Disclaimer: The extract belongs to Philip Pullman and everything else belongs to J.K Rowling.
Chapter eight
Professor Dumbledore was sitting on a chair at his desk, looking at two apprehensive members of staff.
"When are they going to get here Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Right about...Now." He answered and sure enough five more occupants arrived Fred, George, Moody, Tonks and Lupin.
"Sorry we're late Albus," Tonks said, knocking over a gold thingy as she walked towards a seat.
"It is quite all right my dear."
"So what news do you have?" McGonagall asked.
"Well me and Fred have a report on the Hellmouth," George said.
"Yes of course do tell us," Professor Snape pronounced emerging from the shadows.
"Well at first nothing happened but then we found our selves in an ally," Fred told the eager audience.
"And seven vampires jumped us," George said.
"We were losing when four women jumped out. And staked the vampires," Fred finished.
"Really did they say anything to you?" Remus Lupin said.
"Yeah they said that they worked for The Watchers Council a detective agency," They replied simultaneously.
"Oh dear that is not good," Dumbledore said showing no fear in his voice, although he spoke of a terrible matter.
"What? Why is that bad?" Asked the twins.
"Do you think it has something to do with what the sorting hat was telling us," McGonagall said warily.
"Why? What did the hat say?" Alictore Moody asked.
"It said.'Beware of the dark creatures made from a dark sole to be in league with them is to be in league with power greater than the darkest angels and hearts they will betray you' The hat never lies," Dumbledore finished
"Who are these dark creatures?" Fred said.
"I think they must be the slayer. I was never aware the slayer existed or the details on her, there is a myth of something evil living on the Hellmouth the slayer must be it. All I know is she is said to be a girl with great power no one ever said her power was evil but the hat NEVER lies." Dumbledore answered.
"I think the hat thought we may have teamed up with her. Which would mean Voldemort would be getting information right from the source." Moody said darkly.
"Do you really think she is working for Voldemort?" Snape asked.
Everyone nodded grimly they felt very sure the slayer was on Voldemort's side.
"Well then you must tell the ministry at once, get someone over to the Hellmouth," Moody said.
"Yes of course. Would you hold on one second please," The old headmaster requested.
He stood up and walked over to the fire, where he threw in some green dust. Dumbledore got onto his knees and stuck his head inside the flames. After about seven minutes he appeared from the ashes and dust.
"Well it seems Scrimgeour already new of the slayer, in fact last night he sent out some of his best auras."
"What happened?" Snape asked.
"They were stopped by a slayer and The Key."
"What's The Key? And a slayer?" Remus asked.
"Well The key is an evil mystical force built to open dimensions. Up until a few years back it was none corporeal, but then some corrupted monks made it human gave it false memories and sent it to the slayer for protection."
"What did the minister want with The Key?" Said George.
"The Key would have information about slayers as she is sister to one. But also to destroy it, it is evil. Although one of the slayers stopped the auras."
Everyone looked at Dumbledore blankly.
"Ah yes I forgot to say why there are now more than one slayer. Last year a very powerful witch (who once tried to end the world,) performed a spell. It activated all the potential slayers and made them slayers. This is a grave time indeed we now not only have Voldemort against us, but an army of slayers."
Draco Malfoy was tired; he was sitting in one of the strait backed chairs in the Slytherin common room every so often glancing out the window. It was past midnight and most occupants of the castle were tucked away in bed (With or without someone else)
He desperately wanted to close his eyes but new he couldn't he had done everything he could to stay awake eaten huge portions of sweets, drunk a little fire whisky and moved down from his soft bed to the uncomfortable wooden chairs.
Just then he heard a soft tapping on the window. Moving towards it he could see the shadow of his bulky older brother Ray Malfoy standing outside it. How Ray had gotten into the castle grounds was beyond him.
Draco softly opened the portrait hole and clambered out; he turned left down the hallway and slipped behind a statue soundlessly. Behind the cold marble statue was a passage he stumbled along it until he reached a knot of branches, pushing them aside he tumbled out into the fresh open air of the grounds and his brothers scowling face.
"What took you so long?" Ray hissed.
"I wasn't long mate I only took around five minutes," Draco said.
"Right well how's the project going?" Ray asked.
"Which one?" Draco replied.
"Both the projects," Ray sighed.
"The one with that girl is going fine I'll have her very soon and the one for You know who is going it's non of you're business,"
"Of course it's my business! I can't do the bloody ritual until you get this other thing done! Any way there's someone I want you to meet," Ray thrust the rigid from of Kaiya Cooper into Draco's line of vision.
"Kaiya here is going to help you with you're task. Her part doesn't come in yet but when it does she'll be very useful," Ray grinned manically.
Draco recognised the preety Gryffindor from the year below him and from the summer, he faintly remembered seeing the back of her head firmly attached to Rays, there lips working fiercely.
"Right so we're all clear on what you have to do?" Ray growled. Draco nodded weakly, he suddenly felt very old much older than Ray he felt so tired and wary he started to close his eyes but Rays voice was back boring into his brain.
"Now be a gentleman and take Kayia into the castle."
Ray threw Kaiya towards Draco, who caught her when he looked up Ray was gone. Kaiya looked at Draco fearfully but Draco just sighed and ushered her into the passageway.
Extract from Northern lights.
By Philip Pullman.
Roger's body lay still in her arms. She let him down gently.
"And we'll do it," she said.
She turned away. Behind them lay pain and death and fear; ahead of them lay doubt, and danger, and fathomless mysteries. But they weren't alone.
So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked towards the sun, and walked into the sky.