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A/N: the song in the last chapter was from Within Temptation, so all rights are from them ok. On with the story, enjoy!
Going Home.
One salty tear. What different did it made? One single tear rolled down from his cheek. Just one. He wasn't crying, he never will. The sun has just set behind the maintains, so far away a normal eye couldn't see. Nuitari felt the darkness merge around him, when the tear touched the ground. He closed his lavender eyes and seized his inner havoc.
You will never be alone. There's always a piece of me with you, never forget that, Nuitari.
The soft fabric of a long feather which he held in his hand, glowed slightly in the dark. He caressed its white silver surface when the wind pulled it up, tearing it away from his hand. The feather danced around him and he followed it when the wind took it higher and higher into the darkened sky. Night looked up, shielding his eyes from the wind with his hands until a lightning strike flashed through the clouds.
Never fear yourself and when you think you can't handle thing right anymore, look up and I will smile down upon you.
Something fast was falling down from the sky which was illuminated by several lightning strikes without thunders or any sound. The silver glow got his eyes and Night took a step back when it penetrated in the ground before him. He knew it would happen when he looked down at the object. A pregnant moment. He stepped towards it, extending his hand and touched the hilt of an extremely deadly looking silver-bladed Katana. Nuitari pulled it out with a swift movement and held it before him, staring at the sword with respect.
With great power comes great responsibility which makes Justice a meaningless word.
The sound of the blade echoed in the night. Nuitari gazed at the unbreakable piece of steel before him. Making swift movements with the blade's agility, the Japanese inscription glowed slowly which made the blade more deadly.
Know yourself, in heart and in mind
Feeling the heaviness in his hand, Nuitari sighed and stared into space. Do I know myself? Even with this blade, can I protect people even if I can't protect myself? Letting out a long breath, he looked up into the sky.
"I wish you were here, Ginny. Every second of this day, I feel like dying. It's tearing me apart!" he whispered to the night. "But I swear," His eye colour changed, "I'll show the world something they have never seen before." With that he put the sword away and stared back into the distance.
(A/N: Dark Nuitari, hihi, the fun gets started! Wiiiii)
Earlier that day
A very startled Ginny jumped out of the bad and looked wildly around. For a minute there she thought that Voldemort had her in his grasp, but when her eyes focused she saw that Night was watching her from the corner. She was relieved. Memories came back and made her shiver, still she felt a bit ashamed of what has happened. She gave herself away of not listening to him.
Nuitari walked towards her, his face was a blank mask. Whatever he was angry or not, she didn't know but she held her ground.
"I told you to stay inside these walls." He started, his voice was stern.
"I know, but I'm fed up with this." She replied.
He narrowed his eyes and growled. Ginny was surprised when he turned away. She wanted to say something, apologise or the like, but she held her tongue. She knew she was stubborn as well as he was and she always bite back which made him irritated. She has to admit, she was good and she showed a small smile.
When she looked down, she realised that she slept with her clothes on. Nuitari has his back cast to her and she felt that she needed to do something. Ginny placed her hand on his right shoulder, forcing him to turn back. When she looked in his lavender eyes, she took a deep breath.
"I want to thank you—" she was interrupted because Night had placed his finger on her lips.
"Shhh, the next time I'll not be around, and then you have to face it all alone." He removed his finger away. "You have to face your own fears, Ginny, or nobody will." She nodded. He took a step back.
"Why are you saying this?" She asked him while he faced her again when a mischievous smile was seen on his face.
"Because I have nothing else better to do."
She narrowed her eyes. "Bastard."
"I know."
He stepped away from her and she followed him in the main room. He sat down in his favourite chair near the fireplace and took a book from the table. She was quite confused, not knowing what to do, so she took the other chair opposite him.
Silent.
She took her letter from one of her inner pockets and reread it again. Nuitari watched her over his book. She was so beautiful that he couldn't keep his eyes away from her. Sure, he made love with her, but it wasn't her at all. He only made love with her body, not her soul. Needless to say, she made him calm and serene which confused him. Something he never had felt before.
He knew it anyway. Sorcerers could feel one's emotions and pain which led many to there downfall. Carried away by emotions. Death. But being in love with her (he couldn't admit it yet) made him complete. Still, he refused to believe it which will lead to consequences in the future.
