Chapter 12
Notes
:Some altercations involving the original story line for Harry Potter and Card Captor Sakura are made. SO don't bitch about it. Thanks.

"What the hell happened to her!" Touya roared Yukito, Syaoron, and his father Fujitaka were all forced to hold him back from lunging at the nurse.

"I am sorry but I will ask you to calm yourself once more or you will have to be removed from the infirmary." The head nurse, Poppy Pomfrey, commanded.

Touya growled behind his throat before yanking his hands away from the ones who had been restraining him and turning around to go to the bed where Makoto lay.

"I am sorry for my son's outburst; he's just very attached to his younger sisters and also lost his girlfriend today." Fujitaka said voice warm with sympathy.

The usually strict and demanding mannered woman suddenly softened, smiling slightly.

"I do recall when a boy about his age was just as furious about a dear female loved one." She recalled, staring off into space in remembrance for a moment.

"Yeah…yeah." Fujitaka repeated with a little sad smile.

A few moments and the familiar bland, strict visage returned to Pomfrey, then turning to check on other patients.

The brown-haired man sighed woefully before turning around to return to his daughter. Brown eyes grew noticeably bright and glassy, only magnified by his glasses.

As a father he felt he had failed, he was supposed to protect his children. It was any father's out right nature to want to shield their child from any pain, take on the pain instead of them, and here was his baby girl, shaking with pain that he could not stop.

This scene was too familiar, torrid memories of his Nadeishko rushing back and slamming him all at once.


"Do you have an escort for the Yule Ball this evening, Daidouji-san?"

"Please call me Nadeishko," she insisted, blushing faintly at the titter from her two best friends behind her, Lily Evans and Sonomi Daidouji.

The painstakingly handsome Gryffindor flashed a toothy white smile, taking Nadeishko's smaller, pale hand into his larger, darker one.

"Well…Nadeishko, do you have an escort for the Yule Ball?"

The Hufflepuff's blush deepened as she suddenly couldn't meet his eyes any longer, gaze falling to the shiny marble floor beneath them.

"I-I don't have an escort, as of yet."

Unknown to her, Fujitaka grinned wide at that, feeling rather elate.

"Then please consider allowing me to do the honor?"

"I-if it please you…you may."

"Yes, yes it would." He murmured happily, "I must bid thee a farewell, Quidditch practice and I am sure James will have my head on his wall if I am late again."


"Seems like you two are the proud parents of a baby boy!" The nurse remarked with a smile, handing a blue bundle to the exhausted woman.

The man beside her smiled warmly down at his new born son, wiping away the dark purple locks that plastered about his wife's sweaty forehead.

"You gave your mommy a difficult time kiddo," Fujitaka joked, gently pushing aside one of the blanket lapels away from his son, his first born's face.

A small face yawned and eyes opened to reveal sparkling brown eyes. The new born blinked and tilted his head to the side, staring up at Fujitaka curiously.

"Yes, yes Touya that's your daddy." Nadeishko murmured lovingly, gently cradling her baby side to side.

"Peach blossom?" the newly made father blinked, shaking his head a bit then blinking some more.

His wife giggled, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his raw-boned cheek.

"I'll let you name the next one."


"Makoto."

Violet colored eyes looked up at her husband of five years, questioning and confused.

"Wisdom of Trees?"

The handsome man only grinned, wide and shameless as he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"You said I could name the next one."


"Shhh, shh…save your energy Deishi…" Fujitaka whispered, large pools of tears gathering at the edges of his eyes.

Near death his wife was and put in this condition by that bastard Voldermont. The prick had viciously murdered their best friends James and Lily Potter two years ago and had returned to finish off their son, Harry. Surprisingly, the child of barely a year old escaped his wrath with a thunderbolt shaped scar etched upon his forehead. But when Voldermont had returned now, two years later, he wasn't prepared for Nadeishko to be there, ready to battle him away.

Nadeishko had promised to Lily to protect Harry if anything was to happen to her and she had intended to keep that promise at all costs. The cost however, was her very own life.

"Fufu…p-protect the children, ddon't let Voldermont win…" she gasped, chest heaving with the effort.

"I promise," he quickly assured, cradling her in his arms and holding her close to his chest.

A blood-covered hand reached up to cup the pained man's cheek, caressing it gently.

"I-I lo-love yo—"

Body jerked once and her hand slumped her side, dead while her husband waited eagerly for her to finish. Flashes of fear and apprehension surfaced on Fujitaka's brown eyes as he began to shake his head wildly, denying it.

"No, no, NO!" He cried, drawing his wife to his chest and squeezing her tight trying to revive her, stir her, bring her back from death.

