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Author Note: Someone said that this story looks quiet similar to someone else's his or her story, but I must confess that I have never read or heard of it. This story comes directly from my intellectual orbit which is a mess. Maybe there's some unknown power working here, hihi. Anyway on with the story….

Secrets

Ginny sighed, casting her eyes down; not sure what to do. Nuitari has left her and she didn't know when he will come back. Hence, she didn't even know where he went to, but that will leave her here alone anyway. Did she really feel attractive to him? No, out of the question. He maybe has used me, but that's it! Besides he's the Dark Lord's son and he will never be capable of loving someone. Ginny shook her head. She went to one of the armchairs and made herself comfortable. Her eyes where fixed on the dancing fire in the hearth.

"His castle?" I wonder how much power he got anyway, to own such a great castle? Oh, God, maybe he will be the next Dark Lord after Harry has taken down Voldemort. Her mind was racing with thoughts that made her feel tight. She stood up and walked to the entrance he had shown her when he left. It was a spiral staircase and when she was at the top, she walked in a dark room. But soon as she stepped every candelabras lit up. This room was much different, because everything has been decorated in red and gold.

When she saw these colours it reminded her back to the Gryffindor Common room. And she fell right at home. With tears in her eyes, she made her way to the centre of the room and looked around. Every wall in this chamber was packed with books. Books from all around the world, from all seize and colours. Hermione would be thrilled when I tell her this. If I see them ever again. When she put her hands on the backside of these books and stepped slowly besides it, they felt old and powerful. Until one book caught her eye. It had a scarlet cover and the title was engraved with pure gold.

She looked much in surprise when she read the title which was entitled with "Courage and Honour by Goderic Gryffindor. She almost dropped the book in awe. He has a book by Gryffindor? Now the curiosity took his toll. Ginny put the book back on the desk where she has found it and went back to the bookcases; in search for other unknown powerful books. After several hours, she has found rather very rare books and placed it all on the desk. During her search party, she wasn't aware of two set of eyes watching her. Ginny was climbing one of the bookcases because she couldn't find a ladder for reaching a book that interested her. Until a trilled yelp scared her to death and fell. Some books has followed her to the floor and landed on her head.

She turned around, rubbed her head and stared in to set of eyes which stared right back at her. Ginny froze. She looked right in the eye of a Phoenix. The creature trilled a note and flew back on its perch, next to the desk. So much of a chock, she got up and looked at it. She has seen a Phoenix before, Fawkes is his name but this Phoenix was much different. It wasn't scarlet like all Phoenixes should be but this one was black except its tail fathers which were silver along with its wings and it had crystal blue eyes. Ginny smiled. Beautiful…

She stepped closer to it and patted it on his head until she heard a growl behind her. She slowly turned around and saw a large dog, or was it a wolf, approaching. This creature's fur was black too but his eyes where yellowish. The Phoenix shrieked a note and the dog or wolf backed off and sat down on his rear. Ginny, not sure what to do, stepped gradually behind the desk and sat down. Keeping her eyes on the animals. She took the first book that was on top of the stack. It had a dark green cover and the title was engraved with silver. When she flipped open the book, she couldn't read it. That's strange. I've never see this writing before. Mmmm. She looked through the book until the last page when she saw a name. Surprisingly to her this riddle was solved. This books belongs too Salazar Slytherin and it is most likely written in Parseltongue. She put the book aside and took another one.

Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours but Ginny wasn't bored at all. When she got frustrated, the Phoenix next to her sang a soft note which made her better and the dog like wolf had curled up before her feet. When her eyes got tired from all that reading, she sat back a caressed the spot behind the dog's ear. But then suddenly she saw a piece of parchment lying on the floor by the fallen books. Ginny got up followed by the dog and took the paper of the floor. It came from a black book with no title and picked it up. She sat down in Indian style and opened the book. Bits and pieces of parchment were falling down on her lap. She looked closer and came to the conclusion that it was written in several different languages.

Some of them were in Latin, others in Greek and some in Italian, Spanish and in English. Ginny took one parchment which she thinks it was written in Spanish and tried to read.

Yo que te quiero tanto, que voy a hacer?