When he focused back on her, he saw a small tear falling down her cheek and felt emotionally attracted, but he waved it away. The night was still young, but the birds started to sing already which made him sighed desperately. He placed his book back on the table, stood up and walked towards the hearth. Ginny saw his movement and looked up, rubbing away her tears. Nuitari couldn't allow himself getting an emotional breakdown because of her.
He groaned silently. Above the hearth on the board, there was a small rectangle box which he opened carefully and took a large piece of wood. A wand. Her wand. He sighed again making a decision. Something he will regret. Ginny couldn't see what was going on over there because he was standing with his back towards her. She wanted to stand up to take a closer look when Night turned around facing her. Ginny stopped in her tracks, eyeing him. Until her eyes felt on a large peace of wood in his hands. A familiar one.
"That's… that's my wand." She said, completely lost.
Nuitari nodded. Ginny didn't know what to say, she thought she had lost her wand during the attack. She looked at him in awe.
In Nuitari's eyes, this moment was priceless. She was yawning at him like a fish on the dry. He smirked, playing with the wand between his fingers. She just stood there while he toyed with her wand. Ginny was about to say something but Nuitari interrupted.
"I know how you feels, being trapped in here without love or friendship. That's why I… I will return your wand and I hope you will forgive me for what I did to you."
Ginny nodded.
"You think that I'm a murderer, like my father and I am because I've killed people, but like I have said before I'll atone for my sins," he continued, looking down. Ginny was quiet. She was astounded as well. It's like she was seeing a whole other person before her, the one behind the shell of coolness and sanguinary. The sensitive one. What am I thinking, he doesn't care… Or does he? He took a step closer.
"I never mean to do those things to you and I'm sorry that I hurt you. I hope you can forgive me, but if you can't; I can live with that." With that he gave her wand. Ginny looked at him in disbelief. Should she forgive him? Maybe later, she thought. She took the wand from his hand and gave it a firm grip. But something was wrong. She couldn't feel the magic from it. This is strange? It feels just like plane wood. The red haired girl stared back at him, waiting for an explanation.
"I can't feel it… What's wrong?" She asked him.
"Don't worry, just gave me a second." He whispered. He closed his eyes and after a minute of concentration Nuitari chanted.
"Powers of witches rise,
Come to her across the skies.
Return her magic, give it back
All that was taken from the attack."
After the charm ended, Ginny felt warm. It was tinkling her skin and she saw that she was glowing. Ginny panicked a bit, but somehow she trusted him.
"What's happening?"
"I took away the block that was holding back your magic. I'm sorry."
That was something new. After this new found sensation, Ginny indeed felt her magic again from her wand and around her. She nodded her thanks. The Weasley girl closed her eyes and sighed. Still doubting if she would forgive hem or not. First he has to prove himself if he is worth forgiving.
There was a moment of silent.
Until she has found her voice again and said: "I don't know if I forgive you or not, but… you're still is his son and… I don't know." She sighed. "If you indeed do something nice and stop killing people… than maybe I can forgive you."
"And maybe others as well." He murmured. Ginny didn't catch that.
"But," she continued, "I want to thank you for giving back my wand and magic."
"Your welcome."
Ginny tried out some low levitation charms, just to see if everything was back in place while Nuitari sat back down in his chair in staring into the distance. When he looked back up and when their eyes met, he stood back up and walked towards her. With her wand in her hand she felt a bit saver but didn't dare to attack him. Besides he was a bloody Sorcerer, as he claimed to be.
"This is hard for me, Ginny, you know that. I will take away the pain that I inflicted on you so… I will let you go."
She was stunned to the bone. He let me go? He let me go?
"I can go home?" She asked him carefully, swallowing slowly.
"Yes, as much I hate it, yes you can go home."
She could read the pain in his face, the struggle inside of him. But why? So many questions and so less given answers. But he will let her go. Somehow she was happy, to see her friends again, her family, even that slimy git of a potion professor, why the hell she cares. But she was going home. Ginny wanted to jumped and hug him, but resisted the temptation. She put away her wand and wiped her tears away; tears of joy.
"Thank you, Night. But how do I get home?"
Nuitari laughed while shaking his head.
"You can't." he blurred it out.
"What! But…" Ginny shrieked. Is he joking? Night waved his hand before her, getting her attention.
"I'll bring you." He said matter of flatly. She looked surprised, but nodded in agreement.
