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"Snape." Sirius hissed venomously, as our wonderfully greasy Potions teacher walked into the mansion, carrying several important looking parchments under his arm. Severus laughed nastily, stepping aside, revealing his protégé who was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy's son." Remus entered, narrowing his eyes in distaste.
"The name's Draco. Good evening Professer Lupin." Draco said politely, although you could see internal struggling to try to be civil to the former teacher.
"Draco, of course. How are you?" Remus answered, surprised at the polite tone in the Slytherin's voice.
"Very well, thank you. Do you know where Dumbledore is? We're supposed to show him some items." Draco gestured to the parchments.
"Good grief Malfoy, what'd they feed you? A Politeness Potion?" Ron came down, snorting, with a grinning Harry. The transformation of the polite Draco to the normal, sarcastically funny Draco was instanteous.
"Hello Ronniekins, and Potty. Are you both trying to see how you can make Dumbledore love you even more?" Draco spat angrily, to which Ron and Harry were at a lost for words.
"Malfoy!" The twins bounded down like eager puppies, imaginary tails wagging. They looked…happy to see him.
"Hey Weasly Wonders. You come up with another candy yet?" Draco greeted them with a hearty slap on the back, and received two in return.
"Sure did. Thousand Sense Candy. Oh yeah, here's Amaya, Spell Lord. Er…would that be Lordess?" George scratched his head in confusion.
"I prefer Lord. I have the satisfaction of disappointing them when they see I'm a female. Anyway…" Amaya inspected him closely, remembrance growing in her eyes.
"You look familiar." She thought out loud.
"Lucius's son." Sirius supplied.
"Ah, Lucius. Handsome son of a bitch." Amaya laughed, making Draco feel proud of his old man, despite him being a Death Eater. After all, he still was his father.
"Son of a bitch is right. Idiot kept trying to steal our spotlight." Sirius grumbled.
"But you have to agree he was charming. Of course, he didn't have a group like the Mauraders, so he never was quite as popular. Anyway, enough of reminiscing." Amaya was cut off by the common 'pop' of someone Apparating and Disapparating.
"Am-ay-a…You're needed. Follow me." A harried, crease-marked old wizard gasped for air. Amaya frowned, but disappeared, melting into the shadows.
A couple of worried hours later, Amaya reappeared from the shadows, earning gasps and yelps of surprise from the very wakeful, and very worried group of people left behind. All the Spell Lords had been called, with very little to no notice; Aqua had simply been snatched by a black, clawed hand whom everyone recognized as Amaya's magic, and disappeared.
"You got anywhere where I can—" She didn't finish her sentence, choking up a ball of yellow, glowing substance. The ball looked cheerful, magical, with a green little pixie trapped inside.
"Light and dark don't mix." She choked up another one, this time with a miniature of Azortil. She choked up seven more, and then collapsed against a sofa, exhausted.
"Geroff, Maya, this is me." Sirius's muffled voice sounded behind her. She yelped in evident astonishment, and quickly stood up, searching desperately for a place to lie down and curl up to take a nap.
"Oooo, Amaya has a crush…" Azortil, who had just popped out of the little yellow bubble sang loudly, earning a swift punch in the chest from a tired and cranky Amaya.
"Ow, Amaya, that hurt." Azortil feigned a hurt and offended expression, earning a bark of laughter from Amaya.
"Good, it was supposed to. Anyone have a bed I could conveniently borrow for a couple hours?" Amaya asked, trying to stifle a huge yawn. Molly, ever the motherly one, was about to speak, but cut off by a cheeky Sirius.
"You can share one with me. It's big." He winked at her, earning a faint blush.
"Oooo, Amaya blushed…Oh boy she really has got a crush…." Azortil wasn't helping matters by singing extremely loudly, but now joined by the Weasly twins.
"Fire Ass, shut your mouth now before I curse you. And Sirius –" She was cut off by a slightly smiling Molly.
"Dear, you can have the bed upstairs. Sirius, if you'll show her…this is your house." Molly clicked her tongue, and Sirius leaped out of the chair with astonishing grace, and with a mock gentleman manner, led her upstairs. Everyone watched with amused eyes; Amaya kept to herself for most of the days, except for a few while working with the adults of the Order of the Phoenix, and planning explosions with the Weasly twins.
"Now, m'lady, does this room suit you?" Sirius asked in a deep voice, opening the door to a rather large, spacious, and overall, extremely fashionably furnished room.
"Thanks Sirius. You're helpful even if you are insane." Amaya groaned, as she plodded into the room.
"I take that as a compliment. Now, remember, if you ever get cold, my offer still stands…" Sirius winked, and dodged a flying pillow.
