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A/N: Hello, again. Thank you for reviewing, all of you.
To Miss Lesley, your review was the longest and I must say the most appreciated, though my other reviews are appreciated as well, you opened my eyes to the other readers out there: the confused reader. In your review you contradicted yourself quiet a bit. Instead of telling me how to slow down, you gave me a lecture on how to speed up. The background in this fic is revealed with its progression, which is the reason the beginning of this fic is somewhat long in it's context. If you must know, Harry's reason for exception is simply because things like this happen to him all the time and Draco's reason, if told, ould spoil the story. And so, I beg of you to be patient, as it was you who told me to slow down. All will be revealed soon enough.
To all my readers: I apologize for the characters that are out of character but as stated before, all will be revealed, be patient and enjoy the ride.
I'm all smiles for the number of reviews I received. Thank All of you for reviewing.
Draco: Enough talking!
Harry: Continue already!
Kirei: Here you go!
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Where we last left off...
"You don't look too bad yourself, Draco," was all he said before Callasandra grabbed both of them, the trio disappearing...
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Chapter Two: Conquered and Defeated
They reappeared outside of Harry's home on Private Drive.
"Bloody Hell, how'd you do that?" Harry exclaimed, looking around at his hell.
"Another perk of being a vampire," she smirked, standing in between them. She knocked on the door softly, and then rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for them to come to the door.
"Why do I have to be have to meet damn Muggles?" Draco groaned, crossing his arms. Harry put his hands behind his back patiently; readying himself for the noise he was about to hear.
"Because I need to keep my eye on you," she said simply, ringing the doorbell again. A commotion was heard behind the door and it swung open. The trio came face to face with a purple faced, ugly, fat man.
"What do you want?" The man exclaimed, pulling them inside and then looking behind them to see if they had been seen, "you're supposed to be at the school, boy, go away!" Callasandra looked at him up and down, eyes beginning to slit.
"We won't be long Uncle Vernon, we just came to tell you something," Harry said patiently. He was now eye to eye with the fat man he knew that if his uncle laid a hand on him now he would be able to hold his own.
"At the moment," Callasandra began calmly, noting the presence of a fat boy about Draco's age and a really skinny woman behind the fat man, almost like they were backing him up, "I am in my rights to kill all of you for treating Harry the way you have..." she was interrupted.
"You can't use magic on us," the fat boy exclaimed and his father, she assumed, nodded along with his mother.
"I didn't say anything about magic," she stated, looking at her nails. Harry leaned against the wall nearest to the door as Draco leaned on a desk near the door, looking around the Muggles home. The fat boy interrupted her once more.
"I can take all three of you!" She disappeared, reappearing directly in front of him; she grasped his collar and leaned him down to be eye level with her.
"Are you sure?" she whispered to him, slit eyes making him shake. The skinny woman screamed and the fat man took a step back. She released him, pushing him into the woman and man and crossed her arms over her chest. "Now, there are two reasons in which I have come here. One is to announce in person that Harry will not be returning to your home. He will however, be sending you gifts on the holidays for keeping him but I have no intention of allowing you to see him in person again. In payment for putting a roof over his head, no matter how poor, you will be receiving the amount of money you have spent on him his entire life. And two, you will apologize for mistreating him, all of you." Again, she was interrupted.
"How dare you?" The fat man exclaimed, about to say more, she appeared in front of him, gripping his collar and bringing him to his knees, literally.
"It's either you apologize or I kill you, your pick," she hissed, eyes glowing dangerously. Vernon looked over to Harry, sweat on his brow. Harry had pushed himself away from the wall and was openly gawking at the scene before him.
"I'm sorry for everything," Vernon said, ashamed. She let his collar go and looked to the other two.
"Sorry-sorry," they sputtered out, scared. She smirked, walking over to Draco and crossing her arms, leaning on the table beside him as he looked on in interest.
"Do you forgive them?" she asked Harry, eyes un-slitting and becoming large and child-like once more. Harry nodded mutely, looking at his 'family' dully after getting over his shock. He frowned at them.
"I don't agree to giving you anything," was all he said, turning to the door and walking out, Draco following. Callasandra turned to them before leaving, throwing a smirk their way.
"It wouldn't be wise to speak poorly of him, or magic," she stated then left...
The three of them appeared in Hogsmeade, Harry slightly excited.
"I can't believe you said that to them, my heart was going a mile a minute!" He exclaimed, jumping and twirling for no reason at all.
"It was amusing," Draco smiled, a genuine smile that made Harry smile, if possible even wider. Callasandra smirked, looking around the place.
"The Three Broomsticks then?" she asked, walking briskly and for once not sticking to the shadows. Harry stopped jumping all of a sudden and had a thoughtful look on his face, putting a finger to his chin. He nodded. The three of them laughed at the act, for some reason finding it unbelievably funny. They walked in, laughing at each other and taking a seat. Their laughter died down as they began to look over the menu, big smiles on their faces. "Get whatever you like."
