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"Damn it!" Harry swore and banged his fist against the table, Usagi, who was sitting next to him, looked up startled as her toast flew from her hand and her bacon lifted of her plait.
"Steady there," Ron said looking from Harry to the table which had by now stopped quivering. It was their first day back and the prophet already had news to tell, 'Dark Lord Supposedly Mass Murders Muggles' was the latest headline.
"He just makes me so mad," Harry growled.
"And same for us Harry," Hermione whispered reaching over and patting him gingerly on the shoulder, "But you can't let it get to you so much, don't give Malfoy that satisfaction." Harry jerked up and twisted his head around, jet black hair whipping his face, and there, sure enough, was Malfoy's smirking face, Harry glared at him.
"Come on Harry, we have lessons," Said Usagi brightly taking his arm and hoisting him to his feet, "it won't be any fun without you and we don't need a fight between you and Malfoy."
---Slytherin Table---
Hikage snorted lightly when she read about the Dark Lord, "Muggle mass murder? Maybe he should aim a little higher, like obliterating the world for instance, not that is hard for some people around here," her eyes washed over Usagi momentarily.
"Blondie over there couldn't hurt a fly, what are you looking at her for?" Blaise asked; leaning back in his chair, Hikage smirked.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Hikage replied standing and leaving.
Lessons passed by well that day, nothing much happened, the teachers gave Hikage's dirty looks, Usagi came second in most of her classes, Harry sat there drooling, Ron glared at Dean as the other boy, oblivious to Ron, eyes his younger sister and Parvati and Lavender looked on in disgust as Pansy Parkinson continued to throw herself over Draco.
And now we skip to five, tired mind you, Gryffindor boys in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory, in their pyjamas and getting ready for bed and it's about ten thirty. "Night Ron," Harry called as he placed his glasses carefully on his bedside table and snuggling under his comforter.
"Night Harry, night Neville, Dean, Seamus" Ron mumbled and there was a rustle as he too settled into bed.
"Night everyone," Neville called, as did Dean and Seamus and they all fell asleep, not knowing of what was going on outside of Hogwarts or in it outside their dormitory.
---Dungeons---
Hikage sighed as she walked plainly through the walls and hallways, shortcutting her way to Dumbledore's office, true she could do with sleep but she wasn't exactly going to die if she stayed up a few hours was it? Nope. She passed Filch and Mrs Norris on her way, neither of which could see her, the joys of being a Shadow, what humans might call 'invisibility' at will.
She soon arrived at the Gargoyle that sat still and poised as if mocking her, she smirked, "You need to up your security," she told it before drifting right through and up the winding staircase to the open door. The random silver instruments clinked and clanged and twinkled in the dieing firelight.
"Dumbledore," she called and he turned in his seat to face her, fixing his gaze with hers.
"Yes," he asked waving his hand in a motion that obviously prompted her to continue.
"Voldemort wants to get to Harry and Usagi both," Dumbledore nodded, he already knew this, but how did she? "He hates muggle born because of his father; he's going to attack Granger's parents, tonight, in one hour twenty eight minutes and five seconds from now."
"You've been counting?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement but there was seriousness in his greying eyes.
"By the clock in their kitchen," she replied smirking, "Now the question I should be asking is," she paused leaning forward on his desk so her face was inches from his, "do you believe me?"
"No," she smirked showing a pair of gleaming fangs.
"Fine, the Granger's aren't of any use to me so it's not really any of my concern. I'm just worried how it will affect Harry and the golden Gryffindors," she smirked and made to leave when…
"How do you know this?" he asked and she turned back to face him smirking triumphantly.
"My kind deal with prophecies, foretelling and all of that, we plan everything to the fine point and then act, trust me Dumbledore, to me, this is all a game," she smirked and leant against the doorframe.
"You're going to trip at some point you do realise," he said.
"But falling's half the fun," and with that she swiftly left the room to leave Dumbledore to his actions, as soon as she arrived in the entrance hall she didn't go to the Slytherin dungeons but sat down and waited, in shadow form of course, no point getting caught by Filch, Mrs Norris or anyone else for that matter, now.
"Avada Kedavra," a cold, malicious voice drawled and the green light shot towards a woman in her early forties with large amounts of thick bushy hair and buck teeth, she had blue eyes that went cold and empty as she fell, dead to the floor. His eyes widened as he watched this, what was going on, not these dreams again.
"Crucio," another black cloaked, white masked figure called and a man with warm brown eyes and black hair curled up on his knees, his hair falling over his pain distorted face.
"Kill him," a high, hissing voice yelled, he recognised that voice, Voldemort, he remembered what happened last year, how Voldemort had tricked him. No one uses the same tactic twice though, it would be too obvious, he sat up in bed sweating, his eyes widened, everything was a blur.
One clammy hand reached up to brush his jet black hair from his forehead as his other fumbled over his nightstand for his glasses. Once his hand curved around the cold metal of the framework he jerked them up his nose and behind his ear, his vision slowly defining itself so that he could see properly.