Me dejaste...me dejaste como una paloma

El alma se me fue; se me fue el Corazon

Ya no tengo ganas de vivir porque no te puedo convencer

Que no te vendas, Tom

Selena…

She had no idea what was written, but she thought this was addressed to Tom who she knew perfectly well who this person was. Could this woman, Selena be the mother of Nuitari? She shook her head. Don't make theories about something you don't know, Ginny. There are many men with the name Tom. She put the parchment back in the book until she saw an English text. She took it read when her eyes winced in chock. She read it several times over and over, but still she couldn't belief it. This is the weapon were they all talked about, the one they hid in the Department of Mysteries. The one Voldemort was after? But wait a second… something isn't right, it's different. After her fourth year, when she and her friends went back home, Harry told them about the prophesy and why he was "the one". They promised each other not to tell anyone. But this one was different.

The ones with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approach . . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . . and the Dark Lord will mark them as his equal, but they will have power the Dark Lord knows not . . . and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . . .
Verano MCMLXXVIII una predicción del niño de la luna

It was written in plural, and that puzzled her. Now she questioned herself which one was the real prediction and who made this prediction? And what means that inscription at the bottom of the text. Ginny started to get a headache, put the prophesy back in the book and placed it on the desk. The Phoenix landed on her shoulder singing a soft tune while she patted the bird on its chest.

"It seems you have met my friends." A cold and monotone voice spoke up. Ginny startled out of her reveries and looked right in the eyes of none other than Nuitari.

"Night?" She yelped. He made his way to the desk and the Phoenix jumped from Ginny to Nuitari's shoulder. He patted it and looked back at her than to his desk. Ginny blushed because his desk was a mess. It was loaded with lots of books which she took from the cases. She muttered an excuse to him but he didn't listen instead he saw the black book and took it.

"So, was it interested?" he said showing the book. Ginny gulped in silence and nodded. He waited for an explanation and she took a deep breath.

"Euh, most of the things were in different languages which I couldn't read." He looked at her. She knew she couldn't lie to him and she didn't want any trouble with him either. "But, there was something I could read and… I… knew already about that." She cast her eyes down, waiting for the worse. Nuitari looked confused for a minute, opened the book and saw what she meant.

"I see." His voice was low. "I wouldn't have expected anything else from you. Besides you are friends with Harry Potter." He put the paper back in the book and placed it away. Ginny was quiet and a bit afraid. But as naughty she was, she stood up and faced him.

"Who made that prediction?" Her eyes were steady, no sign of fear. Night turned around, his face was like a statue showing no emotions.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because it's a bit different than the one I heard from my friend." He didn't make a sound and neither did she. They were only staring at each other. The Phoenix on Night's shoulder shifted and took his place back on the perch.

"That's why they are prophetic. They mean to confuse the person." Ginny sighed. She had the urge to hit the man in the face, but instead of that she turned around casting her back to him. She mumbled something about 'nobody tells me anything' under her breath. Night smirked wickedly, stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around her. Ginny startled, feeling his warm breath next to her right ear.

"This prediction was made eighteen years again," his voice was low and scary, "On the night of the red moon, summer nineteen seventy-eight by my mother." Ginny fought back, but he didn't let her go.

"That's impossible."

"No, it's not."

"But… How can two persons do the same prediction?" Ginny asked.

"Only the Universe knows." He turned her around so he could watch her face. "The only thing I care about is that man makes their own destiny not some words. Keep that in mind, Ginny." He let her go. Ginny was shaking but when the bird sang her song again, everything was alright. Nuitari stood near the window, looking outside when the dog came standing next to him.

"Nice Phoenix. I've never seen anyone of that colour before."

"Her name is Dranzer and she has been in the family so long she can remember." He said without looking at her. "And this is Shadow, he's a wolf." He caressed the wolf on the head.

"Did you tell him about the prophesy?" Ginny asked after a few minutes. He shook his head.

"Thank God, no!" he said coolly. Ginny frowned.

"Maybe you should have done it." She said evenly. Nuitari looked at her.

"Why?"

"Then someone's Godfather would be still alive, if you have done it. Now this person is heart broken." She screamed at him. Night sighed and stepped away from the window.

"This is war, Ginny. It happens all the time. People die." He told her stonily.

