Swept Into The Wind

By chocolateswirl88

Chapter Nine: Gold Quills and Diego

A/N: Ok…a question was asked about if Wanda really did kill Riley's birth mother. Yep. We're assuming it happened nearly two to 4 years ago (if I remember my stats correctly). At the time of her murder, Wanda hadn't know what Mrs. Allen Thomas was untill AFTER she killed her. She managed to find out who Allen Thomas was, trick him into falling for her, and then becoming the nosey cow that she is now. I had to have a bad guy in the story that wasn't the usual Voldemort or Dark Lord. Why not a crazy Step-mom? Now, onward with the chapter! If you continue to get confused, review and let me know what you don't understand. Take advantage of it peeps!

"You're unBELIVEABLE!" Harry cried as he flung his arms around Rileys' neck. She grinned and hugged him in return. "Where did you get this?" He twirled a pure gold quill in his hands. "Wow." Riley grinned.

"Picked it up while I was in France." Riley said, cocking her head to the left and looking at the quill. "I bought a purple one for myself with a jade design up and down the stem. They're quite the costly penny, but a lifetime garentee. The nice thing is they never run out of ink. And by voice command, you can change the ink." Harry couldn't wipe the awe off his face. "It's a little back to school present. I won't be able to drive with you up to Kings Cross. I've got to teleport there." Harry looked up, already the questions exploding in his eyes.

"Why?"

"Buisness in training a mass of people." Riley shrugged, knowing he'd find out eventually. "Vampires to be exact."

3

….

2

….

1

"WHAT!" Riley smirked. Right on time there Harry. As expected he flipped out, instantly going mad. "Vampires! How, when, WHY would you train vampires? I thought you said faeries and vampires never got along?"

"Ah well, their new leader is a quite the bit different then their past. It's about time allegiences were formed anyway. We might need their help."

"Who?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Damnit it don't play stupid." Riley smiled a genuine smile. It drove Harry mad when she did this. "Who's the vampires latest leader?"

"A vampire." Harry choked on an invisible object. She let a small chuckle escape. She was truly having TOO much fun with this.

"You're playing daft. Now stop it." Harry warned, waving the golden quill in her face. She quirked an eyebrow. "Give me a name."

"I don't think that would be wise. Considering you know him." Riley couldn't have gave a more bigger hint away. Harry's wheels began turning as he spouted off names. Never, not once, mentioning Draco Malfoy.

At least a half an hour later, nearly 200 guesses, Harry still hadn't gotten it right. Riley made herself comfortable on the grass of his front lawn, watching the clouds slowly roll by in the great big blue sky. She had tuned out.

But she crashed back down to reality with a large crash when finally the words 'Draco Malfoy' escaped Harry's lips. She didn't need to say anything. He knew, and he postively lost it and paled quite a bit.

"Oh buggar." Riley snorted.

"He's not out to kill you Harry." Riley reassured him. "Likewise, they'd be willing to help you if you needed it. I just have to train them a bit up for fighting. No biggy." Harry raised an eyebrow and watched Riley. She didn't seem worried about it at all, likewise, he could have sworn she was looking forward to it.

"But..what if they try something tricky?" Riley sighed and patted his back. "It's always a possibility. I mean, this could be a ploy to get you into Malfoys bed."

"Nah, he's tried with general seduction. He couldn't catch me if his life depended on it. I put up too much of a fight. I hard hardly ever loose."

"This is…bloody insane." Riley grinned, patting Harry's back once more. She looked out over the street. Privet drive was loaded with kids out to play on the perfect summers day. There was no rain, no cloud in the sky. Just pure beautiful sunshine. The heat was just right to make a days events comfortable, so naturally, nearly the entire street was outside. Next door to her house she could see their neighbors children and her siblings playing a little game of roll the ball. Considering their were only 2 and three year olds, they couldn't play anything more advanced. "I don't understand why you would do it. But then again, I don't understand why you do a lot of things."

"I'm a mystery waiting to be discovered…but unfortunately that won't be anytime soon. At least when…shit, nevermind." Harry was intrigued and leaned closer figuring this would provoke her into spilling. Riley's eyebrow raised. "You know, with you, my eyebrow always raises. I should be able to lift bricks with the muscle now."

"Later. But first you're going to tell me what you almost said just a few seconds ago." Riley shook her head. "Don't say that you can't. I know you bloody well can!"

