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Harry and Malachi was walking through the empty corridors. Harry felt weird being at the school before everyone else. Dumbledore had told him that there would be a delay in Ron and Hermione's coming, but all would be fine. "So, where ya from?" Harry asked, making a feeble attempt at conversation.

"Louisiana," Malachi simply replied.

"So, what's Adelle like as a sister?" Harry asked.

"Wouldn't know. I just found out that I had a sister, and a sister like her no less," Malachi replied as if the word were a curse.

They had spent the day walking around the castle, from the dungeons (which was avoided for the most part) to the astronomy tower and everything in between. Harry had begun to teach Malachi some of the magic she had to know, mostly practical stuff seeing as the female did not yet own a wand.

After dinner Harry had taken Malachi to the Quidditch pitch and begun to teach her about the bloody wizard sport, Quidditch. She grasped the concept quickly and seemed to enjoy the sport. But after a few minutes of smiles from her, the smiles melted and came a fearful frown. Something was stalking the human boy. Something powerful.

"Tell no one of what you are about to see," Malachi demanded. Harry nodded, thoroughly confused. Then he saw her strip off every article of clothing she was wearing and morphed into an over grown wolf. She stalked into the shadows and began growling at something that growled back. Leaping from out of a considerably dark shadow, was a beautiful black leopard, a deadly, near silent and merciless hunter. The two growled and circled each other, then the leopard hissed and sat back on its hind quarters and swatted at the werewolf. When the leopard had swatted at the werewolf, Malachi had latched onto its paw.

Giving off a horrid part shriek, part growl, it flung Malachi from its paw and had begun its attack. Blood, fur and cries went in every direction before the two collapsed, both breathing heavily, the leopard was struggling to get up. Malachi just laid there, several bones poking from all angles, blood poured from several opened wounds, and her breathing was getting slower. Slowly, the werewolf shifted forms and Harry stared at her broken body.

Harry spun around as he heard the cracking of someone's joints. He was shocked from who he saw, it was Adelle. She had a few wounds, but they only looked like deep scratches. She looked up into the moonless sky and blew a two fingered kiss into the dark velvet sky.

"Get her into the castle before she bleeds to death, the stupid mutt," Adelle said, as the night enveloped her...

A few days later, Malachi woke back up in the infirmary. She cursed her luck as she tried to remember what had happened. Then she remembered, a stupid cat had been stalking the human she was with. She silently hoped she had killed it as she shifted forms again, now outside, and slipped back into the forest.

"Where do you think you are going?" Adelle asked, grabbing the scruff of Malachi's neck. Malachi growled and Adelle plunged into Malachi's mind, forcing her to shift into human form.

"Leave me alone," Malachi snapped at the stupid leech that couldn't leave her alone, now really making her do things against her will. At least she would be strong soon, a full moon was due soon.

"No, I won't now get back into that damned infirmary, and I don't give two shits about the damn nurse," her sister roared. There was something lurking behind Adelle's eyes that sparked Malachi's curiosity. Remembering that she was a telepath, she projected the thought of, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, now go. I know there are some men looking for you, so get in the blasted castle!" Adelle roared, something wasn't right, something Malachi couldn't place. Defiantly, Malachi shifted into her werewolf form and ran from her vampire sister.

Malachi gasped in pain as all of her injuries made themselves known. Quickly she dove into the river and doused herself head to toe in the frigid water, washing away the scent of blood, then continued to run on. All of her wounds had long sense stopped bleeding, and were well on there way to healing, however, it didn't stop the agonizing ache of throbbing flesh; boy was she going to hurt in the morning, if only she could make it through until then.

The stupid vampy girl frightened her, but she wouldn't admit it; having someone make you do something against your will, for there own, it was really terrifying and had never happened before. She was still trying to overcome to emotional shock of her pack actually turning their backs on her once her father was gone.

Turning her over to the vamps was one of the worse shames any werewolf could uphold! And she, Adelle, just wanted to roll over and bare her stomach like some submissive pup? She really didn't know why she bothered, after all, it wasn't everyday you got insulted, disowned, beaten, find out magic is real, get beaten, get nearly burned to death, get beaten, and then be turned over to your mortal enemy, then given to a human to show you how to fit in, and get nearly killed by a stupid, over grown house cat. It actually hurt a lot, but she would never admit that; she just needed some time to let everything sink in, but no one was giving her that time.