"Why do people fight anyway?" She whispered. It is true, this second war has begun and she's feeling more and more depressed with the minute. Fearing for the lives of her parents and brothers. She couldn't live with that thought.

"Perhaps the meaning of human existence lies within their will to fight. People feel a sense of accomplishment through battle, and it's also a fact that the one actually fighting are never perceived as being tainted" he replied. Ginny was looking down to her shoes while Nuitari stepped over to her. Her eyes were blood-shot, but she refused to cry.

"Why can't there be peace? Why?" She spoke softly. Nuitari's hand lifted her chin up and looked in her eyes.

"Peace is only the result of wars." He said monotone. Ginny eyes narrowed, looked away from him and stepped back.

"It's easy for you to say, isn't it? You are the Dark Lord's son; you don't have any problem with it. You don't need to face those people who lost their families; you don't need to carry their burden. Because your life is perfect!" she yelled. Her face turned red. "You are just like your father, a murderer." She stared back at him. Something has changed in him, she could tell. Did she make him realise something?

Nuitari didn't know what to say. Was it true, what she said? Was his life perfect? He shook his head and looked down at his hands. It wasn't his fault. He had lived a happy life before… before his mother died. Then he made a promise to himself, something he never had done before. "I can't atone for my sins, but I hope these hands can calm the souls of those I've killed and the anger of their families"

Ginny looked up in surprise. He was still staring at his hands; she was lost for words until he dropped his hands down and looked straight at her. "But I will fight. There's nothing I can do but keep on fighting. And it doesn't matter to me when I die." With that he left the room in fashion closely followed by Shadow. Her mouth dropped open and sighed. She rubbed her eyes, wiping away the tears and went after him.

She found him in his armchair next to the hearth, staring into space. He was frustrated, she could tell because she felt a powerful aura in the room. He ignored her when she came closer.

"I'm… sorry." She said. He looked at her casual.

"Whatever." Was the only thing and the last word he said.


Three days passed by and neither of them said anything to each other. Ginny has spent more time in the library then with Nuitari who disappeared from tome to time. The rare books that she has found were very interested and she was bored at all but she missed her family a lot. Every night she cried because she was stuck here and there wasn't a way out. Nuitari wasn't a big help either. Mostly he ignored her or stared at her like she was the enemy of the state. But the worst part was that she had to stay in these quarters all the time. She liked to commit murder just to see the sky outside and breathe the fresh air. If she had her wand, she would have done it. But besides all that, life couldn't get any worse.

It wasn't his day. Snape was on the edge of exploding but kept himself straight. He wouldn't let the other Death-Eaters know that he is furious. First Longbottom let his cauldron explode and destroyed almost half the classroom and Dumbledore told him that he doesn't had any solution yet for his problem. Yep, it was gonna be a great day. The Dark Lord didn't look very pleased either. Oh, a few heads will roll today and I hope it isn't mine. Snape took a deep breathe. Everyone on the room was quiet and the only thing you heard was the wind outside.

Voldemort was about to speak when suddenly the door opened and Nuitari stepped in. The Death-Eaters around the door backed off immediately while the others stared at him in surprise, mixed with some curiosity. Snape was amazed too along with Malfoy who looked at the newcomer and back to Voldemort. So, the boy let him self know. Not bad. Snape looked at the boy or should he say young man.

Nuitari has decided he would leave his cape back in his quarter and only dressed in a black leather pants and a white shirt. His black combat shoes didn't make any sound when he came closer to the circle. His eyes checked everyone in the room and most of the Death-Eaters were more interested in his diagonal scar between his eyes then the rest of his outfit. Snape was baffled when the man passed him. Who is he? Night made his way up to his father.

"For a quiet boy, you put on quite a show." Voldemort smirked evilly looking at him. Night didn't say anything except standing next to him and scanned over the swarm of Death-Eaters. Voldemort looked back at his crowd and stood up. "I summoned you all here because the time has come for us to show that old fool of a Dumbledore that we are not to mess with!" He spat, playing with his wand. "And that boy of a Potter, the saviour, will not stand in my way!"

Everyone nodded in agreement while he continued: "The time has come that the world belongs to us!" Voldemort checked everyone in the circle to see if everyone agrees. Nuitari did the same, why? He didn't know.

