A/N: Hi there! Man, do I hate Hurricanes. I lost power for a whole week!. I live in south Mississippiand the eye of the hurricane came right through here. Anywho, I just wanted to say that and that this is where this story was supposed to end. Before the Hurricane hit, I had decided to discontinue the story once I reposted all the chapters I had rewritten. But over the week without power, I came up with a better ending than I originally had in mind. So the story will make it to the end, but I'm sorry to anounce, there will be no sequel. Enjoy!
These stories are good. I highly recommend them
"Time is all we have" by Fire slave (fiction Press)
"Join the ranks" by fire slave (fiction Press)
Anything by Fire Slave (Fiction Press)
"A Day to Remember" by Frosted-heart
"What she didn't notice" by Ernie Michelle
"Three Gryffindors and a baby" by Celeste
"Of immortals and demons" by aeolyn (fiction press)
"My love, my gang relation" by Tyr Raimeodo (fiction Press)
Anything by Tyr Raimeodo (fiction Press)
"Diary" by Ladysaint
"Slave for you" by Ladysaint
Anything by Ladysaint
Recap:
"I know, but it wasn't time. Harry Potter has to do it remember? Then, and only then, will our world be safe." Said Tyren
"I guess you're right. What are we going to do about Alira?"
"Keep her locked up for tonight. We'll send her to Azkaban in the morning. All we can do now is keep her away from the students."
"Do you think we will be seeing her again?" asked Rye
"We will. I can almost guarantee it." Answered Tyren
End Recap:
Chapter 28
Next steps to reality
McGonagall stood before the mass of students and parents. Between herself and the mourners were the three objects of mourning, Pansy Parkinson, Luke Hart and Isaac Cane. Each casket was closed, but not a person in the room didn't know who was inside each of them. The families of the deceased sat in the front most rows of chairs. Most of the females were in tears or crying heavily into their husbands' chests while the men just stared with grave faces.
"We gather here for the remembrance of these three fine young students. And as each person tells their story that we will hope for these three to have a happy after life. May your souls find peace in their ended suffering."
She paused as a particularly plump woman in the front row sobbed uncontrollably and ever so loudly.
"I remember each of these children entered this school. That was a fine year if I ever saw one. Each one was sorted ever so happily…Happily…Happy…That's always how I saw these three," a few people who had particularly detached expressions on their faces snorted. "Not a day went on without seeing them each smile."
This process of each person telling a small story about his or her loved one continued for a long time. It took them several hours to finish the segment of the funeral.
Everyone portkeyed to the first burial site. First was Pansy Parkinson. Amanda, McGonagall, and even Professor Vansire stood around Mr. Parkinson, Pansy's only family, as Pansy's casket was lowered into what seemed a bottomless pit.
When all respects had been payed, the most part of the mass moved on to the Cane Family Cemetery. Isaac had both his parents and all his aunts and uncles. Even grandparents. Isaac had been an only child. But his parents had most definitely not been.
The group remaining to grieve for Isaac was massive to say the least. The ones who continued on for Luke hart Portkeyed with heavy hearts to the muggles cemetery. Luke's mother was a muggle, therefore, explaining his burial in a muggle bone yard.
In the front of the Pack of Mourners was Luke's mother, father and two sisters. Emily, the youngest Hart child at the age of six, found the ordeal of Luke's death very traumatic. Luke had been her favorite person in the world, besides her Mum of course. Melody held her sister's small hand as they walked past other graves. (They had to portkey to a secluded place, Muggle filled area)
At this point in time, the wizarding children could see that Muggle funerals weren't that different from their own.
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"You filthy little pest!" said Voldemort to the many scurrying insects.
Voldemort walked the length of the hall, reaching his goal, the door of the other side, all along occasionally hearing a crunch.
He opened the door and gazed open the waiting followers. Voldemort took his seat at the head of the table.
"Well my faithful followers, it seems that Potter is at his weakest. Amanda and her 'immortal lover' are dead and the Vampire/Veela is in Azkaban. I'm sorry for your loss Parkinson, she was a loss to our cause as well."
"Your Apology is most highly appreciated, my lord."
Voldemort continued his plans to destroy his enemy, Potter.
Amanda prepared her bed for the night. She had bathed, alone to the protest of her mate, and finished all her nightly bedtime preparations she had just tucked herself in when she heard a knock on the door.
Amanda got out of her warm bed to answer the persistent knocking. She opened the door and in walked Jacob, followed by a beautiful Himalayan cat.
"Amanda, Kitten, Avi… Do you think you can get this thing away from me?" He said to his beloved
Amanda giggled at the little cat. The cat was rubbing its body on Frost's legs. Then the can propped its front paws on Frost's leg and sank its claws in deep.
"Ouch! Damn fur ball!" yelled Jacob
Jacob picked the cat up by the scruff of its neck and threw it across the room. The cat meowed loudly as it slid down the wall.
"Um...Jacob, babe, you do know that was Alira right?" said Amanda as she fought through her giggles.
"Oh, Shit" said Jacob lowly
Alira turned back into her human self and stared murderously at Jacob.
"Oh shit is right." Said Alira
Alira took a few dangerous steps towards Frost when he broke into a sprint in the opposite direction. Alira took the chance to catch him and beat him to a pulp on impulse.
"Come back you little Bugger!" screamed Alira
Amanda just stood there watching her fiancé be hunted down. She couldn't help but laugh as they ran all about her chambers. She completely forgot about sleep and was quite intrigued by the comedy before her.
Amanda's laughing signaled Jacob to notice a good place to duck and cover, behind Amanda. He ran behind her and took hold of her shoulders. Alira would try to go around but Jacob would turn himself and Amanda so they continuously faced Alira. Amanda continued to laugh and giggle.