So that was why she was running through the forest at top speed, ignoring every injury she had sustained in order to put as much distance between her and the school as possible. Finally, after passing several nests of rather large spiders and many packs of unicorns, she stopped at a cliff outcropping, taking shelter for the currently building storm. That was another problem she had, but it made sense when Adelle had explained it. She was a half elf, wood elf according the vampy woman, who really wasn't a full vampire just a half breed like herself. Also, they shared the same blood through their mother. Well, what else could happen? It surely explained the weird weather that always happened around her.

Like once, when they were in a heavy drout, she'd gotten really sad becase a couple of her animal friends had died from thirst, and she'd cried hard. The next thing she knew everywhere around her rain poured from the skies, but their wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sun shone brightly in the sky, and nothing seemed to be upset, other than it was raining cats and dogs and there was no apparent reason for it. That had happened when she'd been...four hundred or so, give or take a century. From there she had experimented, but nothing had ever happened, so she had thought it was mere coincidence that whenever she was highly emotional, something weird with the weather would occur. She shuddered to think of all the incidents she couldn't explain, thinking that she was someone special who could control the weather. How wrong she had thought she'd been back then, but how right it was now.

Rain started to pour as her emotions, bottled up for hundreds of years, suddenly began spilling over, one emotion clashing with another. Adelle, it made sense, she must really be her sister, and father, he must have known because he always watched her funny when something strange would happen. And then he must have told the pack leader, because they tollerated her a bit better then other halfbreed outcasts...It all fit together now. How was she to explain everything to her animal friends, knowing now that they were missing her. How could she explain her complex life to such simple minded beasts?

Sadness quickly faded into anger, however, unleashing a tide of thunder and lightening. How dare they throw all of this on her? What had she done to deserve this punishment her life had become? Who did Adelle think she was, barging in on her carefully constructed life, strutting around her weight, ordering her to do things? She had absolutely no family whatsoever in the world accept a half sister who was obviously deluded into thinking she would obey her every command just because the almighty Adelle had issued it.

Anger slowly faded into pity, however, when she realized that Adelle was in the same boat as her, having lost quite a lot more than she had. All she'd lost was her pack's little respect for her and her father. Adelle had lost a whole country. . . jeez would her mum be mad as hell if she were alive. How could one person loose an entire country in one day? And she couldn't even imagine what was up with her and her father. Then again, how could she watch half her pack die in one day? It all led up to that bastard of a man, Voldemort. He'd said that he wanted to come back in one week to see if she had decided and she couldn't help but wonder if he gave Adelle the same proposition...

Pity quickly faded into confusion and worry. What would happen if she refused? Could she risk the lives of her former pack, who had rudely turned their back on one of their one? Could she say no, and face the wrath of a man she knew without a doubt would kill her the second the denial flew from her trembling lips?

Now hunched over in her wolf form against the sudden raging winds that ripped through the canopied trees and tossed aside old dead logs as if they weighed nothing more than a feather. Confusing thoughts ran through her head and she carefully spent the next few hours attempting to sort them out. It wouldn't do to be captured with the thunder storm still raged inside as well as outside. Wearily she finally gave into exhaustion, slumping down to the ground in order to rest her weary body, much abused from the last week or so of her life...

Adelle was still cursing up a storm when she picked up on Malachi's thoughts. Blushing hotly and not wanting to invade her sister's privacy, she carefully hid in a tree near the outcropping where her sister sat motionless. But the sudden, raw blast of power and the changing weather, it was obvious what kind of wood elf the girl had become. Elementals were extremely rare. So rare in fact that they were treated, no matter how low a class they had, like they were a prince or princess themselves. It was just as rare as halfbreeds, especially vampiric halfbreeds, which weren't supposed to live because of the molecular structure of the vampires and whatever else they breed with.