"Now lets us come down to business. Macnair! If I remember correctly you were responsible for bringing me the Giants, right?" The one eyed Death-Eater stepped forwards and bowed for his Master.

"Yes, My Lord, I have. I have hid them in the mountain range somewhere in Scotland."

"Good. I want them here. Can you do that?" Voldemort hissed.

"Anything for you, My Lord." Macnair bowed again and stepped back in the circle. The Dark Lord was pleased hearing this. The Giants were very strong and of course huge. An army of those creatures, he could smash Dumbledore right on spot. He smiled to himself. Snape noticed it and grimaced. It's possible to be psychotically happy and morbid as hell at the same time? Snape asked himself. Voldemort snapped back to his followers. He narrowed his eyes and called for somebody who everybody thought this person was gone or dead.

"Karkaroff! My friend, step forwards." A person stepped forwards to the circle and the others let him trough. This person was shaking when he bowed. "Now, tell me how the businesses are going with the Vampires. Do they join?" His voice low and dangerous. Karkaroff didn't answer directly, but gulped instead. "Well?" Voldemort spat.

"They… they won't join us, sir." His voice was a whisper. The Dark Lord arched an eyebrow and stepped closer.

"Are you telling me… you failed?" Voldemort hissed.

The former headmaster of Durmstrang nodded. "Yes, sir."

Voldemort kicked the man who felt backwards on his back, looking his master in fear. He took out his want and pointed at the fallen Death-Eater. Everyone took a step back from the duo, watching the scene in horror.

"I do not like to repeat myself, because it's bad for my health," he screeched, stepping closer to him, "but like I said before, I don't tolerate any failure!" Karkaroff crawled backwards, away from his master. Voldemort massed his temple, still fixed on the figure before him.

"I'm getting a little tired of using the same curse all the time. I think I might try fire for a change." Voldemort pointed his wand to him.

"My Lord! You still need me! Please!" Karkaroff begged.

"Incendio!" fire shoot out of his wand and caught immediately fire on the man's robes. The fire grew and soon the man was covered with fire, consuming everything. Karkaroff screamed, still begging to his master to undo this. Nobody took a step because nobody dared.

"No, Igor, you're history. Have the good grace to die with some fucking dignity." Voldemort bellowed. "Nobody helps him or you're next to scream in pain." He eyed everyone. Then suddenly the fire went out like somebody has blown it away. The man was heavily burned but still alive. Voldemort saw it and looked to one person who was capable of it: Nuitari. The Dark Lord was fuming. Nuitari hand caught fire which was the fire that covered the man and blew it away. Both eyes met each other.

"What's the meaning of this?" Voldemort spoke but not in English, in Parseltongue. Everyone in the room flinched of that sound, even Snape.

"Don't you just admire my ability? Besides, you can still use him." Nuitari replied coolly. The Death-Eaters were surprised. The sweat broke out of Snape, his mind was racing. He couldn't believe this. He knew only two persons who could speak Parselmouth. His master and Potter. But him? Things are getting weirder and weirder these days.

"A fool like that. He's useless!"

"Maybe. Let him live with his burns, what greater punishment is that besides death?" Night hissed. Voldemort narrowed his eyes to slits.

"After this meeting, you and I will have a chat." He ordered to his son. Nuitari didn't argue. The Dark Lord turned around, facing his Death-Eater again. Karkaroff was puffing on the floor and the stench was unbearable. "You two!" he indicated two lower Death-Eater. "Take him away!" The two obeyed, took Karkaroff of the floor and dragged him away out of the room. Voldemort went back to his chair and sat down. Not glancing to his son.

"Snape. I presume you have the parchment."

"Not yet, sir." Snape bowed. His master looked aghast.

"Why is that that I am surrounded with imbeciles!" he roared.

"My Lord," Snape continued, "I almost have all the names, but I need more time. Dumbledore do trust me and I don't want to raise a suspicion, just for that, sir." Snape did anything to defend himself from death or even the Cruciatus Curse. He wasn't in the mood right now. Voldemort rumbled and looked at him, his eyes penetrating his mind.

