Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the one that thought up Harry and all of his friends, not me. So, she obviously owns them.
Chapter 26: Reenforcements
Scarlet kept to herself after that night, not coming downstairs at all. The werewolf, Kyle, had became a permanent fixture now. Draco had not been welcome with open arms at first, but everyone had gotten used to him being there now.
They returned to school a week later. Everything was normal, except for all of the stares Hermione and Draco received as they'd walk down the halls, hand in hand. Well, everything was going normal until they were all called into Dumbledore's office one evening.
"I know that Ron, Hermione, and Harry have yet to be placed on the Order," Dumbledore's voice filled the room. "But you all know as well as I do that they will have to fight in this war."
"When will this war begin," Harry asked?
"I fear Mr. Potter that it has already begun," Dumbledore replied.
"We can not win this alone," Scarlet's voice was icy, "we'll need help."
"And who exactly do you suppose was ask for help," Moody interjected.
"The High Council," she spoke calmly.
"Of vampires," Bill exclaimed but in a questioning tone.
"Yes," Scarlet stood, "I'll contact them. That is of course if everyone agrees." She waited for a response, "well now that it's settled, I'll go and begin to contact them."
Life continued on like that. It was an unspoken rule not to speak of the meeting. About mid March Scarlet told Hermione, Ron, and Harry after class that there was to be another meeting and they would be informed later when it was.
Towards the end of the meal, Scarlet came rushing into the Great Hall. "They have arrived Headmaster," she said. The professors on the Order moved to join her. She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's time."
They all made their way to Dumbledore's office. The room was lit dimly with only one candle. A solitary figure stood in the center of the room.
"Awe, Miss Scarlet you look as lovely as you did those years ago," he said kissing her hand.
"Navarre, now is not the time for flattery." She pulled her hand free. "Are the others to frightened to show themselves?"
He circled around her like an animal before it attacks. "No, they are just waiting for the appropriate time."
"Well, are they all still stuck in the 17th century or is it just you?"
He looked down at himself. He really did look as though he had stepped out of a time machine. His chocolate colored eyes set upon the rest of the Order. "Scarlet, why have you brought us here?"
"Navarre, you know exactly why I have called you here." She glanced around the room. "Stop hiding in the corners."
Slowly vampires emerged from all of the corners. Candles lit all around the room. The eleven moved to stand behind the one called Navarre. They were dressed in a variety of clothing. Some like a blast form the Victorian age, others like modern rock stars.
"Why have you brought us here, Scarlet?" Asked a bright red haired vampire.
"We are asking for your help to defeat the Dark Lord." Scarlet held her chin high and took a few steps forward.
"She really is crazy," said a vampire form the back. Mummers broke out in agreement.
Navarre held up his hand and the room fell deadly silent. "You know what is thought of mortals in our world. They are food."
"Really Navarre, is that all I was to you that night long ago when you asked me to be your queen?" They were now only a few feet apart.
"You were always something more." He ran his finger down her jaw line. "Be my queen now, Scarlet."
"You brought me across against my will, Navarre. Do you really think all is better now?"
He kissed the carve of her neck and along her collarbone. She fiercely shoved him away.
"For once in you life think of someone other than yourself."
He threw up his hands and stepped back a few feet.
"Mortals are nothing but mere food," hissed a raven haired vampire. "I will not risk my immortality for any of them."
"Tell me, who will you feed upon when Voldemort kills off almost all of the mortals? What then? Do we begin to prey upon one another?" the room fell silent yet again. "The Order can not do this a lone. We must work together for our world to go on the way it is."
Whispers spread across the room. Questions fill the air.
"If we do agree there is only thirteen of us. That will not be enough to take on hundreds of Death Eaters." Navarre paced the floor, "but we are much stronger then what they are."
Scarlet caught his are. "Navarre, we can not wait for an answer. This war must be stopped and soon."
He nodded, "we will help."
Slowly, the vampires began to leave. Swirls of black and silver mists spread around the room. Everyone then retired to their rooms.
Scarlet had made her way down the spiral steps, when she heard someone following her. "You've lost your touch Navarre. I could have heard you a mile away."
He chuckled little, "I let you hear me, my sweet." He grabbed her and spun her around. He held her tight against him, knowing that if she wanted she could break free. "Scarlet, do you hanestly believe that a few mere vampires will be able to defeat Voldemort."
"Navarre, the werewolves have agreed to help as well."
He didn't speak, just nodded. Then, he cupped her face and turned it upwards to face him. "I see what you intend to do once this war is over"
"Why are you reading my thoughts!" She went to push him away but he caught her hands.
"I have not read your thoughts. I see it clearly in your eyes. I admit I was wrong to have brought you across, for the eyes I fell in love with no linger sparkle, but have been taken over with a hollow haunted look." he whipped a tear from her cheek. "Hunt with me tonight. Please Scarlet. One last time."
A/N: Oh, how I wonder what she's going to do. I promise not to leave you in to much of a cliff hanger. Keep reviewing.
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