A/N: Wow... does anybody actually read this story anymore? YAY! I FINALLY updated! All the Quidditch terms came from the Quidditch handbook at [Harry Potter Lexicon]
chitchatchick: i'm sorry to say, but Wolf and Serena did not kiss... they simply hugged. Trust me, if they kissed, I would have eherm... elabroated...
AND I'VE CHANGED MY PEN NAME!!! instead of lady incognita, it's now [lady patronus]
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A Weasley Named Malfoy
[Gryffindor vs. Slytherin]
At 11:50pm Serena slipped down the stairs and stole across the common room, she looked behind her as she disappeared behind the portrait hole. The fat lady hardly rustled in her sleep. Serena quickly made her way to a hidden panel and snuck behind it, making a narrow escape from patrolling prefects. Taking a moment to slow her adrenaline, for it wasn't good to get worked up before, she clutched at the locket. She had taken off its golden protection and left it in the green box below her bed.
She only needed protection from those who didn't already know.
She finally reached the dungeons, and found a plain wooden door. She tapped it with her wand and it opened. Inside, she found a raven-haired girl behind the table just as promised. Serena walked to the table and the girl checked her watch, "One minute," she whispered. Between them, a jet-black quill rested on the table. Serena looked at her own watch and counted the seconds. At 10 seconds left, she touched the quill, getting ready for the pull, "Three, two, one-" and then she was being hurled far away from Hogwarts.
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Again she landed in the room, the fire cheerful as ever, catching herself before she hit the mat. Someone was already waiting, "Follow me." Obediently she did, not putting up a fuss this time and rewalking the twists and turns. Again those huge, oak doors were pulled open and she stepped inside to find the same scene. She stepped in and greeted her familiar.
The ceremony commenced. She repeated the words back to him, feeling the magic take affect. When time finally came, she discarded her robe, wearing the silk black halter-top given to her.
"Do you solemnly swear to keep this secret to your last breath breaks your lips?"
"I do,"
"Will you abide by all that is asked of you?"
"I will,"
"And finally, are you willing to die for this cause?"
She never missed a beat, "I am,"
"Serena Bethany Malfoy, is here by and forever bound to the Deatheater's Children,"
The next part of the ritual was the adorning of the marks. She was given a plain silver ring that symbolized the chaos and hatred of their lives which she put on her thumb. She had a strand of hair behind her right ear braided with silver ribbon and tied with a silver band adorned with a snake. She was to wear this braid at every gathering. As Malikye's right hand person, she was given an earring that was wrapped around the cartilage of her ear. She stood regally as she was adorned and moved not an inch when the mark was branded on her skin. Like their parents before them, they were magically branded with Malikye's wand. He pressed his wand to her right arm, the opposite of the Dark Mark, and a snake entwined around the word 'child' in Latin leaked onto her pale flesh. It was painful, but she didn't dare herself to flinch for she had to uphold her Malfoy image in front of the robed mass.
And finally, she stood before them, branded and adorned, at Malikye's right hand and the Deatheater's Children genuflected to honor them.
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She opened her eyes early the next morning. The sun was just appearing over the horizon. She reached up and touched her silver necklace. By night she wore silver, but by the day she wore gold.
She was a traitor; a double crosser, two faced.
But the thought of it didn't seem to affect her.
So much for loyalty… she thought lazily, maybe I do belong in Slytherin…
The thought pleased her.
She rose and closed the gold heart around the silver. An apostate, that's what she was.
Now she was Serena Bethany Potter, but come nightfall, she would be Serena Bethany Malfoy.
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She dressed in all black today, underneath her robes. Around her neck she wore a gold heart, and hidden beneath that a silver one. She felt extraordinary and strangely reckless, like she could take on the world.
As she entered the Great Hall she smiled. She saw Wolf and sauntered over to him.
"Hey, Wolf," She flopped down next to him and picked up a green apple, biting into it, "Quads," she nodded toward them. It was cool and crisp.
Wolf gave her a curious look, biting into some sausages and eggs. The Quads around her were also throwing Serena mysterious glances.
"What's up with you today?" Derrik asked.
