Dark Days Pass But Are Never Forgotten
SURPRISE!!! AN EARLY UPDATE! Thank you to everyone who responded to my distress call. I am happy to report I have gotten enough beta readers to write another series if I wanted to. I guess I never realized how many faithful readers and reviewers I have out there in the world of fanfiction obsession. My only regret is that I don't have the time to answer each and every one of you who either leave me a question on the review board or write me an e-mail. Know that I try my best and if I don't answer a question directly, I've taken the subject into consideration and I try to explain it within a few chapters. Such as Harry's Dark Mark….
That was a very good question and I had to stop and ask myself what happened to it. I hope the answer hidden within my story was good enough.
This story is quickly gaining on my review record. I'm absolutely amazed and how many people read my stories. I am sincerely blessed with some wonderful fans!
Secondly, I'd like to apologize for not reviewing everybody who's either asked me to or left me a review. I do try to read as much as I can, but I'm on a tight times table. I think there are some extremely talented authors on this page! I think I've spotted several best selling future authors, come to think of it.
I'm going to try my best to answer one question (which ever has the majority) a week about the direction Dark Days is going. You'll notice that the soap opera atmosphere has suddenly disappeared in this chapter. This is actually the darkest chapter I've ever written. I'm sorry ahead of time for what I've done to a very important character in this chapter…I'll leave it at that.
I'd like to give a special thanks to RavenGryffendor for helping to proof read this chapter.
I also recommend everyone check out my personal website. I've added to my list of recommended stories. If you aren't included never fear, the list is always growing….
I'm planning on adding SammyD and LilyEvans story on there as soon I get some time.
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Nothing is my Own
Kill the Spare
It was evident that someone was in a rage when Michael and Susan stepped into the dormitory. It wasn't the obvious signs like broken chairs or thrashed possessions, for Noel's temper was much more subtle than a mere tantrum. It was the aura that was pulsing from her as she sat at her desk.
"What did Harry do this time?" Michael asked instantly.
He and Susan stood a good deal away with a look of caution. They both knew first hand that Noel's temper could easily go from calm and hidden to raging.
"Bloody idiot," Noel hissed under her breath.
Michael smirked and gave Susan a glance as if to say, 'I knew it had to he Harry.' Susan returned his glance and shook her head.
"Did he say something?" Susan asked softly, as she began to approach Noel's position.
Noel's head snapped up. "Did I ask for your worries? Why don't the two of you learn to mind your own business for a change?"
Michael grabbed Susan by the arm to hold her back; it was almost as if he was afraid Noel might attack Susan if she moved any closer. Noel took no further notice of her dorm mates as she continued staring down at her desk coldly.
Michael made a motion toward the practice areas and Susan nodded. The two quickly retreated to safety quickly. If Noel was grateful for their exit, she made gave no sign of it.
There was no reason for her to be so upset; after all, she knew that Harry and Cho were back together. She had known about this since the night she had caught them snogging in the library, in fact, she had been the one who had blown their secret, though the y weren't aware of that.
She slammed her hand down on her desk and stormed out of the dormitory. She felt that if she didn't get some air she would surely crack and do something drastic. Everything had gone wrong! Her potion had backfired terribly, and instead of making her despise Harry, it had made her heart ache for him even more. Instead of the article she had helped deliver to the Daily Prophet driving Harry and Cho apart, it had pushed them closer together. Now Harry was confessing his love to her for all to hear.
What could Cho Chang possibly offer to him? Cho was weak, and Harry didn't need someone who was weak.
Noel's feet had carried her out of her dormitory and into the halls of the Academy. It didn't matter where she went at that moment; she would still be raging.
"Ah, and this is our library facility here at the Academy. Your father's donations helped purchase a large number of these highly necessary books."
Noel stopped cold as she saw a sight that she should never have been scene. If Harry saw this, he'd surely hex Minister Fudge for being such a moron.
