Immortal Conflicts

By: Myself

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. And Mikeal, Miranda and Madeline Malfoy. They're mine and if you try to take them... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you. (But it is getting kinda crowded in here. If anyone else shows up, I'm going to have to start throwing people out of windows and such. Oh wait! That's probably going to happen anyway...) And just as an extra note, the mental conversations and talking Fawkes, those aren't classified as my ideas. I actually got the idea from Saerry Snape's Not Myself.

Chapter 6

Run For Your Lives!!

In The Air




Blast it! Blast it all! she thought as she flew off, a startled Harry on her back. Who would have thought things would have turned out this way? she mused. Being hunted by her own. What was the world coming to, anyway?! She felt Harry's anxious grip on her scales and slowed her pace a bit. There wasn't any human alive that could keep up with a dragon anyway. Nevertheless an immortal dragon.

As if that has anything to do with anything, popped a voice into her head.

Oh no, she grumbled mentally and turned to glare at the phoenix that flew up next to her. What do you want, Fawkes? she asked politely.

Albus sent to me make sure the rescue went all right.

I almost get the feeling he doesn't quite trust me where the boy's concerned.

He doesn't, Fawkes quipped. Not after that stunt you pulled when he was a baby.

"And what stunt might the phoenix be talking about?" asked a curious Harry.

You can hear us?! asked both of the animals at once.

"Yes I can hear you just fine. Now would you mind answering my question?"

Well, answered Elsa. There was an incident in your childhood that I thought I could prevent and so I prevented it. It however, had an adverse affect on the stuation itself, which is why we are at the point in time that we are at, she finished cryptically.

"Could you possibly be any more vague?" asked Harry.

Don't tempt her, boy. You have absolutely no idea, replied the phoenix shaking its fiery head.

Do shut up, Fawkes.

Who's going to make me?

I am.

I dare you. I'll tear your eyes out.

I like to see you try, old man.

I may not be a spring chicken, young one, but I am definitely not an old man!

"Will you two knock it off! You two fight like an old married couple," he complained watching both creatures turn as of yet undiscovered shades of red, "and you're giving me a headache."

Well how about you butt out of our conversation then, eh, laddie? Elsa quipped.

"How about you not converse so loudly that I can hear you? How about that?"

She turned her glare onto him, wondering how this could have happened. How one of hers could have turned out... like THIS. You've turned into a horribly arrogant, insufferable, completely normal boy child. Her glare intensified, daring him to say something back.

Nice, Elsa. Really nice, chuckled Fawkes.

Sod off, you stupid, over-sized parrot!

Sticks and stones, darling... He tutted her and then flew off.

She glared after him for a while and then flew down into a clearing in the middle of a thick forest. Are you hungry, Harry? She felt the boys weight drop off her back and watched him come around and stop right in front of her face.

"Who are you and why did you save me and my family?" Harry asked, staring her down. He either didn't realize or didn't care that he was eye to eye with a dragon.

It's not important, she answered.

"Is it not important because you say so, because it's not important to YOU, or because it's not important at all."

Because it's not important at this particular time. Now, she finished, changing the subject, are you hungry or not?

He mumbled something under his breath to the affect that he was and she wandered off into the woods to find him some type of food.

On Land

Mikeal ran into the front door screaming at the top of his lungs. Two red heads and a furry black one peeked out of the study door.

What might I ask is all this fuss about?" Miranda asked, raising an irritated eyebrow.

"No time, he answered, throwing them all into the study as three hexes all hit the door at the same time.

Running acrossing the room to the fireplace, he lit the logs with wizarding fire and held out the Floo Powder jar. "Take two handfuls," he instructed. "Throw one and think of the first place that comes to mind. Second handful go to the Weasleys. No time for arguing," he said as Madeline opened her mouth to say something. "Just go. And take Sirius with you," he added, as an after thought.

"Bye, daddy," Madeline said, throwing her floo powder into the fire and hooking on arm around Sirius. "Black Mansion," she called out and in a flash of green was gone.

"Go on, Miranda," he said, urging his wife towards the fire.

"I could stay and help fight," she offered.

"No," he siad sternly.

She drew a breath and in a flash light and two mumbled words that sounded like Living Room Fireplace, but he didn't have time to think about that. As soon as his eyes cleared from the flashing light, the study door broke in under the heavy assault of curses.

"Get out of my house," he growled angrily, gripping his wand tightly in front of him. A sudden, arrogant laugh had his hair on end. "Lucius. What do you want?"

"I want your boy," the older, blonde man replied.

"He's not here."

"But if the house remains he will be back."

"Not likely," Mikeal countered, and then fell to the floor screaming as three Cruciatus curses slammed into him instantaneously.

"This brings me no joy, Mikeal. To torture my own brother like this just doesn't give me the warm and fuzzy it probably should. So just tell me where the dragon shuttled cute little Harry off to, and we'll leave the house and the rest of your immediate family alone. Continue to resist...," his cold voice trailed off. "Well, I just can't be responsible for what happens then."

"I have no idea where the dragon took Harry," he replied through gritted teeth.

"Fine," Lucius said coldly, both brothers glaring at each other, one from behind a hood, the other from behind a mask of pain and anger. "Have it your way. Finish him," he ordered the other death eaters, and with a twirling of his black cloak, Lucius Malfoy left his younger brother to whatever fate the gods had for him.

In The Hallway

"You bastard," spat Miranda Malfoy. She stood blocking the hallway some five paces in front of him scowling deeply.

"Now don't you think that's a bit much?" he asked, his smile polite.

"Shut your mouth right now Lucius or you'll have a whole lot more than the Dark Lord's wrath to worry about," she warned quietly, her wand at the ready. "Now you turn around and march your arrogant, pompous, too good for anyone but yourself arse back in there and call them off of my husband or I will curse you into the next century." There was no fear in her eyes and no hesitation in her voice.

"Now, Miranda, darling, you know I can't do that," he said quietly. He noticed her wince for one second from hearing her husband cry out in pain and took that second to his advantage. While she wasn't paying attention, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. "Miranda, this won't hurt one bit," he said, smirking, watching her eyes widen then narrow as she scowled, if possible, even more ferociously at him. "Imperio!" And feeling nothing but a pleasant numb floating sensation, Miranda Malfoy's willpower faded away.

A/N: Now what do ya think about that?

I think you've lost your mind.

Do I have to remind you that you were the one who told me to do it?

Do I have to constantly remind you that I wasn't the one who okayed it?

/Throws a book a Damien's head/ If you weren't so valuable to be...

Oh. So first I'm useless and good for nothing, and the one to blame for everything that goes wrong under the sun, and now I'm immeasurably valuable?

Will you two please shut up?

Who said that? /Looks around wildly./

I did.

And might I inquire who you are?

I'm your second muse Liam. You remember me right?

You're the one with the disappearing act right?

/Grins sheepishly./

How did I come to be cursed so? /Bangs head against wall/