"I'm paying," Draco interjected, looking over his menu at Harry and Callasandra.
"Nah, I'm paying," Harry said, putting his menu down and looking at the two of them in challenge.
"Both of you are wrong, I'm paying," Cally smirked, putting her own menu down and looking at them.
"No me."
"No me."
"No me." They bickered for a while before a waiter came up to their table pad in hand.
"Can I take your order?" He asked, his deep voice silencing them. All three of them looked him over with big eyes. He had brownish blond hair, beautiful hazel eyes and strong features. Cally was the first to snap out of it, her voice waking the other two up as well.
"Yes, can I have the number 26, no lumps please," she smirked at him, eyes running up and down his body. His bronze complexion took on a light pink color at his blush.
"And you two?" he asked, writing the order down quickly but eyeing Callasandra oddly.
"Number 8 for me," Harry smiled and the man jotted that down as well, looking at Harry oddly, like he was checking him out, making Draco scowl for a moment.
"Six." He said simply, collecting their menus and handing them over. When he left Draco looked to Cally and Harry who shared a look that clearly said "Damnnnn!"
"What's a number 26, Cally?" Harry asked, looking over his menu to see that there was no number 26.
"You'll see," smirking, she started to play with a napkin and some sugar packets that were on the table.
"You think he's cute?" Draco asked her, but she knew he had meant it for Harry.
"Don't you?"
"He's too tall," Draco said, looking after him and checking out his firm butt. Harry started to laugh, joined by Cally and then by Draco.
"I feel silly," Harry chuckled, receiving another bout of laughter from their table. A woman came up to them, hips swinging and the word manager on her uniform robes.
"I'm going to have to ask you not to draw too much attention," the woman said softly. Callasandra looked at her, her eyes beginning to slit and the woman screamed lightly, jumping back.
"Sure, we'll calm down if you do," she smirked at the woman and the lady walked away, flustered and looking much like a younger version of Professor McGonagall...
A half an hour later, the same waiter came back with their orders. He handed Harry a burger and fries, Draco a medium done steak and Callasandra fries with a plastic cup that wasn't see-through with a cap and straw.
"Fries and a drink?" Draco asked, cutting his steak.
"Yes."
"Couldn't you have just said that?" asked Harry, eating a fry.
"No." Both boys sighed, shaking their head and eating the rest of their meal in silence...
"Where are we off to now?" Harry asked, stepping outside of The Three Broomsticks and taking a deep breath of air.
"To get some new robes, since your other school robes look like you've worn them for two years," she stated, being interrupted.
"I have," Harry noted, following behind the two that walked to the nearest clothing shop. Cally shook her head, continuing.
"Ewie to that and after that we're going to get you some nice glasses cause those look like...just bad." Draco chuckled at that, hands in his pockets.
"You've been quiet, Draco, you alright?" Harry asked, changing the subject of his appearance.
"Yeah, just thinking about what my parents are going to say. They'll probably be the happiest people in the world," Draco scowled, walking in the shop, the door having opened 'magically'...
"I like them," Harry smiled, walking out with five bags and a pair of thin, silver, rectangular glasses on his nose, Draco carrying as much as well.
"Ok, it's five o'clock, we have a half an hour to put these away and get ready for dinner," Cally told them, putting the one bag she carried down and taking Draco's and Harry's bags as well. She waved her hand over them and they disappeared, only her bag remaining.
"Where'd they go?" Draco asked, looking around cutely.
"To the tower, we only have a half an hour to get ready and five minutes to get there so let's go to the nearest motel, change and go!" Cally exclaimed, grabbing her bag and walking briskly to the Tiburon Motel for Wizards and Witches...
Callasandra gave them a twice over before taking their arms and transferring them to Malfoy Manor.
"I'm still not getting the hang of that," Harry muttered when Cally rang the doorbell. Draco fidgeted at her side, Harry looking at the large size of the building, his mouth in a cute o-shape. She rang her arms around theirs, lifting her shawl and putting one hand over the other. The door opened slowly to reveal the one and only Lucius Malfoy.
"Well," Lucius said coolly, looking over the three of them with a raised eyebrow, "We are pleased to have you." The three nodded in unison and Cally stepped forward, letting go of their arms and holding her hands out to him, "And it is always a pleasure to have you, Callasandra." Lucius' tone was suggestive though cool, leading on, going unnoticed by Draco who was used to his father's 'friendly' nature. He hugged her as he would a lost child, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Shall we?"
