A/N: hey, sorry for the delay, I was on vacation... I really hope you
continue to enjoy reading this.
Quoth the Raven: He he, no, these things didn't escape my notice. In my story, Draco can apparate. He's a Malfoy, do you think he cares that he's too young? This is AU, it means if things aren't exactly following the canon and I think Alithea being able to use a tiny bit of magic is cool. Now, if you don't want to read, don't.
Dirt-Is-Yummy: possessed computer, huh? Ha ha, but if a letter from Draco landed on your bed, you wouldn't know him at all (though I guess you would learn pretty fast, lol) She doesn't know... for now... Damn, you're really obsessed with Draco in this review... I shall forgive you, cuz it's Draco, he he. He is underage, but read the chapter, I think it's quite obvious why he can do magic out of school... Methinks a Dumbledore's got a soft spot for him.
Happigolucky616: a hatchet???? *looks around frantically* I update, I update, I promise... *whines* Thanks, I really really really wanted to write a twin story and a squib story and I started to twirl when this idea popped in my head... *parades triumphantly*
Thanks again for your reviews, you're awesome!
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Chapter 3
*Meghan's pov*
A few days have passed since our little encounter with Ali's brother and the nasty feeling is still anchored in my mind. This guy has this ability to make you feel like shit and the worst is that it sticks in your head afterwards. Alithea says it's always been like that with him and I can't help but wonder if he has friends. Obviously not. Draco and Alithea are a wonder to me. I talk a lot with Ali, but it seems that she's so complex that the more I know about her, the more I realize that things are deeper than I thought.
But whatever, the fact that there's a magic world is just so amazing that it smoothes a bit my first impression of wizards. Alithea already told me plenty of things about that world and I wish I could learn a lot more. She lent me plenty of books about history of magic, about creatures or that strange sport they call Quidditch. And I stayed in awe in front of the picture of Hogwart's castle. I can't help but pout when I see that wizards go to such a school when we're stuck in Smelting's plain buildings.
Tonight, I flip through a book about famous witches and wizards. When I come to the name of Harry Potter and see that he's our age. I'm a bit taken aback to see that a kid is in this book so I read the article and come up with plenty of questions for Alithea. Being awfully curious and with a very limited patience, I jump on her bed while she's writing to her bastard of a brother. She sighs and puts down her pen, somehow anticipating that the conversation will not be closed in thirty seconds. I grin mischievously, she isn't really annoyed when I ask questions about magic, she's quite fond of the subject herself.
"Who's You-Know-Who?" I ask boldly, pointing at the article.
She squirms under my gaze and pales a bit. She seems to hesitate and looks around as if trying to find a way out of the conversation. This generally means it's gonna be interesting so I settle down a bit more comfortably on her bed. She sighs, knowing she's defeated.
"He's a dark wizard. The worst ever known. His main goal is to eradicate muggles and muggleborns. He disappeared when he crossed path with Harry Potter, fifteen years ago or something. I guess they explain that part of the story in the book. But he rose again, approximately one year ago. The war is going on in the magic world but for now, things are rather quiet. There are attacks and such, but not real battles."
I can't help but shudder. "You mean this manic bastard is out there? Followed by his army of" I scan the article again "Death Eaters? But what kind of sick lunatics would follow him?"
She shrugs "Well, my father, for one."
There's an edge in her voice when she says that. I'm not sure I really understand. Why would her father follow a muggle killer when his daughter is one? Is that why the family subject is painful to her when it comes to her father? I'm about to open my mouth and ask her when she stops me.
"Please, I don't want to talk about it, if you don't mind."
I swallow my questions and roll off her bed. As I collapse on my own bed, I throw a sideway glance in her direction. She's gone back to her letter but she seems a bit shaken. I bite my lip as I realize that I'm piling up mistakes. I really have to avoid the family subject at all costs.
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*Draco's pov*
The circle of black shadows is standing still in the middle of the graveyard. The moon is hiding behind a cloud and only throws a fragile glimmer over the tombstones and over us. We're waiting in silence; a scared and respectful silence. Snape is next to me and looks right ahead. Or so I suppose, since we all have our hoods masking our faces. It's midnight and the Dark Lord should arrive soon.
