Title: Prince of the Light
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its relevant occurrence belongs to J.R.Rowling and Warner Bros. The rest are mine. The plot and its incidences are purely fiction, should there be any similarity between this story and real life, it is purely coincidental.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. But like the HP movie, where the viewers had to wait for a whole year before PoA was released, I needed to take a bit of time off to re-arrange my affairs and the plot. Now, sit back, relax and enjoy the fic. Don't forget to purchase your popcorn before hand and remember to switch off your mobiles before entering the theatre. Also, a review would be nice…or I might just stop this all together.
Tenth Night-Entertainment Tonight
Once in the dining hall, Arthur Weasley approached the stage set up in front whilst the rest of the Weasley clan and Hermoine followed Claude as Mr Weasley specified beforehand. Once Mr Weasley made sure all of the guests have settled down at their tables, he began to make his opening speech that he prepared especially for the occasion.
"Honourable guests and friends of the English Ministry of Magic, I'd like to personally welcome you all to this Dinner Party. I hope that we have been the kind of hosts you have been expecting. I'm sure that you have had long journey and are ready to try out some of the local specialty that I haven't had to chance to try myself. There are a few entertainments up for tonight as well. Hope you will all enjoy it. Now I believe the chefs are impatient to show off their culinary skills." Mr Weasley then stepped down from the stage and joined his family in the midst of applause from the audience.
The food soon arrived on the buffet tables set up around the perimeter of the dinning hall. Four long tables was set up similar to the Hogwarts Hall with silverwares and various sizes of glass set up and at regular intervals, there was a jug of water on the table, just in case there were people who are allergic to pumpkin juice. There were also a few smaller and more secluded tables scattered around near the front of the stage. The Weasley family were currently seated near the front end of the second long table to the left with Pashivica and her siblings directly across them. The children (a.k.a. Pashivica, Ginny, Ron and Hermoine) were chatting away amiably as though they were childhood friends throughout the whole course of eating. On their second helpings to the buffet table, as they were going together, they met someone quite like themselves, very incidentally.
"Fleur?!" Hermoine yelled in surprise. She had thought that since this was an international event, there was a possibility of seeing one of the 'Goblet Champions', as the Golden Trio came to dub those that had participated in the Triwizard Tournaments. But she didn't think it would be so soon.
Fleur was wearing a dress with a dark shimmering fabric that wrapped around her figure, accentuating the curves of the body. She applied a thin layer of makeup to mask away any fatigue left from travelling and by her side was her little sister and a few unknown people. Her sister had grown little, from Hermoine's point of view, from when they last saw her at the Tournament. She had an orange dress on her and a matching colour large bow tied to her hair. Although she tugged at it frantically as though trying to pull it apart, it seems that it had been magically charmed to stay firm.
"Hermoine and Ron! How nice it is to zee you again. By zhe way Ron, I didn't have a chance to reply your letterz because of zhe sudden relocation of my family…" At this point, both Ginny and Hermoine looked at Ron then Fleur and Ron again with a questioning gaze and Fleur being who she was, decided to clear the misconception in the favour of the missing golden boy. "Hermoine, Virginia, pleaze don't mizunderstand moi. Ron et moi are only correspondents through mail and had been for more zhan a year. Ve zhought it waz wise to do so because of zhe circumstances."
At that point, there was a tug at Fleur's skirt. Her sister was indicating something. A rapid French conversation was underway and soon, the young girl had what she wanted.
"Mon Dieu! Vhere are my mannerz?" Fleur and Ron exclaimed at the same time. Many would have thought that they were a couple by this reaction, and that included nearly all of the bystanders, but this was because there were other guests with them. "Vhy don't ve take one of zhe smaller table so ve can talk in the midst of these politicians?" All agreed to the idea as they have their plates full on their hands.
The quite-large-but-not-very-large-group of people moved into the left hand corner near the stage. There was a small instrument only band on the stage at the moment. And by 'instrument only', there are ONLY instruments and no-one was playing it. They were enchanted so that they play a list of song by themselves. Each enjoyed the music and a jug of juice appeared on the table as the occupants sat down.
Ron sat at the right hand side and going clockwise around the table was Ginny, Hermoine and Pashivica; who are both having a conversation on the must go places around London Town, then there was pair of twins, the Asian representatives. One had waist-length hair and had braided, known as Akira Kageyama, whilst the other with similar length of hair just tied into a ponytail, Akari Kageyama. Although their eyes are of different colour, first being black and the other being violet/mid-night blue, Ginny thought both looked extremely alike yet very different at the same time and they look nothing like the twins of the Weasley household as they hold more of an air of dignity rather than the gleam of mischief. Ginny had once seen this pair of twins walking around the village not so far from where the Weasley lived.
