Swept Into The Wind

Chapter Four: Of Training and Ferrys

Written by: chocolateswirl88

A big thanks to those of you who reviewed! I know this story is a bit on the odd side. But hey, I was in an odd mood when I got the idea. Don't worry, the first few chapters may seem a bit slow, possibly long, but I promise it'll get better as the plot develops! Keep-a-readin!

"Why such a surprised face?" The blonde drawled his words, a nasty smirk curling his lips. "I should think you would have figured it out before too long. My my, getting a little slow are we?" The girl crossed her arms over her chest. Her black shirt and dark blue jeans caused her hair to stick out, making her look slightly illuminated by the dull train light glare. The train huffed along the tracks, it's wheels clanging against the metal.

"You set me up." Her voice bore the same drawl as the blondes. She was trying to mock him. "Nice try, sending a few warlogs to do your job for you. What are you, scared? Needless to say, I'm not that hard you know." She smirked herself, letting her arms drop, her thumbs hooked in her belt loops, making her chest stick out. As expexcted, the blondes eyes wandered down to the black tshirt. He bit his lip.

"Trying to seduce me are you?" This time his smirk lightened to a mischeivious one that reminded her of the Weasley twins. He took a step closer. Then another. "I can assure you I'm not that hard either. Though, I can be." He was merely inches away from her face. "If you wish." This came but naught a whisper. She bit her lip.

"What do you want Draco?" She said with as much force as she could. He didn't seem fazed. Which didn't surprise her. In fact, he laughed.

"Nothing more then what you want, luv." She raised an eyebrow. "I can help you with those eh, urges, that you have. I saw you in your house in France. You should not be lonely. I can help you there." She cocked her head. There was something about their conversation that made her feel like he wasn't here to kill her.

"You didn't send those warlogs to kill me, did you?" Draco grinned, she felt herself grin too. "I thought it was funny how they were going about fighting me. Never would come more than 5 inches from my head with their axes. It's not the nature of a warlog to miss. Only if they were ordered. Why not want to have me dead?" Something in the blondes' eyes caused her to feel more relaxed.

"I sent them to bring you to me." At this, both her eyebrows raised. He chuckled. "You can turn your eyes back to normal now. I'm not here to kill you. Quite the opposite actually." Her pure white eyes changed to deep deep purple instantly. "Much better. Anyway. I sent the warlogs to fetch you so to speak. I've been wanting to speak with you, but everytime I try to follow you, you dissappear again. I heard you telling Potter you were going to France for a little vacation on your own. So I rushed to Paris and waited for your train, disguised as your limosine driver." Her nose scrunched up.

"I congradulate you on your efforts to sucessfully disguise yourself from me. I can't belive I couldn't smell you. Maybe the panther in me should get out a little more." Draco chuckled again.

"I had asked the warlogs to bring you to me, seeing if I went myself, Voldemort would find me. And then I wouldn't be here talking to you. Now, down to buisness." He sat, motioning her to sit across from him. Her elbows proped up on her knees she rested her head. "Ok. I've been nominated as the leader of the Vampires. I got the position. Greg was pleased to finally retire, and told me of your ties with our kind. I understand your sister Revelon is a bitten vampire?" She nodded.

"Happened when she was two. Two days after my eldest brother went missing. I went and asked for an antidote to prevent the curse to consume her completely to hold off the thirst for blood for as long as I could before I had to train her to control it. She's six now." Draco nodded.

"I am no longer in ties with Voldemort after my father was sent to azkaban. And I turned the vampires loyalty to me, and away from Voldemort. I can promise them more and get them what they want. If their leader does not follow the dark lord, then they do not. But we are not fighting for the side of the light yet. Dumbledore has yet to offer us something that we can really apretiate and use."

"So? I don't understand why this involves me." The girl leaned back and rested against the red velvet seats and propping her heeled feet onto the table between them. Draco motioned for his two companions to sit down as well. They removed their hoods to reveal two vampires as well. They too were good looking. She grinned. "Why is it all the vampires are always the hottest and sexiest ones? It's not fair!" Draco chuckled deeply. His compainions grinned.

"It's a sin that a girl so fine such as yourself is not taken." The brunette of the three said, his eyes wandered over her body. She smirked herself.

"We need you to help us." Draco said, leaning forward and clasping his hands together. "The other vampires. They are skilled, that's true. But they lack in formal combat. They are not prepared for a war to break loose. Small few minute battles is all they've been through. They need to be trained. And you're the only person that is skilled enough to teach how to fight. If I were to ask Dumbledore, I'd give myself away. And instantly the old man would be on my back." Draco waited for her to say something, but she gave no indication she was to speak. "Riley, I am not asking you to become a vampire. I am asking you to train them." The white haired girl gave a sigh, her deep purple eyes lost in thought. When she looked up, Draco noted the little flecks of lighter purple in her eyes.

"When and where do you need me?" She asked, leaning back and crossing her left leg over her right. Draco smirked. "Oh come off of it you little pervert. I'm not looking to have sex with you, but to train the other vampires. Tell me, you are aware of my abilities?" Draco nodded.

"I'm surprised the ministry hasn't discovered you yet. You'd be one hell of a gem to the light side. Potter is their only hope. If they found you, blimey, they'd have a field day." Draco looked intrigued. "I know of some of your tatics and what not. It's hard to know everything about you. You're a rather ticky one." Riley smirked.

