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Disclaimer: Alrighty then... 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. JK Rowling isn't stressed out from concert band and choir concerts. 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.) I do not own Drusilla. I couldn't help using her in the story. I couldn't find any evil woman that served the role in my story.
A/N: Chapter eleven! Yay! This one is short and it took me very long to write. I had MAJOR writer's block, I didn't update for a while, and I feel like I've spent too much of my attention on They Doth Deny Too Much. So I'm trying to get more chapters out on the series. I actually did not want to write this plot chapter so quickly... but I couldn't think of anything else. Since I only got four reviews (once again) and I'm ready to quit writing the end of the trilogy, I put in a huge plot chapter that will hopefully earn me some more reviews. So unless you want me to stop writing this story, you'd better start reviewing! I'd better have more than five reviews this time! Oh, and since I got so few reviews, I'm not even going to answer. I'm sorry to you guys who reviewed. Blame it on the nonreviewers.
ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: TO ALL YOU ARTISTS OUT THERE! IF YOU HAD A FAVORITE SCENE (NOT A SEX SCENE MIND YOU) AND YOU ARE SKILLED AT DRAWING, PLEASE DRAW A PICTURE OF THAT SCENE AND EMAIL ME IF YOU CAN GET IT ONTO THE INTERNET. I WOULD LOVE TO BE ABLE TO SHOW ALL OF MY READERS EXACTLY HOW A SCENE LOOKED! THE SCENE CAN BE FROM ANY BOOKS OF THIS TRILOGY, AND IT CAN ALSO BE FROM MY OTHER STORIES, THEY DOTH DENY TOO MUCH (AS THAT HAS MORE MEMORABLE SCENES) AND HOLD ON (MY SONG FIC). THANK YOU.
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Kidnapped
Dante stared into the fire, his mind wandering from his night watch. His psyche was focused on a yellow-eyed, raven-haired boy. Dante never thought he would miss Cade. True, he had feelings for the guy, but Dante did not know how deep those feeling ran. Cade was a unique individual. He saw things in a more different light than most. Cade's past gave the boy a reality that told no lies.
Dante remembered the night Cade told him everything.
Dante sat on a comfortable sofa, watching Cade drift in his thoughts. Deme had graciously allowed them to meet in his quarters.
"So what happened when you were exploring the dungeons?" Dante asked.
"Marcus Flint was visiting our school. Inspecting the school or something. His goons were in the dungeons. I heard them talking about putting bad apples into to school as spies. They caught me. They thought I'd spill to the headmaster... so they took me. Flint wrote a fake note in my mother's hand and took me away...Flint took me back to his mansion, and you can guess the rest.
But I heard a lot. So Flint put a curse on me. I couldn't tell anybody what I heard, and if I did... somebody whom I loved would die. Thus the prophecy. I have to kill Flint, and he's destined to be in the next dark Lord's inner circle. So I have to help in the next fight and kill Flint."
Dante was silent for a moment before speaking. "Well, that's putting it bluntly," he commented.
A smirk played across Cade's lips. "You could say that."
Dante frowned in thought. Ever since Cade finished his tale, Dante had thought a lot about murder. Cade would probably be a murderer once this was all over. What would it be like to murder? Like Voldemort, some murderers had an addiction to killing. But like his Uncle Draco, some murderers killed out of revenge... often duty.
Dante frowned in thought as he stared up at the cream colored ceiling of the Room of Requirement. He became uncomfortable as he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned slowly to face the source of his paranoia. Rustic gold met aquamarine, and a silent conversation ensued.
What?
A raised eyebrow.
I didn't say a word.
Why were you looking at me?
Cade's head tilted forward slightly.
Do I need a reason?
Dante frowned.
Never mind.
Dante was startled out of his reveries when someone said his name. He frowned and looked around. Everyone was sleeping.
"Down here Potter!" someone hissed.
Dante looked down and saw a head nestled within the flames.
"Cade!" he exclaimed.
"Hush! You'll wake them up!" Cade hissed.
Dante's brow furrowed. "Why did you fire call? And how did you find me?" he asked in a whisper.
"I used a tracking spell through the fireplace. Dante, you have to be careful. Brutus Nox... He's in some kind of a clan. I can't tell you about this. We could be intercepted. But listen. A dark cloud has settled over Hogwarts, and it's spreading.
Lupin has been teaching in Kito's place. All the teachers have been preparing us. Lupin's drilling us on fighting the Imperius. Old Pince is now taking us for free periods. Every fifth year and up has to read almost every book in the restricted section. Flitwick's teaching us hexes, and Snape and McGonagall are working together to turn us all into animagis. Dante, the quidditch pitch has been turned into a physical combat field.