Later on, Jacob could be seen sporting a bruising eye. Amanda played nurse by sitting in his lap and holding and ice pack to his face, while Jacob sat there with his arms around her waist.
Alira sat on the couch opposite the couple. They all stayed up to listen to Alira's adventured in her return to Hogwarts.
"So you traveled with this old lady to King's Cross and boarded the Hogwarts express. An this lady was a muggle on her way back to Scotland?" asked Jacob
"Yeah, she never shut up about 'going home to Scotland'" imitated Alira in a Scottish accent. "I then followed you up to the castle… and here I am"
"Oh, Okay…" replied Jacob
Amanda looked at the clock over her mantle.
"Oh! look at the time. I need some sleep. School tomorrow and all." Said Amanda
Oh, okay then…I'll see you later." Said Alira
"Can I stay with you tonight, Kitten?"
"Jacob, if you stayed, I wouldn't sleep a wink." Jacob gave her a pitiful puppy eyed face "…fine you can stay"
Jacob smiled like a child in a candy store.
And so Jacob crashed the night with Amanda, entailing that she got no sleep.
Alira tiptoed down the halls at a brisk pace to quickly get to her rooms just down the corridor and up a flight of stairs. She looked behind herself to check that nothing was awake and bumped into something rather solid.
"I'm so sorry. I should really watch where…"
She stopped as she gazed into the eyes of a Beautiful Blonde man. He held out a hand to her. She took it and hoisted herself up.
"Thanks…" said Alira
From her standing position, she could see his eyes were steely gray, normal for a Veela. His skin was a shade of Porcelain Alira had never seen before. He almost looked Albino, had it not been for his hair and eyes.
"Forgive me. I wasn't watching where I was going either…" Their eyes met again
Salen spoke again, breaking the silence.
"Where are my manners? I'm Salen and you are?"
"Alira Vextire"
"Alira…May I walk you to your rooms?"
"That would be splendid." Said Alira with a faint smile giving away the fact that she was quiet attracted to him, this Salen guy.
They walked together in silence. They stopped at the entrance to Alira's Chambers.
"Do you want to come in?" she asked
He walked over the threshold. In view was a fireplace, some overstuffed couches and an open door leading to a bedroom. Alira sat on one of the couches, puzzled as to who he might be.
"Sit down, please." Asked Alira
"Don't mind if I do." He said as he moved to sit next to the beautiful blonde girl.
"So…you teach here?" asked Alira
"Yeah, I'm the Divination Professor." Suddenly feeling week at having such a 'wimpy' post
"Really! That was my favorite subject, not my best but I preferred it over most others." Said Alira rather seductively
"Oh, really?" He was taking the bait. Alira reeled him in.
"Yeah, I enjoyed the future. I still do."
"Fascinating." Said Salen as he leaned in to place his lips upon her soft ones.
Salen was such an Expert at kissing… among other things. They spent the night pleasuring one another.
Flash back
"Oh, Salen! Please, don't stop." Moaned Alira as Salen Pumped himself into her
Salen only bit her collarbone in response. She moaned and raked her fingers along his spine. Salen teased her breast as he thrusted his manhood into her sensitive womanhood.
Alira's purrs rang in his acute hearing. He had guessed she was a Veela, but she showed strength of a Vampire.
He continued his quest down her body to her sweetest area. He looked up to her face and began his work. He swept his tongue over every inch he could reach inside her. He felt her coming, climaxing. He stopped and traveled back up her body, not before kissing a trail back.
He resumed his position over her and again pumped himself into her. She inevitably came a short time after as he came with her, each screaming out the other's name.
End flashback
Amanda sat in her normal seat next to Jacob. She leaned over the table to retrieve the salt when she saw the newest couple. Alira had a spoon in her hand and was spoon-feeding Salen. Amanda gagged when Salen placing Alira in his lap took this action further. Amanda elbowed Jacob in the ribs lightly to get his attention.
Alira stuffed the food into his mouth and ran her fingers through his now tossed about hair.
"Do you see them?" asked Amanda as she nodded her head towards the teacher's fiasco
Jacob looked over at the couple and almost choked on the food in his mouth. Amanda and Jacob tried to ignore them and failed miserably to not stare. They were caught staring.
"What are you looking at?" asked Salen maliciously
"My Brother snogging one of my best friends." Said Amanda with Annoyance written very clearly in her features.
Salen glared at Amanda, his sister, before moving to Jacob.
"And you are…?"
"I'm Jacob Vansire." Answered Jacob proudly.
"Vansire? Amanda is this that boy you always wrote I love Jacob in the corners of your essays about?" said Salen
"The one and only." Said Amanda Proudly
"You could have done better." Said Salen
"Excuse me?" said Jacob and Amanda together
"You heard me." Replied Salen
"For your information, Salen Vagus, Jacob is well qualified to be with me. He's loving, smart, and as Alira can tell you, funny. Don't you think for one minute that you can run my life or tell me who's no good for me!"
Salen shrunk back a bit as Amanda rose her voice much in the way that Mrs. Weasley would have to her children or her husband.
"Fine…Alira are you ready to go for a walk?" asked Salen
Salen walked around the castle with Alira to escape his younger sister's wrath.
"So you're Amanda's older brother? I would never have guessed she was part Veela." Said Alira as they roamed the castle.
"She's not, I am. My father was a Veela. I wasn't even meant to be born. It was a one-time thing with my parents and my mother raised me until I was three and Amanda was born. I took my mother's last name of Vagus after she died."
"Oh, so you're unrelated to Voldemort?"
"Yeah."