Vampires are known for their violence, and their need to destroy. Vampiric halfbreeds are rare for the main reason is they are at war with every human-like being in existence, it was a wonder why they were at the top of the food chain and thriving like mad. But for some reason, Adelle's mother had gotten the idea of producing s child with the Elder, or king of vampires, and being the Grand Lady, she was granted permission to keep the child, even though no one can outright tell the Grand Lady she can or can't do something.

Carefully she watched the emotionless face of the wolf form below her, watching only the eyes, as they were the only thing that betrayed her inner thoughts. It wouldn't be long before the girl realized her mistakes and returned with her. Of that she was confident; anyone who was able to escape her notice with half a brain was obviously smart enough to work through a trauma such as this without help...well, much help anyway. It looked as if she would be carrying a weary pup back home to the castle.

If only Malachi wouldn't bite her when she picked her up, but even that wouldn't bother Adelle. The most she would ever sustain from a pureblood werewolf would be an irritating rash and some torn flesh that could heal in seconds, but from the halfbreed, probably puncture marks. Carefully, once she was sure Malachi was soundly asleep many hours later, she scooped and picked up the sopping wet mass, brushing her thoughts briefly to bring dreamless sleep and nothing more. Then, she turned and headed back to the castle...

Malachi woke up. She didn't groan, she didn't move, she didn't flutter her eyelids, and she didn't change her breathing. All that belayed her wakefulness was that her mind suddenly snapped to attention, like there was some kind of danger near by.

It proved to be true when she opened her eyes and spotted the evil witch lady standing over her with a potion in hand. Before she could so much as blink in protest, the woman opened her mouth and in the potion went. Sputtering she swallowed harshly, the potion going down the wrong way leaving her a coughing mass and red faced from embarressment.

"Bloody woman!" she finally snarled, throwing the offered glass of water at her. It was then that she realized the effects of the potion and slunk back down to the bed in a boneless heap.

"If you'd taken the potions in the first place, I wouldn't have to use that one on you," the medi-witch said sadly, quickly waving her wand at her outfit and drying the mess, repairing the glass cup and setting it on the bedside table.

"Now be a good girl and take the rest," the woman admonished, opening the slack mouth and pouring in another potion, which was swallowed without much resistance due to the face that her throat, as well as her body, felt bonelessly relaxed as if she taken a perscription that made one drowsy.

She couldn't even turn her head away as her body did the natural thing and swallowed. The last potion, which didn't taste too bad, tasted of fresh strawberries and blueberries. A rather strange combination, but it tasted alright. It was then that she realized her mind was wandering as the medi-witch pointed her want at the completely relaxed female and began doing spells on her.

Malachi felt her eyelids get heavy, and a tingling sensation started at her toes and worked it way up her body. About midway her eyes closed of their own accord and she was asleep, not noticing the several pairs of eyes that were watching her.

"Didn't know she had such a good aim when disoriented, you might want to remember that Harry, as you tend to piss people off rather quickly," Adelle said absently, feeling that she had somehow connected to her sister in the short time they had spent together. Malachi made the cutest noises when she was sleep, and that made Adelle think twice, because she most certainly did not think about cuteness.

Malachi whimpered in her sleep, her eyes moving rapidly under her lids, seemingly flinching every now and then. Madam Pomfry quickly finished healing the girl and she stepped over, brushing hair out of Malachi's face. Seemingly affected by the touch, Malachi turned into her sister's touch, as if she craved any attention that wasn't filled with violence. War and capture had been a big part of the battles between vampires and werewolves. Being the runt of the pack, she was often spotted as the weakened link and ganged up on often, being kidnapped no less than forty times in her entire life. It was a very depressing thought for one as young as she. But Adelle didn't know this, so she thought it was strange that her sister would turn into her touch like she had, especially under such heavy drugs. With a mental shrug, she removed her hand and turned to leave.

"Let me know when she wakes up," she called over her shoulder, shutting the door in Harry's face as he tried to follow her. Harry wondered what was going on, but somehow he had a feeling that if he left to go talk to Professor Dumbledore, he'd have hell to pay with Adelle. He stopped to think, what if she's in the Slytherin common room when she wakes up? He shrugged and sat down next to Malachi, absent mindedly stroking and playing with her dark red hair...

