The Princess of Darkness
Chapter 8: Ritual
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Every day since then Faye, Harry, and Ron spent the
Friday afternoons playing around on their brooms, sometimes
practicing Quidditch. Bunifa and Hermione enjoyed talking about
classes. Bunifa, being the expert computer genius that she was,
liked showing Hermione all her favorite websites.
After one such day the group was walking through the
courtyard back to their dormitories, talking and chatting happily.
Suddenly, Faye stuck her arm in front of Harry. She gripped the
arm, and Harry saw it was bleeding.
"What happened?!" Ron exclaimed. "Was she hit by
some spell?"
"That was no spell" said Hermione quietly.
"Your right. That was a bullet." Bunifa added.
"Guns? In Hogwarts?" Harry asked increadulously.
"Would you please excuse me for a moment?" said
Faye, wincing in pain. She ran ahead and fell through the wall.
Faye had been working on this technique ever since
the first time she did it. You have to relax your body compleatly
and bond with the wall. Running along the wall in her shadow
form, Faye followed where the bullet came from. The sniper
was hidden in a small room on a ledge. From her figure, you
could tell that it was a woman. She was wearing a black cloak
and a mask covering her face.
"Who are you?" she asked bitterly.
"I would ask you the same thing, but seeing the
terrible choice in wardrobe, I'd have to say that you are a
Death Eater." sneered Faye.
The woman whipped out her wand. Faye did the same.
"Saberio" said Faye. She swished her wand in a
downward motion, and out of the tip came a katana style sword.
"Avada Ked-" the Death Eater never finished. Before
she could finish her spell, Faye had stabbed her straight through
the heart in.
~*~
"I wonder where Faye had to go." Bunifa said.
"Probably to the Hospital Wing" Ron said
"I doubt it...something in her eyes said something
different" Harry said absently. There was something wrong. He
felt it. He couldn't get the feeling out of his head. 'Oh well' he
thought. 'Maybe I just need some sleep.' They said the
password to the fat lady (It was really messed up. Bunifa had
tried to change it to 'I am gay'. Instead it turned into 'Ian's Gravy').
Hermione shreiked when she saw the sight ahead of
them. In one of the chairs sat a figure cloaked in black, obviously
a Death Eater. Or at least, a previous Death Eater. There were
knives sticking all around her body and her mask was gone.
Stapled to her forehead was a note saying:
To the Ministry of Magic's Aurors:
I place Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange into your custody.
Although I doubt what good she will be.
~Black Rose
Harry couldn't help but feel slightly happy. Lestrange
had obviously died a gruesome death, and in his opinion, she
deserved it.
~*~
The death of Bellatrix Lestrange spred throughout
the school like wildfire. All the Slytherins seemed aprehensive.
Except of course, for Faye. She simply laughed at the irony.
Four years ago, Muggles were being murdered. The other
students seemed fearful of thier lives, while the Slytherins sat
smug watching them. Now the vice versa was true. But then,
why shouldn't they feel frightened? They had a Death Eater
assassin in their midst.
~*~
This thought amused Faye durring dinner. But after
a while, her fellow Slytherin's glancing everywhere (CONSTANT VIGILANCE!! XD)
were getting boring. She took out her wand and said "Accio Peach Cobbler".
She threw the wand at Bunifa like it was a lit grenade. Bunifa
caught on and handed the wand to Ron. Ron just looked at her
wierd and suddenly-
SPLAT!
Ron was covered in cobbler. The entire Slytherin
table's mood lightened and they burst out in laughter. The
cobbler was boiling undernieth his red face. He was glaring at
Draco, obviously thinking that he did it.
"EAT THIS, MALFOY!" Ron roared. He picked up some
mashed potatoes and hurled them over to Draco. They hit the
boy right in the face. He looked more shocked than angry.
Blaze Zabini stood up on a table and yelled "FOOD FIGHT!"
Faye sprinted through the mass of flying desserts and
entrees. Bunifa caught sight of this, and threw the wand in her
direction. Faye jumped up and caught it before falling through
the wall.
She silently swooped up the wall and landed on a small
groove. Her best friends and worst enemy were covered head
to toe in food. The proffessors were trying to dodge flying pies
and stop the students, which was failing. Faye sat snickering
for a while.
