Chapter 20
Confrontation
The next day during their study break before lunch due to Snape's absence, the Roswellians cornered Rath. They dragged him into a dungeon to be alone and unheard.
"Filch isn't going to like you being in here." Rath said.
"Shut-up." Michael commanded. "You have information and we want it."
Rath smiled mischievously.
"You think this is funny?" Maria asked.
"Yup, and you, too." He turned toward Max and Michael. "If you had your memories, you would completely understand."
"Would we?" Max asked.
"Sure, Isabel's using her survival instincts."
"Isabel doesn't kill." Michael said raising his voice.
"Vilandra did."
"They are different people." Kyle added.
"You weren't there, he hurt her."
"Fine," Max said as he grabbed Rath by the shoulders and shoved him against a wall. "Explain it to us."
"Vilandra was seen both Kavar and Nicolas. She loved them both, but they were both using her for the same thing, your throne. Kavar got there first and threatened Nicolas to back off. He did leaving Vilandra alone to Kavar. That's when he used her and later killed her a long with the rest of yous. Before he was executed, she promised that she would get her revenge."
"But why side with Voldermort?" Liz asked.
"Maybe she has a plan." Rath said with a shrug.
"God, I wish I had a plan." Isabel whispered to herself as she played with her wand waiting for Voldermort to return with Lucius, Nicolas, and Lonnie. Other than telling Rath, she had no idea what to do. Would doing this make her a bad person? Movies and TV shows always warned people about revenge. But she had to do it, she had to stop him before he killed her or Max or anyone. But wasn't Voldermort planning to do the same thing?
"Lord Voldermort said you can go back to Hogwarts after this." Lucius announced.
Isabel wrinkled her brow showing her confusion. "What?"
"He admires you, you are beautiful and strong."
"Um, thank you."
Lonnie walked in and sat next to Isabel on the bed. "Yo, so you're in with us."
"Yeah."
"Wow, cause when V. told us, I was shocked. But seeing you and I are from the same person, go fig."
Isabel found it hard to understand Lonnie with her heavy accent and slang. "Yeah, I guess."
"You're too up tight, you need to relax, its all cool."
Isabel didn't want to answer, but Nicolas chose that time to walk in so she didn't have to. Isabel watched as Nicolas and Lonnie shared a look "Ready for some fun?" Nicolas asked as Voldermort walked in and closed the door behind him.
Voldermort was holding a large, dusty, leather bond book. He flipped it open and turned it around for the others to see. "It's power draining spell. We use an anchor that is close to him, to restrain him." He gestured to Isabel, "and a conduit, (Lonnie) to pull his power from him and into me. But he has too much power, so we will split it amongst everyone in the room."
Lonnie, Isabel, and Nicolas all looked surprised and wary at the dark wizard's generosity. Lucius caught their looks. "Of course you shall receive the largest amount?"
"No."
Everyone's eyes widened slightly.
"Isabel will."
Isabel felt as though she had been sucker punched. Lonnie glared at her, while Nicolas seemed as confused as Lucius.
"But master…"
"His power is mostly alien, it may harm me if I take too much."
"Why Isabel?" Nicolas asked.
"I trust her, and she has no real alliances."
"Her bro." Lonnie said.
"He isn't here, I am, and she spoke her wishes. So I will reward her."
Lonnie glared at her again.
"So how are we doing this?" Isabel asked in a cocky tone. "And when?"
Voldermort's eyes brightened at her tone. "We need a full moon, we have to wait until next week."
Isabel caught Lonnie and Nicolas' disappointed looks. "Okay, so do I need to prepare for this or anything?"
"You may want to mentally prepare, I have some books in the library you may want to read." Voldermort led Isabel out with Lucius following.
"Damn." Lonnie swore.
"Looks like she decided to tap into her manipulative side." Nicolas commented.
"Looks like, and here I was telling her I was the queen bitch."
"And if she doesn't?" Max asked. "What happens then?"
"No more Kavar."
"Would she really kill him?" Kyle asked.
