.
She gestured for him to take a seat on her bed. He sat down, indian-style, in front of her, ignoring the awkwardness of the situation.
"Ariana, I had another nightmare. It was about you and me this time," he whispered.
"Cast silencio," she ordered softly.
He ignored the order to spell and put up a ward of silence around the bed with his mind. She rolled her eyes. He could just see what she thought about his action in her eyes. "Show off."
"Tell me about your dream... in full detail," she said and summoned a refilling quill and parchment.
"Err... well, it started out... I was lying in a bed of rocks and I was coughing from the ash in the air. The, I became aware that I was in pain--" he was cut off.
"What kind of pain?" she asked as she watched the quill write across the parchment in neat, capital letters.
"Burning...throbbing... Okay, so I looked down and my arm had an open wound with poison taking affect. And my upper right side was burnt. Then I figured out that everything that had happened had to do with dragons."
"Dragons? What kind?" Ariana asked.
"Peruvian Vipertooth. Just one," he answered and continued.
"Then I heard a scream, so I looked and there you were with the dragon hovering over you in the sky. You screamed 'Deme' and I noticed that your leg was covered in blood. So I yelled 'Ari' and tried to run to you. The poison was making me weak so I fell back to my knees. So I grabbed my Griffin claw, and it glowed a bit. Then I got out of the ditch and started yelling to bait it away from you. It roared, then I heard a screech. Then you passed out, and I fell down, waiting to die."
Ariana blinked slowly. "Wow," the word escaped her lips.
Deme snorted and slowly stood. "Thanks for listening, Ariana," he muttered.
"Demetrius, stay here. I know you want me to sing you to sleep," she replied to his back.
She magicked her curtains to stay closed until she herself opened them. She smiled as a sheepish smile tugged at his lips. He helped her clear her things away. She put a pillow in her lap and behind her head and back. She pulled a blanket up around herself. Deme laid his head down on the pillow in her lap and curled up slightly so that he wasn't lying on her legs. She put a blanket over him and began to run her fingers through his hair. He hummed in satisfaction. She blew out the candle and began to sing a soft lullaby that every Weasley knew of. He soon fell asleep, and she fell asleep to her own eerie tune.
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I don't know about you guys, but I personally love writing scenes between Deme and Ari. Ariana probably relates to me the most. But... she looks nothing like me. Oh well. And I keep wanting to call Dante Harry! It's annoying! Maybe I'll write about quidditch tryouts. I don't know. Tell me what you want. Here's a list of things to happen. Choose one and put it in your review.
Adella gets detention. The detention giver has to do something else, so he/she sends her to have detention with Kito.
You get some of Cade's point of view.
Harry has a talk with Dante and Ariana about the birds and the bees.
Somebody gets hurt in quidditch.
All of the above.
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Disclaimer: Lalalalala! Oh! Okay! I own all of the teenagers. To make it simple, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I also do not own the country of the USA and any city within that country. I don't own the Salem Witch Academy as that school was imagined by JK Rowling. I doubt that JK Rowling would ever be overloaded with Algebra homework and is forced to deal with an hour of the Internet on Saturday and an hour on Sunday. So, I'm not JK Rowling. But, I do own anything that was never mentioned in the hp series! Oh! And Kito's MINE MINE MINE! (Yes, you are allowed to vote for him as one of my hostages, and I will lend him to you if you promise not to be bad.)
A/N: FIFTH CHAPTER! IT HAS ONLY BEEN A WEEK! SO NO YELLING AT ME! Anyways, since I love all of you so much, I will have the boys answer everyone's reviews. Yay for you!
Deme: *paranoid glances* Don't hurt me.
Dante: *is slightly paranoid* Erp.
Kat Davi: Stop being paranoid. You know everyone loves you.
Dante: But, they may love us too much.
Deme: Yeah, they could cause a freak accident that would delete us from existence.
Kat Davi: Riiiiiiiiiiight... reviews!
Deme: Okay, to natyslacks- Kat says she's seriously freaked out by your prediction. Deme and Alexis?! They're brother and sister! They're not incest! Try a few more eliminations. *wide eyes* Ewwwww you think Alexis will fall for me? Ewww, I'd rather have A-
Dante: *claps hand over Deme's mouth* Shut up Dem, you'll give it away! Then Kat will kill you! Okay. On to Slytherin-Gryffindor gal- Glad you liked the cliffee! Nobody likes cliffhangers anymore.
Deme: Anyway, to OutofAzkaban- Kat says: Well, the problem is mostly bad, but a bit of good. And you can keep signing '143.' She remembers now. *looks at Kat* Why? What's happening?
Dante: *blinks*
Kat: I'm not saying a thing.
