Last time: Nakasha just ignored her question. "You should probably start heading up to the common room again. Your beau is waiting for you, and starting to wonder if he should come down and check on your argument."
"You're creepy."
A smile actually graced her lips, sending delicate creases to appear across her cheeks. Despite all her black attire, when she smiled it was actually cheerful. "I know."
Chapter 3
He's so pathetic, if he keeps hitting on her like this he's never gonna get her. Draco had Ginny pressed against the stone wall with his body, his hands massaging her thighs. All this attention was returned with an awkward but effective punch in the face.
Boring…Nakasha continued down the hall to the window at the end. Seconds later she was falling, the ground came closer and closer, and with a very light thud she landed on her feet. Without so much as casting a shadow she made her way to the Forbidden Forest.
"Leave me alone Michael, I'm working on her." Suddenly she was visible, as was a tall hansom man with long white hair, piercing blue eyes, and tan skin.
"Awww… is little Nakasha getting upset? Going to throw another little tantrum? Destroy a few villages again?"
"Shut up! So I lost my temper… when I was five! Don't be a prick. Is that stupid werewolf here as well?"
"No."
"Good, I can't stand him. Fucking pervert."
"You curse a lot for a young lady."
"And I have to deal with a lot of political shit for a young lady as well. They balance each other out." Irritated and wanting to get to the point she turned to look at him. "Did you bring me something?"
"I see we're referring to them as things now."
"We are not doing anything. Now give it to me."
"Don't be so feisty, some think of your anxiety as a weakness. You can survive without it."
"Yes, but I would also rip your eyes out, over and over and over…"
"Whatever. Here." A large dark limp body appeared in his arms, which he tossed nonchalantly to her.
She hungrily knelt on the floor, the person's neck to her mouth. They stood there for a few minutes while she fed. Silence continued as Michael sat down on the floor across the small clearing from her.
Wiping her mouth she thanked him and tossed the person back to him. "Now, Nakasha, you naughty little girl this person won't live. I'll have to kill him."
"So?"
"That's what I like about you. You're so cruel and bloodthirsty." He looked at her brilliant eyes till he spoke again. "Now that you see I am trust worthy will you consent?"
She stared at him thinking, still licking the blood from between her teeth. "Fine, you've done how many services?"
"Four thousand within the past year, Love." She glared at him, but stood and held out her hand.
"Some would consider this a weakness of yours, don't you think?" Standing as well, he took her hand, pulling her in, and wrapping his arms around her.
"Yes, but I don't care. Now, come."
They walked through the wood for what seemed like hours to a human, course they were traveling with greater speed than any human could comprehend. They slowed as they're destination came within their view.
Nakasha took a second to look around the clearing. The trees were tall, their branches serving as a ceiling, there was an small alter across the clearing from her and two seats occupied on either side.
"You're on time. Amazing. Now, let's get this over with, I have business to attend to."
"Glad to see you care so much father."
"I'm here, that's enough." He expected no answer, having trained his daughter to shut up at the right times when in his presence.
His face, like the other attendant's, was not visible from underneath his hood.
"I don't wish to be wed with you wearing that." Michael stated looking her up and down.
"Does it really matter?" She said with malice. He traced a hand down her front, the threads moving, changing, shifting. The end result: a black dress with a corset bodice laced with inch wide red ribbon, the skirt belling out in a pool of black satin.
"Now, your hair." She sighed as his hand ran down the side of her face, her hair suddenly springing up into elegant curls pinned behind her head, with two straight bangs hanging to the sides of her face. Her lips were reddened to a dark cherry, her eyes no longer rimmed with messy black, but with strong swift lines going out into small designs on the sides of her eyes.
"Are you quite done? Besides look at you! You're just wearing slacks if you hadn't noticed."
"Does that bother you, Dear?"
"I couldn't care less! And stop being so damned affectionate!" Angrily she turned to the alter.
Yet another hooded figure stepped up to the alter from the trees, setting a smooth, blinding white statuette, on the alter.
Oh, fuck…
I heard that love. Michael looked down at her, an evil smirk on his face.
She glared back. "Let's just get this over with."
Harry sat in silence, attempting to go to sleep, but failing miserably. Damn Ginny… he couldn't stop thinking about her… and Dean making out. Why did he like her? She's his best mate's sister! Fuck! He couldn't take it anymore.
He got up as quietly as possible, slipping on his invisibility cloak. Dismissing the Fat Lady's questions, Harry dashed down the halls to the locker room.
Minutes later he was gliding above the lake, breathing in the crisp night air. The faster he flew the colder he felt, but it invigorated him. Soon he was nothing more than a strange blurry oval encircling the grounds.
Harry looked around in panic as he realized he was slowing down, without intending to. He sat nervously as his broom seemed to fly itself back down to about ten meters above the ground moving towards the Forbidden Forest. Soon he was skimming the trees, Thestrals jumping in and out of the trees, like dolphins in the ocean, all around him.
His broom stopped so fast and suddenly he almost slid off. But it was what was in front of him that held his attention. A figure was immerging from the trees, a mere meter in front of him.
"Now what is the little Potter doing out in the middle of the forest on a night like this? You shouldn't be outside. Especially right now. You don't know who's watching."
"Who are you?"
"Aren't we acting awfully big for someone so weak?"
"Nakasha."
"Good job. It only took you five minutes."
"What do you want."