Cally nodded, head low and submissive in her stance though her eyes gleamed, slitting slightly under her mane of hair. She wore a black, sparking dress, light glitter spread around the deep black fabric to make it so, no sleeves or arms, making her shoulders bare, see-through gloves on her arms up past her elbow and a few inches from her shoulders. The dress clung to her tightly, showing off a slim waist and shapely thighs. Her glass-like, black shoes clicked the moment she walked into the house, Draco and Harry behind her. Her hair had been brushed and gelled to the point of waviness, the long mane bouncing slightly as she moved, her green, see- through, with silver glitter, shawl adding to her look and how perfectly she matched with the two
Harry wore black dress pants, a silver belt holding up the expensive material. His green, silk shirt added to the look, his hair brushed into a waved back look, his black robe completing his outfit, the deep green of the shirt adding to his sharp green eyes. Draco wore a similar outfit, his pants trimmed differently with silk strips, and a silk, silver shirt to match. His eyes were a stormy gray, making it easy to get lost in though Lucius only looked once when they arrived, setting off the look even more, his own black robes finishing off the setup. Both boys wore suede shoes made of the same fabric of their pants. Draco's greenish silver belt making him 'fit in'.
"You know each other, father?" Draco asked, breaking Lucius from his evaluation of their appearances. Callasandra looked up at her Uncle's best friend, eyes glowing, lips curved into a slight smirk.
"Of course, you can't be the niece of Serverus Snape and not associate with Death Eaters," she said simply, walking ahead of them. She walked to the chair nearest to the fire of the over-sized living room, leaning into it.
"Callasandra, oh, it's so nice to see you," Narsicia Malfoy exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the small girl.
"Nice to see you as well, Narsicia," Callasandra smirked, patting her on the back as a form of acceptance to the foreign sign of affection. She released her and gracefully stood, turning to her husband, son and Harry.
"Well, you must be Harry Potter, you look better than the last time I saw you" she smiled coolly, her features that of false warmth. Her light blonde hair was wavy, her body slim, features young and schooled, too perfect for Harry's taste. Her eyes traveled down his body freely, tongue flicking out to lick pink lips.
"That I am madam," he answered, all of a sudden finding the tiles on the floor very interesting as he blushed fiercely.
"Mother," Draco nodded to her, face devoid of all emotion.
"Son," she nodded as well. Callasandra stepped away from the woman of the house, eyes catching how both adults eyed Harry. She pressed down the urge to growl, instead, moving her shawl up on her bare shoulders, eyes' locking with Draco's for a moment.
"Well," Lucius stated, properly (all that man does is proper) clearing his throat, "I do believe we should move to the meal and our discussion."
At the table, Callasandra sat next to Draco, Harry having been pulled across from them to be seated in between Lucius and Narsicia. Lucius sat at the head of the table, Draco to his right and Harry to his left. He snapped his fingers and food magically appeared onto the plates. The only person that began to really eat was Harry, ignoring the looks that he was receiving from everyone except Callasandra.
'Pace yourself, they don't really eat it. It's sort of like playing with your food, eating it bit by bit. If you're hungry when we leave then be hungry, I'll get you some food, ok?' Callasandra told him telepathically when they locked eyes. He nodded in his head, putting down the salad fork he had been using to tear at the greenery.
"I am aware that Draco is to become...a vampire," Lucius confirmed, taking a perfect sip of his wine and swirling it around in its cup. Callasandra nodded, not having touched any of the food, her hands folded in her lap neatly as Draco ate a few pieces of lettuce beside her.
"Yes, and I need to be around him at all times, at least within a few yards. So, since I know that I would never allow him to stay here, completely with you, seeing as what you do to him... an arrangement will be arranged."
"Such as?" he asked. His wife remained silent, as did Harry who found the lettuce very interesting, only breaking off small pieces of it with his fork and putting it in his mouth.
"We will stay here for half the summer, the other half will be at my godfather's home."
"We?" he raised a perfect eyebrow into an arch.
"Yes, we. I also need to keep Harry in my sights, and though staying here will put him into danger, I find it more dangerous that he is not under my gaze. If you can't agree to that I can't say I will allow you to see your son again, even if he wants to see you," she spoke coolly, eyes locked to Lucius' to show that he did not own her, nor Harry and definitely not Draco, not anymore anyway.
"And what makes you think we will allow you, even with your threats? After all, Draco is the last of our ki..." his voice never changed though his brow knit together slightly.
"They are not threats, merely facts," she interrupted, "The easiest course of action for me would be for Draco to just stay with us but...I'll give you the shadow of a doubt and say you are real parents that would in fact like to see their child every so often," she smirked, leaning back slightly when he put down his cup and leaned forward gently. Draco watched, eyes wide, listening fully to their conversation.
"Are you implying we are bad parents?"
"No, but I know what it's like to be in the company of Death Eaters, especially one in the family. I know what you do here, what you do to him and I can't say I'm pleased about it. In fact, I have the mind to kill you right here and now for all the things you've put him though," her voice was nonchalant as she looked back and forth, from the mother to the father. Lucius leaned back and Narsicia met her gaze but only for a moment.
