Swept Into The Wind
By chocolateswirl88
Chapter Eight:Wanda, Sextupletts, and Hearty Talks
A/N: Ok…I've gotten quite a few reviews on saying how confusing this story seems to be. So I'm asking you to ask questions for me to help you understand better. So ask them in your reviews and I'll post answers in the next posting chapter…so ask away!
Turning the corner, Riley half expected Harry to be waiting for her on the sidewalk where she left him. But he was no where in sight. Not in front of the rose garden, not sitting in her frontyard gazebo. She smiled slightly, he must have the invisibility cloak if he was still outdoors. Either or, he was inside with his family. She sighed.
Her car door slammed shut and she walked silently and briskly into her house. Making sure the garage door shut all the way, she turned off the light. The shuffle of feet announced that her little brothers and sisters knew she was home. Before Riley had time to react, a herd of toddlers raced at her.
"RIWEE!" And knocked the white haired girl to the floor, already launching her counterattack to the ticklish two year olds. Once their little feet patted away down the hallway did she finally stand up. Dusting off her sleeves she looked up to see her father leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. He grinned at her.
"I see they heard you come home then?" He asked, that crooked grin still on his face. Riley stuck out her tongue as she dusted her bum off. "So what did the counsil want?" Riley groaned. "Not good?"
"Anything BUT good." She murmered, a stray hand running through her hair once more.
"Well?"
"Dumbledore discovered the city." She waited for a response, but it never came. Her dad was to shocked to say anything. "And he found Max and asked for our allegience and aid in the war. So an emergency meeting was adjourned to come to a decision."
"What did the counsil decide?" This time, her step-mother Wanda found her way into the conversation. Riley had to bite back a snarl.
"We've got at least a dozen faeries to put up more defences around the city. Dumbeldore may know the location, but he won't be able to break all the spells. In two more weeks, I'm going to go back and add some more wards to prevent the old loon from getting in again." Wanda studdied her, and hard.
"You're not telling everything." She said at last, earning a confused look from her father. "I see it in your eyes." Riley groaned outloud this time, almost as if she were hit by a physical blow.
"The Queen has stepped down." Riley snapped, making to walk towards the kitchen. Wanda followed closely as well as her father. It was evident that the faerie was clearly annoyed.
"What about her?" Her dads' voice was soft, hoping he wouldn't provoke her. He knew what powers she had, he knew of her ability.
"I'm next in line to the Throne." Wanda suddenly looked pleased. The woman wanted more than nothing to be able to visit where Riley used to live. She had done her best to try and suck up to the girl, but could never get anything out of her.
"Will we be living there then?" Wanda asked, placing a hand on Riley's shoulder. Her voice was dripping with fake concern. "If you have to go back home, then we will pack up and go with you for love and support." Riley pulled away as if the woman was burning her.
"Even IF I had to go home," she snarled this time. "I would not bring YOU of all people along." Riley stalked off, slamming the kitchen door behind her. Her father looked from Wanda to Riley for what seemed like several minutes before wisking off to aid his daughter. Fatherly instincts call.
Wanda pouted and began to bring out pans to start cooking dinner. Upstairs she could hear the sextupletts playing in the playroom, and the distant shouting of Riley Anastasia Thomas.
"How could marry that, that, that woman!" Riley cried, using all her strength to keep herself from throwing something through the window. "Wanda is the female version of the muggle devil! She's a bloody suck up!"
"Riley, don't swear."
"Dad, do you realize she's trying to Itopia? She's a bloody mad woman!"
"Don't swear."
"UHHH! Dad! I'm going to be Queen of Itopia, the Faerie Kingdom! Now that she knows that I'm going to have to spend more time there than usual, she'll follow me! She CAN'T go! The only reason you're allowed to is because you married a faerie! Itopia dosen't approve of humans in our realm, especially the ones that killed one of our kin." Riley crossed her arms and sat stubbornly down on her window sill. Outside, a rather strong breeze was beginning to blow. A storm was forcasted for the late afternoon, and it was currently 3:30 P.M. Allen Thomas sighed from his spot on his daughters' bed.
"I know you and your siblings don't like Wanda-"
"I don't understand how anyone could. She's a bloody suck up. And don't you dare tell me not to swear. I'll bloody swear if I bloody well want too." Riley snapped, kicking the wall. Allen sighed again.
"You're so much like your mother it's mind bending." He grinned up at the white haired faerie, but she wasn't looking at him. She was starring out of her window at the many houses and backyards that seemed to extend on forever. "Riley, I wanted my children to grow up with a mother figure to look up too. I know you understand that. Wanda was a lovely woman when I first met her. She seemed so carring and loving of children. Then she knew what you were…and snapped. It's not my fault. If I knew she had a thirst for power and mischief I wouldn't have married her. You know she won't let me file for a divorce."
"You don't have to take orders from that cow. You bloody hop down to the court, file for the divorce and get the police to get her out of here. Then hire a nanny from the magical world." Allen looked up, Riley still wouldn't look at him. Her eyes had wandered over to the family picture they had taken the day before her mother died. "Even the sextupletts don't like her. They run from her everytime she tries to handle them. They know she killed mom, they just can't put their fear into words and get her locked up like she deserves."
"That's a little extreme Riley." Her dad chastized.
"It's the truth!" She snapped again, arching her back with annoyance. "I've been able to keep mostly everything a lie from that hag up untill now. And things are going to be worce once she finds out I'm training a whord of vampires to fight for me in the war!" Allen snapped his head up. "Crap."
"You're training vampires!" Allen searched his daughter for an answer. "When the hell did this happen?"
"In France I was attacked by a heavy armored warrior whom seemed to miss my head by five inches everytime he swung. Draco Malfoy sent him to bring me to him, but it didn't work. So he confronted me on the train in person and asked me to help. I said I would. Which means I'm going to have to leave for a couple of days. Then go on a date with Oliver Wood." The man currently sitting on her bed gave a sigh once again and shook his head, amused. "What's so funny?"
"You are."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're mother was the exact same. Always full of riddles and witt. Even though your hair and eyes are a different color, you look just like her." Riley shook her head.
"Pounding me with the 'You're just like your mother' trick isn't going to work anymore. I'm old enough to counter it. You know that." Riley looked back out the window again. She spotted Harry out in his backyard with Dudley, kicking around a soccer ball.
"I know, but a dad can only hope." He smirked and Riley knew it. Wanda called up the stairs to alert her 'family' that dinner was done.
"RIWEE! RIWEE!" The sextupletts were currently pounding on her door with their tiny fists. "Upper'! Upper'!" Riley grinned and looked to her white door.
"Coming Coming." She called, easing herself off her comfortable spot on the window sill. Stretching her back and placed a hand on the doorknob. "Divorce Wanda so we can all be happy again, and ger her out of my face. I can't take you and her to Itopia. The sextupletts can go, they're faerie. As a forewarning, if Wanda trys anything funny, anything at all, I'm calling the muggle police. If you want everyone to be happy again, then you know what to do. Now come on, if we keep the hag waiting any longer she's going to bitch me out again."
"Don't swear!"Allen snapped, getting up and following his daughter out of her room. The three boys and three girls were waiting patiently outside for Riley and nearly knocked her over a second time. "You don't want these guys to pick it up do you?" Riley smirked.
"What? Evan's already said his first swear word. Living with me, you have to make sacrafices. My language is one of them."
"Oh your mother would be proud." Allen said sarcastically, pushing Riley gently to get her out of the way. He laughed when she gave a cry and toppled over onto the floor, all six two year olds tackling their fallen vitim.
"OI!"