"I have to." He raised an eyebrow. "Voldemort is already after my neck for his side. If he knew I was friends with Harry, then Lord knows what he'd have me do." Draco was now shocked, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Yes, I'm friends with Harry Potter. He lives just a few houses down from me." Before Draco Malfoy was able to say anything, the train came to slow, gradual stop. Riley looked out the window.

"The Ferry Dock." She said, jumping up and grabbing her shoulder back from the top compartment. The vampires got to their feet, looking confused. "This is my stop. I'm taking the muggle ferry to Britian and then driving my car back home. Listen, I can't do anything for at least twp weeks. I need to take care of some things around home and in London. Owl me then when you need me. And I'll be there to train them. As of right now, I don't suggest you come looking for me. I've got buisness in the faerie region of Britian. They're not exactly on good terms with the vampires." She turned, never looking back, and left the compartment in a great rush. She crossed the tracks and ran as fast as she could to the Ferry. Riley handed her ticket to the conductor and boarded the large, but beautiful ship. She was gone.

Nearly three hours while on the ferry, Riley looked out over the waters. They were calm on this warm day in August. The water shone blue-green, gently rocking the boat as they sailed back to Britian. A splash to her left drew her attention. Three dolphins were playing about the ship, waving their fins at her as they dove back into the water. She smiled.

"Oh bathe me." She murmered, reaching out a hand over the railing. "My worries and my troubles dissappear in your depths. My soul leaps with the dolphins, my mind one with your waves. Your dangerous beauty soothes the soul and washes the pain away. How such a world exsists blow the surface! Your gardens, your life. Your wonder." She smiled as a splash from a dolphin reached her hand, sprinkling it with the salty water.

"Lovely." Came a voice from behind her. Riley turned to see a very attractive younge man standing there, a kind smile on his face. She too smiled, realizing she never heard him come up. "Did you write that?" She nodded.

"Yes, I did write that poem, several years ago." The smile slightly faded from her face, but she reassured the stranger with a gentle nod. She cast one last look out to the dolphins before turning back to the man. "I never caught your name. I'm Riley, Riley Thomas." She extended her hand to the stranger.

"Oliver." He replied, his thick voice sounded as if he came from Scottland. "Oliver Wood." Riley gave a pretty smile. "I don't think I've seen you around before. Did you ever go to Hogwarts?" Riley gave a little grin.

"No. I had been going to Beauxbatons for my first five years of magical schooling. Though I now live in Surrey, on Privet Drive. I'm transferring to Hogwarts this year. I take it you have graduated from there?" Oliver nodded his head, grinning. Riley could feel her knees go slightly weak. He was truly VERY good looking.

"I was quidditch captian for the Gryffindor team. I admit durring my seven years there I was a bit obsessed about quidditch. That's all everyone had seen me for. Some of my old friends were rather surprised when I hadn't played professionaly. I'm now a professional artist for the muggle world. And a photographer for the magical world." Riley nodded, she was rather impressed with the boy already. "Any ideas of what you would like to do after Hogwarts?" Riley sat down and motioned for Oliver to sit as well. He did so and pulled his chair closer to hers. She mentally whooped.

"Oh I don't know. I thought about teaching for muggle schools while I write, paint, and do photography. In refrence to the wizarding world, I could retire already if I had wanted too. Though I think I'll paint in magical France. I actually just came from there. Art in the wizarding part of Paris is exceptionally huge. I could make good buisness with my works." Oliver grinned.

"I'd much like see your work. You say you write. Like what?"

"Poetry is a huge one. I have enough poems to create three anthologies at least 100 pages a book each. I've begun a novel, and several childrens' stories and series. Eventually I'm going to write a broadway for Muggle New York."

"Wonderful!" Oliver cried, clapping his hands together. "You don't know how wonderful it is to meet another artist that is also of magic descent. For a while I thought I was the only one!" Riley grinned. She hadn't noticed that Oliver's chair had moved closer still. Their knees were touching.

'I think I'm in love.' Riley thought with a grin on her face. 'Though I should think Harry wouldn't be too pleased about a new competitor. Poor lad, he already knows I can't date him. Oliver would devistate him. Oh well.' Oliver had told her of all the things he's done, a few descriptions about his best paintings, and already they were making dates to meet under more curtious occasions.

"I have a few deadlines that I have compleate for the Daily Prophet when I get home. That'll take at least a week or two to even get done. So how about August 17th, at Il Caffè di Baia di Oceano (The Ocean Bay Café)?" Riley raised an eyebrow.

"You speak Italian too!" She cried, she looked pleased, she was pleased. "Brillante!" Oliver smirked in spite of himself. A rather large bugle sound interrupted the mood as a voice came over the loud speaker somewhere in the middle of the ferry.

"Docking on Great Britian's shore. Last stop for passengers. Everybody off! You all have a lovely evening, and be careful. They just had a rainstorm on this edge, so the roads are a little slippery." Riley and Oliver descended the Ferry steps and reached solid land within five hours of traveling by water. Heaving her shoulder bag over her shoulder, she turned to shake Oliver's hand once more. Instead, he took her hand, and bent to kiss it.

"Buono ciao Riley. La vedrò su agosto diciassettesimo." (Good-bye Riley. I shall see you on august the seventeenth) Riley smiled, and bade him farewell. Her black mustange was still in its parking spot, dry even though there had been an apparent rain storm. Slipping into the drivers seat, she roused the engine and sped off down the highway road, finally returning to London after 3 weeks in France.

"Palo, you had better be home." She muttered as she put an opera cd into her cd player. "You said you'd help me."