"What makes you think this isn't a trap to get the boy," Lucius asked, gesturing with his hand toward Harry. Callasandra's eyes flickered to Harry before meeting Lucius with an intense glare.
"If it was I wouldn't worry too much, after all, I do know what you plan to do..."
"And what is that?"
Callasandra stood, walking behind Lucius and standing directly behind Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"We're leaving," she said firmly, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Draco stood as well.
"Sit down, Draconius," Narsicia told him and he met Callasandra's eyes. Just then the doors to the dinning room flung open, revealing the one and only Voldemort. His black robes floated around him, his deformed features and what looked like his eyes locked onto Harry. Callasandra stood in front of him, blocking him from view.
"Get out of the way!" He shouted, waving his hand. She was knocked from him and into the wall, putting a dent in it. Harry sat frozen, a small piece of lettuce falling from the fork half way to his mouth, his eyes wide. Each step Voldemort took was in slow motion, Draco's voice ringing in everyone's ears as Lucius Malfoy and Narsicia Malfoy stood back.
"No!" Draco shouted beginning to run for Harry but everything seemed so slow, his movements slower than Voldemort's who wiped out his wand, shouting the most unforgivable of all curses. Draco tumbled to his knees, falling but still trying to get there as the curse hit a mark.
When the slow motion was off, Voldemort stood, a smirk on his deformed face as the smoke cleared, Draco sat on his knees, eyes wide in shock and fear, watering. Lucius and Narsicia stood back, smirks on their faces as well. The smoke cleared and there stood, in front of Harry, Callasandra with a smirk on her face as well, her green shawl spread as she blocked Harry from view, the shocked Potter not able to do anything but stay, wide-eyed.
"It'll take much more than the Arvada Kadabrea curse to get rid of me. And you just made a mistake by attacking Harry," was all she said before she lunged at him, long nails slicing into his deformed, juicy neck, face set into a snarl, black blood spurting on the floor as the Dark Lord tried to hold his neck. His hand reached toward Lucius and Narsicia who stood in shock, holding one another as fearful eyes looked to Callasandra. She sliced into him again, across his black clothed chest, blood drenching her hands but not any other part of her. Her fangs gleamed in the dim light of the now broken chandelier. Voldemort's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"I'll be back," he whispered, falling limp to the floor. A black wind came from his body, making those that watched on the sidelines shield their eyes. Callasandra stood in front of him, fist at her sides as his black soul came from his dead body.
"No, you won't," was all she said before bringing her hand to it, in front of the sort of face that was forming. Her small hand slowly made its way into a fist, screams heard from the thing as it slowly went into her hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Noooooo-Aaaahhhhhhhh," Voldemort screamed, the last of his soul going into her hand. The silence rang in everyone's ears. The doors to the front of the house burst open and about fifty Auroras came in, searching the place.
"Is that him?" One of them asked her, kicking the limp body with his foot. Callasandra shook her head, opening her hand. In the palm of her hand, sat a small piece of coal.
"This is him," she stated, voice soft. She closed her fist around it, squeezing the piece of coal. Upon opening her hand again, nothing was there, nothing but a small cut on her hand, which quickly closed before the man noticed. A loud cheer broke out over those that had just entered the house and Cally received pats on her back. She scowled at them, mouth closed and moved to a still frozen Harry.
Moving his face back and forth, side to side she confirmed that he was all right, giving him a hug for support, which he returned full fold. Draco stood on shaking legs, wobbling over to them and wrapping his arms around them both.
"Ahem," someone said behind them and they turned to see two Auroras holding Narsicia and Lucius, "what about these two?" Callasandra and Harry looked to Draco who looked from parent to parent.
"They caused this," he stated, then turned back into the hug...
The three of them waved goodnight to the Auroras that had taken them to Hogwarts then trudged up the steps.
"Do the two of you want to go to the Great Hall for a midnight snack?" Draco asked, holding his stomach. Harry nodded enthusiastically along with Cally. Draco gave her a skeptical look. The only food he ever saw her come close to eating was the French fries but she didn't even touch those and slurped on the drink.
"Food," Harry droned, dragging his feet, robe on his arm, hair in a messy ponytail. Callasandra and Draco giggled at him, opening the doors to the Great Hall. They were met with cheers and whistles, the room completely full of all of Hogwarts. Callasandra looked to Harry and Draco who were looking around a little shocked.
"Great," Draco sighed, crossing his arms, also holding his robe. Dumbledore lifted his hands for silence and the happy students all took their seats and quieted down.
"First of all..." Dumbledore began to say but was interrupted.
"Look," Cally cut in.
"We appreciate this," Harry continued.
"But," Cally added.
"We're tired," Draco finished and the three turned and walked out, leaving the school in silence...