Cornelius Fudge was willingly guiding Draco Malfoy through the halls of the sacred Academy. "I'm sure your future donations will be used just as wisely."
Draco Malfoy seemed to sneer at the Minister's comment but continued to follow him.
"Ah, here is one of our students now. Mr. Malfoy have you had the privilege to meet young Master O'Riley," Minster Fudge greeted, as he spotted Noel rooted to her spot.
"Yes," Draco said curtly, cutting his eyes in her direction. "We've had the pleasure."
"Excellent," Minister Fudge said lightly. "Young Master O'Riley, would you be so kind to show Mr. Malfoy our library and potions lab? I need to have a word with your head mistress about her replacement."
"Minister, I'm really not sure…" Noel started but Fudge waved her off. "I'm sure you'll be very entertaining."
Noel passed a disgusted sneer in the direction of her guest; her idea of a good time was not entertaining Draco Malfoy.
"You look lovely," Draco offered, matching her gaze.
Noel turned her head sharply in the direction the Minister had just disappeared in before snapping back in Draco's direction. "Got our precious Minister back in the palm of your hands I see."
"Well, I'm rather modest about my accomplishments," Draco commented casually.
"You might be singing a different tune after the elections," Noel said coldly, as she held open the library door for him.
Draco looked at her with his head tilted to one side. "Voting for Potter I take it."
Noel laughed bitterly. "I can't vote in this country."
"I see, otherwise you would be voting for Potter" Draco taunted, "You and the scar head make an adorable couple."
"Watch your tongue," Noel said harshly. "Potter is my colleague, nothing more."
Draco pulled the library door shut and took a look around the empty room. "That isn't what my source tells me. —You really do have a lovely facility here."
The blood rushed out of Noel's face at Draco's words. Was this the source her mentor had been working with? Had he thrown in his lot with Malfoy? Was she now working with Draco Malfoy?
"I don't know what your talking about," Noel said in a low whisper.
"Ah, O'Riley, I think you know precisely what I'm talking about," Draco continued, as he scanned the room to make absolutely certain nobody was around. "Name your price."
"I have no price," Noel said flatly.
"Everybody has a price. I'm not asking you to join our cause; I can see your precious career is worth too bloody much to you, but I can also see you aren't lacking in intelligence. If you help me, I guarantee you'll survive this war."
Noel laughed, "You honestly think death scares me? Why would I want to be an Auror if I had a fear of death?"
"Then what? Do you want Potter?" Malfoy asked sharply.
"Potter is in love with Chang," Noel retorted before she realized what she was saying.
Malfoy however seized the opportunity. "So, you'd like to see Chang removed from her over used position at Potter's side. You'd like to see her—disposed of?"
"Don't be absurd," Noel snapped.
"I can easily have it arranged. Actually, it already is. It has just been degraded in the order of priority, but I can always bring it back to our attention. It will be untraceable to you, and once Chang is out of the picture, you can offer Potter solace over the death of his lost love," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Though I can't promise how long we'll let Potter live; that will be up to you."
"This is blasphemy. I can have you arrested for the treason you speak," Noel warned.
Malfoy shrugged. "Do you honestly think Fudge is going to allow you to do that?"
Noel scowled, knowing that Malfoy did in fact have her beaten with the Fudge card. "I want no part in your plot."
"Just like you wanted no part in the plot to get the Prophet to exploit the Potter/Chang relationship," Malfoy whispered coldly. "It's very simple, Noel. Just get us the tiniest bit of information on Potter, and we'll deliver him straight into your arms."
"Potter won't even talk to me. You're wasting your time," Noel hissed before turning to escort him out of the library.
"How did he destroy the Dark Lord?" Malfoy asked swiftly.
Noel narrowed her eyes. "I don't think he even knows."
"Have you asked him about it?" Malfoy demanded.
Noel pursed her lips as Malfoy seized her arm. "No."