"I'll give you some time and if don't have it by the next meeting, Snape, remember this; you may wake up one day and find yourself extinct. Do I make my self clear?" Snape nodded in agreement and stepped back.

"By our next meeting we will go over our plan that I have in mind. Until then, I want every one of you well rested and ready. If you will not show up, you can arrange your own death. Is that clear!" he shushed. Everybody bowed and left the room. The last one closed the door behind him, leaving the room with only two residents; Voldemort and Nuitari.

Voldemort stood up and with a swift movement; he turned around and hit Nuitari on his jaw. Startled by surprise and not fast enough to dodge it, he fell on his side. A line of blood ran down his lips when he looked up at his father.

"Who the hell is in charge here!" he bellowed to his son, casting the pain Curse on him. Nuitari's head snapped back from the hit and gritted his teeth for not making a sound. Voldemort lifted the Curse, knelt besides him and seized his neck with his bony fingers.

"I'm in charge here, do you understand? If I want that man to suffer death then so be it. Don't. Ever. Interfere. Again!" Voldemort spat. Nuitari was having a hard time to breathe but there was always a place for a smile. He released him from the grip and stared at him.

"Wipe that grin off your face?" Voldemort hissed. Nuitari kept on smiling and slowly stood up to be on eye level with his father.

"A man once said to me 'Death smiles at us all, only thing a man can do is smile back'" Night replied, grinning. Voldemort stepped closer, pointing his wand to his face.

"I hope that man had smiled his own death." He snarled. Nuitari wiped the blood away without making a face.

"You must know, father, he was Salazar Slytherin." Night's eyes turned from lavender to crimson. His father kept his mouth shut.

"If you are so smart, why don't make yourself useful?" Voldemort said, lowering his wand. Nuitari's eyes were still glowing with anger.

"You don't have the right to give me orders. Not now, not ever." Night replied steadily, his eyes went back to normal. "I will gladly respect you if you do the same for me or I'll kick you out."

"If you do that, boy, I will kill you. Mark my words. Son or not. I'll kill you." Voldemort argued. Nuitari passed him and made his way to the door. The Dark Lord followed him with his gaze. If he was still a human being, his face was probably red from fury.

"You don't have the skill to kill me." With that, Nuitari left the room.


The castle was quiet besides the constant howling of the winds through the corridors. The gargoyles seem to be moving now and then, casting eerie shadows over the property and inside the castle. But that won't silence the whispers. The sinister voices which creeps up to your spine leading you to places which you don't want to be. Creating turmoil in your mind with insanity and death. Even if this was producing a few goose bumps on one's back, Snape didn't pay much attention to it. His only goal was to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

It was like time stood still here. Every turn that the Potion Master took, lead him back where he started. Starting to get annoyed, Snape stopped to think. He was standing in a large hallway. Looking around, he saw neither paintings nor other things like furniture. The torches and candelabras were covered with cobwebs and the only light came from Snape's wand. There was only one way; the path that's leading before him and the on behind him. Thinking fast, he took the one leading straight before him. Suddenly, when he narrowed his eyes, Snape saw someone standing near the passageway.

The Potion Master came to a halt. The person stepped out of the shadow and stepped forwards. Snape's breathe got stuck in his throat when he saw the man in front of him. His lavender eyes scanning the ex- Death-Eater, when he stood a few inches away from him.

"Got lost?" Nuitari said coldly. Snape's face made a mask.

"What do you want?" Snape asked him.

"Nothing." Night took a step closer and removed the mask from the man. Snape not sure what to do, took a step back, his eyes gazing towards his scar between the young man's eyes. Night was examining the man's face with interest, staring right in the Snape's eyes. "You don't have much time, I presume."

Snape nodded. Night took again a step closer. Their noses were just a few inches away from each other. Snape gazed in those eyes. They had an unusual colour, he had to admit.

"I know who you are, Snape." His icy voice hissed under his breathes. "Voldemort maybe be blind, but I'm not. Trust me." Snape flinched hearing that name, but not only that. This brat defiantly knew now who he was. This is the end…Snape thought. Nuitari took a step back, giving the man some breathing space. "But not the worry. I won't tell." He teased him.

Nuitari gave back his mask and sighed. The shadows around them were shifting and with one swift movement of his hand, the shadows disappeared instantly. That amazed Snape totally. The light of the half moon shined through the dusty windows making the room more visible.