"Get out of here." Amaya said crossly, slamming the door shut.
"Amaya, have you finished your 'task'?" Dumbledore asked solemnly, as a tired Amaya plopped down in her kitchen seat.
"Yes, sir." She replied, yawning, and lazily sent a tendril of her magic to retrieve a cup of coffee that was sitting on the center island of the kitchen.
"Very well. Anything else to report?" Dumbledore asked, stroking his long, fine white beard, the tip curled upwards.
"The last words were 'Voldemort sends his love'. Caught a bunch of other rats too." She sipped the steaming black coffee, breathing deeply.
"And?" Dumbledore raised an arched eyebrow.
"You can interrogate them if you want." Amaya carelessly swept open her cloak, and five, trembling, blubbering men tumbled out. She sipped her coffee again, stretching out her legs.
"My goodness!" Molly cried out in alarm. The men, seeing that the fearsome female they had met before not here, and everybody around them looking stricken and terrified, they began their old and usual swagger.
They leered and laughed darkly, whipping out their wands. Amaya didn't seem to notice, and Sirius was looking warily at all of them. He still wasn't sure about Amaya, even if he had known her since his Seventh Year back at Hogwarts. She could be as friendly as a golden retriever puppy, or as evil as Lord Voldemort himself. She still could be on his side, even after passing Dumbledore's tests of secrecy. After all, she made new spells.
"Stupefy!" The men shouted together, their wands pointing directly at a growling Sirius, who had transformed into a black dog.
"Stupid idiots." Amaya watched as the spells they shouted ricocheted off an invisible shield to hit themselves. Immediately, all of them were paralyzed, their surprised eyes and agape mouth evident.
"Very good Amaya. Snape, the Veritsasum?" Dumbledore asked, as Snape produced a perfume bottle with the clear liquid inside, sparkling dangerously. (A/N: Not sure if I spelled that right, I'm too lazy to check)
Dumbledore began his long interrogation of the petrified men, as Amaya finished her coffee and went out for a walk. A suspicious Sirius went along.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Going for a walk. Is that illegal?" She raised her eyebrows.
"No. Mind if I accompany you?" He asked roughly.
"Not as if I have a choice. Hurry up." She sighed, as Sirius transformed back into human form to attach a leash and collar on himself. Amaya's eyebrows were now hidden underneath her hair.
"Are you in some cult?" She asked incredulously. Sirius laughed, and transformed back into a dog, bounding up happily to her, his tongue lolling.
"You idiot." She groaned, as she reluctantly picked up his leash, and sighing.
"How am I supposed to talk to you then? People are going to think I'm insane, talking to a damn dog…" She complained, as Sirius's tail wagged cheerfully, barking at various people.
"Lots of people talk to dogs. And besides, it's not good for a convicted murderer to go around talking with a rather odd, depressed, extremely evil girl. The Ministry would have an orgasm, trying to catch us both." Sirius whispered, pawing the ground eagerly.
"I repeat, you idiot." She said dryly, earning strange looks from bystanders.
"Rawf!" Sirius yelped, and took off like Hermione after a new book, dragging a flying Amaya after him.
"You stupid, effing dog." She hissed angrily, as Sirius happily chased after some more pigeons. She finally released the leash in frustration, and sat down on the grass, watching Sirius make a fool of himself.
"Well, Amaya's come out of her hiding places. What's the special occasion?" A rather handsome, young man with an air of haughtiness about him laughed.
"Master Will. How's Diabalita coming?" She nodded her head, referring to the school he governed, Diabalita, the School of Dark Arts.
"Nothing to mention. Now you, however, must have a special occasion to be walking out without a disguise on." He peered at her, as if trying to figure out her reason.
"It's nice out. And I have free time." She shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly, a ball of black fur cannoned onto Will's face, earning a strangled yelp. Amaya let out a low, dark laugh.
"Off boy." She ordered, and Black, wagging his tail still, trotted back to her side.
"You got a dog? I thought for sure you'd get a great, bloody serpent, but you get a dog. Have you been consorting with Muggles recently?" Will spat, in evident distaste.
"The pet shop was out of great, bloody serpents. The dog is supposed to be magical. Of course, I have yet to find out anything yet." She added darkly, looking at Black with a pointed expression. The dog whined.
"Whatever. Are you free Friday night?" Will asked casually. The dog began growling protectively.
"It depends. Are you paying?" Amaya asked.
"Of course."
"I can't refuse a free meal. Where?"
"Little Palace, seven o' clock. I'd pick you up, but I have no clue where you're staying, and knowing you, I don't want to know. Dress nicely." Will vanished, leaving a trail of smoke in the air.