Dante: Alrighty then, to pyroprincess4rmeverwood- wait. You think MY sister will hook up with Deme? But that's absurd! He's too old for her!
Deme: Shut up Dante.
Kat Davi: Okay, that's all of the reviews! Enough said, on with the story!
Deme and Dante: REVIEW! *Dante mutters* You had better Not get into a relationship with her...
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Debates, Meetings, and Dreams
Alexis sat in the Gryffindor common room, munching on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. She picked out a white, sparkly bean and popped it into her mouth. Snow. Yum...
It was finally the weekend. No more orientation lectures. No more reminders about O.W.L.s. No more homework for at least another two days. Just relaxation.
Hunter sat in an armchair across from her. Ariana trudged down the steps from the girls' dormitories. She exaggerated a yawn and sat on the arm of Hunter's armchair. She stole one of his licorice wands and hummed. Alexis looked up at Hunter and frowned.
"Hey, Hunter, did you finish you homework?" she asked.
Hunter looked up and also frowned. "No, I'm going to do it Sunday night," he replied.
Alexis shook her head in dismay. "Hunter, do your homework tonight so that you don't forget to do it on Sunday," she stated.
"Can I just copy off of your homework? I can reword mine so that we don't get caught," Hunter suggested.
Ariana watched the exchange and rolled her eyes. Typical. Alexia and Hunter couldn't go a week without getting into a spat. Typical.
Alexis bent her head and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Hunter," warned Alexis.
Hunter mockingly did the same.
"Alexis," He warned.
Ariana smacked Hunter upside his head.
"Hunter, quit flirting!" Ariana exclaimed.
"I am NOT flirting!" he retorted.
Alexis snorted and accidentally bit into a vomit-flavored bean. She immediately spat it out and ate a bean that tasted like water.
Ariana sighed and swallowed a piece of licorice.
"So Lex, are you trying out for quidditch? Adella's finally going to try out this year," Ariana commented.
"Sure, why not? You two play, don't you? Along with Dante?" Alexis asked.
Ariana bobbed her head. "I play chaser, Dante plays seeker, Hunter plays beater, oh and Jacob plays chaser with me," Ariana explained.
"Who plays keeper?" Alexis asked.
"That Wood bloke in the seventh year. Dad tells me Wood's dad used to go to school with our parents," Hunter replied.
"So you don't have a beater or a chaser?" Alexis asked.
"Nope." came their answer.
Alexis nodded. "I'm used to playing seeker, but I'll try out for chaser. Who's the captain?"
"Wood." came the reply.
Dante came down the stairs from the boys' dormitories, obviously leaving the common room.
Ariana looked up at her older brother and frowned. "Hey, Dante, where are you going?" she called.
Dante looked up at the sound of his name. "Err... I'm going to the kitchens," he replied.
"But dinner was twenty minutes ago," Alexis commented.
"Oh... well... I didn't really have an appetite then," he said before leaving.
Hunter turned to his cousin and friend. "He's really horrible at lying," he commented dryly.
Alexis frowned. "He did eat a lot at dinner. Same amount he has everyday," she replied.
Ariana's eyes narrowed on the exit. "There's something he's not telling us about."
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Dante pulled on the invisibility cloak and took out the marauder's map. He tapped the map and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." A web of ink appeared on the blank parchment and soon revealed itself of a map of Hogwarts.
He ran to the seventh floor and stood in front of a tapestry depicting Barnabas, the Barmy's foolish attempt to train trolls for the ballet. He tapped the map and stowed it in his robe pocket. He looked at the once blank wall. Cade hadn't locked the door, so that's why he could see the door. Once he locked it from the inside, it would disappear. He opened the highly polished door and stepped into the room.
The room looked rather comfortable. A few love seats were scattered throughout the room along with large, comfy cushions on the floor. The room had a homelike atmosphere. He could have sworn the room was an exact replica of his Grandma Weasley's living room. He missed the cozy house he lived in with his parents and sister. His gaze traveled over the love seats and his eyes settled on the only other person in the room.
"Sullivan," he greeted.
"Potter, I was wondering when you'd show up," Cade drawled.
Dante stiffened slightly.
"Sit down, Potter," ordered Cade.
Dante sat down on a love seat and drew his knees up to his chest.
"Tell me about yourself, Potter," Cade said, a smile tugging at his lips.
"You first," Dante said quickly. He didn't exactly trust Cade when it came to giving out information.
"Alright," he paused as he thoughtfully looked at the ceiling. "My name is Cade Andrew Sullivan. I just moved here from the United States. My parents are Daniel and Raven Sullivan. I went to Phoenix Academy before I came here. I came here because I have a prophecy to fulfill."