But then she felt a sharp pain in her hand. She looked
at her hand, which like always had a glove covering it. Silently,
she slipped into the wall and left the Great Hall.
~*~
Faye silently lurked through the shadows until she
found her secret room. During one of her late night strolls on
walls, she had found it. It was a small room that strangely didn't
have a door. Inside the room was almost bare, exept for four
candles, colored red, blue, green, and orange on the floor on a
star shaped mat and a dagger. How they had known she needed
a room like this, she didn't know.
~*~
Faye sat in the middle of the star shaped mat. Slowly,
she took off the glove on her left hand. The top of her hand was
covered in blood. She lighted the four candles and closed her
eyes. She put her bleeding hand over the red candle. "Ignis" she
said.
Faye did the same thing with the other candles, saying
a different word for each one (blue: aqualis. green: terra. orange: aeris)
The flames turned the colors of their candles.
Faye took the dagger and placed the flat part of it on her
forehead. She chanted "ahta, malkoot, vih-g'boora, vih-g'doola,
lehoman, AMEN!" Faye thrusted the dagger in the air. The flames on the candles turned into beams of light. They shot in the air, turned quickly and hit Faye. The blood on her hand dried up quickly and nothing was left but her scar. She looked at it and sighed. 'That was close' she thought, while puting the glove back on her hand.
~*~
As she slipped through the shadows, Proffessor Snape
stopped her. He could obviously see her on the wall. How, she
didn't know.
"Why are you out of bed, Thompson?" he asked cooly.
Faye gave a one eyed smirk. "Proffessor, where I come from I
have a right to remain silent. Anything I say can and will be used
against me in a court of law."
She slid past him. "Ha ganita coso ni sha Hogwarts" she
whispered.
Snape watched her go. What did she mean by 'you are lucky
that you are at Hogwarts?'...
***In the real world, as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems***
A/N Faye's parting words were made up, not part of any language.
If they mean something in a different language, then GOMENASAI!!
(i'm sorry). They will come into play later.
Chapter 8: Ritual
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Every day since then Faye, Harry, and Ron spent the
Friday afternoons playing around on their brooms, sometimes
practicing Quidditch. Bunifa and Hermione enjoyed talking about
classes. Bunifa, being the expert computer genius that she was,
liked showing Hermione all her favorite websites.
After one such day the group was walking through the
courtyard back to their dormitories, talking and chatting happily.
Suddenly, Faye stuck her arm in front of Harry. She gripped the
arm, and Harry saw it was bleeding.
"What happened?!" Ron exclaimed. "Was she hit by
some spell?"
"That was no spell" said Hermione quietly.
"Your right. That was a bullet." Bunifa added.
"Guns? In Hogwarts?" Harry asked increadulously.
"Would you please excuse me for a moment?" said
Faye, wincing in pain. She ran ahead and fell through the wall.
Faye had been working on this technique ever since
the first time she did it. You have to relax your body compleatly
and bond with the wall. Running along the wall in her shadow
form, Faye followed where the bullet came from. The sniper
was hidden in a small room on a ledge. From her figure, you
could tell that it was a woman. She was wearing a black cloak
and a mask covering her face.
"Who are you?" she asked bitterly.
"I would ask you the same thing, but seeing the
terrible choice in wardrobe, I'd have to say that you are a
Death Eater." sneered Faye.
The woman whipped out her wand. Faye did the same.
"Saberio" said Faye. She swished her wand in a
downward motion, and out of the tip came a katana style sword.
"Avada Ked-" the Death Eater never finished. Before
she could finish her spell, Faye had stabbed her straight through
the heart in.
~*~
"I wonder where Faye had to go." Bunifa said.
"Probably to the Hospital Wing" Ron said
"I doubt it...something in her eyes said something
different" Harry said absently. There was something wrong. He
felt it. He couldn't get the feeling out of his head. 'Oh well' he
thought. 'Maybe I just need some sleep.' They said the
password to the fat lady (It was really messed up. Bunifa had
tried to change it to 'I am gay'. Instead it turned into 'Ian's Gravy').
