Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. there i said now leave me alone...
Malachi reluctantly stalked down the hallways of the castle, heading to her first class of the day. She didn't remember agreeing to do anything, but it seemed the people of the castle weren't asking for her opinion, but boy would she give it to them, and quite soon by the look, or lack there of, on her face. Potions, what in the hell was Potions? She had absolutely no idea what Transfiguration was, or even if she really wanted anything to do with Defense against the Dark Arts. That sounded right dangerous to her. History of Magic might shed some light on whatever she was supposed to be learning here, but it really did seemed as if she might start blowing things up any second by the way her thoughts were turning.
But that didn't seem to be her worst problem. It wasn't until the end of that day that her sister cornered her, snapping at her to be more discreet. It seemed she had made several slip ups and the first started in potions class.
"What's the difference, I don't get it!?" Malachi demanded of the Potions Master. Every eye in the room was now on her.
"You don't get what? You intelligence is astounding on how you pick up things," Severus Snape said snidely.
"Ohh, and your intelligence is astounding how you manage to explain, in great detail, the assignment!" she snapped back in just the same tone. "What's the difference between tossing in the compounds of the potion and gently stirring them in. I mean, their all going to the same place!" Malachi snapped, turning a baleful eye to her twenty messed up potion.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, young lady...and the answer is in the intent you want to use in the potion, if you aren't serious about making the potion, it will always turn out less than satisfactory. Now, continue on," Snape glared.
"What points?" Malachi asked confusedly.
"House points, did the headmaster not explain to you what House Points are?" Professor Snape asked, surprise in his voice.
"No, among other things, he didn't seem to think it prudent to seek me out and explain anything to me. I've had to put up with the leech all summer," Malachi grumbled.
"Leech, Miss..." Snape's eyes focused on her sister and then back to her. "Go into my office and sit down, do not move from the chair, do not touch anything, and don't even breath hard. Go, now!" Snape roared. After an hour of being interrogated and then dressed down, Malachi had finally had enough.
"Don't talk to me like that young man!" she snapped, "I'm older than you think, I know how to conduct myself, and I would know how to conduct myself here if I had been properly informed. Now, if you do not intend to give me some useful information, I am leaving," and she didn't even wait for his response. She left the double potions class quite loudly, slamming her books into her back and storming out of the class room, intent on finding her next class, Transfiguration. However, she stopped briefly as she watched four little glass vials on the wall fluctuate with different gems. The orange/red color one lost a lot, and the green one gained a lot. The yellow and blue lost and gained at different times. Shaking her head at the stupid things, she walked off, wondering if the idiot would get some sense as to how to teach. She'd been teaching the young pups of the pack long before he was even born, the ugly git. He was surely gone to get a lesson in manners soon, and from her that was saying something...
"Yes professor?" she asked sweetly as she walked in. Snape motioned for her to sit, and she did rather gracefully.
"I thought you were supposed to inform your sister how she is supposed to act here," Snape said shortly.
"I was told that the Potter boy was to tell her everything she was supposed to know. From what was expected of the students, classes and what they contained, even behavior," Adelle explained.
"Well, the headmaster made his mistake by choosing Potter to show her around," Snape said coldly. Adelle's eyes flashed dangerously and she straightened herself up.
"Then tell that to the headmaster, not me," Adelle said, her voice getting as cold as Snape's and she showed no sign of stopping or calming. "Me and my 'sister' are not getting along as nicely as we should for the simple fact of our separate parentage, and if you want Malachi to be up with her studies, then have the know-it-all Granger girl teach her! I refuse to!" Adelle continued.
Snape just stared at the girl, at a complete loss of words. Adelle stared coldly at the professor, then got up and began to leave "Where are you going?" Snape asked.
"To finish my potion then to lunch," Adelle replied, walking from the professor's room without a backwards glance...
Later that night, during dinner, Malachi watched her sister and noticed their differences, and how they were very different. Adelle for one was elegant and poised eating only meat that looked to be barely cooked. Malachi was tomboyish and clumsy that ate mostly fruits and vegetables and little meat. Her sister was on the pale side while she was tanned golden. Adelle appeared to have no worries or thoughts coursing through her mind while Malachi was constantly entertaining thoughts that just appeared in her mind.
Everyone looked up as a large raven flew in and landed in front of Adelle. She appeared to be rattled by the ugly bird as it cawed, and had dropped the fork she held, but quickly recovered. No one but Malachi really noticed. She untied a black piece of parchment from its leg and the bird stole a hunk of meat and flew off. Shaking slightly, Adelle unrolled the parchment and began to read. Draco, who was next t o her stole a peak, and whispered next to him,
"It's blank," soon, that was all over the great hall. Malachi stopped eating and left the great hall moments before Adelle did. Malachi silently followed Adelle to the dungeons, knowing that Adelle now was preoccupied with some strong thought that she would never realize she was being followed.
