Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews! My vacation went really well, although I have a bad sunburn on my back, but I did get a tan. As I told you, I have thought about the story a lot and have written the main ideas of three new chapters on notebook paper, one of which I will write now.
I would have wanted to have done more chapters, but it was really hard because my mind is one that wanders. A lot.
Disclaimer: I am getting tired of writing this and it's only my 6th chapter. Pitiful. Stuff you recognise from the real HP books are not mine, because my name is not J.K. Rowling. Stuff that you don't recognise from those books, however, are mine, because I make them up. It just works that way.
ENJOY. Please.
Also, here are some languages…
"Speaking"
Thinking
-(A language for speaking to all creatures, lost long ago to regular humans)-
/Parseltongue/
-:-talking with someone else inside their head-:-
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Dante found himself in a very uncomfortable position when he woke up. Peeking one eye open, he yawned and stretched, looking around, and noticed he was no longer in his bed. He was on the floor.
Getting up and ignoring his protesting muscles, he noticed Nox on the bed, in an obviously comfortable sleep. Grumbling, he walked to the bathroom to get a good bath… one of the very many he was planning to take.
To him, the bathroom was luxurious compared to what he was used to. The bath wasn't that big, but he didn't mind. It had warm water and bubbles, and that's all he really wanted. So, stripping off his clothes, he got in and immediately relaxed.
It was now that he started thinking about everything that his mother had told him through the book. He was part Vampire, part Elf, part everything. At least that's what his mother made it look like. Dante thought about the possibilities. He could mainly turn into anything, everything… the very thought made his head spin.
Then his stomach growled, so he got out of the tub, drained the water, dried himself, and changed into the clothes he had on before. He would definitely need to get more clothes.
Shaking his head at Nox as he passed by, he opened the door of his room and went outside, joining the other people already having breakfast.
Jonathyn was first to acknowledge him. "'Ello, kid. What'll it be for ya? We've got all kinds o' meats, bacon, beef, ham, you name it. We also got a lot o' drinks 'ere you c'n order; Water, Butterbeer, Fire Whiskey, and Blood, considering you are a Vampire?" Jonathyn's eyes stared at him calculatingly.
"Of course," Dante answered easily, and asked for some of the life giving liquid.
"That'll be all?" Jonathyn said, putting the glass down in front of Dante. At Dante's nod, he left.
Dante, wanting to try something out, willed his fangs to grow. He was surprised for it to come almost naturally to him, and he took a gulp of the liquid in his glass, not knowing what to expect.
It tasted heavenly, and made him feel almost more alive. He didn't need it, he knew that, but there was no harm in drinking it. He then became aware of a presence sitting down beside him and he looked over.
She was a woman that looked to be around 27 at most, but Dante knew she must be older than that because he knew she was a Vampire. She had long black hair and eyes, pale skin, and was wearing all black clothing.
"You new?" She said, giving him a sideways glance.
"Of course," Dante said, looking straight ahead, still drinking.
The woman beside him snickered softly. "You'll need my introduction, then," she started, but was interrupted. Dante, having felt the presence coming, was not surprised when a male voice whispered into his ear.
"Her introductions suck. To make a long story short—"
"Shut up Mike. Everyone else too, and this includes you, Jack, Zack, and Wolf-Boy over there. Ally, please slap them for me. Anyway, continuing—" but she was once again interrupted.
"It's Luke to you, Christina. Or shall I call you Tina? Or how about Chris? Or Chrissy? Or, how about—"
"Will you shut up? I'm trying to make introductions here,"
"Bad introductions."
"How do you know?"
"I listen to them every time you say them. It gets boring."
Christina hissed at Luke, baring fangs. The moment was only broken when all the guys started laughing, besides Dante, who gave an amused smirk. The laughter was stifled when 'Ally' pinched Zack, gaining an 'Ow!' and a stuck-out tongue.
Mumbling, Christina turned her attention back to Dante. "This is the Innocent Inn, as you already know. It's kind of like a safe haven to all of us who are… hated by 'normal people'. Those are regular ol' Witches and Wizards. We're mainly considered evil bloodsuckers who should all be dead and non-existent. It's the same with Were-Wolves, Elves, and many thought-to-be evil creatures, although the rest aren't marked under the category of 'bloodsuckers'."