"Since when do you have a relationship with Will?" Sirius shot, back in the house after transforming back into human form.
"Since today. Speaking of which, you probably should tell your nephew of yours that there's going to be another Triwizard Tournament, involving Diabalita. If I've known Will long enough, Harry or whatever his name is, better watch his back. Diabalita is known for…a little bit of pre-competition." She added, marching upstairs.
"You've known Will long enough. Pre-competition, my ass. More like sabotage and cheating."
"Well, you've never been against bending the rules, if I recall correctly." She snapped, defending her old school.
"We never hurt anyone!" Sirius argued.
"Except for all the Slytherins." Amaya said darkly, as she squeezed herself through a small slit into the house. The slit was the only way she could get in; the spells were designed to keep all creatures of darkness at bay.
"But they deserved it." He whined, pulling his adorable puppy face. (A/N: Everybody together: AWWWWW!)
"Stop looking like those god damn toddlers when they don't get what they want." She said shortly, and stomped upstairs, slamming the door shut for some more solitary time.
"So how was the date?" Sirius pounced, the moment she entered the mansion, looking tired and as if she would murder the next person who spoke to her with a particularly gruesome death.
"Would you leave me alone if I said great?" She snapped, going upstairs, tying her hair back up in the usual ponytail, chucking her purse into the corner of her room, kicking off her high-heels narrowly missing Sirius's face.
"Someone's moody." Sirius commented lightly. The Weasly twins, as well as the rest of the kids had their ears pressed eagerly at the door.
"Yeah, well, if you had to listen to someone brag about how great they are for two fucking hours, you'd be moody too. Now get out so I can sleep. And don't wake me up, if you do I'm going to blast you into smithereens, and curse your remnants to Pluto, where you'll freeze to ice particles and be smashed into bits by giant alien monsters, who'll eat you." She shouted threateningly, obviously in a bad mood, even for her.
"Really." Sirius asked skeptically.
"If I didn't know you for seven years already, you'd be begging for mercy. You're pushing the limit. One more word, unless it's good-bye, and I swear you'll never wish you'd been born." She whipped out her wand, her eyes flashing dangerously. Sirius laughed, and reached for the doorknob. The teens hastily darted away down the hall, still listening intently.
"Just to tell you, good-bye is technically two words joined by a hyphen…"
"GET OUT!" Amaya screamed, as Sirius closed the door hastily, but not before a high heeled shoe was pelted at his face.
"Angry little hussy." He chuckled, as he picked up the shoe and knocked on the door.
"What the fuck do you want, Black?" Amaya's voice screamed.
"You want your shoe back?" He asked, grinning slightly. The door opened slightly, as a black, clawed hand snatched the shoe and the door slammed shut. Sirius went whistling down the stairs, whistling to the tune of a Muggle song.
"Change of plans everybody. We're going to go shopping for school supplies today and tomorrow. I know it's early, but we have to make exceptions." Molly announced at breakfast one day, later middle summer. (A/N: Late middle summer. If you get that.)
"But we haven't even gotten our school supply lists yet!" Ginny protested. She had been looking forward to a nice day of reading her new Muggle book and playing Quidditch.
"I have them. Dumbledore graciously provided us with them due to the circumstances. Everyone, hurry up, we need to travel by Floo powder, and I'm sure some of you are going to get lost." Molly said quickly, her apron swirling as she dished out everyone's breakfast.
"I hate Floo Powder." Amaya grumbled, but she ate her breakfast quickly anyway.
"Okay, everyone ready?" Molly asked, after everyone had finished scarfing down their breakfast.
"Amaya and Sirius first." She said in a business-like tone, as a disgruntled Amaya and a sleep-deprived Sirius stepped into the purple amethyst flames.
"D-Diagon Alley!" Amaya had her eyes squeezed shut, and Sirius had to stifle a huge yawn before the flames swallowed them up.
"Okay everyone here? Let's see, two, four…" Molly quickly did a head count.
"We're missing two." She frowned, as a light formed in her head.
"Sirius and Amaya are probably snogging somewhere around here…" Azortil grinned, as he cast his smoky eyes around the busy alley.
However, two and a half hours later resulted in nothing, and everyone was beginning to get a bit frantic.
"Okay, Fred and George, you all lead Harry and the dears for their shopping. Adults, we need to organize a search party…" Molly organized the teams. Even Azortil was looking a slight bit grim, despite his party-going nature.
"She still has our Thousand Sense Candy blueprints!" Fred cried out suddenly, in realization. Everybody laughed uneasily, although wondering where in the world the two most troublesome and mysterious people had gone.
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