Princess of Darkness Chapter 12- Moonlight Sonata
Faye sat at her desk with a bored look on her face. She didn't care about exams. She didn't need them. She decided to Christmas tree all of the multiple choice and write random passages for the short answer sections. She stared down at the test:
#87 What is the best way to subdue an enraged griffin?
She reread the question and smiled slyly as she wrote, "A African or a European griffin?" She wouldn't be here long. If everything went as planned, she would be back at home before the next semester.
Draco was staring at his test blankly. He had already discussed travel plans with Faye about the party. He would send an escort at about nine o'clock on the twenty-first. He still couldn't believe what he was doing. At the beginning of the year, she had gone out of her way to humiliate him. But there was something about her. After their fight on the roof, she simply DECIDED that they would be friends. He had almost no say in it. At first, he was apprehensive, but she proved her loyalty to the house and to him on the day of the Quidditch match. She even risked expulsion when the stupid Potter Brigade accused him of "cheating" How ridiculous.
Draco had to keep himself from laughing out loud. They were right. He did cheat. But the fact that they weren't caught showed to everyone that Slytherin was the superior house. Ravenclaws were book-smart, but what's the point of knowing the rules if you can't bend them in your favor? It's true that Gryffindors were brave, but bravery usually led to recklessness which is just as lethal as the dementor's kiss that a rule bending Slytherin would get if they were caught. And as for Hufflepuffs. . . well, they're freaking HUFFLEPUFFS! They were "kind" or whatever. In Draco's opinion, Hufflepuffs were what was left over when everyone else was sorted. He remembered how the Sorting Hat was so confused about where to put Potter. Maybe miscellaneous little Potter should have been a Hufflepuff?
After subduing laughter a second time, he continued his test. There were numerous questions about the Viev Kabora from Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he missed a large amount of.
"What are common features of a Kabora?" asked the test. He remembered reading something about having pale complexions with dark hair. "Why are Kabora so dangerous?" the test asked. He quickly scribbled down the answer for that one. It had been engraved into his mind. Kabora often hunted humans for some unknown reason. They don't eat them and they don't suck up their souls; they just kill them. He also heard that many Death Eaters had been prey to the creatures. It's hypothesized that they do this because of their dementor ancestry.
He quickly finished the test. It wasn't too difficult. Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of his best classes, after all.
The days after the exams were spent celebrating. Relations were still cool between Bunifa and her "best friend" Faye, but they didn't fight for the rest of the days in school.
Bunifa was very disappointed in Faye. She thought that she knew better than to sell out all the hard work that they put into developing that spell to the enemy. How could she do this? Didn't she hold anything sacred? When they got back home, she
swore that she would let her have it. She stared angrily at her cereal. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all knew what was wrong, and they decided not to mess with it.
The morning mail fell with a delicate plop on the Gryffindor table. Bunifa was surprised to see that she got a letter. A large brown barn owl nipped at her muffin while she unclipped the letter from its leg. It was just a small note.
She quickly skimmed it with a shocked look on her face. Then, she carefully placed it in her bag.
"What's the matter, Bunifa?" Ron asked while shooing the owl away. It gave an angry squawk and flew away. A few Gryffindors yelled at it as it flew away; it stole an entire piece of toast and stepped in the butter.
"Oh, it's. . .nothin' that you really need to worry about. I think I'm gonna have to move back to Florida after break though. . . " she said softly.
"Will . . .Faye have to move back too?" Harry asked carefully.
"Yeah. Our time here's up." she said. She looked sadly into her now soggy cereal.
"Huh, is that so? Well then, we'll have to throw you a good-bye party before you go. Promise to write, okay?" Hermione said energetically.
Bunifa looked up with a smile. "Okay, I will" she said.
The twenty-first was here at last. Faye sat in the dormitories; she was checking herself over one last time. She thought she was being silly. 'It's just a stupid party,' she told herself over and over, 'There's no reason to be so melodramatic.' There was a knock at her door.
"Faye! There's someone here for you at the front of the school. There here to pick you up!" Pansy's annoyed voice yelled at her from behind the door. She had barricaded all of the other Slytherin girls from the dorms for fear of an angry mob attacking her. After all, they were Draco's little cheer squad.
She looked at herself one last time. "Fine. I'm coming," she said.
There was no-one it the corridors tonight. Most of them had either already left, or they were asleep. Faye was deep in thought when a voice behind her called her name.
"Oh. It's you," she said. Behind her stood Professor Snape, looking down on her like they were parts of some stereotypical shady business deal in a parking garage.
"So, you're going to the Malfoy's little party are you?" he said cooly.
"Yeah. . .so?"she questioned. She was now officially freaked out.
"Take this," he said, handing her a small vial of dark blue liquid, "I know what you're here for, and I just ask you to keep your friend's interests in mind."
Faye stared at him with a suspicious look on her face. "Okay. . ." she said slowly while taking the vial, "Oh by the way--next year try not to be such a damn prick."
He sneered at her. "Don't forget, Miss Thompson--you are still on Hogwarts school property. You are still vulnerable, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut." He quickly turned and walked away, his robes flapping dramatically in the wind.
