/When are Harry and I going to get away from that bloody house?!/
What, you mean the Riddle house?
/Yes! ::mutters:: Stupid bint./
Hey, careful there miss. You're treading on thin ice as it is stealing my...er...never mind.
/What? ::looks wicked:: What did I steal, oh mighty author?/
::blush:: You know.
/Yes, I do. ::sounds smug:: And I'm not sorry, either. It was fun. Lots of fun./
::glares:: You aren't even sorry!
/Nope!/
I can't believe you!
/Don't be such a baby. It's only a teddy bear./
Annie hid herself in a corner of the Library, trying to absorb what her 'dobber' had told her. That, coupled with the letter she held in her hands clinched it. Pain radiated through her small body, she felt so dirty, so betrayed.
Uncle Lucius didn't care for her at all. She was nothing more than a stupid naïve little spy to him.
My spy tells me.
Did you get my letter?
Yes I did. That's the reason I came.
Her lower lip trembled as the conversation between her uncle and Professor Snape played in her mind again.
So tell me, Lucius, how did you find out about Aine Fey?
My Andromeda Tonks, Bellatrix's brat, told me.
Just like her mother, eh?
Oh, no. She has no idea she's spying for the Dark lord. I just love innocents.
And then the way they'd both laughed...
Annie stifled a sob. How could she have been so stupid?
"Are you ok?"
Annie looked up at the Ravenclaw girl. She was familiar...hung out with Aine a lot...Luna something. "Fine." She lied, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Luna shook her head. "You're a shameless fibber, aren't you." She said, her voice amused. "Anyone with half a brain can see you're not fine. And I'd hope that I have more than half a brain. C'mon, we can talk in the kitchens over hot chocolate."
Annie thought for a moment, gazing at her fellow Ravenclaw. "Ok." She said finally. She was going to get her revenge on Lucius Malfoy. He'd pay. And the best way to do that would be to help the other side. 'I'll show you innocent Lucius Archibald Malfoy.' She thought with venom.
"I must object to your treatment of Wormtail back there, Cleo." Tom said as they followed the two Shadow Demons to where they claimed Potter was.
"Why?" Cleo asked, full lips pouty.
"I am the lord and master here. You do not act without my permission."
Cleo grinned wickedly. "I'm a bad girl. I need to be punished." Her hand crept over his stomach.
Tom slapped it away. "Later." He said angrily.
The purple-eyed Vampiress smirked. "Your wish is my command milord."
Tom rolled his eyes.
Here we are, Master. Jik said, red eyes gleaming.
This is where the hostages are. Mika added.
"Wait a second." Cleo said, "hostages? I thought there was only one. Potter."
Mika shook her head. Oh no. She said. He was with someone. So we brought her too.
"Did you at least take away their wands?" Tom asked, exasperated. It was so hard to get good help these days.
Jik nodded, looking offended. Of course. He said. In his anger, his form lost substantiation, and wisps of shadow surrounded him.
Mika glared at her brother. Jik! She scolded. Control yourself!
It was considered very bad form to lose your shape around someone with more power than you, and Shadow Demons always endeavoured to keep their chosen shape. These two chose to look like humans made out of the darkest shadows with glowing red eyes because it was the closest they could get to real humans.
"Let's just have a look." Cleo said impatiently. She opened the door, and gasped in surprise...
Aine paced the length of Ginny's dorm, frowning. "This is na good." She said.
"Well duh!" Hermione exclaimed. "Ginny and Harry are in danger! And normally Ginny'd just portkey them both back since Harry made her that locket especially, but she hasn't, so she obviously can't!"
What little colour Aine did have in her cheeks left at that moment, and she took the heavy antique necklace from around her neck. "You mean this portkey?" She whispered.
Author's Note: I'm sorry, this is such a very short chapter. But I really think it ends well here. I'll try and write a super long chapter next time to make up for it. Note the key word here; try.
Psycho Violinist: Thanks for the review, Jamie. mwa. Glad you like this story. I like it too.
Searching4romeo: Yeah, they crack me up to. Aw...a cake...all for me? blush Thanks. Tropical island? I wish. More like I have to stay in an evil place where it's cold and the Internet connection is shoddy at best. But your emails and reviews help me warm up, so keep 'em coming!