"I dunno," she looked up at the ceiling and saw clouds moving across the sky lazily and towards the sun and it covered it for a second before drifting away, "Just happy,"
Wolf made a pointed look at the Quads and then at her necklace. The Quads all exchanged glances and secret smiles.
Serena saw this and scowled, "Don't do that!"
Aaron raised his eyebrow at Wolf who returned it. They had probably been talking about her before she had arrived.
"If you are going to just raise your eyebrows at each other all day, I'm leaving. I think I fancy a fly," she bit into her apple again and walked back up the common room to get her broom. Not bothering to walk all the way back down to the entrance hall, she jumped from the window to the pitch.
She enjoyed the feeling of the clear Saturday morning air against her skin. They had had a practice earlier that day, and the match was after breakfast. She still had a couple minutes left before the first people would start trickling down to the field. She did a couple of laps around the field, venting her energy.
She took one more bite of her apple, it was still pretty much whole, and threw it as far as she could across the field. She waited a couple of seconds and when it started falling she zoomed after it, almost skidding the ground before she caught it. She bit it into it again thoughtfully, chewing slowly.
"You do that again, you'll choke," Wolf was leaning against the wall of the locker room, broom in hand.
She made a face and threw the apple at him, but he caught it. He took a bite into it and she rolled her eyes, disdainfully. He walked closer to her, "Serena," he chewed and swallowed, "I don't want you to catch the snitch early," she landed lightly beside him.
"And why not?" she rested a hand her on her hip, leaning on her broomstick in the other hand.
He took another bite, and swallowed before saying, "It's like I said before, I want to beat them bloody before we win," he narrowed his eyes, "What's with the get up?"
"What?"
He nodded toward her braid, the braid from the night before, and she touched it, "Oh, I dunno,"
"It's silver. Are you going to wear that to the match?"
"Yeah," she said defensively. He raised an eyebrow, "Goes with my eyes, don't you think?" she smiled sweetly.
"Oi, Wolf!" The rest of the Quidditch team had gathered and people were now making their way to the pitch.
"Ok, everybody in the locker rooms then," He took another bite, raising the apple in cheers to her, "Coming?"
She followed silently after him.
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Serena still wore the silk halter-top in the morning. She took off her school robes, revealing her shirt, and opened her locker and pulled out her stuff.
"Hey, Serena, when'd you get that?" Arien nodded at her shirt.
"Oh, had it for a while now," she lied, fixing her hair in a ponytail out of her face.
"I love it!" she exclaimed.
"I've never seen you wear it," Wolf didn't look at her as he fastened wrists guards on.
"So, I haven't worn it, but I've had it," she eyed Wolf curiously before pulling on her own wrist guards.
"Well, when'd you get that?" he looked over to her, nodding at her right arm. The mark was plainly visible for she hadn't put on her Quidditch robes yet.
"Last night," she said truthfully.
Couple kids looked up and saw the snake wrapped around the five figures that spelled 'child' in Latin, Liber.
"A tattoo?" Theo eyed it for a minute and then smiled at her, "Aunt Gin's going to throw a fit,"
"She won't if she doesn't know," she snapped. She brought out her own wand and tapped it lightly and it was concealed, "Better?" She inspected her arm.
"Got any thing else you want to tell us? Joined a cult? Had a couple piercing?" Wolf smirked at her.
"Oh, yeah," she turned so that they could see her earring, "Yea, I joined a cult last night. I'm right hand to the leader," She pulled on her robes.
Kit laughed and she smirked at him. When she turned back, the whole Quidditch team was staring at her with skeptical looks on their faces.
"What?" she threw them all a look before headed out the door.
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"Welcome to the first match of the season! Slytherin vs. Gryffindor!" The crowed gave a deafening roar, "I give you the Slytherin Quidditch Team! Black! Bloodrath! De la Cruz! Bryce! Ghostwitch! Callisto! Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, Constantine!" The sea of green rose up, yelling and screaming, waving banners and flags. The rest of the pitch booed loudly. The Slytherin Quidditch team walked onto the pitch. Ashe was in the lead, pumping his arms for the crowd to cheer louder, but this only increased the noise level as the 'boo's' rose in volume as well.