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A/N: Hello, again. Thank you for reviewing, all of you.
To Miss Lesley, your review was the longest and I must say the most appreciated, though my other reviews are appreciated as well, you opened my eyes to the other readers out there: the confused reader. In your review you contradicted yourself quiet a bit. Instead of telling me how to slow down, you gave me a lecture on how to speed up. The background in this fic is revealed with its progression, which is the reason the beginning of this fic is somewhat long in it's context. If you must know, Harry's reason for exception is simply because things like this happen to him all the time and Draco's reason, if told, ould spoil the story. And so, I beg of you to be patient, as it was you who told me to slow down. All will be revealed soon enough.
To all my readers: I apologize for the characters that are out of character but as stated before, all will be revealed, be patient and enjoy the ride.
I'm all smiles for the number of reviews I received. Thank All of you for reviewing.
Draco: Enough talking!
Harry: Continue already!
Kirei: Here you go!
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Where we last left off...
"You don't look too bad yourself, Draco," was all he said before Callasandra grabbed both of them, the trio disappearing...
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Chapter Two: Conquered and Defeated
They reappeared outside of Harry's home on Private Drive.
"Bloody Hell, how'd you do that?" Harry exclaimed, looking around at his hell.
"Another perk of being a vampire," she smirked, standing in between them. She knocked on the door softly, and then rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for them to come to the door.
"Why do I have to be have to meet damn Muggles?" Draco groaned, crossing his arms. Harry put his hands behind his back patiently; readying himself for the noise he was about to hear.
"Because I need to keep my eye on you," she said simply, ringing the doorbell again. A commotion was heard behind the door and it swung open. The trio came face to face with a purple faced, ugly, fat man.
"What do you want?" The man exclaimed, pulling them inside and then looking behind them to see if they had been seen, "you're supposed to be at the school, boy, go away!" Callasandra looked at him up and down, eyes beginning to slit.
"We won't be long Uncle Vernon, we just came to tell you something," Harry said patiently. He was now eye to eye with the fat man he knew that if his uncle laid a hand on him now he would be able to hold his own.
"At the moment," Callasandra began calmly, noting the presence of a fat boy about Draco's age and a really skinny woman behind the fat man, almost like they were backing him up, "I am in my rights to kill all of you for treating Harry the way you have..." she was interrupted.
"You can't use magic on us," the fat boy exclaimed and his father, she assumed, nodded along with his mother.
"I didn't say anything about magic," she stated, looking at her nails. Harry leaned against the wall nearest to the door as Draco leaned on a desk near the door, looking around the Muggles home. The fat boy interrupted her once more.
"I can take all three of you!" She disappeared, reappearing directly in front of him; she grasped his collar and leaned him down to be eye level with her.
"Are you sure?" she whispered to him, slit eyes making him shake. The skinny woman screamed and the fat man took a step back. She released him, pushing him into the woman and man and crossed her arms over her chest. "Now, there are two reasons in which I have come here. One is to announce in person that Harry will not be returning to your home. He will however, be sending you gifts on the holidays for keeping him but I have no intention of allowing you to see him in person again. In payment for putting a roof over his head, no matter how poor, you will be receiving the amount of money you have spent on him his entire life. And two, you will apologize for mistreating him, all of you." Again, she was interrupted.
"How dare you?" The fat man exclaimed, about to say more, she appeared in front of him, gripping his collar and bringing him to his knees, literally.
"It's either you apologize or I kill you, your pick," she hissed, eyes glowing dangerously. Vernon looked over to Harry, sweat on his brow. Harry had pushed himself away from the wall and was openly gawking at the scene before him.
"I'm sorry for everything," Vernon said, ashamed. She let his collar go and looked to the other two.
"Sorry-sorry," they sputtered out, scared. She smirked, walking over to Draco and crossing her arms, leaning on the table beside him as he looked on in interest.
"Do you forgive them?" she asked Harry, eyes un-slitting and becoming large and child-like once more. Harry nodded mutely, looking at his 'family' dully after getting over his shock. He frowned at them.
"I don't agree to giving you anything," was all he said, turning to the door and walking out, Draco following. Callasandra turned to them before leaving, throwing a smirk their way.
"It wouldn't be wise to speak poorly of him, or magic," she stated then left...
The three of them appeared in Hogsmeade, Harry slightly excited.
"I can't believe you said that to them, my heart was going a mile a minute!" He exclaimed, jumping and twirling for no reason at all.
"It was amusing," Draco smiled, a genuine smile that made Harry smile, if possible even wider. Callasandra smirked, looking around the place.
"The Three Broomsticks then?" she asked, walking briskly and for once not sticking to the shadows. Harry stopped jumping all of a sudden and had a thoughtful look on his face, putting a finger to his chin. He nodded. The three of them laughed at the act, for some reason finding it unbelievably funny. They walked in, laughing at each other and taking a seat. Their laughter died down as they began to look over the menu, big smiles on their faces. "Get whatever you like."