"Nadeishko," he wailed woefully, tears soaking her already blood soaked shirt.


Eyes squeezed shut as Fujitaka tried to block out the incoming memories, the curled fist at his side shaking slightly with the effort.

"Dad?"

The former Gryffindor jerked, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to regain his bearings. When his vision focused, he noticed his son and other daughter staring at him with concern.

"You alright dad?" Sakura suddenly asked as she rose from her spot at Makoto's bedside and began to approach her father.

"Oh…oh nothing. It's nothing to worry about Sakura." He fibbed quickly.

Nurse Pomfrey suddenly appeared again, a yellow folder open in her hands as her eyes scanned the contents of it. A few more moments and she suddenly looked up; face soft with sympathy and anguish.

"It appears that Ms. Kinomoto here has been cursed with crucio,"

Draco, who had been at Makoto's side all this time, suddenly released her hand and straightened to place a confused stare on the head nurse.

"But that isn't that one of the Unforgivable Curses?" Malfoy asked with a deep scowl.

"Well unfortunately yes."

"What in Christ's hell does that mean?" Touya quipped as his head snapped to glare at the elderly woman, teeth grit and face red.

One of Syaoron's sisters whipped around to give him a reprimanding glare, which he just brushed off.

"Well," Pomfrey started with hesitation, "The victim…the victim is inflicted with a great, immense pain and eventually leads to insanity. We can usually reverse the spell but all needed potions have suddenly vanished."

"VANISHED!" Touya roared, gaining the undivided attention of everyone, which thankfully was not that many, in the infantry ward.

With tolerance gone the tall, thin white clad female stepped aside and gestured for the exit, nose upturned.

"Since you cannot calm yourself, you must leave and return when able to control your emotions. Now good-bye."

They sighed and exited, Fujitaka and Syaoron forced to practically push Touya out with them. Draco remained however, clutching to her hand. She thrashed about, moaning out for it to stop and all the while a pair of sad ice-blue eyes watched.

"I'm so sorry Mako…I'm so so sorry."


A few days later and Makoto's condition grew worse each and every day. Fujitaka and the others remained in Hogwartz, refusing to leave until they knew Makoto was well. Dumbledore welcomed them with open arms, giving them a spare room and main essentials for them to stay. The children were allowed to attend the classes, their knowledge on spells and chants great enough to reach the other student's caliber and some even surpassing them.

Draco though, well he had returned back to his old self, even worse then prior. He was more edgy, more violent, more cold. Just yesterday Draco had snapped at Snape for requesting him to do something twice, which had won him five points deducted from the house and a detention cleaning the lab. He hadn't cared though, snorting and returning back to his potions.

Touya was just as bad, snapping at anyone and everyone who tried to even greet him. With his sister in the state that she was in and his love mysteriously gone like that, he had just gone berserk. He spent most of his days playing with a little black wolf cub that started wandering the school. The small ball of fur had followed him around like he was its mother, always at Touya's feet and constantly trying to pull it to the infirmary.

The boy in question currently sat in the soft, cushiony settee in the dormitory his family was assigned, playing with the cub that was situated on his lap.

"You remind me of my girlfriend ya know," Touya commented as he scratched that sensitive spot behind her ears.

The cub yipped at that, ears perking up and pushing up against his hand. Touya laughed.

"Even wolves love Noelle. Man…" he trailed off, face saddening at the though.

"She's great ya know." He suddenly informed the small animal, absently rubbing the wolf's furry head and staring off into space, lost.

"She's the type who'd give you her jacket during the middle of winter, not giving a shit if she got sick." Touya added with a solemn, somber tone and since he was too busy staring off into space, thinking of his beloved, he didn't notice the usual hyper cub stop moving and staring up at him.

"She writes poetry and fanfiction, which really comes in handy since she majors in English. Man, half the words she knows…makes me feel so stupid."

Touya laughed, a cynical and pained laugh as his hold suddenly tightened around Athena-wolf's ears.

"And all the while she still manages to wake up next to me and completely steal my breath away…" the nineteen-year-old trailed off, eyes falling down to the little animal in his lap, a small tear falling onto its fur-covered head.

The wolf whimpered at that, leaning back onto its hind legs and placing its front paws onto his chest, licking at the sudden tears that had managed to slip down his cheeks.

It was almost as if…as if the ball of fur were trying to comfort him, tell him that Noelle was still there.

Irony of it all was that, Noelle was right there, in his arms.

yeah, pretty boring. Sorry guys, big Draco and Mako stuff in next chapter. Laters.