"Aaaaaaaaand the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" The volume suddenly exploded as the masses of yellow, blue, and red, roared so loudly that the commentator had to scream the names as well, "LUPIN! ANDERSON! ELLIOT! JACKSON! WEASLEY! CIRELLI! AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, POTTER!" They were suddenly blinded as the walked onto the pitch and as well as deafened by the crowds rumbled. The two teams meet in the middle and Madam Hooch told the captains to shake hands. Wolf and Ashe shook hands quickly, their gazes fierce.
"Are you ready to play some Quidditch!" The commentator yelled and the crowd's volume rose another notch.
"Mount your brooms! Ready? Three, two, one-" the whistle sounded and the players shot up into the air, beginning the game.
"And the quaffle is tossed and caught by Bloodrath, racing toward the Gryffindor hoops. He doges Anderson, and Elliot, and- doesn't doge Jackson! Jackson has the quaffle and is now bringing it back down the field. He dodges a bludger, but doesn't dodge the second! That's two bludgers at once people- I say. De la Cruz catches it, and passes it off to Bryce, who is covered by Callisto. He passes it back to De la Cruz who doges around Jackson, passes it to Bloodrath who makes a break for goal-" Rashad Adams, the Quad's fellow 6th year, the commentator, suddenly yelled, "No! And I don't believe it- Bloodrath scores. 10- zip, Slytherin,"
A loud groan went around the pitch but was immediately drown out by the racket the Slytherin's were making.
Serena heard Wolf swear loudly, but it was only the first goal of the game. Play resumed.
"The quaffle is handed off to Anderson who races up the field guarded by the two beaters, Weasley and Cirelli on either side. She passes it up to Jackson is protected by Cirelli as he hits the bludger after De la Cruz who is tailing them who swerves out of the way. Jackson thunders down the field, breaking past the Slytherin team and head straight for Black!" Suddenly the two Gryffindor beaters pulled away and the two other chasers took their place. Gryffindor's beaters both hit bludgers at on coming Slytherin chasers, but the third chaser broke through, Bryce, and he raced in to help the keeper, "I can't believe it!" Rashad yelled, "That's illegal! A chaser cannot guard the goal hoop! FOWL! FOWL!" Madam Hooch's whistle blew and the Slytherin crowd groaned, "DAMN STRAIGHT!" Rashad yelled and Professor McGonagall started yelling at him.
Rashad backed down and went back to commentating, "Illegal guarding! Penalty to Slytherin, Gryffindor gets one shot!"
Up above, Serena tentatively watched the penalty below, praying that Skyler would make the goal, "Jackson shoots!" Rashad's voice rose, "AND HE SCORES! 10 ALL!" Again a might roar rose from the pitch.
"Madam Hooch takes the quaffle back to the center of the field and tosses it up!" All the chasers made a made dash for it and it all looked like they had crashed into one another before Arien emerged, shooting straight toward Ashe again, "Elliot is off! Flanked by Anderson and Jackson," Rashad swore, "Ghostwitch puts a bluger right in her face. Elliot drops the quaffle and Bryce catches it, who passes it to De la Cruz!"
De la Cruz lay flat on her broom as she sped toward the Gryffindor goal hoops, the Slytherin beaters protecting her from behind as she made a fast break towards Wolf. Suddenly, "WHAT THE BLOODY-"
"RASHAD!" Professor McGonagall smacked him on the back of the head.
"But-! FOWL! FOWL ON GRYFFINDOR FOR BUMPHING!" Rashad yelled, clasping his head who looked taken aback. Kittrick had suddenly hit a bludger into Slytherin stands who scattered and screamed. There was the sound of breaking wood and yelling rose. The Slytherin's waved their fists at him, pointing him out to Madam Hooch.
Serena was surprised and she raced over to Kit.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!"
Kit looked solemn, "They were going to pull a stoog," he looked to Wolf who, from over by the goal posts was waving his arms at him in anger.
Serena looked to the goal posts. It was true. Bloodrath and Bryce had started flying right at the seeker from opposite directions and were now somewhat skidding in the air to stop. Apparently, Kit wasn't the only one who had seen this.