Dante blinked. Now that was one helluva description. Not too much information, but not too little.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Your turn."
"Okay. My name is Dante James Potter. I lived in England my entire life. My parents are Harry and Virginia Potter. I've always gone to Hogwarts, I went to Puffskein Preschool and I went to a muggle school when I was five until I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts. And I don't think I have a prophecy to fulfill," Dante explained.
Cade nodded. "I asked you here, because I've experienced what Brutus Nox did to you," he said.
Dante looked away. "So you're..."
"Yes, Dante, I'm gay. So are you," Cade replied, cutting him off.
Dante sighed and rubbed his temples.
"How can I trust you? How do I know if you're just telling me all this to get me into bed?" he asked.
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. And here's a way for you to know that I'm telling the truth," Cade said and stood.
Dante tensed as Cade took off his robe and shirt. His eyes grew wide as he looked at Cade's lean torso. It was covered with scars. An especially long scar traveled the length of Cade's back.
'Whip scars,' was his first thought.
"Ever heard of sex slaves, Potter? Ever heard of Marcus Flint and all of the Big Bads? Well, they're all bisexuals and they're rapists. Kinky as hell. Don't go wandering around during the night, Potter. It's how I got into this mess. Trust me, Potter, it isn't much fun being a pleasure slave. They rob you of your dignity and they never give it back. Take it from me, Potter, it's a nightmare within itself," Cade said as he put his shirt back on and pulled on his robe.
"How did they get you?" Dante asked as he settled into a more comfortable position, sitting Indian style with his elbows resting on his knees.
Cade settled into a similar position.
"Well, Phoenix Academy isn't as well protected as Hogwarts. I used to wander through the corridors, all the time, trying to find all of the school's secrets. Well, one night I was out, exploring the dungeons--" he was cut off as a pounding came from the door.
Dante mumped off of the love seat and snatched his invisibility cloak from the floor. He ran over to Cade and swiftly draped the silvery cloth over their heads. The doorknob glowed and the door sprang open. Snape stalked into the room, his obsidian eyes roaming over the room. A sneer spread across his lips. Cade started pulling Dante towards the door. As they quietly snuck past Snape, Dante knew that Snape knew he had something to do with being in this room. They slipped through the door and hid in an alcove a ways away from the Room of Requirement.
They heard a swish of a cloak and footsteps faded away.
"He's headed towards the east tower," Cade whispered.
Cade paused and peered around the corner. It was obvious that the coast was clear for a half smile graced Cade's lips.
"You'd better get back to the Gryffindor Tower. I'll make sure Snape doesn't catch you," Cade said, his eyes seeming to glint with mischievousness.
A smile tugged at the corner of Dante's lips. Cade reminded him of a little boy, using his master plan to steal a cookie from the forbidden cookie jar.
"Don't think you're going to get out of telling the rest of the story to me. I'll meet you tomorrow night. Same place," Dante whispered.
Cade just half-smiled.
A full-fledged smile finally appeared to lighten the characteristics of Dante's face as he heard an excited, yet hushed exclamation.
"Yes!"
~*~
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Deme lay in a bed of rocks and ash. Airborne ash filled his lungs, launching him into a coughing fit. His body was throbbing from pain... burning. The throbbing's source was his left bicep. His slightly blurred gaze traveled to his arm. He winced as a burst of pain erupted on the side of his neck. Warm blood was trickling from a large, open wound on his arm. His skin was beginning to turn green around the injury. Poison. The entire side of his torso was crimson red, spotted with angry blisters. Burns. Poison, puncture wounds, and burns... dragons.
A bloodcurdling scream sounded. He hoisted himself up to see over the barrier of rocks.
"DEME!" came a scream.
Ariana. A huge silhouette was hovering in the sky over the fallen girl. Blood covered her leg.
"Ari!" he hadn't even noticed he had yelled.
He quickly stood, but immediately fell to his knees. The poison. He was woozy. He grabbed the onyx talon that hung from a braid of Griffin tail hair around his neck. The tooth glowed faintly before returning to its original state. He mustered his draining strength and flung himself out of his protective ditch. He ran across the barren wasteland and started yelling. Anything to attract the enormous beast's attention. He earned the desired affect.
The Peruvian Vipertooth's beady black eyes darted towards him. The viportooth's bat like wings seemed to block out the sun's light. The beast swooped down, a deafening bellow issuing from its wide-open maw. A hawk like screech sliced through the giant's roar.
Ariana passed out. He collapsed awaiting his death...