Adelle was only in the Slytherin common room momentarily, long enough to grab a cloak and begin to leave the castle, onto the grounds and Malachi followed.
They went to the far side of the lake, where Malachi could hide behind a tree and she thanked the lord above for it being a quarter moon. She saw an old man standing alone. He had graying hair, but stood tall and strong, wearing black clothing that was all too familiar to her, the clothing of high ranking vampires.
"Yes?" Adelle asked, calmly.
"You are becoming rather beautiful. Much like your mother," he said. His voice was hypnotizing, strong.
"You came here just to tell me that?" Adelle said, her voice tensing and gaining coldness.
"Yes, just allow me to finish. You are much like your mother, but you too, are a lot like your father. Don't make the same mistake as your mother," he said.
"I will make my decision when it comes time for me to do so," Adelle said. She was given a choice like mine? Malachi thought to herself.
"We'll see. Did you bring your sister here with you?" he asked, Malachi froze.
"No, I did not," Adelle answered, something in her voice let Malachi know she knew she had been followed.
"Well, you know I never go anywhere alone," he said. The man reached up and put his hand at the base of her neck and felt her long hair down to her waist, where he let his hand rest. Adelle struck out, slashing him across his face with her long nails.
"You will not touch me in that manner," she growled.
"You are lucky you are Viktor's daughter, or you know what would have happened for that," the man said, spitting into his hand and rubbing his saliva on the side of his face.
"So, why are you here?" Adelle asked, ignoring the man's comment.
"Viktor has told me you are to make your decision soon and tell him sooner. He is losing his patience for you," the man said.
"Consider your message sent, now leave," Adelle said. Malachi watched as the man faded into nothing more than a shadow and disappear. Adelle stood there for a moment before Malachi approached. "That was Kraven, my fathers' messenger if your wondering," Adelle called over her shoulder.
"Idiot of a man if I ever saw one," Malachi answered absently, stepping out from the shadows, blinking at the moon.
"Yes well, he is, it only proves you got some of mother intelligence and little of your father's stupidity. He should have left you with mother to be raised in the capital, instead he ran off," Adelle walked toward Malachi, starting back toward the castle.
"So what decision do you have to make before long and who is Viktor?" Malachi asked.
"Viktor is my father, and he wants me to choose a mate," Adelle explained, but clearly wasn't telling the whole truth.
"Ahh, mother's mistakes come to mind. I know I was loved," she added sarcastically, distantly wondering how she could have such a conversation with her enemy.
"You were," Adelle snapped harshly. "but believe what you wish, I have no time for you at this moment. Now shut up and get inside, it's starting to rain." Adelle quickly raced up to the castle, clearly agitated about something, leaving Malachi right behind, wondering what was wrong this time...
One week later...
"...And so when you face such creatures as Dragons, or werewolves, or other such dangerous creatures, it is always best to treat them with respect and to get away as quickly and respectfully as possible, class dismissed." Professor Lupin's class was actually interesting, but it wasn't something she already knew. Dragons were not really considered mythical beings because they were actually over populating the mountain regions. She knew a few of them in the woods, small wood and ice dragons, but not that many. She knew how to treat them. She was a werewolf, so she really had nothing to worry about, and she had experience with Vampires, obviously. It was just really tiring to hear it all day every day, even if the teacher was a werewolf himself.
Malachi left the classroom quickly, not wanting to face the other werewolf should he realize just who she was. Right now, she just wanted to avoid the lot of them. The half moon was coming up quicker than she thought, and with Adelle watching her like a hawk, it would surely be even more difficult to sneak outside and escape from the castle. It'd been months since she'd spent any time in her wolf form and she quite missed it. It was strange, to say the least, always being in her human form and never in her werewolf form. Still, as night approached, she calmly and quietly did not return from Herbology, and simply snuck off toward the Shrieking Shack through the Whomping Willow, just where Harry described would be. He'd spoken much of his adventures throughout his school days, so she was quite familiar with the castle and grounds, even though she'd never been there before. She just hoped the Adelle wouldn't find her any time soon...
"Where's Malachi?" Harry asked Adelle without any other notice.
"How the hell should I know, Potter?" Adelle asked, clearly not wanting to be bothered by him.
"You should, she's your sister," Hermione pitched in.
"No, I shouldn't. like she said, she can take care of herself. So, if your looking for her, then go look," Adelle said, not looking up from her book. It was Saturday and Adelle was sitting in the shade of a tree in the courtyard, although she was beginning to get a sunburn. "Now, if you would excuse me, I need to go inside," she said, snapping her book shut and walking to the school.
"Well, you would think she would care about her sister's whereabouts more," Hermione huffed.
"I know, and I don't understand their relationship any more than you do," Harry said. Hermione nodded and they went off to find Malachi...
