Swept Into The Wind
Chapter Five: Be Gone of Dark Magic
Written by: chocolateswirl88
Riley always enjoyed driving up the way-countryside. It gave her time to think and to finally be alone after her pathetic excuse to a stepmother ordered her all day and everyday. But today, she was driving down the country road on buisness, one target on her mind: Palo.
He was a secret faerie. He bore many secrets and hardly spoke to anyone. Riley was one of the few that he would grace with his presence. Palo was old, his hair greying as were his wings. Fourteen-thousand years old was pushing the limits for faeries. Usually they did not live past two hundered because of some new war that would happen between a race or another. Riley looked to her watch. It was ten till 4:00 P.M. She had to hurry.
Stepping on the gas pedal more, the car gave a sickening lurch before its engine roared with frenzy and she pushed one-hundred-and-eighty miles per hour down a simple dirt road. Dust and debries billowed from underneath the car and went miles behind her. If she were to loose control over the vehicle, she surely would die. All the while, Riley grinned. She glanced at the spedometer. One-hundered-and-ninty-nine. Her eyes narrowed and she thrust the clutch into reverse. With a loud crack and blinding flash of white light the car vanished completely. Large clouds of dust and dirt still raging like a tornado far down the road.
With a large POP Riley and her car appeared safely onto a pebble road. Up ahead, north of her stood a huge mansion made of stone and concrete. Placing the car into drive once again, he tore off at seventy miles toward the house. Stones and pebbles flew in every direction, boucing off of trees and into the dark green grass. Fifteen feet from the house she did a full three-sixty and stopped instantly. The dark blue front door of the house was thrown open, and Palo clutched to his balcony. He had heard the noise. But his facial expression faded to pure kindness and joy at the sight of Riley.
"Riley!" He called, descending the stairs quickly. He embrased the girl tightly, kissing her temple. It had been nearly 10 years since he had seen her. "My goodness you've grown so!" She grinned, hugging the old faerie in return. "Come, come. You musn't be seen. Hurry, inside!" She gave a quick glance to her car, and it dissappeared and blended in with the gravel drive. Nodding, Palo ushered into his house, closing and locking the door behind them. "Good heaven's child, you know better than to drive on your own when Voldemort is looking for you!" Riley rolled her eyes, a grin on her face.
"Do you think that's going to stop me?" The faerie gave her a skeptical look.
"No, I don't suppose not."
"Listen, Geraldo was right in calling me to France." The greying faerie spun around. "By the time I got there the base had been destroyed. None of them were dead, some wounded, no losses."
"Where are they then?" Palo summoned a pot of broth, dishing a mug for Riley. She accepted the glittering coffee mug, thanking the man, and taking a deep sip from it.
"I sent them to my house for the time being. Minn is putting up concealing charms and spells to hide the rest of them and the several additions that Dad had to add to the house. It's mostly underground, but if we got any deeper, we would have hit the magic line. Lord knows the Ministry would have found me within seconds then." She drank again.
"And Harry Potter?" Palo looked stern.
"He knows of me. But he does not know anything else."
"So he assumes you're a freak-child then?" Riley nodded, tracing her forefinger over the mug's edge. "Good. If he found out there were more faeries, he'd want to be one. Cassee has been on duty for the past two days. She says he's training again. This time it's dark magic."
Riley chocked on her brother, sending herself into fits of rapid coughing. When she was finally able to get ahold of herself, she was shocked. Her eyes had gone wide, the light purple specs were back.
"What?!"
"He is practising dark magic. He already has the Killing curse down. I'm afraid of what he might learn."
"That makes two of us. What am I going to do now?" Riley stared at her right hand. On her ring finger was a pure silver ring, embroidered with dark blue vines and leaves. "Oh no." Palo nodded.
"You're going to have to." Palo replied, placing a hand over her own. His palm covered the ring. Riley sighed. "Riley, it has to be done. If you don't free him of the dark magic, then the Light is not going to win. He'll stoop down to Tom Riddle's level and become the next dark lord slowly within time. Then he will use you to destroy all, and completely wipe our race away from the earth."
"But it hurts the humans." Riley said quietly, her eyes never leaving her ring. "It's nearly like the curtacis curse. Unbearable pain. Only, I'm taking a certain amount of magic from his blood. Palo, isn't there another way?"
"You and I both know that this is the only way. When you return home, do it, then explain to him that Voldemort has location spells for everytime a dark curse is used. Harry is nearly caught. Death eaters are starting to roam privet drive. Cassee says that your dad is getting worried." Riley nodded, standing up.
"Then I have to go now. I can't waste anymore time. I'm teleporting." She said firmly.