"Ask him. Get him to confide in you. Leave Cho Chang to me. Don't worry; your conscience will be clean," Malfoy grinned before releasing her and walking out of the library.
December tore through another book on dark magic with frustration before sweeping it off her desk with a loud huff. It was pointless; one thing remained a constant in magic, 'One could not master dark magic with a book, for true dark magic was and would always be unwritten.'
It didn't make sense, but she was positive the reason for Snape's mysterious behavior was due to the Dark Mark burning on his arm. It made perfect sense. In the latter part of the war, Snape had become paranoid and insistent that the dark servants knew of his mission and were planning his death.
"December, what are you doing up so late?"
December looked up at her fellow Auror who was now peering over her shoulder. Lydia Jones was an Auror who had been in her first class at the Academy. She wasn't the most brilliant out of her class, but she had managed to remain the only survivor.
"I'm researching a theory that has recently come to my attention," December answered.
Lydia pulled up a chair and flipped open one of the books in the large stack. "Perhaps I can help."
December sighed, "I doubt it. I'm beginning to wonder if the answer I'm searching for can even be found in a book."
"Try me," Lydia said quickly. "I'm guessing it has to do with Dark Arts; you know I excelled in that class."
"I'm researching Dark Marks," December said quickly, knowing the Auror would begin piecing things together.
"There isn't much information on that form of Dark Magic. The Dark Wizard Ellisor of the thirteenth century perfected it, but it didn't become pronounced in use until the recent Dark Lord, Voldemort, instigated its use," Lydia recited, as she continued flipping though the pages. "Slytherin used them while he was teaching at Hogwarts—he'd summon his student to his side whenever he deemed necessary, though I think it was considered dark magic back in those days."
"I'm not really too interested in the history of the Dark Mark, more like how it's used," December revealed.
Lydia looked up at December suspiciously. "Nothing is written on the Dark Mark. The incantation is completely unknown. All the information we have on it comes from the last war, and there isn't much."
"You know we've been seeing it again, recently?" December asked.
"I've heard of the Death Eaters who were killed by Alastor, but I've also read the report that think it could just been a coincidence."
"What if it wasn't? What if someone has discovered how to wield Voldemort's Dark Mark?" December asked.
"And you have proof of this?" Lydia asked.
December shook her head. "No, that's why I'm burning the midnight oil."
"I'll keep my ears open, but I think I'm going to have to side with the investigation's report. Dark wizards don't write down their secrets; it just doesn't happen."
December offered an appreciative nod as Lydia rose from her seat and left the open research area. She knew Lydia was probably right, but the motions of Snape played over and over in her mind. Years of experience had taught her to trust her gut. If she had learned that lesson sooner, Lily and James might still be alive. She had seen Peter gripping his left arm many times before that tragic night, and she had always blown it off as coincidence. She wasn't going to fall for that excuse again.
She turned another page when she suddenly froze.
Early Love/Binding Potion and Their Prohibition Under Magical Law 1770
Severus Snape looked above his head to the wall and noticed the dark scorch mark. He pulled himself off the floor; his breathing was heavy and his head was drenched with sweat. He had barely managed to survive a killing curse, and now he was left in a dark room with no sign of where the spell had been casted from.
"My, my, my… It couldn't be Severus Snape," hissed a low amused voice.
Snape dusted his robes and raised his wand. "Who's there?"
"Why Severus, how could you forget your old friend? What has happened to your loyalty? Could it be you betrayed the Dark Lord and put in your lot with Dumbledore?"
"I demand you reveal yourself to me," Snape said firmly, knowing he could be struck dead at any second.
"You are in no position to demand anything…"
A small light began to illuminate from the back of the room and Snape squinted his eyes trying to gain focus. Suddenly Snape's color drained completely as he caught sight of the person who had just tried to murder him.
"Malfoy."
"Very good. I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me," Lucius Malfoy smirked.