"She's getting off the main point again," Jack sang, getting a glare from Christina. "Many of us come here on a vacation of sorts. Nobody knows we're here, and nobody really comes all the way to the very end of Knockturn Ally. It's evil and full of badness." Jack finished the last sentence with a grin.
"Since most of the people here come regularly, we know everybody except for the newcomers," Mike said.
"State your name, please," Zack said in a very business like tone, and Dante smirked once again.
"Dante."
"Nice to meet you, Dante," Zack said, and bowed, earning a playful slap on the head from Christina, who in return earned a 'Really! Women these days… '.
Dante then was presented (oddly) to every single other person in the Inn (he guessed it was an annoying sort of traditional thing, since Luke kept on sending him pitiful glances), and when he was introduced to the very last person, he grumbled all the way back to his seat in a cute (not that he knew it) way, much to the amusement of everybody in the Inn.
They all got along brilliantly after that.
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Not having any luck on finding Kiara, Draco decided to go further up into his fathers Manor, which was huge. She could really be anywhere, and Draco knew he had to hurry… his father could wake up any time, and if he noticed he was missing…
He shook the thoughts out of his head and opened another door, but just saw a workroom. The room he had been in had been locked on the outside but not on the inside, so anybody could get in but he couldn't get out.
He hurried through the family library, but didn't look at anything at all but the exit. When he got out, there were a few more doors and stairs, and he looked through all of them, only to find nothing. Climbing quickly up the stairs, he finally noticed that having a really big Manor isn't good for everything. The floor he had just gotten to was just as big— maybe even bigger than the last one, and he was getting tired.
He wouldn't ask a portrait… they might be on his father's side after all. He just hoped this wouldn't take the whole day, and as he tiredly opened the door, to find…
(A/N: If I was mean, I would stop right here, but fortunately for you, there's more chapter I have to write, and right now I am just wasting my time writing this little sentence thingy.)
"Mum!" He whispered, and he ran right up and gave her a hug, not caring if he was supposed to be Malfoy-ish or not. He hadn't seen his Mum in around a year.
Draco noticed that they couldn't stay here for that long… they had to get out.
"Mum, we—"
"We have to leave right now, yes, I know. Are you alright?"
"Yes, mum, but we have to find Kiara. She can't stay here either!"
His Mum nodded, walking out of the room. "Of course not. I've been thinking quite hard about where you and Kiara would be lately, if I ever got out."
Draco, following his mum, thought it over too. Where would his father put Kiara? She was the Dark Lords daughter… she would be in one of the really big guest rooms, which were always on the first floor to prevent people from getting lost on their way to the kitchen or something. It was also so that people didn't look around their Manor inspecting everything. It was quite annoying when they did that. Either that or she was in the very last and highest tower of the house, but those were normally used by Death Eaters for practicing the Unforgivables… the Ministry couldn't catch most of the magic used up there though, and whenever they came they never had once found the passageway to even one of the towers… Draco himself only knew a few.
Mentally hitting his head on bricks, Draco cursed himself for acting like a Gryffindor. Slytherins always thought things over before they acted, they didn't burst into things blindly.
Still, he followed his mother down the hundreds of tiring stairs quickly all the way to the first floor, and they both immediately started to search doors, but it was Draco who found Kiara first.
"Draco!" Kiara said, her talking much better than what it used to be when he last saw her, and she jumped out of her canopy bed and ran up to him.
"Were you stuck in a room too? I got out once, but there were these sound thingies…"
And, sure enough, alarms started going off so loudly that it must have notified every single thing (living or not living) in the entire house.
Draco had always wondered what had made that noise, but now was not the time. He quickly grabbed Kiara's arm and pulled her out of the room, meet up with his mum, who led them down a flight of stairs he had never noticed before, through a trap door, through one of three locked doors, down a slide, stairs, and many other things until Draco could not hear the alarms any longer.
"Where are we?" Draco asked, breaking the silence that had fallen, and Kiara looked up at Narcissa expectantly.
"Escape tunnel. It's the fastest way to get out of the Manor without anybody seeing you. I should be the only one who knows about it, since I was the one who made it."
Draco wondered about the 'should' in that sentence, but then looked over at Kiara. She hadn't changed much since the last time he saw her. She had black hair reached her mid-back, dark, violet eyes, freckles over her small nose, and pale cheeks. She was wearing a plain purple dress that reached her knees and had what he guessed was a long sleeve black T-shirt underneath. Like him, she was barefoot.