"That would be the best choice. Get there now, perform the spell, and get home as fast as you can. I suggest that when you leave Number Four, that you charm your hair shorter and turn it black, and your eyes black as well. When you're safely home, you can change back. Then contact me once its all over." Riley nodded, running to the door and down the steps. Palo watched as her car reappeared and she hopped inside. Her eyes turned to pure white, and a silver portal suddenly appeared, spreading mist nearly 3 miles high over the entire house and herself. When the air had cleared, Riley had gone. Palo went back inside, locked the door, and charmed his entire house.
Another faerie came up the stairs, she was dressed in dark green, her brown hair tied into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. She hugged the old man and led him to the kitchen, placing another cup of broth before him.
"Don't fret over Riley." She told him. "She's the most powerfull of all of us. She knows her duties." Palo sighed.
"I know Merial. But I still think of her as a daughter. Ever since she stayed with us once her mother died, I have worried over her." Merial patted his hand.
"She thinks of Harry as a friend. He'll understand why she has to do this. And that Oliver that she met on the Ferry will support her and protect her as much as he can. I can tell in the way that he looks at her." Palo grinned. "Yes, I was spying on her journey. I do say, he is a very handsome man. He'll do her well."
Moments later, Riley's car dropped out of the sky and into her driveway. Her father ran out, buy before he could say another word, Riley sprinted off to the Dursley's. He watched for a moment before realizing what she had to do. He hurried to the car, drove it inside the garage and watched as the automatic door closed, blocking out the outside world. He ran back inside and with a flick of his finger, every shade and curtian closed and the ceiling lights and the lamps turned on. Many confused faces came from the stairs and other rooms in the house.
"DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!" The Dursley's doorbell rang frantically. Petunia bustled to the door.
"I'm coming I'm coming, my goodness!" She said, irriatated by the visitor already. But her face turned to confusion when Riley burst through the door and bounded up the stairs toward Harry's room. "Hmm." She muttered, deciding not to ask. Petunia wasn't sure if she wanted to know or not.
Upstairs, Harry was reading one of his dark arts books when Riley burst through the door, a frantic look on her face. He jumped up and attempted to cross the floor to get to her. She held up a hand.
"You've been practising the Dark Arts." She said forcefully, her eyes gaining more lighter purple. Harry nodded.
"I've got to destroy Voldemort. I ha-"
"Not with dark magic!" Riley hissed, a small breeze was blowing her hair in every direction. "Tom Riddle has trackers on every dark curse out there Harry. He's close to finding you. He's close Harry." Harry opened his mouth to say something, but the look on Riley's face cut him off. "If you stoop to his level, the whole world is going to be destroyed. And I'll be caught. You'll be dead, and evil will reign. Do you want that to happen?" The raven haired boy shook his head, clearly confused. Riley raised her right arm, her ring pointed directly at Harry.
"What are you doing?" He didn't know whether to be scared or worried. He groped for his wand.
"There's no need for your wand." She told him. "I'm going to erase the dark magic from your blood. You're making yourself a bigger target than you are already Harry. Hold still. Don't make this hurt worse then it will." Without warning or any indication it was coming, a white light shot at him, knocking him backwards against the wall. Harry's body thrashed as he struggled to keep from screaming Riley's eyes were pure white. "Release him!" She was blasted by a strong gust of wind. And slowly, the stream of white light that had obsorbed itself into Harry's body came from him. It had turned black. She was sucessful in reliving him of the magic.
"Bloody hell.." Harry gasped, scrubbing his face with the palms of his hands. "That hurt." Once the black stream had fully dissappeared into Riley's ring, she returned back to normal. All except the beautiful white wings that portruded from her back. She sighed.
"I'm sorry I had to do it." She muttered, helping her friend to his feet. "You might want to sit down for a while, eat some chocolate. You'll feel better soon." Harry nodded, digging through a drawer to find a chocolate bar. He broke a chunk off for Riley, handing it to her.
"You don't have to stand, go ahead and sit." He motioned towards his bed.
"I can't. I have to get home. Since there are deatheaters about, it's not safe for me to be outside my home. At least for the next two days. With a flick of her index finger the room shone blue for a moment and the hue dissappeared. "You won't be able to practise dark magic any longer. Your house is spelled, your dark magic books are blocked, and so is your wand from using the spells. Don't try it again Harry. Unless you want to be forced to join Voldemort. I have to go. Don't come for me." With a quiet whoosh she was gone. Harry rubbed his forehead.
"She is an odd one." He said after sometime, taking another bite of chocolate. "Exactly why it would be diffuclt to date her." He grinned, taking out a picture of a black haired girl from his desk. He was in the picture too, hugging her tightly around the waist and planting a kiss on her neck. The girl was giggling, trying to push him away. A slow smile spread across his face as he ungracefully shoved the rest of the chocolate into his mouth. "Hah!"