"Who are you?" Snape asked in a low voice. He feared this person more that The Dark Lord will ever be. Not by appearance, because the boy was good looking, but by his eyes. Great Merlin, even by his voice. The light of the moon danced on the boy's hair, giving a dark purple glow.

"Nobody special. Besides, you wouldn't like the answers anyway." Night said. "I will say one thing to you; use an illusion charm on the parchment. That will take the bait." Nuitari eyed him one last time before he turned around and left the hallway. Snape was flabbergasted. Was he helping him? No. Not a changed in the world. But he did it anyway. He took a long breathe and made his way out of this maze.


Ginny laid awake in bed, all by herself. She couldn't sleep even if she wanted to, her body refused it. She was thinking lately about the situation of being stuck here. But her mind wandered back to her family and friends. In silence she wept. She pulled the covers more over her shoulder while lying on her side. More and more she was feeling desperate to escape this place, to run away from him. Nuitari. Little by little she had second thoughts about him. Not that she liked him, but… she felt attractive towards him. He hardly speaks on many occasions, but if he did he was nice to her.

He wasn't so bad, that's because she not no anything about him. He doesn't speak about his family or his past. But it doesn't matter to her. She only wanted to go home. Ginny sighed and rolled over to her other side. The window was open when she looked at it and she could see the moon a bit. Darkness. She hasn't seen the sun in many days. Ginny wondered if the sun is still there. And if it is, she wished to see it. Another tear rolled down her cheek when she squeezed her eyes shut. A chill came from the door, and then she could hear some footsteps in the other room. Ginny sat up, pulling the covers along with her. Fixing her eyes on the door which gradually opened by someone. When Ginny saw who it was, she sighed a relief. Nuitari's dark figure moved through the chamber and stopped by his side of the bed.

Ginny watched him when he got undressed and saw then two parallel scars on his shoulder blisters. She hasn't seen it before, but what did it matter? She closed her eyes until a soft hand caressed her back which started to get goose bumps under his touch. She opened her eyes and saw Nuitari besides her. He pushed her down and he kissed her neck line while going up. His hand stroked her jaw while going down to her chest and her navel. Ginny didn't protest. One side of her felt happy that he joined her and the other part wanted him to go away and leave her alone.

Nuitari slowly crawled on top of her, kissing her lips asking for access. Her arms were wrapped around his back, tracing one of his scars on his shoulder blister with her finger. His hand was caressing her breast which made her groan. He wanted to go further, but she pushed him back.

"Wait." She asked. Nuitari looked at her in confusion and annoyance. "I want something in return." Ginny said looking in his eyes.

"You want something from me?" he said, looking down at her.

"Yes. If you do that for me then I will give myself to you." She didn't know if her plan would work, but seeing him struggling she learned in and kissed him on the lips to speed things up. "Yes, you have my word." Nuitari was stunned. He had some inner battles, but seeing her lying there beneath him he will give her something she wants.

"What may that be?" He asked.

"I want to write a letter to my parents. To tell them that I'm ok. Please." She answered him quickly.

"You can write them tomorrow, but your letter must be restricted." He eyed her seriously.

"I will. Thank you." Deep inside her she was smiling, but she didn't mind what he will do to her because she knew he wouldn't hurt her for any special raison. She pulled him closer and kissed him, gaining him access to explore her mouth. His hand went down between her legs while he was kissing her fiercely. She moaned between breathes when he entered her. Her finger nails dug in his back which made him groan and kissed her jaw. Her legs embraced his waist while he kissed her neck. She was breathing hard, every time when he thrust in her.

This was much more then the first time they made love. The first time she was more resisted against it, making it more painful. But now, it was more… interesting. And like she had said, she would give herself all night even if it was against her will. But one thing was for sure; she will stand her ground and she will survive.


I hope you liked this chapter and the story so far. And we still have a long route to go. The next chapter will be post some time later because I'm going on a vacation in Germany. Has anyone read that quote from Gladiator, I just love that quote. There're many quotes hidden in my story, just wanna let you know…

Until then…

Next chapter: Ginny writes her letter, she will find out who Nuitari really is and tries to escape….

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