Hermione shreiked when she saw the sight ahead of
them. In one of the chairs sat a figure cloaked in black, obviously
a Death Eater. Or at least, a previous Death Eater. There were
knives sticking all around her body and her mask was gone.
Stapled to her forehead was a note saying:
To the Ministry of Magic's Aurors:
I place Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange into your custody.
Although I doubt what good she will be.
~Black Rose
Harry couldn't help but feel slightly happy. Lestrange
had obviously died a gruesome death, and in his opinion, she
deserved it.
~*~
The death of Bellatrix Lestrange spred throughout
the school like wildfire. All the Slytherins seemed aprehensive.
Except of course, for Faye. She simply laughed at the irony.
Four years ago, Muggles were being murdered. The other
students seemed fearful of thier lives, while the Slytherins sat
smug watching them. Now the vice versa was true. But then,
why shouldn't they feel frightened? They had a Death Eater
assassin in their midst.
~*~
This thought amused Faye durring dinner. But after
a while, her fellow Slytherin's glancing everywhere (CONSTANT VIGILANCE!! XD)
were getting boring. She took out her wand and said "Accio Peach Cobbler".
She threw the wand at Bunifa like it was a lit grenade. Bunifa
caught on and handed the wand to Ron. Ron just looked at her
wierd and suddenly-
SPLAT!
Ron was covered in cobbler. The entire Slytherin
table's mood lightened and they burst out in laughter. The
cobbler was boiling undernieth his red face. He was glaring at
Draco, obviously thinking that he did it.
"EAT THIS, MALFOY!" Ron roared. He picked up some
mashed potatoes and hurled them over to Draco. They hit the
boy right in the face. He looked more shocked than angry.
Blaze Zabini stood up on a table and yelled "FOOD FIGHT!"
Faye sprinted through the mass of flying desserts and
entrees. Bunifa caught sight of this, and threw the wand in her
direction. Faye jumped up and caught it before falling through
the wall.
She silently swooped up the wall and landed on a small
groove. Her best friends and worst enemy were covered head
to toe in food. The proffessors were trying to dodge flying pies
and stop the students, which was failing. Faye sat snickering
for a while.
But then she felt a sharp pain in her hand. She looked
at her hand, which like always had a glove covering it. Silently,
she slipped into the wall and left the Great Hall.
~*~
Faye silently lurked through the shadows until she
found her secret room. During one of her late night strolls on
walls, she had found it. It was a small room that strangely didn't
have a door. Inside the room was almost bare, exept for four
candles, colored red, blue, green, and orange on the floor on a
star shaped mat and a dagger. How they had known she needed
a room like this, she didn't know.
~*~
Faye sat in the middle of the star shaped mat. Slowly,
she took off the glove on her left hand. The top of her hand was
covered in blood. She lighted the four candles and closed her
eyes. She put her bleeding hand over the red candle. "Ignis" she
said.
Faye did the same thing with the other candles, saying
a different word for each one (blue: aqualis. green: terra. orange: aeris)
The flames turned the colors of their candles.
Faye took the dagger and placed the flat part of it on her
forehead. She chanted "ahta, malkoot, vih-g'boora, vih-g'doola,
lehoman, AMEN!" Faye thrusted the dagger in the air. The flames on the candles turned into beams of light. They shot in the air, turned quickly and hit Faye. The blood on her hand dried up quickly and nothing was left but her scar. She looked at it and sighed. 'That was close' she thought, while puting the glove back on her hand.
~*~
As she slipped through the shadows, Proffessor Snape
stopped her. He could obviously see her on the wall. How, she
didn't know.
"Why are you out of bed, Thompson?" he asked cooly.
Faye gave a one eyed smirk. "Proffessor, where I come from I
have a right to remain silent. Anything I say can and will be used
against me in a court of law."
She slid past him. "Ha ganita coso ni sha Hogwarts" she
whispered.
Snape watched her go. What did she mean by 'you are lucky
that you are at Hogwarts?'...
***In the real world, as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems***
A/N Faye's parting words were made up, not part of any language.
If they mean something in a different language, then GOMENASAI!!
(i'm sorry). They will come into play later.