I don't know what he called us for but the mark burnt like hell on my arm. I can't help but let my mind wander far away, to London. I think Thea is safe there, I hope she is. Nobody knows that she exists. It's something I'm deadly scared Voldemort finds out. Because I know that if he does, he'll ask me to execute her and that I can't. The code of honour of the Death Eaters dwells a lot on the no-feelings thing, but I guess I'm not the average Death Eater and I won't let anyone touch her. I fight every day against Father who would want to just kill her and forget, I use up my energy so she can stay alive because she's the only element in my life that is worth something, the only person I care about.
The Dark Lord appears so I shut down my thoughts. Occlumency is something that always came easy to me, I don't even really think about it. That's why I'm such a valuable element in Voldemort's eyes. If only he knew...
We bow down as he starts to walk around our circle. I tense as he comes in my direction and looks at the ground. Every time he stops in front of me, I'm scared he finds out my little secrets. However, he continues his little walk and rambles about the next attack. I'm glad I'm still in school and that he mainly uses me to get information on Hogwarts and Dumbledore. I'm not exactly keen on torturing muggles, I've been in their place too many times.
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*Dumbledore's pov*
I see the blonde boy run down the alley and crawl under the gates. God, what does Voldemort want this time? I know I won't sleep now. I'm going to wait for his return with a ball in my stomach. I've become overprotective of that boy over the years. As annoying and infuriating as he can be. He's one of my students and only a teenager. Seventeen years old and already playing with death.
I hate this situation. Snape, it's different. The man turned to us and needs this crusade to expiate his faults. Draco's done nothing, he's just born in the wrong family. I can hardly believe that I send a kid spying on the darkest wizard ever. If something happens to him, I'll take the blame and I really don't know how I'll take it. Nobody knows in the Order. Only his contact. It was too dangerous for him to talk to me so somebody else reports.
My knuckles turn white as I clutch the window handle. Voldemort is being more active lately. Not only does it mean that something big is in preparation in his messed up head, but it also means that Draco and Severus are going to be a lot more in danger. The more meetings there are, the more pressure is added.
I let my thoughts wander for two hours, standing in front of this window. Trying to see what else I could have done instead of sending this kid to war. I could have hidden him somewhere, sent him far away, made him join our side in full light. But he refused. Any single offer. It's later that I understood, that I discovered. Narcissa told me; she couldn't bear the lies and the pressure anymore, she wanted me to understand her son.
Alithea. I never met her but her name rings angelic in my ears. Since Narcissa told me, I've worked on charms, spells, wards. She's safe for now, I can only hope it continues. How could she survive under the same roof as Lucius? What made that heartless monster allow her to live? And Draco knows she's used as blackmail by his father. 'Follow me, son, and your sister will live one more day.'
So he refused to quit and signed up for spying, for sacrifice and death if he's discovered. As Ronald Weasley has the habit of quoting so plainly..."Life sucks". And I can only agree with him.
My fear decreases as I see the Slytherin sneak back in. I breathe again and my hand lets go of the handle. My whole arm hurts with cramps because of my tight grasp but relief smoothes the pain. Now, he's going to meet his contact somewhere and tomorrow, she'll inform me.
I leave the window sill and finally allow myself to drift in a restless sleep. Haunted with nightmares of what can happen, of the battles ahead. War. Three letters to describe the horror and torment of an entire world.
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"Ferret, is that you?" whispered a voice when the door to the empty classroom opened.
"You really don't want to get on my bad side, trust me," replied the angry boy while shutting the door and wandering toward the far end corner of the room.
"Fine, let's get over with this, I yearn for my bed and meeting Slytherin gits at three am is not my favourite activity," drawled the mystery person.
"And here I thought you were a whore... Not that you'd cost much, by the way," Draco smirked evilly. "Ok, we'll leave that sort of comment for interclass and we work now, I hate wasting my time with you."
"So do I, so spit it out, moron."
Draco smiled in the shadows while watching the girl lean over the parchment and start the report. Somewhere, deep deep down, he held respect for her. Even if he thought she was irritating and insufferable.