Arien had flown over to Madam Hooch and told her. Serena saw Madam Hooch shake her head. From afar, it wasn't hard to tell Arien was mad. She started waving her arms and motioning to the Gryffindor goal hoops, pointing to the three chasers now cornering Wolf against the goal hoop.
Madam Hooch suddenly started waving her arms as well.
"Elliot tries to get away with the fowl because apparently, Cirelli had done it to stop the Slytherin chasers from stooging," Stooging was two chasers would ram the keeper aside so that the third chaser could score a goal, "But Madam Hooch is arguing that it never actually occurred yet, so Gryffindor receives a penalty!" Arien grew angrier and had now flown over to Bloodrath and had started yelling at him, while Wolf backed her up.
It was lucky the crowd was making a racket, or surely Wolf's swear words would have been heard throughout the stadium.
"So, we got to commit a fowl every time to stop theirs! Or let our players get beat bloody!" Wolf was yelling at Madam Hooch. More shouting was exchanged before Madam Hooch blew her whistle again.
"WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING WOLF!" Rashad shouted at him, leaning over the box to wave his fist, "THAT'S TWO PENALTIES FOR GRYFFINDOR!"
The crowd started booing. Gryffindor wasn't too pleased, but finally backed off reluctantly.
De la Cruz centered in the goal area, shooting a nasty look at Wolf, who scowled back in return, looking determined.
"De la Cruz centers, and shoot straight at him- closer- and then, NO!" Rashad jumped up in anger, "Slytherin scores!" It was 20-10, and Slytherin still had one more penalty.
Bloodrath lined up in place of De la Cruz. He tossed the ball up in the air and twirled and batted it with the back of his broom. Wolf caught it. The crowd went wild again.
"Score 20-10, and only 10 minutes into the game. This is promising to be an exciting match!"
Game resumed, the ball was tossed, and after a flurry of chasers, Danica was zooming off toward the Slytherin goal, Arien and Skyler along side her, protectively.
"Now Anderson has the quaffle, and the Slytherin's beaters perform the Doppleganger Defense right at her!" Ghostwitch and Callisto were in front of the goal, and the Gryffindor chasers speeding toward them. The Slytherin beaters suddenly hit the same bludger at the same time, making the bludger speed very fast toward Danica who barely had time to dodge it, but did so, doing a roll in the air and managing to hold onto the quaffle. The beaters held their ground creating a blockade. While Danica dipped under, Skyler and Arien covered the above her, flying between Danica and the Slytherin beaters
"Anderson dips under the Slytherin beaters, shoots- SCORES! 20 ALL!"
On and on the game went, growing more intense with each minute. Slytherin and Gryffindor had always been rivals, their games always the most popular, but this game was just brutal. Almost every single fowl was committed.
Serena kept a close eye on Caleb Constantine for signs of seeing the snitch, so far, nothing. Serena easily had the fastest broom on the pitch, for Harry had connections to Oliver Wood, keeper of Puddlemore United. The Mercury 1000 could go from 0 to 120 in 10 seconds. She didn't worry about the snitch at the moment; she decided to help in other ways.
She flew down, circling the pitch now at close range. The Gryffindor chasers were zigzagging at top speed up the field, the ball bouncing back and forth rapidly. Serena saw the Slytherin beaters getting into position to hit bludgers at them. Serena flew at them and just as Ghostwitch hit a bludger, Serena dived in front of it and knocked it back at him with the back of her broom. He had to dodge quickly out of the way.
The crowd was screaming. Normally, a seeker wouldn't be in the thick of the match with the chasers, but Serena was ignoring uniform and was flying around, blocking the Slytherin chasers from chasing after her own players. She flew backwards, checking De la Cruz who snarled nastily at her.
"Nasty little thing, aren't you?" Serena smirked at her.
With only two Slytherin chasers trying to fend off the Gryffindors, it was proving unfair and uneven. As Bloodrath and Bryce guarded the right and middle, it gave the Gryffindor chasers a free path to the right. Ashe was guarding right and as Arien flew straight at him with the quaffle, she suddenly swerved upward and Ashe followed. Arien dropped the quaffle in front of a lower hoop and Skyler was right there to bat it in.
"AND JACKSON SCORES AGAIN! 90 TO 40 GRYFFINDOR!"