It was obvious that Malfoy had changed. His once light eyes now burned a deep crimson, and his pale face was even paler than before. A stack of books lay beside him, and a bubbling cauldron sat directly in front of a throne-like chair.
"What have you done?" Snape asked almost breathlessly.
"Done? I've merely discovered the secrets that no other Death Eater ever dreamed could be discovered," Malfoy explained, as his wand twirled playfully in his hand.
Snape's breathing increased as he studied his former friend and associate.
"Did you know our master wrote down his entire memoir? Everything, from how he touched immortality to how he summoned his followers. It's all right here, in this room, his throne room. He was perfect, and I seriously doubt that he would have ever been stopped if it wasn't for one minor mistake," Lucius rambled, "Do you know what that mistake was?"
"It doesn't matter how close our master got to immortality; it doesn't change his fate. There is no reason to carry on with this madness," Snape said slowly, watching Lucius' wand as it moved effortlessly.
Lucius nodded, "If I surrender this madness, as you've so eloquently put it, what would I go back to? Dumbledore has made certain that I can never exist in civilized wizarding society. No, I think I'd rather just continue with my former master's noble work."
"At what if the Dark Lord returns?" Snape snapped.
Lucius smirked again. "Actually, Lord Voldemort won't be returning."
Snape shuttered at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, but his eyes did not move.
"Yes, in fact I think it is about time you join him," Lucius continued.
"If you except me to gravel before you, then you are mistaken. I don't serve anybody anymore," Snape stated boldly, holding his wand firmly in case an attack came.
"I would use you my old friend, but I learned long ago your ability to block out others from you mind and your questionable loyalties make you a serious liability. I of course will give you a fighting chance," Lucius teased before raising his wand and making a difficult movement with it.
"The anti-apparation charm has been removed. If you can disappear before I strike you dead, then you may go free," Lucius said quickly, his wand now secure in his fingers.
Snape's eyes widened as he took a step backwards.
"On the count of three then?" Lucius asked. "One, Two…."
Snape mentally recited the incantation for an disapparation, but he didn't get it all out before he saw Malfoy raise his wand and make another movement, the killing charm's incantation, followed by a blinding green light.
It hit him straight in the chest as a loud crack sounded.
Cho nibbled on the end of her quill as she read through the book in front of her. Harry smiled lightly as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was always so peaceful looking when she was studying.
"Are you smirking at me?" Cho muttered, not looking up from her studies.
Harry shrugged.
Cho finally looked up and sighed, "You know this stuff isn't easy…"
"I know, Master Wallace is a tyrant," Harry conceded. "But you always seemed rather gifted at potions."
Cho's face dropped. "What do you mean by that?" Mario's words had not left without a scar. Harry's comment made her wonder if he wondered if she had a part in his attack as well.
"Nothing. I just merely was trying to pay you a compliment and convince you not to worry about that particular class," Harry continued, as he noticed her tensing up at his last comment.
"Oh," Cho said softly, as she closed her potions book and pushed it a good way off to the side.
The two sat quietly for a time as Harry continued his Transfiguration essay and Cho glared at her potion's book. Suddenly the loud chime of the library clock rang though the open area, and Cho jumped in her seat, a bit startled by the noise, and then looked at her watch.
"Plans tonight?" Harry asked.
Cho took in a deep breath. "I was wondering if you'd perhaps do me a favor?"
"What?" Harry asked, as he placed his quill on the desk.
Cho smiled nervously. "I was meeting someone for dinner—it, it isn't anything fancy, just a bite to eat at the Three Broomsticks."
"You're rambling," Harry pointed out.
Cho laughed lightly. "Will you come with me?"
"Who are you meeting?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"My mum," she replied, barely audible.
Harry suddenly closed his eyes and took his own deep breath. "Cho, you know your parents hate me."
"My mum doesn't hate you," Cho corrected. "It's my father that doesn't always think with an open mind."
"I don't think it's good idea that I go with you," Harry said flatly, wishing she'd drop the suggestion, but knowing she wouldn't.