He threw the covers aside and jumped into a pair of muggle jeans and a sweatshirt, his threw on a cloak, and the invisibility cloak, grabbing his Firebolt he hurried from the dormitories and out of Gryffindor tower, the light mumbling of the Fat Lady portrait echoing in the silent hallways behind him. In his haste he had forgotten the Marauder's Map so he was thankful when he reached the top of the marble staircase without meeting anyone.
He descended them and was about to cross the threshold in the January air when a sword appeared out of no where and barely touched his throat, the cool metal freezing his neck. He had to stop himself from gasping and he tried to back away and lower himself under the sword he found it descended with him, he back away and found that the tip was now pointed between his eyes. He looked up to see the smirking face of one, Hikage Tsukiyamino.
"Take the cloak off Potter, an invisibility cloak wont hide you from everything and you wouldn't want me to rip it would you?" she taunted, she was smirking and it was annoying him.
He didn't respond but chose to inspect the sword more closely, glinting blade, opal handle, wait a minute, he'd seen this sword before, "You," he breathed out.
"So you do have a brain after all," she replied lowering her sword but she was still in the doorway and he couldn't get out without her effectively stopping him.
"I've sent hat sword before, in the Ministry of Magic," he elaborated, more to confirm it with himself than anything else.
"Yes," she rolled her eyes, "we've already established that Potter but what, pray tell, are you doing down here," she glanced at her watch, 12:05, "at these late hours."
He growled, "Just get out of my way, he lowered the hood of his cloak now and was glaring at her.
"No, I don't think I will thanks," she replied cockily.
"I mean it," he held up his wand, "Or I'll curse you to hell and back," he threatened.
She strolled up to him and yanked his wand out of his hand putting her nose to his, locking eyes, "Listen to me carefully Potter, I'm only going to say this once, I am a Shadow, neither your enemy nor your friend, your threats and a piece of wood mean nothing to me," she smirked and he could see the amusement in his eyes.
"Than what?" he didn't know what to say.
"Ssh," she placed a finger against his lips, "you should take Occlumency more seriously because Harry Potter, although it's true that Voldemort has attacked the Grangers, an hour, twenty eight minutes and five seconds before it happened, I told Dumbledore and you know what, him and the Order have gone on," she drew back, "a rescue mission shall we say."
"I don't believe you," he spat, "you're just trying to delay me."
She wound her arms around his neck, "And how, Mr Potter, would that be in my interest?"
"You want me dead," he growled, uncomfortable at her actions and at the sword pressing into the small of his back.
"If that was the case, I'd let you go," there was a bustling noise coming form outside, she pushed him towards the stairs, "Get back to Gryffindor tower boy and tell no one, I'll know if you do," she smirked and ran off into the Dungeons.
Harry though waited at the top of the stairs covered by the invisibility cloak, Firebolt still in one hand. Dumbledore walked in and for one moment Harry thought that he saw Dumbledore look at him, he was followed by a tired looking Professor McGonagall, Snape, Lupin and the two people, who Harry knew to be Hermione's parents, trailing behind, starring around in wonder.
He grinned and frowned, Hikage was telling the truth? Without setting too much more thought to it he ran, as swiftly and quietly as he could, back to Gryffindor tower, and up to his awaiting bed which, surprisingly, was still warm.
The next morning Harry told Hermione and Ron about what he had dreamt and what had happened, Hermione had small tears running down her face from fear by the and of it and Ron was holding her protectively. Usagi was with Parvati and Lavender in the great hall by the time the trio arrived, sitting by them Harry explained what happened to her to.
Usagi turned in her seat and met Hikage's eyes, Usagi smiled brightly at her and Hikage nodded in recognition before breaking eye contact and leaving the Great Hall to tend to her own business.
---Charlie---
"So this is the Dragon you found Hagrid?" the red-headed man asked, turning to look at the half-giant.
"Yep, that's him," Hagrid replied, "Won't calm down for anything."
Charlie turned back to the black and purple scaled dragon, with long and thin, leathery wings arching up and down. Long white; pointed teeth breathing great balls of black and purple energy, thin, black eyes with thin yellow slits for pupils darting around and settling on Charlie. It hurled a ball of pulsating light form its open mouth that sped towards Charlie, except it met only an invisible shield and turned to nothing.
"Steady boy," Charlie said and made his way closer to the dragon with reared and roared, not listening to him in the least. Hagrid then scurried off, muttering about how he heard fang barking, Charlie raised an eyebrow at the half-giants retreating form and sighed.
This was an unknown specious to him and from me to you; he'd seen a lot of them so therefore he didn't know how to deal with this temperamental, well, beast.
"Having trouble?" he spun round and came face to face with Hikage, the girl was sitting on the fence surrounding the dragon casually, as though completely unaware of the monster just behind him.
"Are you are?" he faded out although he had a pretty good idea.
"I think already know the answer to that, I'm sure M Weasley's been complaining about me," she smirked.
"You mean my father?" he looked taken aback, what was this girl on about?
She raised an eyebrow, "No, your youngest brother, Mr Weasley," she informed smirking.
"I'm guessing you're Hikage Tsukiyamino," he answered eyeing her Slytherin robes testily.