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Quoth the Raven: He he, no, these things didn't escape my notice. In my story, Draco can apparate. He's a Malfoy, do you think he cares that he's too young? This is AU, it means if things aren't exactly following the canon and I think Alithea being able to use a tiny bit of magic is cool. Now, if you don't want to read, don't.
Dirt-Is-Yummy: possessed computer, huh? Ha ha, but if a letter from Draco landed on your bed, you wouldn't know him at all (though I guess you would learn pretty fast, lol) She doesn't know... for now... Damn, you're really obsessed with Draco in this review... I shall forgive you, cuz it's Draco, he he. He is underage, but read the chapter, I think it's quite obvious why he can do magic out of school... Methinks a Dumbledore's got a soft spot for him.
Happigolucky616: a hatchet???? *looks around frantically* I update, I update, I promise... *whines* Thanks, I really really really wanted to write a twin story and a squib story and I started to twirl when this idea popped in my head... *parades triumphantly*
Thanks again for your reviews, you're awesome!
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Chapter 3
*Meghan's pov*
A few days have passed since our little encounter with Ali's brother and the nasty feeling is still anchored in my mind. This guy has this ability to make you feel like shit and the worst is that it sticks in your head afterwards. Alithea says it's always been like that with him and I can't help but wonder if he has friends. Obviously not. Draco and Alithea are a wonder to me. I talk a lot with Ali, but it seems that she's so complex that the more I know about her, the more I realize that things are deeper than I thought.
But whatever, the fact that there's a magic world is just so amazing that it smoothes a bit my first impression of wizards. Alithea already told me plenty of things about that world and I wish I could learn a lot more. She lent me plenty of books about history of magic, about creatures or that strange sport they call Quidditch. And I stayed in awe in front of the picture of Hogwart's castle. I can't help but pout when I see that wizards go to such a school when we're stuck in Smelting's plain buildings.
Tonight, I flip through a book about famous witches and wizards. When I come to the name of Harry Potter and see that he's our age. I'm a bit taken aback to see that a kid is in this book so I read the article and come up with plenty of questions for Alithea. Being awfully curious and with a very limited patience, I jump on her bed while she's writing to her bastard of a brother. She sighs and puts down her pen, somehow anticipating that the conversation will not be closed in thirty seconds. I grin mischievously, she isn't really annoyed when I ask questions about magic, she's quite fond of the subject herself.
"Who's You-Know-Who?" I ask boldly, pointing at the article.
She squirms under my gaze and pales a bit. She seems to hesitate and looks around as if trying to find a way out of the conversation. This generally means it's gonna be interesting so I settle down a bit more comfortably on her bed. She sighs, knowing she's defeated.
"He's a dark wizard. The worst ever known. His main goal is to eradicate muggles and muggleborns. He disappeared when he crossed path with Harry Potter, fifteen years ago or something. I guess they explain that part of the story in the book. But he rose again, approximately one year ago. The war is going on in the magic world but for now, things are rather quiet. There are attacks and such, but not real battles."
I can't help but shudder. "You mean this manic bastard is out there? Followed by his army of" I scan the article again "Death Eaters? But what kind of sick lunatics would follow him?"
She shrugs "Well, my father, for one."
There's an edge in her voice when she says that. I'm not sure I really understand. Why would her father follow a muggle killer when his daughter is one? Is that why the family subject is painful to her when it comes to her father? I'm about to open my mouth and ask her when she stops me.
"Please, I don't want to talk about it, if you don't mind."
I swallow my questions and roll off her bed. As I collapse on my own bed, I throw a sideway glance in her direction. She's gone back to her letter but she seems a bit shaken. I bite my lip as I realize that I'm piling up mistakes. I really have to avoid the family subject at all costs.
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*Draco's pov*
The circle of black shadows is standing still in the middle of the graveyard. The moon is hiding behind a cloud and only throws a fragile glimmer over the tombstones and over us. We're waiting in silence; a scared and respectful silence. Snape is next to me and looks right ahead. Or so I suppose, since we all have our hoods masking our faces. It's midnight and the Dark Lord should arrive soon.