Something big is coming, and I don't like it. Professor Trelawney has been going into trances. Real trances. Step into the fire, and I'll show you," Cade explained.
Dante hesitantly slid into the lukewarm fire and landed on his feet beside Cade in Dumbledore's office. Cade took Dante's hand and brought him to Dumbledore's pensieve. Cade tapped the silver liquid with the tip of his wand, and the heavily beaded woman appeared on the surface of the bowl's contents.
"GROWN THE RESURRECTED CHILD SHALL BE WHEN HE RETURNS TO HIS FOLLOWERS! THE BLOODIED SKIES SHALL CRY OVER THE BATTLEFIELD WHERE OUR SAVIOR AND THE DARK ONE SHALL DUAL FOR THE FATE OF THE TWO WORLDS!" The woman prophesized in a hoarse yell.
Cade looked to Dante. Dante took his chance to take a lasting observation of his confidante. The once strikingly black of Cade's hair seemed faded and in need of a good trim. Stress lines seemed to be forming over Cade's forehead. Lines of stern concentration formed a strange bridge between Cade's dark brows. Rusted gold optics seemed emotionless, lifeless. A shadow of black stubble contrasted against the now tanned skin of Cade's jaw line. Cade was dressed in a ragged shirt and grass stained jeans. Cade's entire aura and stance radiated guarded.
Dante subconsciously lifted his hand to skim his fingertips over Cade's jaw.
"Do you know anything about this prophecy?" Cade asked, unconsciously leaning into Dante's touch.
"No... I wish you could come back with me," Dante said.
"Why?" Cade asked, shifting closer to the slightly shorter boy.
"I'm lonely," Dante answered.
"Hogwarts needs me. I can't go with you," Cade replied.
"Then I'll stay here." His voice box betrayed his confused mind.
"No, Dante. You have to help Adella find Blaise and Mystik," Cade explained.
"When will I see you again?" Dante asked.
"Soon," Cade answered.
Dante was suddenly overwhelmed by Cade's scent. Cedar wood, sweat, and dew. He stepped closer. Cade leaned forward. Dante closed his eyes in anticipation—
"Mr. Potter. It is beginning to rain at your campsite. I am afraid you must leave," Albus Dumbledore said softly as he suddenly appeared atop the steps that led into his office.
Before Dante could leave, Cade gathered the smaller teen in his arms. Dante was quit surprised as he was released. He stumbled into the blue flames in the fireplace. He reappeared outside of the cave that his companions were sleeping in. He was just in time, for the slowly thickening rain snuffed the rest of the flames.
"What did they tell you?" came a voice from the shadows.
Dante yelped and fell backward. Harry stepped out of the shadows, his hair matted from the rain.
"Just some stuff," Dante answered quickly.
"You can tell me, Son,
Harry said, stepping towards Dante.
The hair at the nape of Dante's neck stood on end. Something wasn't right.
"Dad?" he asked tentatively.
"Dante! Run!" someone yelled.
"Gag him!" Harry yelled as his green eyes turned brown.
Polyjuice potion. He quickly ran off, dodging trees and taking an imaginary trail. He heard many quick footfalls behind him.
'Dante! Follow me!' came a feminine voice within his mind.
He saw a flash of white and golden optics. He followed the white blur that lead him around the turns. He had no idea where he was. He was blind in the surrounding darkness.
'Branch!' came her sound of alert.
Dante quickly ducked, narrowly avoiding a serious concussion.
'Dante! We're down here!' came Driretlan's psychic voice.
Kito suddenly appeared and pulled Dante to the ground within a large thicket. They crouched in silence as they heard their attackers run by. Dante immediately looked around, counting heads.
"Where's Deme?"
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Deme growled as he fought against the ropes that bound him to a chair.
"Don't even try to transform. These ropes are spelled to be unbreakable. So if you change, you'll strange yourself," a woman said.
Deme merely glared at the woman who stood before him, unable to form a word from the silencing spell over his vocal cords.
"Do you know who I am, Demetrius Malfoy?" she asked, her voice as silky as the strings from the web of a black widow.
Deme broke through the spell of silence. "I really don't give a shit," he growled.
The woman began to circle him like a predator.
"Sow powerful and yet... so stupid. My dear child does not know who he is speaking to," she cooed.
"I am not your child!" he growled.
"No... but you'll soon be," she whispered into his ear.
"You're crazy," he said.
"No. I'm Drusilla," she hissed.
A sudden pain erupted within the crook of Deme's neck. A vampiress.
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Do you like? I swear to Merlin! If I do not get more than five reviews, I'll be out for the kill and I'll stop writing this story! Well...a month's suspension will be enough. –evil grin- Oh... and I have found that ff.net doesn't accept my little stars anymore. –pout- REVIEW!