After a half an hour, she was dressed back in her Hogwarts garments. Her hair was tired in a ponytail and her wand was packed in one of her pockets. She did a check up to see if she didn't forget something and made her way toward the main room. She didn't see Nuitari in the room but saw that the doors of the balcony were open.
He was standing near the railing, watching the moon. She made her move and coughed. He turned his head toward her.
"You're ready?"
"Yes." She replied. He nodded and stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her. Her body tensed from his touch while he pulled her closer.
"Thrust me." He said in her ear. Ginny took a deep breathe and let him do.
Nuitari spread his wings slowly and it embraced the both of them. Ginny felt the soft fabric of the black wing against her back and he pulled her closer. Slowly they lifted into the sky. When she looked around her, she saw the castle getting smaller. It wasn't like flying as if a bird will do, but more like gliding on the wind. They were flying pretty fast because she saw the land below her flashing away. She closed her eyes, feeling the wind caressing her skin and the warmth of his wings kept her save.
Suddenly they slowed down and descended slowly, she opened her eyes. She saw the ground coming fast upon then when Night lifted his wings like a bird. They landed softly on the wet grass near the lake. Nuitari let her go and folded his wings. From the change of altitude she felt a bit dizzy and she steadied herself by holding his arm. In the distance she saw the magnificent castle of Hogwarts and she smiled. I'm home.
The moon she left back at his castle was the same which shined down upon them, here in Scotland. She looked at him and wanted to thank him, but he wasn't looking at her but at the castle. There was a shine in his eyes she didn't saw before.
"Night?"
"Mmmm." He replied, looking back at her. He let her hand go and took a step back.
"Thank you." She smiled at him and he nodded back. But she took a step towards him and caressed his cheek while looking in his eyes.
"Why do you no come with me and leave him." She referred 'him' with Voldemort but he knew what she meant. He took her hand away from his cheek.
"I can't. You belong to the Light. I belong to the Dark. Nothing can change that."
"But—"
"They're coming."
Voiced could be heard in the distance when she looked behind her. The ward around Hogwarts must have trigged the security and now the entire staff was coming towards them. When Ginny looked back at the man next to her, she realised he was gone. She turned around and saw him moving away.
"Nuitari!" she shouted. He turned around; his wings were unfolded and stared back at her. Somehow inside her made her apprehend that he wasn't that bad at all and now he was moving away from her. Like an angel fleeing back to heaven.
"When will I see you again?" She asked him, almost pleading. With the light of the moon it made him look like a divine creature that crashed down upon the earth. The Staff was getting closer to the spot where they stood.
"Someday Ginny. God knows." With that he disappeared into the shadows.
"Miss Weasley, is that you?" A male voice asked.
She gave back the reply and more voices come out of the blue. Happy voices, those she has longed to hear again. After some spoken words, Ginny was guided back to the castle. She gave a last peek over her shoulder and saw in the sky a little black spot that could be only one person. It was Nuitari who was returning home.
Present
Nuitari closed his eyes at that mere memory. It was hard for him to let her go and it will be even harder for him to forget her. Now with the war in sight, he will do what ever it takes to win her back, even if he needed to go through the dark. But she will be the light beaken, an anchor for him to hold on. That was what a Sorcerer need, a place where there mind can be put to rest.
The storm has ended and the night sky lightened up. His crimson eyes were still staring into space thinking about her until he shook his head, clearing his mind. There were some unfinished business to attempt too and he will make it right.
A wicked smile appeared on his lips when he walked back into the castle. He was the son of the Dark Lord anyway, so using this title he will change this course of action. He will join his father in his crusade and show Ginny that nobody could mess with him or anyone.
This was Nuitari's goal; to fool everyone. And he will succeed. With all the memories from the past and the future at his feet, nobody would dare to stop him. Not even Voldemort. And besides he was the one who knows the real enemy and it wasn't Voldemort. And it was about time the show got started.
That smile never faded away from his face.
TBC
Waow, this took a long time to post, sorry about that but with my school work and all, I hadn't had much time to write. And besides I'm a bit pissed off with my teachers. I really could kill them; maybe I asked Night if he would like to do that. :)
The next chapter is full of Dark intentions and a lot of Dark Nuitari….
Anyone wondering who this real treat/enemy is? I'm not going to tell, you just have to find out.
And I want to thank every one who reviewed, but I need more. It's fuel for my soul, so please review!
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