Swept Into The Wind

By chocolateswirl88

Chapter Seven: The Faerie Counsil

It didn't take long to get to London. Not today. Considering the impecable timing of the Faerie Counsil, Riley had to use risky measures to get there as soon as she could. She had to teleport on a rather busy street and drove through what seemed like thin air to muggles and wizards alike onto a main side road.

She ignored the sudden screams and amazed cries and sped along the street, nearly missing several side parked cars. A sharp angled corner and she came to a screeching halt in front of a rather fancy looking diner. A hissing sound came from the tires. Riley glanced down and an amused grin plastered her lips. Her tires were burning due to the ridiculous speed.

"I'll have to fix that." She said to no one in particular." Locking her car, she entered the diner, looking for the waitress. She didn't have to wait long, for a petite woman bustled over to her and led her into a back door. Nodding her aproval, she dissappeared out of thin out and re-appeared in a room full of fellow faeries. She sighed as the cirular room brought back past memories. "Oi, I really do NOT want to be here." She muttered, taking her seat at the end of the first circle. A male Faerie stood up, and pounded a large hammer on the desk. The room went silent at once. Riley rolled her eyes.

"Now that we have everyone here." The man's eyes snapped towards Riley and addressed the room once again. "We have a dilema that we've not faced for nearly twelve-thousand years-up untill now. You all know that we are secluded from the wizarding world by difficult bariers. We only expose ourselves to other races only if we trust the individual. It appears that Albus Dumbledore has stumbled onto one of our spells, and somehow deactivated it." Riley's eyes suddenly shot to the elder faerie. Her mind reeling with possible solutions and problems. "No one knows how he did it, I don't think anyone will ever know-" He took a deep breath.

"He sought for me, and asked for the race of the Faeries to join him in his fight against Voldemort." It didn't take long for nearly every Faerie to begin shouting advice and protests. Riley was the only one to remain silent. Save for the Faerie in the center of the room. His eyes looked over to her once again. "Riley, what do you propose we do? You are in contact with the Wizarding World than most of us in this room." She looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"There's no mistaking that Dumbledore is a smart man. I've had several intereviews with him near the end of last year. Considering I am to attend Hogwarts to finnish my magical wizard training. He has tricks and riddles up his sleeve that no one could guess. He is powerful. How he discovered us is a mystery beyond me.-" The room broke out into a rage of murmering.

"However." Her voice rang throughout the room, gaining total silence. She stood. "He will not be able to distinguish Faerie, From Muggle, From Wizard. It is nearly impossible, unless we show ourselves directly. Meaning that their magic cannot force us to reveal our true identity. But, I do not say to join the side of the Light to fight against Voldemort. We are not a direct concern to this war. Voldemort may have discovered that there is a questionable person living on privet drive besides Harry Potter, but he dosen't know exactly what I am. He is trying, but he will not know.-"

"No matter how much Dumbledore meddles in our affairs and world, we will not join him unless we have become a part of this war. We are equipped and skilled fights for a war, but it is too soon. I must be allowed more time to train Harry Potter before we could possibly even think about a war. Your Grace, in order to prevent Albus to wander through our city doors, I suggest more constrast spells and allusion charms as well as security placements over the city. If we can delay him from getting to us again, that can buy us more time then needed to decide what is to be done." As expected the room burst out with shouting and what not. Riley leaned back against her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. He could listen to her reasoning, or ignore it compleately.

The Faerie standing in the center of the room looked around, trying to decide what needed to be done. Everyone else's ideas were not to a degree as the young Riley. She was very young compared to most of the elders in the room. But she was wise and the most powerfull of them all. She was second in line to their Ruler, Queen Lamique. Once the Queen decided to step down, or if she were to die for some reason, Riley would become Queen. He scanned the room once again, and finally, held up his hand.

"It seems to me." He began, while the noise died down. "That we have no other option then to go with Lady Riley's idea. Unless we were to come up with a more spectacular idea, it's all we've got. We can make this work. Now we need faeries that will spend time putting up more defences for our city. Who will help?" Riley looked around the room with a hard stare. Several talented Faeries stood up, offering their assistance. "It's settled then.We will begin tomorrow. Riley, will you be aiding us?" The white haired faerie shook her head.

"I cannot. I have other obligations that I have promised. So I'm not going to be free for the next few weeks. However, when I am finnished, I can come home and modify all that you've done and add a few spells of my own." The elder nodded.