On the left had side of the twins sat a young male around her brother's age and looked like he could be Harry's twin. He had long black hair which had been tied down, cerulean eyes masked by the silver rimmed glasses but his build was different from what Ginny remembered Harry to be. Instead of being thin and scrawny, he was just thin but had a sense of strength to it. Ginny had to admit, she is a bit attracted to this person for some reason. Next to the rather attractive looking male sat another of blond hair and green eyes. The similarity between these two are not only physical, but also the way in which they present themselves, one could say their aura. Or maybe it was just what they were wearing as both had dark coloured shirts, former in a dark blue the latter in a dark olive green, with pale jackets and a neck-scarf tied at the collar. The neck-scarf of the latter has an emblem of sorts but it could not be identified by Ginny.
From there sat a young female occupant who is listening intently to the band and taking a sip from her cup. One would have thought that she was ignoring the people present but in fact, Ginny noticed the way she kept glancing back at the table just to catch up with the conversations around. Her movements were minimal and unless one paid special attention then one could not notice. Next to her was another female occupant and it seems that this person noticed Ginny looking at the people present. Her dark green shoulder length hair glistened under the candle light, totally opposite of the one next to her. The pale dress she had on only helped to accentuate her Asian-European mixed features though Ginny thinks that she couldn't be from parts of Asia.
"You seemed very interested in this company of people don't you Miss Weasley." She spoke. Her voice was not of a condemning tone, rather it seemed very friendly. Ginny was very surprised at this, not only her tone of voice but also her knowledge of her name.
"Yes, anybody would be won't they. I mean its not as if we had the manners to introduce ourselves…" the female next to her turned her attention away from the band.
"Oui, it waz not polite of me for forgetting to introduce." Fleur, who sat on the other side of Ron, mentioned. Gabrielle, her sister, sat in between the one with the 'condemning but friendly' tone and her sister.
"We can introduce ourselves and spare you the trouble Fleur." It seems that many agreed to the Asian-European mix, "I'm from Kohnar Philm, from Mythica Relf. It's commonly known as the place of autumn leaves. Or so people keep telling me."
"Cassandra Josh Milleno from Dephinglore, a small wizarding country on one of the outlaying islands." She put down her cup of juice and turned back to the table. It seems that she is not interested in the table's occupants. "Not exactly a neat place, but at least its better than the mainland isn't it?" It seems to Ginny that she is extremely proud, more arrogant, of the her heritage. Something that reminded her of a certain blond head in Slytherin.
"My friend doesn't talk much, but he's Pheo and I'm Zephyr. We're from Ragnarak…"
"You mean the 'End of the Earth'?" Hermoine interjected.
'Why must everyone think that? Although I did as well when I first arrived…' Pheo thought
"Nah, nothing as frightening as that. Now that I think about it, I wonder why they choose that name." Zephyr added.
"Probably to commemorate something. Like some bad thing that happened…" Ron spoke out between his drinks.
"Ron!" Both Hermoine and Ginny exclaimed and both thought 'Ron is so tactless…'
"It's been a long time since we last saw each other hasn't it?" Ginny asked the twins.
"Yes, too bad we can't go shopping in London last time…" the one with the pony tail replied.
"Ginny, you know them?" Hermoine, looked curious.
"We've been acquainted, I'm Akira Kageyama and this is my older sister Akari." The other twin spoke out, "We moved to the village just this summer so that we can attend Hogwarts as we've been invited to join."
"But you're too old to be first years…" Hermoine exclaimed, she'd read that the last time there was an extended invitation was nearly 75 years ago, when Dumbledore was still a transfiguration professor.
"We're told to join sixth year, though back where we came from we're still technically fifth year. But I think we're not that far behind on course material…"
"For once I'd like a meal without the talk of school…" Ron sighed.
"I'm with you my friend. But I just can't pull my sister away from school talk either. Stubborn as a mule…"
Just as Akira was about to comment more about her sister, a familiar figure came around to their table. Dressed in dark velvet robes and accompanied by his two faithful bodyguards, Malfoy stroll leisurely towards them. Ginny could feel that something bad is about to happen.
"Well, I'd never thought I'd see the day when the wizarding world decided to make your father as their representative." Malfoy sneered.
"What they decided is none of your business, Malfoy. At least is better than a certain few…" Hermoine trailed off. She had wanted to avoid confrontation in front of the guests but she knew it would not happen. So rather than having a pair of hot-headed Weasley, she had opted to defend by herself.
"Really mudblood, never thought they'd have invited you to something of such social class. After all, you are just plain ordinary. Unlike me, I'm from the upper society." Malfoy turned to the others sitting around the table. "On behalf of those who are better, I want to suggest to you all to be careful who you associate yourselves with. After all, you would not want to attract trouble by being with those who are on the 'wrong side'…"
"If all the upper class wizards are like this, I'd rather not be here at all!" Kohnar exclaimed.
"This is an outrage! How can you suppose yourself to be higher than all others?! Even I know the decency to tone down my ego!" Cassandra, unexpectedly, shouted at Malfoy at the same time as Kohnar. This brought to the attention from the guests in the immediate vicinity. The noise around the area seem to have all gone but none of the occupants of the tables noticed.