Damn it Malachi, why the hell can't she stay here? She knows full well she cannot go into the forest or elsewhere off the grounds with out the proper notification. Adelle thought to herself as she stalked into a shadow away from the two Gryffindor snoops. She let her molecules go and take the form of a shadow that haunted a many humans in her past. From her shadow form, she re-gathered her molecules into the form of a large cat. This time she was a Siberian tiger.
Stalking from her shadow, she saw and smelt the wonder smell of fear. Her mouth watered at the smell. And the sound of many heartbeats was music to her ears. Stretching, she began to stalk around, trying to pick her prey that she was rounding up. She licked her lips and let out a low growl. The hunt would soon commence and she would taste the wonderful salty-copper taste of human blood. That's when she smelt an enemy, a damn wolf. And she had the damned know-it-all Granger girl in her sights too...
Damn it, she's going after the students! Malachi said, waking from her slumber in the comfort of the Shrieking Shack. She charged from the shack and towards the Siberian tiger that was choosing prey. Malachi, in her wolf form, growled at the stupid cat as she neared Hermione. When the cat ignored her, Malachi charged at the cat.
Malachi stood in front of the tiger and growled. The tiger growled back, folding its ears back.
Get out of here, this is my hunt was the thought projected into Malachi's mind. Startled, the wolf quit growling and backed up a bit, but recovered and began growling again.
I don't think so, these are my humans. Malachi projected back. The tiger raised a paw and Malachi only ruffed the fur on her neck more.
Back off, I am hungry and you are not getting in my way this time Adelle projected, only she sounded mean, cold and straight evil. The familiar tone of her capturers from before. That only angered her more and she lunged, going for the tiger's neck, but the cat moved and Malachi's teeth connected with the tiger's shoulder.
The tiger gave a silent shriek, but Malachi heard it just the same. Damn it, you will pay for interference Adelle projected to Malachi. The tiger gave a swing with its paw, claws out, and it caught Malachi off guard. Malachi tried to dodge the attack, but it was too late and the cat made connection with Malachi's back, as she did move, but not out of range.
Then it was on. A flurry of blows, and fur and blood was everywhere. The thoroughly surprised and scared students stood in amazement of the brutality of both animals. They jumped when they heard the snap or crack of a bone, and was in awe of how they continued to fight with the same brutality, if not more with every wound.
After what seemed like ages, several teachers came, but the fight was over, both lost a lot of blood and nearly every bone was broken in both animals. They both had labored breathing and didn't move.
"What happened?" Professor Dumbledore demanded, being one of the teachers that came to the rescue a bit too late. There was silence, the students were at a loss of words, what they had seen had both shocked and amazed them. "What happened?" Professor Dumbledore asked again, sounding more forceful which startled every student. Hermione, who was standing the closest spoke up,
"We all were relaxing and enjoying out time. Harry and I had found Adelle and asked her if she knew where Malachi was. She didn't and left, the tiger appeared from a shadow over there and began to round us up as though it was going to attack us. That's when the wolf showed up from somewhere and protected us. No one was hurt because of the wolf. The wolf fought the tiger."
"Thank you Miss Granger. Minerva, please go get Poppy. I hate to see injured animals," Professor Dumbledore said. Professor McGonagall nodded and hurried inside. She returned a short while later with Madame Pomfery.
"Yes Headmaster?" the medi-witch asked.
"Can you heal animals?" Professor Dumbledore asked, nodding to the two that was so broken, they were barely hanging on.
"Oh, my. What happened?" she asked.
"The tiger attacked, or began to attack the students and the wolf intervened. As you can see, they fought. I hate seeing injured animals, can you heal them?" Professor Dumbledore explained.
"The tiger too?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll take care of the tiger when it's healed," Professor Dumbledore said. The medi-witch nodded and levitated the wolf to the infirmary, Professor Dumbledore followed, levitating the tiger.
When madam Pomfery reached the infirmary, she checked the wolf. Carefully she poured a wound cleaning potion over it, showing all of the wounds, although none looked fatal, she did the same to the tiger who's wound had almost completely healed. It was sitting up, licking the wounds clean. And when she came near, the tiger growled and raised a paw, so she turned her attention on the wolf.
After an hour of thorough cleaning, the wolf only needed to rest and would good as new that the medi-witch realized the tiger had left.
"Professor Dumbledore!" the medi-witch cried, running into the headmaster's office.
"Yes, Poppy?" he questioned.
"The tiger has gone!" she cried.
"I see, not to worry. I am sure the tiger has returned home," Professor Dumbledore to the medi-witch. She nodded and returned to the infirmary. "yes, Miss Brezchnev? You had something you wanted to tell me?" Professor Dumbledore asked her.
"Yes, I, have something to ask of you and your Potions Master," Adelle said solemnly...