" So, you want me to lure DUMBLEDORE to some party, just so Knife-happy over there can
kill him?" The sisters nodded, with the exception of a growling Minerva, as Tom Riddle took in
their plan.
" Basically." One of his thin eyebrows rose as he surveyed their faces.
" You are all eff-ing nuts."
" We know that. And the pay is alllll in Galleons." Said Arista playfully, batting her eyes
in a highly suggestive manner. Tom smirked, nodding his agreement. Minerva was still
pointing a knife at his forhead though...Caria slapped her hand down.
" Now, now, Minerva." said Elladora slowly, sipping her glass of red wine thoughtfully," You
DO want to kill him yourself, so this will be a simple exchange-"
" This bastard is still the one who killed my friend, if you remember...I know you opened the
Chamber of Secrets and killed Myrtle." Tom started, quickly settling down with a suave smile.
" I had no intention of killing that girl...I must admit, I thought only Dumbledore knew of
my involvement." Minerva snorted.
" I was Head Girl, you itiot. Dumbledore confided in myself and Moody of his suspicions.
He felt we needed to be...made aware of you..." Tom only smirked.
" Funny, thought you fancied old Dumbledo-AGH" He sputtered, as Minerva had lunged at
him, pinning his neck to the wall. Elladora's jaw dropped, and the glass of wine fell to the
floor with a crash. Arista giggled.
" Don't take well to rumors, do you? I don't know why your upset." Minerva glared at her,
recieving an innocent look in return.
" What? Its not like a girl couldn't purr at a guy like Dumbledore. He's a little older than
I'd like, but he's rather cute..." Minerva released Tom, only to hit Arista in the back of the
head as she left the ill-lit dungeon they had chosen as a meeting place.
" What!" yelled the witch as an exasperated Elladora grabbed her by the cloak and
pulled her from the room. Caria nodded to him and left as well.
" Just get him there, Riddle. We'll do the rest. Goodevening." And the door shut with a
bang, leaving an amused, though somewhat injured Tom Rriddle.
Kardis grabbed Sopra's arm, informing her to put down the Latajang she'd been practicing
with for the last three hours.
" We're ready, all you need to do is the cleanup mostly." Sopra made a face, at which
Kardis grinned apolegetically.
" Thats where we all started Sopra dear...I don't think your quite ready for killing yet."
She motioned for Sopra to don the black dress and cloak, then to follow her to the
meeting hall, where the Sisters and their husbands had dined earlier that evening.
Minerva, Caria, Arista, and Isis were waiting, all dressed in the same manner as
Sopra. Minerva's look took Sopra completly by suprise. She wore the same uniform
with a cut up the side, revealing half of her long legs. A headband, with what must
have been the crest of the Sisters, with it's double S monogram in the middle,
was around her forhead, marking her as the leader of the group. Her hair hung out
of it's ponytail down to her waist. She fingered the handle of her Latajang, which had
gold bands around the base of the two-sided weapon. The others, including the one
Sopra used ( which was smaller due to her inexperience) had silver bands instead.
" Alright, you all ready? Tom has confirmed that Dumbledore will be there, so the
plan is thus,the old man is mine to kill. Sopra, Kardis, you two will come in as
backup. Sopra is your responsibility, Kardis." Kardis nodded, patting Sopra on the
back.
" And Caria, Isis, Arista, you know what to do. Take out those aurors...
Moody especially." Elladora finished, then turned around and took the stairs
up to her and her husband's rooms. The group turned to Minerva.
" Let's go."
"Albus! I didn't expect to see you here!" shouted Alastor Moody as the Deputy
Headmaster entered, Harry with him. Alastor Moody nodded to Harry as Albus
took off his traveling cloak.
" I wasen't planning to. But young Mr. Riddle told me the Minister is out this
evening." Harry's eyes narrowed. He knew at the sight of Tom Riddle that
the young man was lying. But Dumbledore, though he mistrusted Tom
already, had no reason as of yet to completly disregard what he said as false.
No doubt the Minister was now wondering why Albus hadn't shown up to the
meeting. He sighed.
" Harry, feel free to have a snack. I don't know when Poppy will be able to get a
decent meal ready. I'll just be around." He smiled kindly at Harry before making his
way with Alastor towards the Longbottoms, who nodded in greeting. Harry decided
to immediatly do as Dumbledore suggested and partake of the excellent array of
appetizers he'd ever seen outside of Hogwarts. Distantly however, he wondered
what had become of Sopra Grey. He didn't like the fact that he'd not seen the
would-be kidnapper since he woke up in France. He looked at Dumbledore's
back as he talked with what must have been Neville's grandparents. The looked
hauntingly like Frank and Alice Longbottom. He wondered for a moment where
the future Deputy Headmistress was. Slowly, Harry turned to the window, where
he let out a suprised gasp. A group of women were there, holding long weapons
he'd never seen. And closest to him was none other than a young Minerva
Mcgonagall. Her eyes were cold as steel...