"She was willing to kill Brody." Michael pointed out quietly.
"And Whitaker." Maria added as she slipped her hand into Michael's.
"But it was all self-defense." Max said.
"So is this." Rath pointed out. "Kavar's been threatening our lives since before we were born, why can't you see that. She has to do this."
"No."
"For you."
The room froze like time itself had stopped.
"Me?" Max asked after a very long minute.
"Kavar doesn't care about Lonnie, Michael, me, or Isabel. He want you, DEAD. That's it, you die, and he goes home with your head on a stick and defeats the rebels."
"Then why?"
"Why side with Voldermort? Max, you're more powerful than you know. Plus with the magic of this school Kavar needed a wizard's help; he doesn't understand this planet. Everyone is protected here."
"Why the kidnappings?" Maria asked.
"Voldermort pulls the strings, Kavar was biding his time till he could get to you. But V. hates K, so he's going to take him out."
Max shook his head, he was so confused and not sure what to think. "So what we just stand around and wait for them to kill Kavar?"
"What else are ya going to do?" Rath said as he finally pushed Max off him. "It's not like you can just burst in there. V will not let you in a second time." Kyle looked at the floor with a frown as the couples exchanged worried looks. "Just sit back and watch the show." Rath walked to the door. He spoke as he opened the door. "If ya all excuse me I have a date with a 5th year."
"Miss Granger, are you paying attention?"
Hermione's head popped up at Remus' voice.
"Yes, Professor."
Harry and Ron were worried that she was not getting enough sleep. She had spent all of her morning classes staring off into space. Thankfully tomorrow is Saturday; maybe she'll get some rest then.
Hermione's problem wasn't entirely from exhaustion. Half of it was due to a smart-mouthed hybrid from New York. She thought Michael was cute, but his twin, Rath was hot. She never liked bad boys before, but something about Rath made her blush. She knew neither Harry nor Ron would understand. To them he was as horrible as Draco. But he wasn't, was he?
The door banged open, Remus looked up with a steely glare. "You are supposed to be with Filch."
"Couldn't find 'im, thought I'd hang here for a while." Rath replied as he strolled further into the room. He caught Hermione's eye and winked. Her face turned pink and she stared down at her book.
"No, you cannot hang here, I am teaching a class."
Rath glanced at Hermione. "I'll behave, I promise, cross my heart." He sat down on the table on Hermione's book.
Ron and Harry looked annoyed as Hermione's blush turned from pink to magenta. The rest of the class stayed anxiously quiet. Remus waved his wand, muttered something under his breath, and Rath turned into a rat. Hermione quickly scooped him up.
"Not to worry, Miss Granger, he'll change back at the end of class."
Strangely enough Rath the rat sat quietly next to her book during the entire class. Remus assured her that he would change back in a matter of minutes. So she scooped him up and carried him to the Gryffindor tower. She took him up to her room and placed him on the bed as she changed her books.
Just as she turned her back, he began to change back. "Whoa," (thud) he said as he rolled off the bed. She smiled as she helped him sit up.
"Are you alright?" She asked as he sat against the bed.
He caught her brown eyes and smiled. He leaned toward her, while she simply looked at him. She caught him by surprise as she met his lips head on. She smelled like dusty, old books, but tasted warm. She raked her fingers over the back of his head. She felt a warm sparkling power flow between them, as his fingers combed her hair. He tasted metallic; no that was his lip ring. Just as she stretched her tongue out to lick it, Rath pulled away. He stared at her waiting for the catch, not understanding her actions.
"We should go to lunch." He whispered.
She wrinkled her brow, confused and hurt. "Okay." She stood and left him there with her books. He grabbed her stuff and ran after her.
Ron and Harry looked up as Hermione sat across from them. Both stopped chewing and stared mouths open.
"Thanks for the view, but I really don't want to know what you're eating." She told them.
Both swallowed. "Mione, your hair…" was all Harry could get out.
Hermione patted her hair. "What?"
"It's different." Ron said.
"And extreme." Harry added.
"And pink." Fred said smiling.