"Lady Riley, how is the training of Mr. Potter going? We have not heard from you in a long while." Riley sighed, running a hand through her shockingly white hair.

"He's a difficult sire." She said, once again crossing her arms over her chest. "He had been practising Dark Magic, so I had to remove it from his system, blocked all his books and his wand. But none-the-less talented. I can only give him pointers and he seems to have the spell or charm mastered." The elder nodded. "So technically, I'm done with him."

"Good good. Do you wish to continue your schooling?" Riley nodded.

"Might as well, seeing how I've gone through 6 years of it already.I only have a year left."

"You are not going into sixth year?" Riley shook her head.

"I had to take a test to see if I am alright to go into sixth year. I'm smarter then sixth, so they put me in seventh, the final year." The elder faerie seemed impressed. Riley smirked.

Suddenly, the tall doors to the counsil room burst open and three officials from the Queen's aid rushed in, one carrying an envelope addressed to the elder. Riley sat up straight, leaning against the desk to try and get a closer look. The three stopped in the center of the room and handed the letter to the faerie. Riley's eyebrows snapped together, trying to figure out what exactly was within the paper.

The elder opened it, read the first line and looked up at the counsil. He continued on, his eyes getting wider by the second. Riley felt slightly concerened.

"Oh dear." He muttered, folding the letter back up and placing it back into his pocket. "Attention Counsil. It seems that Queen Lamique has decided to step down within the year. There is no set date, but she wishes to live a normal Faerie life with her newly found love and produce a family. My dear people, Riley is the next appointed Queen. Now we face the task of preparing her for her Rule." A stubborn eyebrow raised on the white haired faeries face, her purple eyes full of questions. "Ready Riley?"

"Oi." Was all she could say. Several counsil members chuckled inspite of themselves. "What a way to complicate a summer." The elder looked around the counsil once again.

"Court has been adjourned. You may all go home and those who are now responsible for our city's wellbeing tomorrow get some rest. We need you fully capabable. Riley, If you would please follow me to my office." Sighing, she stood along with every faerie in the room, except she took a left instead of a right. Several corners later she found herself at a pair of deep cherrywood doors, already opening at her presence. The elder was already sitting at his desk. "Are you ready?" He asked with a buisness-like voice. Riley plopped down in one of the big cushy chairs.

"Yeah." Her voice was rather tiresome. "I just didn't expect her to step down so soon. Do you think the Dumbledore thing scared her, Max?" The elder sighed and rested his head in one of his hands.

"It could very well be so." He admitted, pulling out a piece of parchment and a feather pen. "It's scared a lot of our people. The Queen has never delt with any of the outside worlds. Twelve-thousand years, goodness."

"I don't know if isolating us was the best choice." Riley spoke thoughtfully, her eyes wandering to the window behind Max's head. He looked up and flashed a quizzical look. "Yes we are different than most other folk. But it dosen't mean that we can't live amongst humans and other creatures. We don't have to show our wings or our traditional clothing. We may be forced to live amongst the wizarding folk, now that Albus has found where we have been hiding. He'll tell the Ministry." Max looked suddenly very weary.

"Of all things, a blundering old wizard had to find us at such an apropriate time durring their war. We'll be enslaved!"

"Not necessarily. They can't force us to work if we have an apointed government. In this case, we have the Queen, the Counsil." Max grinned.

"Yes, I should suppose that you shall protect our people at best, but more open than Lamique did. I just worry that you feel you are not ready." Riley sighed, falling back into her thinking mode. Her eyes looked out to the distance of her born home. It was just as beautiful as it was when she left. It felt right to be home, but she felt parted from the Wizarding and Muggle world.

"I'm ready, I just assumed she would wait untill I was out of school before leaving the throne. It seems rather sudden dosen't it?" Max nodded his head, writing down something on the parchment. "What are you doing?"

"Sending the apropriate papers to the Queen verifying that you are indeed ready to take her place. Plus, our people must be ready when you assume the throne." Riley nodded, sinking farther into the chair.

"Blimey dad is going to freak." She muttered, resting her head in the palm of her hand. "Alright Max, if there is nothing else we must dicuss, I really should be getting back. I have things to do, school to prepare for, Queenship to accept, and the bathrooms to clean. Good-day." Riley dissappeared before her elder even had chance to look up.

"Good-bye Lady Riley." He said to the thin air. "Punk Faerie, she'll give the city a run for it's worth." He smirked, finally signing the forms and watching them as they dissappeared to the Queen's desk.