" AMBUSH!" He managed to yell, before one of the blades ripped through
his sholder. He had barely let out a cry of pain before a strong arm pulled him
out of harm's reach. As he struggled to regain his blurred sight, Dumbledore's
voice spoke in his ear.
" Wrap my cloak around that sholder. And stay hidden somewhere." He said,
a slight note of worry in his voice. Harry nodded an crawled towards a hidden
corner to wrap his bleeding sholder, which had bled enough to soak his shirt.
He looked through the bush. A man fell infront of him, a pointed blade sticking
through his chest. Oddly, all Harry could think of was how the man looked a
bit like Humphrey Bogart. Ducking under the table, Harry grabbed the woman's
leg as she turned to stab her curved half-moon blade into Moody's face. The
woman screamed as she fell over, hitting her head on the wood table. Harry got
a look at blue eyes before she passed out.
" Thanks, kid." growled Moody before running to aid the Longbottoms. He hit a
dark-haired woman over the head as she struggled with the female Longbottom.
The woman crumbled to the floor, and lay there motionless.
"Isis!" yelled another woman, one Harry knew had to be related to Professor
Snape, before an Auror took her on. As he got up, Sopra Grey stopped in front of
him.
" You!"
" You!" He replied. Sopra didn't keep him in her sight for more than a moment,
for the Aurors had suddenly given berth to a single battle. Both the women and the
Aurors stopped. And then Harry saw what they were all staring at. His stomach
gave a frightful twit, for he could now planly see his two most loved Professors
fighting one another. Both sported bleeding cuts and a gash or two. But Dumbledore,
Harry noted with optimism, wasen't giving off the pure anger he'd displayed when
Barty Crouch Jr. had tried to kill Harry. And neither did Mcgonagall. Her eyes
displayed something else...something fainty familiar to Harry. Like a glassy
emotion, some reason for her ability to fight a man Harry had often felt she must
love deeply.
cut to Albus and Minerva .
Albus paried the Latajang again with the light shield. Pulling a short sword he'd
gotton ( A Kodatchi to be exact...see Ruroni Kenshin's Aioshi Shinomori.) off
Alastor's cousin. It was strong enough to push Minerva back a significant distance.
" Time to pay you back for my little scar, Dumbledore." She said in a low purr
as her Latajang struck Albus in the sholder. He cried out momentarily before gritting
his teeth and attacking again.
" Why don't you EVER call me...AGH..by...my.name, Minerva? I'm.your.enemy.not.
your.teacher." The pain was now throbbing in his sholder, and the Kodachi was missing
it's target. Thought he couln't say why, a great pity had welled up in him for the lovely
woman he was fighting.
" What happened to...my student?" He said in barely a whisper, just as the Kodachi
and Latajang each bit into flesh. Minerva's eyes flashed, and her lips moved, but Albus
heared no sound. A blast from the other side of the room, however, forced her into her
adversary's arms. Both of them tumbled to the ground. Over Minerva's head, Albus
saw none other than one of the Sisters. About ten men had been blown away ( or apart...XS)
by the blast.
" Sisters! We're done!" And the women Disapporated. Looking down, Albus made eye
contact with Minerva before she too vanuished. To his anger, hatred filled her large green
eyes.
back to Harry
Sopra ran at the call, leaving a now profusely bleeding Harry in her wake. Evidently, she'd
hope he'd bleed to death. As the smoke cleared, Dumbledore came over to him.
" Harry? Hurry, lean on me, we've got to get back to HQ. I'll call for Fawkes..." Harry
stood up a little straighter, and leaned carefully on Dumbledore's unijured sholder.
The older wizard, too, leaned back on him. Together, and soon with Alastor Moody. they
managed to get outside. A whistle from Dumbledore, and Fawkes appeared. Moody, who
carried to unconcious body of the woman called 'Isis', grunted exapseratedly as Fawkes
chirped in a happy tone.
" All set?" Dumbledore asked gently. Harry nodded, still clutching his wounded sholder.
And then, in a flurry of fire, Harry landed next to Moody and Dumbledore on the rug at
HQ's living room. A scream alerted them to the young Pomfrey.
" Oh lord! Alastor! What HAPPENED to you three? Is that...a Sister of the Latajang?"
Alastor Moody grinned at her. Beside him, both Harry and Dumbledore swayed dizzily.
" Nice to know you cared Po...py.." And with that, all three of them pitched forward.
As Harry passed out, he sighed to himself.
' This is not my timeframe...'