"No I bloody cannot. Not untill everything is put into order. I'm trying to steer away from the Ministry and wizards' press. One minute I'm discovered, is the only peacefull minute I'll have the rest of my life."

They lapsed into silence. Neither having a single word to contribute to the conversation. But it was not awkward. In fact, it was peacefull, thoughtful. There was nothing to be said. Harry knew Riley wasn't about to talk anytime soon, and she knew he wasn't planning on pushing her any further that moment.

Harry stood to wander around the street. He offered his hand to Riley, who refused politely.

"No, I should be packing for my stay with the vampires. I've been assured my comodations are rather spectacular and aboding, so I ought to pack my good clothes this time as well as my fighting and war junk." Harry grinned. As serious as she was, just a simple word could lighten the whole few sentances said. He noted that she seemed a bit more mysterious once she came home the other day. "I'll make sure to come say good-bye before I jet outta here again. Though I will see you on the train…just nearly 30 minutes after your departure from Kings Cross." She waved and walked back to her house. Harry furrowed his brow as he watched her leave. Her step seemed more graceful. Not to say she was never always graceful, but there was a bit more flowing motion. It was odd.

"Oh well.." Harry muttered, laying back on the grass looking into the sky. "I don't think I want to know anyway.."

Draco had been right, the train was a rather decorative one. He promised a smooth journey unless some unexpected WarLords were in the vicinity, but generally it would be rather uneventfull. Riley sighed, he was right. She needed SOMETHING to do. She half contemplated starting a row with the waiter that came to her room nearly every 20 minutes.

Outside, the sun began to dissappear behind the rolling hills. The sky's hue was tinted orange, pink, yellow, and red. As much as she appretiated its beauty, she was extreemly bored at the moment.

"Oi, how much longer?" She asked the window, resting her forehead against the cooling glass.

"Nearly there, no worries miss." Riley jumped, last she knew she was the only person in the entire train. She turned around to find the mirror mounted on the center of the wall paralell to her. "I am Diego, at your survice." The head in the mirror bowed.

"In all of my years and time with witches and wizards, I had yet to come across a mirror with a talking head inside of it." She stood up to examine Diego more closely. "And here I am completely mezmorized by it. Blimey, maybe I should get out more." The mirror chuckled.

"Don't worry Miss," he said. "Not many wizards have seen the same thing themselves. I'm a bit of a rare, uh, piece of art." Riley raised her eyebrow yet again. "A spell backfired on me nearly 2 years ago. I was just practising for school over the summer, and well, my wand was backwards and my spell was wrong. My mother had a nasty shock to find her oldest son locked up in a mirror. That's when Mr. Malfoy purchased me and placed me in this room. I guess he has been planning for you to come." Riley watched the mirror, poking the glass where his head currently was. For a moment, the glass warped, returning back to its solid state.

"It's not fully solid." She muttered, looking at the frame with curiosity. "You're spanish. So you attend Spain's School Of Wizardry, don't you?" The head nodded. "Has anyone tried to reach into the glass and pull you out. Or was your body transfigured into the frame?"

"I'm not sure exactly, I've never checked." Riley snorted.

"Maybe you ought to try sometime. If you can see your body and it's still attached to your head, I can get you out. If your body was turned into the frame, I can still get you out, it'll just be a bit more trickier." Diego beamed.

"You've got to be really talented then!"

"Ah well, there's a lot about me that most people don't know. And lately, there's been even more. Tell me, can you feel it when I touch the glass?" Diego nodded again.

"Oh yes. I can feel physical contact. To keep me sane, Mr. Malfoy will send one of the lady vampires to me just to relive my poor aching lips." This time, both of Riley's eyebrows raised nearly into her hairline. Diego chuckled.

"One learns something new everyday." Riley muttered, sitting down and examining the mirror. "If any normal Witch nor wizard, nor any creature at that came in here to see me talking to a mirror, they'd think I've gone mad. Maybe I have." She was amused with herself, caressing her chin thoughtfully, now studdying the design of the mirror frame. It was elegant, nearly too eligant for a boy like this to be in.

The rest of the train ride was rather peacefull. Diego had been lulled to sleep by the clanking of the train wheels. Riley stared out her window. The sun was coming up. It must be nearly dawn. Riley thought has she gave a tired shrug and leaned her head back. Moments later she was caught by the wave of sleep. Her mind drifted off into a world of peace, riding the waves with pure joy. It was the only time where the world was truly at peace. And quite frankly, she loved it.