Cho frowned faintly. "Alright, I'll see you tonight, maybe?"
Harry raised his eyes. "I'm probably going to turn in early once I finish this essay."
Cho leaned down and planted a quick kiss on Harry's cheek. "Goodnight then."
He sat in the library for about half an hour after she left, but he didn't get much work done. His mind was racing with confusion. Part of him wanted to go with her to help her make peace with her parents, but part of him wanted to part of Cho's family.
After he finally realized he wasn't going to accomplish anything else that night, he threw his books in his satchel and left the library. The dormitory was full that evening when he arrived. Michael and Susan were stretched out on Michael's bed, surrounded by books, quills and papers.
"Michael, the Arriel Rune isn't suppose to be translated to mean dog dung," Susan sighed, as she rolled her eyes.
"Well, it could be. Look. It has the same principle markings as the Muckurious Rune, and it has the kickoffs of the bottom marking which means dung," Michael defended.
Susan huffed, "Ridiculous! How did you ever manage Ravenclaw?"
Michael narrowed his eyes before he caught sight of Harry over Susan's shoulder.
"Aye, Harry mate, where have you been?" Michael bellowed.
Harry smirked, "I was in the library, but it doesn't look nearly as cozy as your bed, Michael."
"Were you studying with Cho?" Susan asked, an edge still on her voice.
"Yea," Harry muttered.
Susan grinned, "Then I'm sure it was plenty cozy enough for you."
Michael gave a snicker, and Terry made some kind of amused sound from across the room at his desk.
"So, if you were alone with Cho, why are you back so early?" Terry asked, looking up from his Magical Herb's book.
"She left about half an hour of so ago to eat dinner with her mum," Harry replied flatly.
"And you didn't go with her?" Noel spoke up in a bitter sarcastic tone, the couch in front of the fire hid her form.
"I thought better against it," Harry replied emotionless before collapsing into his own bed.
Susan wrinkled her nose. "I thought it was Mr. Chang you had an issue with?"
"No, more like her entire family," Harry retorted. "I just think it's healthier for our relationship if I'm not present during family events."
"So, are you going to avoid them for the rest of your life?" Terry asked.
Harry frowned, "Who said anything about the rest of my life?"
"I think what Terry is trying to say is, what are you going to do when you and Cho get married?" Susan explained.
Harry's head popped up from his bed. "Who said anything about Cho and I getting married."
"You've got to tie her down eventually, mate," Michael shrugged. "They expect it."
"They?" Noel spat.
"Michael's right you know," Susan agreed, ignoring Noel's comment. "All girls dream of getting married to the man of their dreams."
"Not all girls," Noel said acidly under her breath.
Harry laughed, "Cho and I are too young to even think about marriage."
"So are Seamus and Lavender," Terry added. "But they've been together so long, it just made sense. Kind of like you and Cho."
Harry flung a pillow in Terry's direction and knocked over an ink well." Now I know where Skeeter has been getting her material from."
"Can you imagine your life without Cho if something should happen to her?" Susan inquired.
Harry frowned, "If you're asking if I love her…"
"No, I'm asking if you can live without her," Susan interrupted.
"If something happened, I don't suppose I'd have a choice," Harry replied.
Susan tutted, "Why do you always have to be so cynical about everything?"
"Alright," Harry surrendered. "I'd be devastated if something happened to her, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to marry her."
"Do you think you could ever fall in love again?" Noel asked, suddenly causing everybody to turn their attention to her position.
Harry stared blankly for a moment then replied, "No, I don't think I could."
The air was a tad chilly as Cho pulled her robe tighter around her shoulders. The end of November almost always brought snow with it. This year however, the white blanket had yet to arrive. Hogsmeade was empty except for a few early Christmas shoppers, who were rushing by with their bags. Cho had apparated to a spot near the entrance of the village, so she had to walk a good distance to arrive at the Three Broomsticks.