"To warn you. You really shouldn't be out here. Especially tonight."
"And why is that?"
"Oh, well I can't tell you that. It would ruin the surprise."
Her face was suddenly lit as a cloud moved out of the path of the moon's rays. She looked elegant, beautiful.
"What are you wearing?"
"A dress. Are you really that stupid? And they expect you to defeat Voldemort. How obscene."
"Not many dare to speak his name. Why do you?"
"You're not the only one that's met him and survived. In fact. I've been in his presence for years and not once been in as bad a condition as you after speaking with him. Quite pathetic. Of course, him hurting me would make him a hypocrite. But that's only if he hurts me."
"What the hell does that mean?" Harry stared at her puzzled as she laughed.
"You really are stupid. You really should pay closer attention to those memories Dumbledore shows you."
"How—Who are you?"
"Why I am Nakasha. I am the mistake. The problem. The flaw." She reached her head to her neck. "And now the Queen of the Damned." She looked down suddenly saddened. "Good bye Potter. Sweet Dreams."
"What? WAIT! OW!" The wooden floor of his dormitory smacking him in the head was not what Harry was expecting. He turned over squinting in the sudden morning sunlight. He was hot and bothered, sweat covering his body. What the hell? Wasn't I just hovering above the Forbidden Forest? And what the hell was she talking about?
"What the fuck is that?" Draco asked pointing to a small silver design elegantly winding its way to the left side of her neck and down into her cleavage.
"A tattoo, now shut up Draco."
"Wait…I know what that is!"
"So how do you like Ginny's upper-cut?" She glared at him. Looking away in anger, Draco shut up, for a second.
"Pretty kinky actually."
"I wouldn't know, I didn't stick around." She noticed a slight smile across his face.
"She bites."
"That's great Draco. Now do shut up."
"Alright! Fuck." He looked back down at the homework assignment in front of him. "Oh crap."
"I thought I told you to shut up."
"Her stupid prat of a boyfriend is coming to yell at me again."
Nakasha looked up, having been irritated for the last time within the last twenty-four hours. She looked Dean in the face, turning his expression from determination to utter confusion as he passed their Library table at a much slower pace.
"What'd you do?"
"He forgot what he was doing."
"Thanks."
"I did it for me asshole."
"Aren't you a bucket of cheer." He leaned in closer, not having finished the 'conversation' they had had on her 'tattoo'. "So who is it?"
"Will you shut up? For more than a minute this time? And if you insist on talking, tell me you didn't fuck with her head."
"No, but I didn't make any progress either. That little bitch can kick, punch, bite, whatever. She can wiggle her way out of anything!"
"And let me guess, that only turns you on more? Am I right?"
"Hit the nail on the head."
"Great."
"Can I ask you one more question?"
"Well you just wasted it now didn't you?"
"Michael?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" A shrieking scream came from the next table as someone's ink pot shattered, sending ink and shattered glass in all directions.
An evil smile snaked its way across Draco's face. "Thanks for answering my question. You're replies aren't usually so amusing."
"If you tell anyone—"
"You'll rip off my testicles and feed them to my mum. Thanks, but I'm not retarded I know when to keep my mouth shut."
Glaring at him, Nakasha went back to her elementary homework.
"Nakasha?"
"Goddamn! Can't I do my homework in peace?" She turned around to find bright green eyes staring into hers. "What do you want Potter?"
"Aw… Nakasha. Potter? Really you could do better."
"Draco, if I ever go out with someone, it'll be someone I like."
"So you're never gonna date?"
Rolling her eyes, Nakasha turned her attention back to Harry. "Let's talk somewhere else." She stood and left the Library, she kept walking down one hall, then left, then right, then down some stairs, etc. , till Harry was quite confused as to where he was. "Alright. What do you want?"
"What the hell happened last night?"
"I wanted to show you to someone. Prove you're really as stupid as I say you are. Apparently I made it too quick."
"What? Everything you say just confuses me."
"That's because you're so stupid. Can't even get descent marks. "
"How would you know what grades I get?"
"You'd be surprised at what people know about you."
"What the hell? Okay… whatever. How do you know about the memories that Dumbledore's been showing me?"
"Pssh! Who do you think helped him get them? I, of all people, know where those people are."
"How?"
"Can't tell you that."
"Right. Um, why would Voldemort be a hypocrite if he hurt you?"
"Can't tell you that."
"Can you answer any of my questions?"
"Yes. I can explain how you woke up in your room this morning, when you thought you were in the middle of the forest in the middle of the night. I put you into a dreamless sleep, and guided your body back to your dormitory. So when you woke up you immediately started thinking about what you thought was just happening, so you rolled off your bed and onto the floor."
"And that's another thing—"
"I'm good at Legimency, when you get good enough, like Snape said, it's like reading a book. And when you get really good, you can tell what the person is thinking that very instant, what they're seeing, what's being engraved into their short term memory, long term memory, whatever."
Harry just stared at her as all this information was settling into his head. Nakasha said nothing, allowing him that time.
"Okay," he said slowly, "How were you in Voldemort's presence for years? Are you the daughter of a Death Eater? I don't get that."
"No. Death Eater's are stupid petty slaves of Voldemort and I would kill myself if I were ever related to one."
"Right, and the first question?"
"I can't answer. Now I think I've answered enough questions, and I see that you have failed to get any more even though you've had all day."
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