"Don't be trivial," she chided noticing where he was looking, he turned slightly red; Ron had been right; this girl could get on anyone's nerves.
"Go back to the school," he commanded her, she snorted.
"You're in no position to give me orders Mr Weasley," she replied, still sitting, one leg over the other and arms crossed, on the fence.
"Shouldn't you be studying or something?" he asked.
"No, it's Sunday, I did all I needed to yesterday and back tot eh matter at hand," she coughed, "are you having trouble with him," she inclined her head towards the dragon which continued to roar and stomp about, chained as it was.
"What's it to you?" he spat, why were girl's, especially this one, so god damn annoying.
"So you are," she sounded delighted as she hopped off the fence and moved to stand beside him, "want some help?" she asked looking sideways at him.
"You a what, sixth year," he laughed, "I hardly think you'll be able to help."
"Don't let your big head fall off your shoulders now," was her reply and he frowned; then he noticed the dragon had stopped roaring and was now looking directly at them again.
"Whatever," he mumbled and took a horrified step backwards as the dragon bowed its head and sniffed her clothing before laying its head down before her.
"Good boy," she turned to Charlie, "Have you ever ridden a dragon?"
"Yes, loads," he replied, still starring at her in awe, it was only now, when he got a close up of the Dragon's face that he noticed the dark, sideways crescent moon etched into it's, what, forehead?
"Would you like to ride this one?" she asked.
"Why?"
"You like dragons, you like ridding them, don't you want to?" she asked walking to its neck and hopping onto it, straddling it.
"Why is it bowing to you?" he asked, still very confused as to the Dragon's schizophrenic behaviour.
"Because of what I am," was all she said, "are you coming or not?" she extended her hand to him and he took it, clambering on behind her, the dragon reared and took off, the chains broke and they soared into the sky.
He grabbed a hold of her waist; it wasn't easy to hold on to a free flying dragon, especially when one was straddling its neck. The dragon soared towards the astronomy tower, Hikage kicked it hard and it swerved around it before descending back to the ground.
Hikage jumped off and watched with a satisfied smirk as Charlie stumbled as he practically slipped off sideways, "You've been on one of these before?" he said, more of a statement than question.
Hikage, who had been absently gazing at the dragon's head, you could say that," and then she turned and went off back to the school, "he should be rather obedient now you'll find," she called over her shoulder.
A few weeks later Draco Malfoy stood waiting outside the Transfiguration classroom and a smirk crawled onto his face as he saw Harry Potter walking towards the classroom, hand in hand with Usagi Tsukino. He gave a curt nod though no one noticed, Hikage, who was walking just behind Harry and Usagi suddenly backed against the wall and a faded through it into an empty classroom.
She walked a little way and slid through the wall, sliding her hand through the back of what was on the other side of the wall and clenching her hand into a fist.
Outside the classroom when Draco had nodded, he'd been indicating to his father, whom he had helped into the castle to get ready. Harry rounded the corner and stopped to glare at Draco giving Lucius, who was under an invisibility cloak, the perfect opportunity to take Harry Potter down. Or at least stun him, memory charm the girl, or take her to, knock Draco out so it didn't look suspicious and run off to his precious, fuming, Lord.
He raised his wand, careful for only the smallest bit of the tip to exit the confines of the cloak and whispered, "Avada…" he didn't manage to say the second word when an immense cold clasped around his heart; he then felt a soft, freezing cold whisper in his ear.
"You wouldn't want to be doing that," it was obviously a girl's voice, but how was this happening?
His breath hitched, the cold in his chest was so cold he felt like his heart was going to freeze, sounds began to get louder and his pulse rate slowed down as his heart beat slower and slower.
"Do you want the pain to stop?" the voice taunted, "do you want to feel warm again or would rather freeze from the inside out; I could kill you now you know?"
He gasped and breathed out, "Let go," then it went black and he collapsed.
Hikage drew back into the deserted classroom and returned to what human's would call a normal state, "I can't wait for the battle to start," she whispered to herself, "I haven't had a good fight in ages."
The cloak slipped off his head and shoulders, only fastened round his neck as he collapsed to the floor, "Father!" Draco exclaimed and moved towards him. Usagi looked horrified, Draco checked for a pulse, it was slow and very faint but it was there but why was his father so cold.
"Harry, what's wrong with him?" Usagi had time to gasp when…
"What is going on here?" demanded the angry voice of Professor McGonagall, they all swirled around and there she was, with Professor Flitwick peeping from behind her and further down the corridor, with a smirk on her face, Hikage.
It took forever to write b/c I had to get over my writers block, horrible nasty, f- anyway! :-D
If you like Usagi x HP character pairings check out my ONESHOT series plz and Q.
Anyway, v. sorry I haven't updated in like forever and here it is and next chapter we're going to have a lot of Voldemort scenes, a bit of Harry x Usagi action, Blaise x Hikage (I like this pairing, it's practically OCxOC so don't get huffy, J. K. Rowling owns the name, I own his character!) and a handful of Ron x Hermione. Lucius gets interviewed and Draco gets a little bit ticked in the wrong direction.
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