She didn't mind though; her conversation and new relationship with Harry weighed heavily on her mind. Her face told the story of a witch that was wishing for a life that was normal. Her life was far from normal.
Her father was the Ambassador from China's Ministry of Magic, and her boyfriend was the famous wizard who had destroyed the Dark Lord Voldemort. Fame stalked her like a curse. Since her fourth year at school she had lost a boyfriend to death, been knocked out for months by a Dementor, faced the Dark Lord only to almost lose her life in the process, been recruited by the vampires, and placed under the Imperius Curse. Yes, life was far from simple. If you added to that, the stresses of fighting the Daily Prophet, fighting her parents, and trying to sort out her love life, you would call her life quite complex.
Cho shuttered at the thought as she pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks. She paused for a moment when she thought she saw someone following her, but she shrugged it off.
"Moody has made me too paranoid," Cho muttered miserably to herself, as she scanned the room for her mum.
Kim Chang was sitting in the far corner of the small pub with a red bound book.
"Sorry I'm late," Cho said quickly, as she took a seat on the opposite side of the table.
Kim Chang waved off her daughter's apology and set her book down on the table. "You're father is working late."
Cho nodded, knowing that her mother was merely making an excuse for her father's absence. Cho had not spoken to him since her outburst in front of the Raymers not long ago.
"I was in the library studying, and I lost track of time," Cho rambled, not knowing what else to say at the moment, but desperate to keep the conversation away from her father.
Her mother nodded, and she motioned for Madame Rosmerta. "I thought you would bring Harry with you."
Cho sighed, "He didn't think it was a good idea."
"I am not your father Cho Lei," Kim Chang said softly. "I do not disown you for being involved with Harry."
"Yes mum, I know that," Cho whispered, as Madame Rosmerta appeared next to the table. "Can I have a goblet of pumpkin juice and a fish sandwich."
"I'll take that too," Kim Chang seconded, as Madame Rosmerta walked away.
"How is work?"
Cho shrugged, "I'm up for my rank VII assessment at the end of December."
"Good," Kim Chang nodded. "How is Eros?"
"I don't see him much anymore, mother," Cho said quickly. "He seemed to be doing well last I heard."
"Such a sweet boy," Kim Chang said with frustration. "You cannot hate him because he loved you Cho Lei."
"You don't know him as well as you think you do, Mother," Cho retorted, as Madame Rosmerta delivered their drinks.
Cho turned her head towards the window where she narrowed her eyes. The same figure she thought she had seen tailing her as she entered into the pub looked to be sitting outside watching her through the window.
"Is everything all right, Cho Lei?" her mother asked as she watched her daughter's expression.
Cho stood up and placed her hand into her robes. "I don't know."
"Cho Lei," her mother continued.
Just then a blood-curdling scream rattled the walls and the sounds of a thousand wings could be heard. The large window in the front of the pub shattered and everyone inside ducked to the floor for in cover.
Cho rose quickly back to her feet as she held her wand out in front of her and scanned the room. She caught sight of what had smashed the window and gasped. A corpse lay in the middle of the room on a broken table surrounded by glass.
Cho's eyes grew wide as she examined the man's clammy skin and bleeding fang marks.
"Vampires," Cho hissed, as she stood firmly in front of her mother. "We need to get out of here!"
Madame Rosmerta had retrieved her own wand as a few of the customers looked around nervously.
"I'm a squib!," one of the exclaimed on the verge of hysteria. "I can't do magic!"
An old hag in the corner hobbled towards the middle of the room in a daze as she prodded the dead victim.
"Cho."
Cho's blood ran cold as her name lingered in the air. The ancient voice was hanging like a thick curtain. That's when the flapping seized, and the vampires appeared.
"Why are you stalking me?" Cho demanded, her mind becoming light as Darthaynia smirked at her with his hideous vampire smile.
His gleaming red eyes burned into her as she attempted to collect herself.