"I'm paying," Draco interjected, looking over his menu at Harry and Callasandra.
"Nah, I'm paying," Harry said, putting his menu down and looking at the two of them in challenge.
"Both of you are wrong, I'm paying," Cally smirked, putting her own menu down and looking at them.
"No me."
"No me."
"No me." They bickered for a while before a waiter came up to their table pad in hand.
"Can I take your order?" He asked, his deep voice silencing them. All three of them looked him over with big eyes. He had brownish blond hair, beautiful hazel eyes and strong features. Cally was the first to snap out of it, her voice waking the other two up as well.
"Yes, can I have the number 26, no lumps please," she smirked at him, eyes running up and down his body. His bronze complexion took on a light pink color at his blush.
"And you two?" he asked, writing the order down quickly but eyeing Callasandra oddly.
"Number 8 for me," Harry smiled and the man jotted that down as well, looking at Harry oddly, like he was checking him out, making Draco scowl for a moment.
"Six." He said simply, collecting their menus and handing them over. When he left Draco looked to Cally and Harry who shared a look that clearly said "Damnnnn!"
"What's a number 26, Cally?" Harry asked, looking over his menu to see that there was no number 26.
"You'll see," smirking, she started to play with a napkin and some sugar packets that were on the table.
"You think he's cute?" Draco asked her, but she knew he had meant it for Harry.
"Don't you?"
"He's too tall," Draco said, looking after him and checking out his firm butt. Harry started to laugh, joined by Cally and then by Draco.
"I feel silly," Harry chuckled, receiving another bout of laughter from their table. A woman came up to them, hips swinging and the word manager on her uniform robes.
"I'm going to have to ask you not to draw too much attention," the woman said softly. Callasandra looked at her, her eyes beginning to slit and the woman screamed lightly, jumping back.
"Sure, we'll calm down if you do," she smirked at the woman and the lady walked away, flustered and looking much like a younger version of Professor McGonagall...
A half an hour later, the same waiter came back with their orders. He handed Harry a burger and fries, Draco a medium done steak and Callasandra fries with a plastic cup that wasn't see-through with a cap and straw.
"Fries and a drink?" Draco asked, cutting his steak.
"Yes."
"Couldn't you have just said that?" asked Harry, eating a fry.
"No." Both boys sighed, shaking their head and eating the rest of their meal in silence...
"Where are we off to now?" Harry asked, stepping outside of The Three Broomsticks and taking a deep breath of air.
"To get some new robes, since your other school robes look like you've worn them for two years," she stated, being interrupted.
"I have," Harry noted, following behind the two that walked to the nearest clothing shop. Cally shook her head, continuing.
"Ewie to that and after that we're going to get you some nice glasses cause those look like...just bad." Draco chuckled at that, hands in his pockets.
"You've been quiet, Draco, you alright?" Harry asked, changing the subject of his appearance.
"Yeah, just thinking about what my parents are going to say. They'll probably be the happiest people in the world," Draco scowled, walking in the shop, the door having opened 'magically'...
"I like them," Harry smiled, walking out with five bags and a pair of thin, silver, rectangular glasses on his nose, Draco carrying as much as well.
"Ok, it's five o'clock, we have a half an hour to put these away and get ready for dinner," Cally told them, putting the one bag she carried down and taking Draco's and Harry's bags as well. She waved her hand over them and they disappeared, only her bag remaining.
"Where'd they go?" Draco asked, looking around cutely.
"To the tower, we only have a half an hour to get ready and five minutes to get there so let's go to the nearest motel, change and go!" Cally exclaimed, grabbing her bag and walking briskly to the Tiburon Motel for Wizards and Witches...
Callasandra gave them a twice over before taking their arms and transferring them to Malfoy Manor.
"I'm still not getting the hang of that," Harry muttered when Cally rang the doorbell. Draco fidgeted at her side, Harry looking at the large size of the building, his mouth in a cute o-shape. She rang her arms around theirs, lifting her shawl and putting one hand over the other. The door opened slowly to reveal the one and only Lucius Malfoy.
"Well," Lucius said coolly, looking over the three of them with a raised eyebrow, "We are pleased to have you." The three nodded in unison and Cally stepped forward, letting go of their arms and holding her hands out to him, "And it is always a pleasure to have you, Callasandra." Lucius' tone was suggestive though cool, leading on, going unnoticed by Draco who was used to his father's 'friendly' nature. He hugged her as he would a lost child, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Shall we?"
