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Dari collapsed onto her bed, and wrenched the hangings around her with shaking, pale hands. She felt bad now, awful, about flinching from Harry, but… she just couldn't let him touch her. No one, ever again. Human touch had caused her so much pain…
Dari was half Finnish, giving her her red-gold hair and fair skin, and half French, from where she got her fine bones and ultra-high cheekbones. However, she didn't know anything about either culture as Voldemort killed her parents personally, when she was 13 weeks old. She survived the attack, not through an amazing feat, as Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had, but because for some reason, Voldemort had found her too important to kill. She would regret this for the next 15 years of her life.
Dari drifted into deeper and darker thoughts. The last 15 years had been a maze of pain and abuse. She had endured everything, punishments that would kill normal humans, but her body would not grant her respite and let her die. Night after night, as she lay on the floor wherever she was allowed, Dari would wish to die, the tears that she never let anyone see leaking out silently from behind long lashes.
She broke out of her reverie to realize the same was true now. Huge tears tracked their way across her cheeks to meet and be absorbed by her pillow. Dari stiffened. She would not cry. Crying was weak, and besides-no one even wanted or cared to see her cry. With that bitterness, she fell asleep again, to drift through the seas of dreamlessness until 5 p.m. the next day (Sunday)
Sunday afternoon woke her with the splendor of a dorm full of girls who are preparing for a feast (Halloween) and trying to finish homework at the same time. Gingerly, her felt her face, and wiped the saltiness from her eyes. Looking down at her outfit, she decided that she should probably be wearing something more comfortable if she was to go off fighting dark wizards. With a little effort, hoping not to expend too much energy, Dari changed her outfit into a black, long sleeved shirt and full, stretchy, olive pants. Yawning, she pushed back her hangings and stretched. Making sure she had her wand, she began to make her way towards the great Hall.
On the way though, she was brought up short by the sound of familiar voices in an abandoned classroom along a deserted corridor.
"Yeah, and what's this about her having immunity to that Draughty thing? What, did her parents feed it to her in place of baby formula?" said a voice that was doing a great imitation of Ron's
If only you knew, thought Dari, though, on the other hand, I'll never tell…
A voice that sounded uncannily like Hermione's intoned shrilly, "She could be evil! How else would she know all of this-this-dark magic! She could just want his help fighting tonight to lure him into a trap!"
"Hermione." Harry's light voice said, "Calm down. If she was evil, why would she be helping me fight whoever shows up tonight? Anyways, look, Sirius's family is evil, and he's…" Thattaboy, sticking up for me, thought Dari, grimly, Like I need his help!
Still, Dari allowed herself the luxury of a small smile as she walked away from the conversation. However, her satisfaction in Harry did not last as she mulled over Hermione and Ron's points. Her normally liquid-gold eyes turned to bubbling lava as she internally raged, As if any of them know GOOD! What have they done to prove their worth? They don't even know what goodness and strength IS! If they knew… 'If they knew, they'd never talk to you again…" said a small voice in the back of her head, but her eyes were still bubbling when Harry showed up in the front hall a little later. She was waiting for him, and she prided herself on keeping her anger out of her voice as she bid Ron and Hermione goodbye.
She turned to Harry, and said, "We should probably wait bye the front doors for them," and seeing the fear in Harry's green eyes she said, "Hey, don't worry, we can do this!"
"I wasn't worrying," lied Harry.
Liar, thought Dari
They stood in silence for about 10 minutes, Dari standing a little in front and to the left of Harry. Both were dressed to battle, Harry in baggy jeans and a black shirt. Dari was calming herself, knowing a little of what to come, and she was ready when the door swung open as silently as silk. To Harry, however, it seemed that his whole world was speeding up, as he panicked.
A tall bald wizard with cold, colorless eyes stepped into Hogwarts. He wore a long black cloak, fastened with a silver brooch in the shape of a Dark Mark. Dari drew in a breath, and he thought he heard something that sounded like "…Dubar…" In the tall man's hand was a small brown vial, and seeing that, Dari hissed to Harry, "Get that vial from him, but don't break it!"
The man pretended to notice them for the first time, and laughed, high and cold. Before he could get his bearings, Harry said "Accio Vial!" and the sinister brown container started flying towards him. The tall man, who knew something of Dari, expected this from one of them, and quickly said "Distingratus" and the vial fell apart in mid air. The man shrugged, it didn't matter. He was planning to break it anyways.
"Shit" Harry heard Dari say distinctively. "More Draught." (a/n: Because the Draught works to suppress the powers of good, a man as evil as Dubar would be pretty much unaffected)
The bald wizard turned his attention to Dari and Harry tumbled to the ground as the potion began its work. "So, We meet again…" said the man, and the word 'again' echoed over and over in Harry's head as he blacked out. Dari thought Great. A whole lot of help he was! and turned to face the man.
"Dubar," she said. "A dubious honor of seeing you again, and hopefully for the last time."
"Yes, because next time you'll be dead!" the man said, as he muttered something. Instantly, a long whip of fire sprouted from his wand. Before Dari had time to react, he cracked it at her, the long chain of fire wrapping around her forearm. Instantly, the sleeve of her shirt burned away, and Dari hissed "Aqueous" and put out the flame. At her word, the jet of water turned to a jet of ice, and she aimed it at Harry, to protect him from Dubar's devilry. She turned it on Dubar, and listened as he screamed when the cold hit his skin. A frozen block of ice, he wasn't much danger, and she was debating banishing him, when footsteps sounded behind her. She quickly spun, ready for battle, wand out, before she noticed it was Dumbledore.
All the adrenaline fled her bloodstream, and immediately she felt the strain of staying awake against the Draught of the Sleeping dead. Seeing the puddle of vile liquid behind her, she gasped "Evanesco" and it disappeared. Dari looked down at her wand hand, and as soon as she caught sight of the burn, the agony set in. Struggling against spasms of pain as her skin blistered and boiled, Dari fell to her knees and passed out.
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