I don't know what he called us for but the mark burnt like hell on my arm. I can't help but let my mind wander far away, to London. I think Thea is safe there, I hope she is. Nobody knows that she exists. It's something I'm deadly scared Voldemort finds out. Because I know that if he does, he'll ask me to execute her and that I can't. The code of honour of the Death Eaters dwells a lot on the no-feelings thing, but I guess I'm not the average Death Eater and I won't let anyone touch her. I fight every day against Father who would want to just kill her and forget, I use up my energy so she can stay alive because she's the only element in my life that is worth something, the only person I care about.
The Dark Lord appears so I shut down my thoughts. Occlumency is something that always came easy to me, I don't even really think about it. That's why I'm such a valuable element in Voldemort's eyes. If only he knew...
We bow down as he starts to walk around our circle. I tense as he comes in my direction and looks at the ground. Every time he stops in front of me, I'm scared he finds out my little secrets. However, he continues his little walk and rambles about the next attack. I'm glad I'm still in school and that he mainly uses me to get information on Hogwarts and Dumbledore. I'm not exactly keen on torturing muggles, I've been in their place too many times.
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*Dumbledore's pov*
I see the blonde boy run down the alley and crawl under the gates. God, what does Voldemort want this time? I know I won't sleep now. I'm going to wait for his return with a ball in my stomach. I've become overprotective of that boy over the years. As annoying and infuriating as he can be. He's one of my students and only a teenager. Seventeen years old and already playing with death.
I hate this situation. Snape, it's different. The man turned to us and needs this crusade to expiate his faults. Draco's done nothing, he's just born in the wrong family. I can hardly believe that I send a kid spying on the darkest wizard ever. If something happens to him, I'll take the blame and I really don't know how I'll take it. Nobody knows in the Order. Only his contact. It was too dangerous for him to talk to me so somebody else reports.
My knuckles turn white as I clutch the window handle. Voldemort is being more active lately. Not only does it mean that something big is in preparation in his messed up head, but it also means that Draco and Severus are going to be a lot more in danger. The more meetings there are, the more pressure is added.
I let my thoughts wander for two hours, standing in front of this window. Trying to see what else I could have done instead of sending this kid to war. I could have hidden him somewhere, sent him far away, made him join our side in full light. But he refused. Any single offer. It's later that I understood, that I discovered. Narcissa told me; she couldn't bear the lies and the pressure anymore, she wanted me to understand her son.
Alithea. I never met her but her name rings angelic in my ears. Since Narcissa told me, I've worked on charms, spells, wards. She's safe for now, I can only hope it continues. How could she survive under the same roof as Lucius? What made that heartless monster allow her to live? And Draco knows she's used as blackmail by his father. 'Follow me, son, and your sister will live one more day.'
So he refused to quit and signed up for spying, for sacrifice and death if he's discovered. As Ronald Weasley has the habit of quoting so plainly..."Life sucks". And I can only agree with him.
My fear decreases as I see the Slytherin sneak back in. I breathe again and my hand lets go of the handle. My whole arm hurts with cramps because of my tight grasp but relief smoothes the pain. Now, he's going to meet his contact somewhere and tomorrow, she'll inform me.
I leave the window sill and finally allow myself to drift in a restless sleep. Haunted with nightmares of what can happen, of the battles ahead. War. Three letters to describe the horror and torment of an entire world.
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"Ferret, is that you?" whispered a voice when the door to the empty classroom opened.
"You really don't want to get on my bad side, trust me," replied the angry boy while shutting the door and wandering toward the far end corner of the room.
"Fine, let's get over with this, I yearn for my bed and meeting Slytherin gits at three am is not my favourite activity," drawled the mystery person.
"And here I thought you were a whore... Not that you'd cost much, by the way," Draco smirked evilly. "Ok, we'll leave that sort of comment for interclass and we work now, I hate wasting my time with you."
"So do I, so spit it out, moron."
Draco smiled in the shadows while watching the girl lean over the parchment and start the report. Somewhere, deep deep down, he held respect for her. Even if he thought she was irritating and insufferable.
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