Disclaimer: lyrics belong to David Bowie and the characters to J.K. Rowling. The plot however is mine.

Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.
- Edward W. Howe


Look back in anger.

Draco stretched out on the bed. It was of no concern to him that this foolish woman had incurred the wrath of the sentinels. She should have kept her head down and then she would not be in this mess. Draco knew that Ginny would be angry with him for not interfering but what right had he to interfere? It was not his fault the woman was foolish. As he sipped his cocktail, Draco thought idly about Ginny. It had taken him a long time to convince her that he was not all bad despite his bad boy image. Said image had come in very handy when he tried to forge his career. He had been trawling Muggle London in the summer after the defeat of the dark lord when he had been accosted by a group of young girls convinced that he was a rock star. After a brief consultation with Tracy Davis, Draco decided that this rock star business was for him. All he needed was talent. It was well known amongst Slytherin house that Draco could not sing for toffee (although Draco had never understood why any one would want to sing for toffee). Draco was also excellent at potions. This lead to him brewing a talent potion. The result was Draco now had the most fantastic voice on earth and good looks to go with it. The result had been a record-breaking debut song that had shot to number one in all the music charts, four other number ones', and a quadruple platinum selling album. Draco was now trying to compose a follow to prove he was not a temporary success. This latest argument should provide him with some more material. He did however wonder where his girlfriend was.

Ginny and Hermione chose to walk to the ministry because it was only a few streets from Harry's flat. Hermione had had to resort to a full body bind to stop Harry coming with them. Ginny was still fuming from Draco's refusal to help.

As they strode through the halls, their footsteps echoed in the empty halls. Each witch was lost in her thoughts. Finally, they reached what appeared to be a small broom cupboard. As they slipped in, the corridor filled with a celestial light.

It took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the light. The room was painted entirely white. The celestial light appeared to be generated by the large cauldron that was humming. The cauldron was made from platinum as platinum has the highest melting point of any Muggle element. X has a higher melting point but is so volatile that it would blow up. Platinum also looks better.

At first glance, the caldron appeared to be an ordinary pensive. Closer inspection reveals that there are no memory within it there was only a golden liquid.

Hermione looked into the cauldron in awe, Ginny in contrast looked determined. Both witches stared into its depths intently. Slowly the liquid began to swirl gathering speed it created a vortex. From this vortex rose two ethereal figures. They seemed to tower of Hermione and Ginny. The first outline was that of an old woman. She was dressed in turn of the centaury clothes, her white hair piled high on her head. The second was slightly shorter and wore a long sleeveless robe.

"What do you seek daughters?" said the first form in an illusory voice that seemed to penetrate every molecule of the world.

"My lady Hecuba, we seek the knowledge to help our sister." Ginny replied in a trancelike voice.

"My daughter is in danger?" the second figure clamoured.

"Grave danger, the sentinels have come for her my lady Cassandra" Hermione responded in an equally trancelike tone.

The second figure began to wail. "Oh my daughter why did you not listen to me?" the figure cried.

The first form appeared to roll her eyes. "Daughters there is nothing you can do. The universe must always be in balance. If you prevent this from happening then you will destroy the magical thread that binds the universe. Do that and we shall all be eternally dammed to half-lives. My granddaughter is a strong woman. She will have to survive worse in her life. Think of it as her baptism of fire." She said as she sank back into the liquid.

The second figure nodded her assent reluctantly and sank into the liquid after the first form.

Ginny waited until they had exited the cupboard before she let rip. "She could DIE!" Ginny screamed "and no one cares. Oh, I am going to KILL Draco. He could call them off! What I am going to do to him when I get hold of him!" Ginny fumed.

Hermione looked at her anxiously. "You heard them, we cannot rescue her but no one said anything about helping her after they have left." Hermione placated.

"You genius!" Ginny cried hugging Hermione. "Lets go."

When they got to Alexandra's house, they saw that she had put up a good fight. Ginny's crystal ball lay in pieces where Alexandra had thrown it. The paintings were ripped, all the furniture smashed and Alexandra's books lay scattered, their pages torn out at random.

Alexandra was six foot in the air with a golden light enveloping her. One man stood underneath her. The second had hold of Tinker by the scruff of his neck. Tinker was doing his level best to escape. Fortunately, Hermione could not make out what he was saying. Otherwise, she might have deemed house elves capable of looking after them selves. However Ginny could lip read and she understood perfectly.

The two witches remained in their hiding spot for what felt like hours. Eventually the two sentinels disappeared. They were there one minute and simply gone the next. With out warning Ginny tore into the house, Hermione hot on her heels.


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