'This proves I should never judge a book by its cover…'Ginny thought. 'At first she seemed like Malfoy, with a similar attitude, but I think she's a nice person'
"Hm. I'd never expected to hear that from you Cassandra. It seems like you've changed. Though for good or for bad we'll have to see…"
"You do realise that you've just insulted royalty haven't you?" Pashivica spoke, still seated calmly with a cup of juice in her hands as though she is ready to splash it all on Malfoy's face. For the past few moments, she had only kept her silence in the situation along with Zephyr, Pheo and the twins. Thinking that further friction is not needed. "And not only one, but quite a few…"
"I really won't believe that you are royalty miss. It seems like you're just trying to bluff me. I can tell these things you know, don't underestimate my intelligence women"
"I'm afraid what she said is quite true…" Akari spoke on her cue as though they've rehearsed the conversation before.
Ron and Ginny just sat and enjoyed the drama as it unfolds. Hermoine, though sensing a bit of discomfort, thought about stopping this from getting further but she wasn't generous at the moment to save Malfoy from being humiliated. Hermoine knew the guests around them were interested in the outcome of this 'conversation'. After all, many around them are from England and many more had been nearly insulted and their named been nearly slandered by the eloquent Malfoy.
"Ha! As I've said, I won't fall for that." It seems that some of the students from Slytherin noticed this confrontation and choose to appear behind Malfoy at that point.
"Mr Malfoy is it." Akira spoke as a statement rather than a question, "It seems that the idea of other races having a Monarchy system never occurred to you. Might I remind you that England is still under the rule of a Queen? But I doubt that you have even studied English History."
"Muggle history has nothing to do with the wizarding world. The only thing I care about is the wizarding world, its stability and its current status. The past of muggles has nothing to do with the past of the magic world."
"But the future is built on the past in order to prosper, one past would affect another…" a voice below Malfoy, Zephyr spoke, surprising him in the process.
"This is going nowhere, I do not care about the past, nor do I care for impostors of royalty." Malfoy humphed and ignored the look on the faces of the people sitting around the table. He did not want anything else to do with them and would rather leave them to their own devices before he degrades to their level. He took his leave with his entourage.
Just as Malfoy left Hermoine raised the question that had plagued everyone's mind just before Pashivica spoke up.
"Cassandra, you know Malfoy?"
"Used to," Cassandra paused "was acquainted for a while. But I find his personality too…"
"Too snotty??" Ron provided
"I was trying to think of something less vulgar, but I guess that will have to do." Cassandra looked around the table, she knew what was on everyone's mind. "I met Malfoy quite a few years ago. I guess whilst I change for the better, he changed for the worst. I used to be like him, but something happened and I realised the way I thought was wrong."
"Well, it proves we should always give people a second chance ne?" Akira, the optimist out of the twin, the ever-hopeful one tried to cheer the situation up a bit. But it seems he failed. The people around the table were deep in thought. And as all tragedies always gather in one spot, barely Akira was about to say something else, the inevitable happened.
A big explosion echoed through the dinning hall, bringing out Arthur Weasely, the high officials of the Ministry and other important guests out from their secluded meeting that seemed to have taken place when they least expected.
"What's wrong?" Ginny exclaimed
"What's happening?"
"What's that?"
"Is something wrong?"
Gasps, exclamation and surprised voices can be heard from the surrounding guests as the rush of officials came in and tried to secure the room from the inside. One of the officials went over and informed those that just came out from the meeting. Ginny, who was nearest to their father, tried to listen into the conversation but found no coherent answers.
In a messy room
Phantom: You know, I was gonna set this in another place but with all the doom and gloom you've just read, I'd though I'd better not do that…Harry: You know, you bring in too many characters….
Ginny: Not to mention you made Malfoy into a total b$trd…
Hermoine: And you've been taking too long during this chapter…
Ron: Not to mention you forgot to order the Chinese takeaway for the night…
Zephyr: Nor did you remember to by enough food in the fridge…
Sena: And I think I've just become a side-dish for the fic…
James&Lily: We seem to appear less and less often…
Phantom: Will you stop the complaining already?
Dumbledore: My, my, and you've even left off at the worst place possible…
Harry: And you've not managed to write to you're set word amount…
Phantom: I protest! I did try. But I had a hard time thinking of the plot…
Fleur: Et mes Anglais c'est ne pas trés terrible…
Phatom: Je suis desolée. Mais c'est le plus long temp quand je parlé le Anglais avec le français accant
Fleur: Humph.
Phantom: And to all those who had reviewed. I thank you for your support and will try my best to continue and write up to you're standards. The next chapter is dedicated to all of the reviewers…you know who you are!
Ron: By the way, when are you gonna get those Feta and Herbs Smith's chips again??
Phantom: I just got them, they're on…the…eh? Where's it gone?
Ron: Don't look at me, I didn't touch it!
Hermoine: I only touched the M&M's
Ginny: TimTam's my only choice
Phantom: THEN WHO TOOK MY CRISPS???
Harry: Strolled leisurely out of the room with a grin on his face