"What are you doing?" Malachi demanded from Harry, still playing with her hair. Realizing what he was doing, Harry quickly dropped the lock of hair she was playing with.

"Nothing. I gotta go get Adelle," Harry said, rushing from the room. He leaned against the cool stone of the wall when he heard someone coming towards him.

"You like my sister?" Adelle asked. Uncontrollably, Harry nodded. She was pretty, he loved her dark hair and her troubled eyes. What had put the icing on the cake was when she protected him from the leopard, which happened to be Adelle.

"She protected me from you for no reason. She could have let you do what ever you were going to do," Harry said.

"It's not in her nature. Just know this, if you hurt her, or make her do anything she does not want to do, you will suffer a terrible death. As for me, I wasn't going to do anything. But if you tell any being of what you witnessed you will not have to worry about Lord Voldemort, because you'd be dead," Adelle said, walking into the infirmary. Harry closed his eyes and listened to the conversation between sisters. . .

"Why am I back in this blasted place? I wanted to heal on my own," Malachi said as soon as Adelle stepped over the threshold. "The evil witch lady is not natural," she added.

"You are here because this is the safest place for you. . . " Adelle said simply, sitting down. However, Malachi stared at her, blinking in confusion. "It's just a pocket of air, you'll get used to me sitting down without a chair; those things are unnaturally hard. . . " Adelle shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah, well, your gonna have to get used to it. If what you guys are telling me, then your gonna be going to school here. That's all they have. If your trying to fit in, it's gonna look strange to see you simply floating in midair. . . is that watermelon?" Malachi sat up and looked at the house elf that walked in.

"Yes miss, Dobby has watermelon for miss to eat. Madam says it's good to eat when healing. Anything else miss?" the meek house elf asked hopefully.

"Have you an extra pillow? I would like to sit up, however, this large gash here seems to prevent it from happening for very long. . . "

"Ohh yes miss, right away miss. . . " the house elf disappeared with a pop, startling Malachi. A pillow suddenly appeared behind her, lifting her up in bed. Malachi refused to let any emotion show on her face as this happened. Adelle placed the tray of random fruit in her lap and Malachi dug in.

"This is good, want some?" Malachi asked, nudging a bowl toward her sister.

"No, thank you," the girl replied, looking at the fruit in extreme distaste.

"So," Malachi started around a bite full.

"So," Adelle tried to think of something to say.

"Why did you attack Potter?" Malachi asked out of the blue, Adelle was shocked, or as shocked as an elf would allow to show on her face.

"How did you know that?" She demanded.

"I'm a halfbreed, but even then my sense of smell is superb. So spill," Malachi demanded, pointing her fork at the half vampire.

"It's rude to point," Adelle told her absently, hoping to sidetrack her sister from telling her.

"It's rude to attack people without giving a damn good reason, so spill!" Damn Malachi and her stubborn mind. She really wasn't gonna give up anytime soon. Adelle just stared at her sister emotionless for quite sometime before coming up with an excuse.

"I was observing you, how you are reacting with a human so I can get some form of idea of how you are going to react with a castle full of the disgusting creatures. I followed you two to the stadium and watched from the shadows, making sure he wouldn't try anything, when I realized I didn't drink the suppressant that the Potions master had created for me. I got a bit thirsty and he was the only human there," Adelle explained.

"What makes you think that I plan on staying in a castle full of humans? They stink and they're incompetent..." Malachi hissed, glaring slightly.

"Me. As your older sister, and now guardian of you, I demand that you attend this school and learn the use of a wand..." Malachi cut Adelle off before she could continue.

"Ohh, that's rich, so now you believe in magic? Let me tell you something girl, Magic doesn't not exist in the form that you think it does. Wands are useless and there only pieces of wood with stupid animal hairs in them. Get over yourself! I am not in anyway related to you!" She snapped, tossing back her blankets and stalking toward the bathroom. Adelle just frowned and stalked toward the door, tossing several spells over the girl hidden behind the door so she wouldn't leave the hospital wing without the evil witch's permission. She would believe soon enough...