Cally nodded, head low and submissive in her stance though her eyes gleamed, slitting slightly under her mane of hair. She wore a black, sparking dress, light glitter spread around the deep black fabric to make it so, no sleeves or arms, making her shoulders bare, see-through gloves on her arms up past her elbow and a few inches from her shoulders. The dress clung to her tightly, showing off a slim waist and shapely thighs. Her glass-like, black shoes clicked the moment she walked into the house, Draco and Harry behind her. Her hair had been brushed and gelled to the point of waviness, the long mane bouncing slightly as she moved, her green, see- through, with silver glitter, shawl adding to her look and how perfectly she matched with the two
Harry wore black dress pants, a silver belt holding up the expensive material. His green, silk shirt added to the look, his hair brushed into a waved back look, his black robe completing his outfit, the deep green of the shirt adding to his sharp green eyes. Draco wore a similar outfit, his pants trimmed differently with silk strips, and a silk, silver shirt to match. His eyes were a stormy gray, making it easy to get lost in though Lucius only looked once when they arrived, setting off the look even more, his own black robes finishing off the setup. Both boys wore suede shoes made of the same fabric of their pants. Draco's greenish silver belt making him 'fit in'.
"You know each other, father?" Draco asked, breaking Lucius from his evaluation of their appearances. Callasandra looked up at her Uncle's best friend, eyes glowing, lips curved into a slight smirk.
"Of course, you can't be the niece of Serverus Snape and not associate with Death Eaters," she said simply, walking ahead of them. She walked to the chair nearest to the fire of the over-sized living room, leaning into it.
"Callasandra, oh, it's so nice to see you," Narsicia Malfoy exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the small girl.
"Nice to see you as well, Narsicia," Callasandra smirked, patting her on the back as a form of acceptance to the foreign sign of affection. She released her and gracefully stood, turning to her husband, son and Harry.
"Well, you must be Harry Potter, you look better than the last time I saw you" she smiled coolly, her features that of false warmth. Her light blonde hair was wavy, her body slim, features young and schooled, too perfect for Harry's taste. Her eyes traveled down his body freely, tongue flicking out to lick pink lips.
"That I am madam," he answered, all of a sudden finding the tiles on the floor very interesting as he blushed fiercely.
"Mother," Draco nodded to her, face devoid of all emotion.
"Son," she nodded as well. Callasandra stepped away from the woman of the house, eyes catching how both adults eyed Harry. She pressed down the urge to growl, instead, moving her shawl up on her bare shoulders, eyes' locking with Draco's for a moment.
"Well," Lucius stated, properly (all that man does is proper) clearing his throat, "I do believe we should move to the meal and our discussion."
At the table, Callasandra sat next to Draco, Harry having been pulled across from them to be seated in between Lucius and Narsicia. Lucius sat at the head of the table, Draco to his right and Harry to his left. He snapped his fingers and food magically appeared onto the plates. The only person that began to really eat was Harry, ignoring the looks that he was receiving from everyone except Callasandra.
'Pace yourself, they don't really eat it. It's sort of like playing with your food, eating it bit by bit. If you're hungry when we leave then be hungry, I'll get you some food, ok?' Callasandra told him telepathically when they locked eyes. He nodded in his head, putting down the salad fork he had been using to tear at the greenery.
"I am aware that Draco is to become...a vampire," Lucius confirmed, taking a perfect sip of his wine and swirling it around in its cup. Callasandra nodded, not having touched any of the food, her hands folded in her lap neatly as Draco ate a few pieces of lettuce beside her.
"Yes, and I need to be around him at all times, at least within a few yards. So, since I know that I would never allow him to stay here, completely with you, seeing as what you do to him... an arrangement will be arranged."
"Such as?" he asked. His wife remained silent, as did Harry who found the lettuce very interesting, only breaking off small pieces of it with his fork and putting it in his mouth.
"We will stay here for half the summer, the other half will be at my godfather's home."
"We?" he raised a perfect eyebrow into an arch.
"Yes, we. I also need to keep Harry in my sights, and though staying here will put him into danger, I find it more dangerous that he is not under my gaze. If you can't agree to that I can't say I will allow you to see your son again, even if he wants to see you," she spoke coolly, eyes locked to Lucius' to show that he did not own her, nor Harry and definitely not Draco, not anymore anyway.
"And what makes you think we will allow you, even with your threats? After all, Draco is the last of our ki..." his voice never changed though his brow knit together slightly.
"They are not threats, merely facts," she interrupted, "The easiest course of action for me would be for Draco to just stay with us but...I'll give you the shadow of a doubt and say you are real parents that would in fact like to see their child every so often," she smirked, leaning back slightly when he put down his cup and leaned forward gently. Draco watched, eyes wide, listening fully to their conversation.
"Are you implying we are bad parents?"
"No, but I know what it's like to be in the company of Death Eaters, especially one in the family. I know what you do here, what you do to him and I can't say I'm pleased about it. In fact, I have the mind to kill you right here and now for all the things you've put him though," her voice was nonchalant as she looked back and forth, from the mother to the father. Lucius leaned back and Narsicia met her gaze but only for a moment.