The trio walked in silence after that, although Kiara did give Draco a happy hug and a whispered 'Thanks.'
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As soon as Draco burst into my room I knew it was time to leave, not a friendly visit. I told him about the alarms, but I had purposely left out that Lucius had said he'd kill Draco if I ever did it again. I knew he hadn't been lying, so I didn't. Until now.
Draco grabbed my arm and we followed his mother Narcissa through an escape tunnel. The escape route was very creative, actually. There was more than one tunnel to go through, so followers could get lost pretty quick.
Draco had changed since I last saw him, though. His hair wasn't as it used to be. It had always been gelled back. Now it was brushed back but slightly messy, and a few strands hung into his grey eyes. He looked better, actually, not as 'perfect.' He was wearing a long sleeved black T-shirt with a black robe over that, and grey shorts that seemed to have been pants before, but had been ripped to go down a little below the knees.
I was silent throughout the tunnel until he asked where we were, and then I really couldn't resist the urge to hug him happily. This would be my first view of the outside in a long time.
Finally, though, we reached the end of the tunnel, and Narcissa felt through the dark for what turned out to be a trap door, and as soon as she opened it we all scrambled outside, into the night. The Manor was nowhere in sight. Instead, we seemed to be in some kind of forest.
I smelled the fresh air happily. Nothing but trees, leaves, running water, animals, people walking this way….
People?
I realized this was probably a bad thing, and whispered my findings to Narcissa.
"There are peoples coming," I whispered, and Narcissa looked at me sharply, but I was right, as we heard voices soon after. These people were defiantly not professionals on being quiet.
"Why does the walk have to be so darn long?"
"Because we can't apparate you nitwit. Stupid Malfoys made the anti-apparating wards too big."
"Aren't we supposed to be taking those down?"
"They would probably notice. Anyway, I'm too tired to do anything now but follow orders. 'Search the Malfoy Manor for any uses of Dark Magic.' At one in the morning, too. Sheesh."
The people kept on mumbling and getting closer.
"Aurors," Draco whispered to me. "The workers for the ministry. Very stupid, that lot, always hunting for Dark Wizards, never succeeding."
Narcissa then motioned for us to leave, and she was walking away already, so we followed, but luck wasn't on our side and something that would have usually been funny turned on us.
"SNAKE! Bloody Hell there's a SNAKE! Get it away, get it away, get it away! SNAKE! Run for your lives!"
One of the Aurors had come across a snake… and reacted quite badly, so now we had a rampaging flock of five Aurors running right towards us, making so much noise that they probably woke the whole forest up.
Quickly, we ran out of their path, but one of them spotted what I guess was white-blond hair.
"MALFOYS! IT'S GOT TO BE THE MALFOYS! KILL THEM!" And the chase was on, but it was five on three, and they weren't Aurors for nothing.
Narcissa stopped and turned, looking for the place that marked the end of the anti-apparating wards, but she seemed to have found something else.
"Get in," she ordered, pointing to a hole at the bottom of a tree. When we didn't react, she said it again, more forcefully, and Draco and I both scurried into the tiny hole. Looking once more for a way out, Narcissa found the mark and apparated as soon as the Aurors came into view, and, catching on to her magical signature, followed her.
As soon as they all disappeared from view, I looked over at Draco. His face, if possible, had gotten even more pale than it already had been. I silently agreed with what I knew he was thinking. Five on one, even if the Aurors were quite dumb, looked hard to beat. Looking back at Draco though, something else seemed to have caught his attention for the moment.
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I knew, as soon as the Aurors apparated after my mum, that it would be a miracle if she came out alive. It was really quite hard to think about, but…
-:-Hello, Draco-:- A voice sounded in my head, and I looked around wildly before his eyes spotted a snake that seemed to be half his length and black and silver in color, though it seemed to glow gold. A small part of his mind told him that he had seen the snake somewhere before, but he couldn't think of where.
-:-How do you know my name?-:- Draco thought in his head, hoping the snake would hear him.
-:-You are my Chosen, Draco. Of course I know your name-:-
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Well, folks, that's all for today. I'm quite tired, actually. And my sunburn hurts, but that's probably why it's called a burn. Yes, I am having a good time stating the obvious, thank you very much.
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