They weren't exactly whooping Slytherin, they were up only 5 goals, but they were ahead. After a few more minutes hard playing, the score rose to 120-40, with Serena helping. She looked over to Wolf, who nodded.
It was time to go back into seeker mode. Serena found it a bit pathetic that Constantine still hadn't seen the snitch, and she even felt a bit disappointed.
It took 5 minutes hard searching, and then it was all over. Constantine's Firebolt was no match for the Mercury 1000. It was a rather anti-climatic end to a very rough game, the score 270 to 60.
"That was some pretty fancy flying, Malfoy," Ashe sneered, descending beside me as I held the snitch up in the air.
"Fuck off, Black," Serena flew away from him, "And it's Potter to you," Serena could feel his eyes on her as she did a victory lap.
The Gryffindor's gathered around her in the middle of the pitch, chanting her name, "POTTER! POTTER! POTTER! POTTER!" Skyler and Wolf lifted her high into the air and she thrust her fist into the air triumphantly. The mass of red and gold swooped down onto the pitch and engulfed them in sound.
A ways off, Serena could see Ashe sneering at them along with the Slytherin team who cut in front of them, "Don't forget, Potter!" He pointed at her eyes, staring deep at them with his own electric light blue one's, "Those eyes…" And he sneered once more before leading his team back to their locker room.
Serena had a strong urge to throw something at him, a bludger perhaps. But seeing as she was still being held up, she flipped him off.
They returned to the locker room and it was suddenly quiet again.
Serena peeled off her robes that were now sticky with sweat. She went over to the girl's showers and locked herself in, letting the warm water relax her. She was thoroughly annoyed with Ashe, the whole Slytherin thing. Yet she couldn't take her mind of his words.
Just this morning she felt Slytherin, but after the game, she certainly felt Gryffindor. Her mind wondered back over to the words Malikye had said to her weeks back, "But you are not 100% Gryffindor are you? A Gryffindor Slytherin? It's an oxymoron,"
How was it possible to feel so incredibly lost as she was? This morning she had thought herself two-faced with satisfaction, but now, it just felt awful. She had helped the Gryffindor team win, but the night before she had sworn herself to right hand to the Deatheater's Children. The weight felt very heavy.
She tried to scrub off the betrayal, but it only left her skin pink and raw. She wept in the shower, ever grateful for the water to drown it out.
She spent half an hour more in there before she finally turned off the water and cleaned her clothes with a flick of her wand. She donned her clothes once more and stepped back out into the locker room. She hung her uniform in her locker and made her way over to the mirror, checking to see if her eyes were red. Luckily they weren't, but she looked into the mirror she saw Wolf standing there.
She turned around, "What?"
He stared at her hard and she felt her hand move to her right arm where the charm had now faded and the mark was showing again.
"What's wrong?" She asked. He didn't say anything. The locker room was empty except for the two of them.
She moved back over to her locker and put her Quidditch boots back in in, and took out her normal shoes. She slipped them back on, ignoring Wolf who was still staring at her. She finally slammed her locker and turned back, "What is it with you?"
"What's wrong, Serena?" he finally asked.
"What's wrong? What are you talking about?"
She went back to the mirror, dragging a brush through her hair viciously as she was growing angry with Wolf. Again Wolf was silent. She began putting up her hair in a rapid pony tail, "What do you want?" she asked again, looking at him in the mirror, "Or are you just going to gawk at me all day?"
"Serena, you-" he couldn't seem to get the words out, "you've been acting very strange for the past few weeks. I know it must be about-" he stopped himself.
"What?" she spat, "About my running away?"
"No- I mean," he took a deep breath, "about your past- your father,"
Serena took a deep breath, her anger welling up in her. She finished tying up her hair and picked up her broom.
"My father, eh?" she sneered at him, "Don't talk to me about my father," she scoffed, heading out the door, she mumbled to herself, "my father…"
A/N: I'm just all over with this fic. Deatheater's Children, Quidditch, Serena and Wolf... I promise you the next chapters will be even more CONFUSING! [EHERM!] I mean... INTRICATE!
Please, please, please reivew...
I'm going to update the list of OC's as well.
thanks for reading!
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