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Disclaimer: Alrighty then... 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. JK Rowling isn't stressed out from concert band and choir concerts. 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.) I do not own Drusilla. I couldn't help using her in the story. I couldn't find any evil woman that served the role in my story.
A/N: Chapter eleven! Yay! This one is short and it took me very long to write. I had MAJOR writer's block, I didn't update for a while, and I feel like I've spent too much of my attention on They Doth Deny Too Much. So I'm trying to get more chapters out on the series. I actually did not want to write this plot chapter so quickly... but I couldn't think of anything else. Since I only got four reviews (once again) and I'm ready to quit writing the end of the trilogy, I put in a huge plot chapter that will hopefully earn me some more reviews. So unless you want me to stop writing this story, you'd better start reviewing! I'd better have more than five reviews this time! Oh, and since I got so few reviews, I'm not even going to answer. I'm sorry to you guys who reviewed. Blame it on the nonreviewers.
ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: TO ALL YOU ARTISTS OUT THERE! IF YOU HAD A FAVORITE SCENE (NOT A SEX SCENE MIND YOU) AND YOU ARE SKILLED AT DRAWING, PLEASE DRAW A PICTURE OF THAT SCENE AND EMAIL ME IF YOU CAN GET IT ONTO THE INTERNET. I WOULD LOVE TO BE ABLE TO SHOW ALL OF MY READERS EXACTLY HOW A SCENE LOOKED! THE SCENE CAN BE FROM ANY BOOKS OF THIS TRILOGY, AND IT CAN ALSO BE FROM MY OTHER STORIES, THEY DOTH DENY TOO MUCH (AS THAT HAS MORE MEMORABLE SCENES) AND HOLD ON (MY SONG FIC). THANK YOU.
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Kidnapped
Dante stared into the fire, his mind wandering from his night watch. His psyche was focused on a yellow-eyed, raven-haired boy. Dante never thought he would miss Cade. True, he had feelings for the guy, but Dante did not know how deep those feeling ran. Cade was a unique individual. He saw things in a more different light than most. Cade's past gave the boy a reality that told no lies.
Dante remembered the night Cade told him everything.
Dante sat on a comfortable sofa, watching Cade drift in his thoughts. Deme had graciously allowed them to meet in his quarters.
"So what happened when you were exploring the dungeons?" Dante asked.
"Marcus Flint was visiting our school. Inspecting the school or something. His goons were in the dungeons. I heard them talking about putting bad apples into to school as spies. They caught me. They thought I'd spill to the headmaster... so they took me. Flint wrote a fake note in my mother's hand and took me away...Flint took me back to his mansion, and you can guess the rest.
But I heard a lot. So Flint put a curse on me. I couldn't tell anybody what I heard, and if I did... somebody whom I loved would die. Thus the prophecy. I have to kill Flint, and he's destined to be in the next dark Lord's inner circle. So I have to help in the next fight and kill Flint."
Dante was silent for a moment before speaking. "Well, that's putting it bluntly," he commented.
A smirk played across Cade's lips. "You could say that."
Dante frowned in thought. Ever since Cade finished his tale, Dante had thought a lot about murder. Cade would probably be a murderer once this was all over. What would it be like to murder? Like Voldemort, some murderers had an addiction to killing. But like his Uncle Draco, some murderers killed out of revenge... often duty.
Dante frowned in thought as he stared up at the cream colored ceiling of the Room of Requirement. He became uncomfortable as he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned slowly to face the source of his paranoia. Rustic gold met aquamarine, and a silent conversation ensued.
What?
A raised eyebrow.
I didn't say a word.
Why were you looking at me?
Cade's head tilted forward slightly.
Do I need a reason?
Dante frowned.
Never mind.
Dante was startled out of his reveries when someone said his name. He frowned and looked around. Everyone was sleeping.
"Down here Potter!" someone hissed.
Dante looked down and saw a head nestled within the flames.
"Cade!" he exclaimed.
"Hush! You'll wake them up!" Cade hissed.
Dante's brow furrowed. "Why did you fire call? And how did you find me?" he asked in a whisper.
"I used a tracking spell through the fireplace. Dante, you have to be careful. Brutus Nox... He's in some kind of a clan. I can't tell you about this. We could be intercepted. But listen. A dark cloud has settled over Hogwarts, and it's spreading.
Lupin has been teaching in Kito's place. All the teachers have been preparing us. Lupin's drilling us on fighting the Imperius. Old Pince is now taking us for free periods. Every fifth year and up has to read almost every book in the restricted section. Flitwick's teaching us hexes, and Snape and McGonagall are working together to turn us all into animagis. Dante, the quidditch pitch has been turned into a physical combat field.