"What makes you think this isn't a trap to get the boy," Lucius asked, gesturing with his hand toward Harry. Callasandra's eyes flickered to Harry before meeting Lucius with an intense glare.
"If it was I wouldn't worry too much, after all, I do know what you plan to do..."
"And what is that?"
Callasandra stood, walking behind Lucius and standing directly behind Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"We're leaving," she said firmly, giving his shoulder a squeeze. Draco stood as well.
"Sit down, Draconius," Narsicia told him and he met Callasandra's eyes. Just then the doors to the dinning room flung open, revealing the one and only Voldemort. His black robes floated around him, his deformed features and what looked like his eyes locked onto Harry. Callasandra stood in front of him, blocking him from view.
"Get out of the way!" He shouted, waving his hand. She was knocked from him and into the wall, putting a dent in it. Harry sat frozen, a small piece of lettuce falling from the fork half way to his mouth, his eyes wide. Each step Voldemort took was in slow motion, Draco's voice ringing in everyone's ears as Lucius Malfoy and Narsicia Malfoy stood back.
"No!" Draco shouted beginning to run for Harry but everything seemed so slow, his movements slower than Voldemort's who wiped out his wand, shouting the most unforgivable of all curses. Draco tumbled to his knees, falling but still trying to get there as the curse hit a mark.
When the slow motion was off, Voldemort stood, a smirk on his deformed face as the smoke cleared, Draco sat on his knees, eyes wide in shock and fear, watering. Lucius and Narsicia stood back, smirks on their faces as well. The smoke cleared and there stood, in front of Harry, Callasandra with a smirk on her face as well, her green shawl spread as she blocked Harry from view, the shocked Potter not able to do anything but stay, wide-eyed.
"It'll take much more than the Arvada Kadabrea curse to get rid of me. And you just made a mistake by attacking Harry," was all she said before she lunged at him, long nails slicing into his deformed, juicy neck, face set into a snarl, black blood spurting on the floor as the Dark Lord tried to hold his neck. His hand reached toward Lucius and Narsicia who stood in shock, holding one another as fearful eyes looked to Callasandra. She sliced into him again, across his black clothed chest, blood drenching her hands but not any other part of her. Her fangs gleamed in the dim light of the now broken chandelier. Voldemort's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"I'll be back," he whispered, falling limp to the floor. A black wind came from his body, making those that watched on the sidelines shield their eyes. Callasandra stood in front of him, fist at her sides as his black soul came from his dead body.
"No, you won't," was all she said before bringing her hand to it, in front of the sort of face that was forming. Her small hand slowly made its way into a fist, screams heard from the thing as it slowly went into her hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Noooooo-Aaaahhhhhhhh," Voldemort screamed, the last of his soul going into her hand. The silence rang in everyone's ears. The doors to the front of the house burst open and about fifty Auroras came in, searching the place.
"Is that him?" One of them asked her, kicking the limp body with his foot. Callasandra shook her head, opening her hand. In the palm of her hand, sat a small piece of coal.
"This is him," she stated, voice soft. She closed her fist around it, squeezing the piece of coal. Upon opening her hand again, nothing was there, nothing but a small cut on her hand, which quickly closed before the man noticed. A loud cheer broke out over those that had just entered the house and Cally received pats on her back. She scowled at them, mouth closed and moved to a still frozen Harry.
Moving his face back and forth, side to side she confirmed that he was all right, giving him a hug for support, which he returned full fold. Draco stood on shaking legs, wobbling over to them and wrapping his arms around them both.
"Ahem," someone said behind them and they turned to see two Auroras holding Narsicia and Lucius, "what about these two?" Callasandra and Harry looked to Draco who looked from parent to parent.
"They caused this," he stated, then turned back into the hug...
The three of them waved goodnight to the Auroras that had taken them to Hogwarts then trudged up the steps.
"Do the two of you want to go to the Great Hall for a midnight snack?" Draco asked, holding his stomach. Harry nodded enthusiastically along with Cally. Draco gave her a skeptical look. The only food he ever saw her come close to eating was the French fries but she didn't even touch those and slurped on the drink.
"Food," Harry droned, dragging his feet, robe on his arm, hair in a messy ponytail. Callasandra and Draco giggled at him, opening the doors to the Great Hall. They were met with cheers and whistles, the room completely full of all of Hogwarts. Callasandra looked to Harry and Draco who were looking around a little shocked.
"Great," Draco sighed, crossing his arms, also holding his robe. Dumbledore lifted his hands for silence and the happy students all took their seats and quieted down.
"First of all..." Dumbledore began to say but was interrupted.
"Look," Cally cut in.
"We appreciate this," Harry continued.
"But," Cally added.
"We're tired," Draco finished and the three turned and walked out, leaving the school in silence...
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