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Deme lunged forward, cold sweat drenching his bare torso. His breath was ragged from his nightmare. Was it a nightmare? It had seemed so real! He calmed his rapidly beating heart and got out of bed. He put on his robe (to hide the fact that he was only wearing his boxers) and slipped out of his dorm. He silently crept through the common room, through the dungeons, and up to the Gryffindor Tower.
The Fat Lady smiled like a mother at him.
"Demetrius, another dream? Tell me the password, Darling, and I'll let you go see your gang," the painting whispered.
Demetrius was fond of the woman. She didn't care that he was a Slytherin and the resident bad boy. She saw him how his friends and family saw him, and had the intelligence to not blow his cover.
"Hello Margaret," and at least he had the goodness in his heart to learn her name.
"The password is Doxy Stix," he added and smiled lightly.
"Don't stay too late, Demetrius. Don't get caught," the painting warned as she allowed him entrance.
Deme just bobbed his head and slid through the hole in the wall. He drew his wand from his robes and pointed the wand's tip at the staircase.
"Immobulus," he whispered.
He then climbed up the staircase. He quietly entered the fifth year, girls' dormitory. He knew exactly which bed belonged to Ariana.
Ever since they were kids, Ariana would hum and sing her roommates to sleep. Once she thought everyone was asleep, she would whistle or hum an eerie tune. She always said that her father taught it to her, and her father had once heard it when a gamekeeper played the song on a wooden flute. Nobody but he and Ariana noticed that someone who head the tune and was sleeping would have no nightmares.
He sighed and opened the curtain around her bed.
"Ariana," he whispered.
Illuminated, emerald eyes swiveled to focus on his form. Black brows lowered as lower lids seemed to move upwards. A single candle floated in midair, casting shadows across her delicate features. He knew her vision was slightly blurry without her glasses, so he stepped into the candle's light. He closed the curtain and displayed a small smile.
"It's me, Demetrius," he whispered.
Her luminescent eyes widened slightly.
"Demetrius..." she whispered.
She gestured for him to take a seat on her bed. He sat down, indian-style, in front of her, ignoring the awkwardness of the situation.
"Ariana, I had another nightmare. It was about you and me this time," he whispered.
"Cast silencio," she ordered softly.
He ignored the order to spell and put up a ward of silence around the bed with his mind. She rolled her eyes. He could just see what she thought about his action in her eyes. "Show off."
"Tell me about your dream... in full detail," she said and summoned a refilling quill and parchment.
"Err... well, it started out... I was lying in a bed of rocks and I was coughing from the ash in the air. The, I became aware that I was in pain--" he was cut off.
"What kind of pain?" she asked as she watched the quill write across the parchment in neat, capital letters.
"Burning...throbbing... Okay, so I looked down and my arm had an open wound with poison taking affect. And my upper right side was burnt. Then I figured out that everything that had happened had to do with dragons."
"Dragons? What kind?" Ariana asked.
"Peruvian Vipertooth. Just one," he answered and continued.
"Then I heard a scream, so I looked and there you were with the dragon hovering over you in the sky. You screamed 'Deme' and I noticed that your leg was covered in blood. So I yelled 'Ari' and tried to run to you. The poison was making me weak so I fell back to my knees. So I grabbed my Griffin claw, and it glowed a bit. Then I got out of the ditch and started yelling to bait it away from you. It roared, then I heard a screech. Then you passed out, and I fell down, waiting to die."
Ariana blinked slowly. "Wow," the word escaped her lips.
Deme snorted and slowly stood. "Thanks for listening, Ariana," he muttered.
"Demetrius, stay here. I know you want me to sing you to sleep," she replied to his back.
She magicked her curtains to stay closed until she herself opened them. She smiled as a sheepish smile tugged at his lips. He helped her clear her things away. She put a pillow in her lap and behind her head and back. She pulled a blanket up around herself. Deme laid his head down on the pillow in her lap and curled up slightly so that he wasn't lying on her legs. She put a blanket over him and began to run her fingers through his hair. He hummed in satisfaction. She blew out the candle and began to sing a soft lullaby that every Weasley knew of. He soon fell asleep, and she fell asleep to her own eerie tune.
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I don't know about you guys, but I personally love writing scenes between Deme and Ari. Ariana probably relates to me the most. But... she looks nothing like me. Oh well. And I keep wanting to call Dante Harry! It's annoying! Maybe I'll write about quidditch tryouts. I don't know. Tell me what you want. Here's a list of things to happen. Choose one and put it in your review.
Adella gets detention. The detention giver has to do something else, so he/she sends her to have detention with Kito.
You get some of Cade's point of view.
Harry has a talk with Dante and Ariana about the birds and the bees.
Somebody gets hurt in quidditch.
All of the above.
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