Faye's escort gave her a golden pocket watch that instantly warped her to Malfoy Manor, a large house that reminded her of the Resident Evil mansions. When she walked inside, a large reception hall that was well lit with numerous floating candles awaited her. The walls were lined with portraits of the members of the Malfoy clan, most of which were staring at her suspiciously. Small tables with pottery and other expensive looking ornaments and potted plants sat at various points. A well dressed house elf led her to the ballroom.
The ballroom was just as Faye thought it would be. She stood on a platform above the actual ballroom; a double staircase led down to the actual floor. The room was lit by many glass chandeliers and windows that reached from floor to ceiling almost wallpapered the room. Downstairs many women clad in fine silk dress robes flirted and danced with men wearing equally expensive looking clothing. Faye could see Draco speaking with a tall blonde haired man at the bottom of the staircase.
Draco was talking to his father when he saw Faye, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Her gown sparkled silver like the stars in heaven and her shoulders were draped with a waist-length cloak of white feathers. She modestly held a feathered fan to her face with silvery elbow length gloves. Her long hair had been twisted up to the top of her head and he could tell that she had a slight dusting of makeup on her face. She walked down the steps to him and he once again questioned his reasoning in bringing her here. He didn't know why all these feelings of doubt and anxiety were surfacing in his mind, but he decided to let them go for the time being.
"Well, Draco, are you going to introduce me to your friend or not?" Lucius Malfoy said impatiently.
"Yes, Father. This is Faye Thompson, a fellow Slytherin girl at school. She came from the Americas." he said with his head down. He snuck a quick glance to Faye who smiled warmly and extended her hand. Lucius took her hand and gently kissed it.
"Faye. . .what a charming name," he said.
"Well, now I see where Draco got his charms," she replied. He smiled back. "I have been meaning to speak with you. Draco has told me many. . fascinating stories about you, my dear. Would you two please join me in my study?"
They both agreed and followed the snake like man back up the stairs and through a corridor on the left to a dimly-lit room with shelves of books and a few comfortable chairs by a roaring fire.
"Please sit down and make yourself at home," said Lucius.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the stairs to Gryffindor tower. Mr. and Ms. Weasly had arrived late, so they went to collect their baggage. When they arrived they saw Bunifa siting somberly by the fire.
"Hey guys, could you come here a second? I have something to tell you." she asked.
"Sorry, Bunifa, we gotta go! Mum will get cross with us if we stay too long." Ron replied joyfully.
"No! This is really important!" she exclaimed, "Draco Malfoy might be in serious danger!"
"So then, what part of the Americas do you come from, Ms. Thompson?" Lucius Malfoy asked while sipping his tea.
"I'm from the United States, Florida to be exact," she answered.
"Really? Is that so?"
"Yes, sir"
"You don't look like someone from Florida."
"Well, sir, in all due respect, not all Floridians are swimsuit models with an increased chance of contracting melanoma."
Lucius laughed. "I see! I like your sense of humor."
"Thank you sir."
"Which school did you go to?" he asked.
"It's not very well known. It's a private academy."
Draco sat and watched the conversation bounce back and forth. His father had a remarkable talent of peeling a biography off of a person with a few simple questions. He requested more tea. Faye handed him some off of the cart, despite Mr. Malfoy insisting that she shouldn't trouble herself.
"Do you go to school in Florida?" Lucius asked.
"No sir. It's an out of state school."
"Really?"
"Yes sir."
"What do your parents do?"
"My father is a high ranking government official. He is the chief of international investigations. He deals with many acts of terrorism, you know, mass murders, arson, things like that."
"Is he an Auror?"
"No. We really don't see the need for Aurors. Most of them don't do their jobs anyway."
"Then what about-"
Faye looked up from her cup of tea. "Sir, I don't see what my parents' occupation has to do with anything. I actually have some questions to ask you."
Lucius sat quietly for a moment. "Go ahead then," he said politely.
Faye closed her eyes and set her cup down. "Alright then. Is it true that you were imprisoned in Azkaban for being a Death Eater? Don't bother telling me that you aren't one; I already know you are."
Lucius glared at her. "I don't see how that question is relevant. And how can you prove that I am what you say I am?"
Faye met his gaze with a sinister sneer. "I have my sources."
"What do you mean, he's in danger?" Hermione asked. She sat down next to Bunifa with a grave look on her face.
"The better question is, why should we care?" scoffed Ron, but he sat down anyway.
Harry stood stoically next to the fire. "Alright. Let's hear it, then." he said.
Bunifa sat huddled against the fire. Tears of guilt streamed down her face. "I'm afraid that his father is being hunted."
Lucius suddenly jumped out of his seat. His teacup crashed to the ground. He grabbed his cane and walked toward the door.
"I wouldn't go out there if I were you, sir," Faye calmly said, "You might get hurt."
Draco sat stiff in his chair. His face was white with fear. What had he done!