Something big is coming, and I don't like it. Professor Trelawney has been going into trances. Real trances. Step into the fire, and I'll show you," Cade explained.
Dante hesitantly slid into the lukewarm fire and landed on his feet beside Cade in Dumbledore's office. Cade took Dante's hand and brought him to Dumbledore's pensieve. Cade tapped the silver liquid with the tip of his wand, and the heavily beaded woman appeared on the surface of the bowl's contents.
"GROWN THE RESURRECTED CHILD SHALL BE WHEN HE RETURNS TO HIS FOLLOWERS! THE BLOODIED SKIES SHALL CRY OVER THE BATTLEFIELD WHERE OUR SAVIOR AND THE DARK ONE SHALL DUAL FOR THE FATE OF THE TWO WORLDS!" The woman prophesized in a hoarse yell.
Cade looked to Dante. Dante took his chance to take a lasting observation of his confidante. The once strikingly black of Cade's hair seemed faded and in need of a good trim. Stress lines seemed to be forming over Cade's forehead. Lines of stern concentration formed a strange bridge between Cade's dark brows. Rusted gold optics seemed emotionless, lifeless. A shadow of black stubble contrasted against the now tanned skin of Cade's jaw line. Cade was dressed in a ragged shirt and grass stained jeans. Cade's entire aura and stance radiated guarded.
Dante subconsciously lifted his hand to skim his fingertips over Cade's jaw.
"Do you know anything about this prophecy?" Cade asked, unconsciously leaning into Dante's touch.
"No... I wish you could come back with me," Dante said.
"Why?" Cade asked, shifting closer to the slightly shorter boy.
"I'm lonely," Dante answered.
"Hogwarts needs me. I can't go with you," Cade replied.
"Then I'll stay here." His voice box betrayed his confused mind.
"No, Dante. You have to help Adella find Blaise and Mystik," Cade explained.
"When will I see you again?" Dante asked.
"Soon," Cade answered.
Dante was suddenly overwhelmed by Cade's scent. Cedar wood, sweat, and dew. He stepped closer. Cade leaned forward. Dante closed his eyes in anticipation—
"Mr. Potter. It is beginning to rain at your campsite. I am afraid you must leave," Albus Dumbledore said softly as he suddenly appeared atop the steps that led into his office.
Before Dante could leave, Cade gathered the smaller teen in his arms. Dante was quit surprised as he was released. He stumbled into the blue flames in the fireplace. He reappeared outside of the cave that his companions were sleeping in. He was just in time, for the slowly thickening rain snuffed the rest of the flames.
"What did they tell you?" came a voice from the shadows.
Dante yelped and fell backward. Harry stepped out of the shadows, his hair matted from the rain.
"Just some stuff," Dante answered quickly.
"You can tell me, Son,
Harry said, stepping towards Dante.
The hair at the nape of Dante's neck stood on end. Something wasn't right.
"Dad?" he asked tentatively.
"Dante! Run!" someone yelled.
"Gag him!" Harry yelled as his green eyes turned brown.
Polyjuice potion. He quickly ran off, dodging trees and taking an imaginary trail. He heard many quick footfalls behind him.
'Dante! Follow me!' came a feminine voice within his mind.
He saw a flash of white and golden optics. He followed the white blur that lead him around the turns. He had no idea where he was. He was blind in the surrounding darkness.
'Branch!' came her sound of alert.
Dante quickly ducked, narrowly avoiding a serious concussion.
'Dante! We're down here!' came Driretlan's psychic voice.
Kito suddenly appeared and pulled Dante to the ground within a large thicket. They crouched in silence as they heard their attackers run by. Dante immediately looked around, counting heads.
"Where's Deme?"
-
Deme growled as he fought against the ropes that bound him to a chair.
"Don't even try to transform. These ropes are spelled to be unbreakable. So if you change, you'll strange yourself," a woman said.
Deme merely glared at the woman who stood before him, unable to form a word from the silencing spell over his vocal cords.
"Do you know who I am, Demetrius Malfoy?" she asked, her voice as silky as the strings from the web of a black widow.
Deme broke through the spell of silence. "I really don't give a shit," he growled.
The woman began to circle him like a predator.
"Sow powerful and yet... so stupid. My dear child does not know who he is speaking to," she cooed.
"I am not your child!" he growled.
"No... but you'll soon be," she whispered into his ear.
"You're crazy," he said.
"No. I'm Drusilla," she hissed.
A sudden pain erupted within the crook of Deme's neck. A vampiress.
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Do you like? I swear to Merlin! If I do not get more than five reviews, I'll be out for the kill and I'll stop writing this story! Well...a month's suspension will be enough. –evil grin- Oh... and I have found that ff.net doesn't accept my little stars anymore. –pout- REVIEW!
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