"Fight me, love. It only makes the victory that much sweeter," the vampire priest taunted.
Cho's wand moved as her body shivered at his words. She took a deep breath as she felt a demon buried inside her soul trying to escape.
"I came here with the intent of taking your life," Darthaynia said slowly. "I was told your blood was no longer pure—but I can still smell your innocence."
Cho swallowed hard knowing what Darthaynia was saying, and she also knew what it meant. Someone had told the vampire priest about her relationship with Harry, and Darthaynia was saying she hadn't done what she had believed she had. Her tears damped her cheek as her internal battle raged. Her mind grew week as she finally collapsed to the floor in a fit of sorts.
Madame Rosmerta leaned down next to he and acted like a human shield. "Go away, beast!"
Darthaynia hissed loudly and made a motion with his arm that caused Madame Rosemerta to fly across the room and hit the wall. A few pub customers shrieked, but there was nowhere to go, and there was no help in sight.
A vampire behind Darthaynia hissed loudly and made a motion to move towards the hag, but the priest stopped him, "Not yet my child. We shall feed soon enough."
Kim Chang face twisted in horror. Darthaynia made another motion with his hand, and Cho obediently rose to her feet.
"Come, love," Darthaynia hissed, as Cho took a step towards him.
Kim Chang grabbed her daughter's arm and threw her to the floor. "Leave my daughter alone!"
Darthaynia hissed loudly, and Kim drew her wand and made a quick motion with it followed by a Chinese incantation. The spell hit Darthaynia in the chest, and he laughed bitterly.
Cho was back on her feet again and walking towards the Vampire Priest, and then the desperation of a mother happened. Kim Chang charged the Vampire Priest and seized him around the neck right before Cho was in his reach. She screamed for someone to help Cho as Darthaynia's long claw like fingernails pierced into her shoulders, and he flipped her off his back.
Kim Chang let out a moan of pain as the blood poured freely. The vampires behind the Dark Priest hissed in excitement as the aroma of fresh blood filled the air. The distraction had been enough. The squib that was shaking in terror had managed to drag Cho behind the bar, where the two were hiding. Cho was breathing heavily as white foam poured from her mouth, and her eyes drew back into her head.
Darthaynia arms, which were draped in his bat like cloak, dropped to the sides and the vampires took the signal. Several of them ascended on Kim Chang. The screaming stopped less than a minute later.
"Girl, you've got to snap out of it," the squib pleaded at Cho.
A few more of the vampires, who had not had their fill of blood, started to approach Madame Rosmerta, but suddenly stopped as a purple spell caught one in the forehead and forced him backwards.
"Get back! All of you!" screamed Eros Raymer, as he held his wand firmly in front of him. He was standing outside the broken window with a look of anger and determination.
"The Auror and Ministry officials will be here shortly," he continued.
Darthaynia laughed, "Your magic is useless here."
"Is it?" Eros taunted.
Darthaynia paused for a moment as he caught sight of the hit vampire who had black blood spilling out of his forehead. "Let us take the girl, and no one need more die here."
"I'm afraid I can't let that happen," Eros said shortly.
Darthaynia hissed loudly. "You are in no position to be making demands!"
"This is your last warning," Eros said coldly.
The air was filled with bats as the vampires retreated from the situation. Vampires were monstrous killers, but most didn't think it wise to fight a group of prepared wizards. They valued their immortality too much.
The pub was literally destroyed as two dead bodies littered the ground. Eros took a shaky breath as he threw his cloak over Kim Chang's mutilated body, and then rushed to check on Cho.
"Is she alright?" Eros asked desperately.
The squib gave a nervous shrug. "I don't know what's wrong with her."
Eros ran a hand across her clammy cheek, and then the sound of loud crack filled the room. The Aurors had arrived.
NEXT UPDATE: 08-29-04
I'm starting work on my second BA next week, so my update could be a little late, depending on how much time I have.