Lucius spun around and pointed madly at Faye. His face was twisted with insanity-- a cross between laughter and fear. "YOU! YOU ARE OF REQUIEM, AREN'T YOU?" he roared. Faye only bowed slightly. She clapped her feathery fan shut and it turned into her wand. A small glass feather fell from the wand and Draco instantly realized that Faye made another spell charm. He sat with a terrified and confused look on his face.
"Draco, sit in that corner over there and try to stay out of the way. Close your eyes," Faye instructed. To Draco's horror, his body immediately followed her directions. He felt his heavy feet plod over to the small corner and wedged himself between a bookcase and the wall. He stuck his hands over his ears and shut his eyes tight.
The enraged look on Malfoy's face increased as he took out his own wand. "AVADA KEDAVRA" he shouted. Faye simply phased through the bookcases and disappeared from the study. Malfoy looked around wildly, spinning one way and then the next for any sign of where she might appear. He helplessly cast spell after spell randomly around the room.
"Stupefy" cried a voice behind him. Malfoy fell stunned to the ground. Faye slowly walked up to his body. "Draco, you may open your eyes now. I'm about to give you an early Christmas present." she said triumphantly. Draco did as he was told and stared in horror as Faye called that same sword out of her wand that she had used against Draco in their duel. One of her knees mounted on Lucius's solar plexus and the tip of the sword's blade was angled at his jugular vein; the exact same position Draco was in when they dueled on the rooftop. Faye's arm slowly pulled back and Draco could see the petrified look on his father's face.
Draco watched as his father's neck was skewered with the demonic blade.
"Hunted? By whom?" Ron asked.
"Requiem, the Kaborean mercenary organization, sent one of their top squads to kill the Malfoys. This squad's captain is my best friend-- Faye Thompson." Bunifa replied through sobs.
"Wait a minute!" Harry exclaimed. "Does that mean that Faye's a-"
"Yes. Faye is a Viev Kabora."
The Gryffindor common room was silent. Waves of fear and doubt flowed through the room's four inhabitants.
"They were also told to kill any and all Death Eaters that they came across. Faye killed Bellatrix Lestrange when she tried to shoot you."
"But why did she have a firearm in the first place? Aren't Death Eaters opposed to anything that has to do with Muggles?" Hermione asked.
"That's only something that the boss of Requiem knows, Herms," Bunifa said.
"Are you one of them? You certainly don't look like a Kabora." stated Ron.
"I'm human, but I'm employed there to gather information to help out the Black Squad (thats the squad that went to assassinate the Malfoys, Ron)" she replied. "Actually, Harry is going to go see them to get combat training over the summer."
"WHAT? Why didn't I hear about this?" Harry shouted.
"It was Dumbledore's idea. He didn't want you to know until you had to, for obvious reasons."
Harry thought for a second. Then he remembered what happened last year, how he let Voldemort into his mind. How Voldemort used that information to. . .
"Right. I understand" he said.
"My job right now is to stay with you until the Black Squad gets back to the U.S. That way, it'll look less suspicious. In the mean time, be on your guard, okay?" Bunifa said. She looked at Harry with a determined businesslike look.
"Alright," he said. They went upstairs to get their things.
"You. . .you MONSTER!" Draco shouted. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? I TRUSTED YOU!"
"Draco, calm down," Faye said softly. Draco's mouth shut without his consent. "Come with me. I'm not going to kill you; our organization has some use for someone with your talent." Draco rose to his feet and followed her down the corridor and down the stairs to the ballroom.
Faye hadn't been lying when she told his father about the danger in the ballroom. The floor was covered with corpses. Most of them were still completely in tact, but there were a few that almost made Draco sick to his stomach. That is, if he still had any control over his stomach.
Three male figures stood in the center of the room. They were all wearing cloaks covering their faces.
"Yo, Captain Rose! What's with the hostage?" said a muscular man. He looked about six feet tall.
"Hmph. It looks like the captain has found herself a pet," said a slender man who was taller than the first by a few inches.
"Arrow, if you don't shut up you'll get court marshelled--again," Faye said sternly.
"And as for your question, Inferno, I thought that Director Sonata might have some use for him." Draco assumed that the slender one was Arrow, and the bulky one was Inferno.
"I don't think she should have killed him. He's only sixteen or seventeen, right?" said a meek boy who looked about Draco's hight.
"Don't worry, Cat. I'm sure he will see things my way. Come on, Draco. We're going outside." Faye directed everyone to the entrance.
"So, did you slip him some sort of mind control potion, Captain?" the one called Cat asked.
"Actually, that's exactly right," Faye replied.
When they walked outside, Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Three large, demented looking horse like creatures stood impatiently outside chewing on pieces of steak. "Climb up, Draco. We're flying to the harbor on these thestrals." He climbed up, and she climbed behind him. Cat and Arrow got on one, and Inferno got on one by himself. Faye led the group as they lifted off and flew away from the mansion and Draco's old life.
Woah. this is really long. 0-0 What did I tell you, huh? Plot twist! D although if you were paying attention you should have guessed that Faye was a Kabora. P Reviews are always welcome, so tell me what you think about the crazy plot twist!