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A/N: Happy Easter and let us go find the bunnies and eggs.


Night Quest

Ginny felt cold after Nuitari has disappeared. It was strange towards her because she has never felt this way. And now he was gone; and she wanted him back. Just for his company. What the heck, what I am thinking? When the staff found her near the lake, hey have guided her back to the castle and straight to the Infirmary. She stripped of her clothes and lied in one of the bed when Madame Pomfrey examined her. But still she felt cold, not the cold from the wind or ice, but the coldness of losing someone. When the nurse went back into her office, Ginny stared at the ceiling; lost in her own thoughts.

She didn't even notice that the Headmaster was watching her, until he cleared his voice and Ginny startled out of her daydreaming.

"Professor Dumbledore?" She said bewildered. The old man chuckled a bit when he came closer to her bed.

"I'm much relieved to see you again, Miss Weasley. Alive and well." He said smiling. Ginny returned the favour of smiling to him.

"Me too, Professor." She looked back up and sighed. The old Headmaster sat down on one of the chairs and pulled out a little sack.

"Lemon Drops?" he asked, showing the bag. Ginny laughed and shook her head.

"Pity, oh and by the way, thanks for the letter." He said, his eyes twinkling. Ginny frowned, until it hit her. She knew that the Headmaster would understand what she wrote, unless anyone else. She sat straighter in her bed and looked at her hand which was folded on her lap.

"So, you know what Sorcerers are, Professor?" She asked him curious. He nodded.

"A little bit of what was written in books. Didn't he tell you anything?" he asked her. Ginny cast her eyes down while she spoke.

"A bit I guess. Not much. He had wings and didn't use a wand."

"That's correct. Sorcerers are masters in wandless magic and mind control. Histories said that Sorcerers were the first magical creatures, besides Dragons, that walked the Earth, Miss Weasley. After that, Magic made its way through other beings like humans. Like you and me." He explained.

"So, that's why Muggles came at the idea of Angels, right?" She asked him.

"Yes, indeed. In the beginning, Muggles and 'Angels' have lived together, to help each other. But all beautiful tales has to end sometimes, isn't it?" Dumbledore sighed.

"What happened?"

"That's the question, Miss Weasley." He said smiling. "So tell me about this young man?" Ginny frowned at him. Should she tell him or not. She wasn't sure telling him that Nuitari is the son of the Dark Lord. That will create havoc, even if it is Dumbledore. She looked at him wanted to say something, but than not. The Headmaster at the other hand waited for her answer and when none came, he looked in her eyes. Ginny felt something when she watched him. He didn't blink; he was just like a statue. And that worried her.

"Professor?" She whispered. The old man blinked and shook his head.

"Very interested indeed." Ginny looked confused and then she gasped. He just looked into my mind. Seeing the Headmaster shook his head, she lied back in the bed.

"What's wrong, sir?"

"He has cast a very strong Mind Shield around you, Ginny. Seems to me he don't want be known. Would you tell me, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny was stunned, wondering when Night did that to her. Somehow she was relieved that no one could peek into her mind, but at the other hand she was a bit afraid of why he did that. Maybe it was for the best that no one know of what happened these days.

"I think I can't, Professor. It just that I—"

"It's ok." Dumbledore said, "But you know, my door is always open if you need something." With that he stood up and made his way to the door. "But nevertheless, some knowledge are better stay hidden than be told. Good day, Miss Weasley."

"Such a weirdo." She murmured. When the door was closed, Madame Pomfrey came back from her office to give her a colourful potion.

"What's that?" Ginny asked her. The nurse looked her in the eyes while speaking.

"Just a basic contraceptive potion." Ginny gulped. "Do not worry, nothing is wrong, which worried me. Anyway, drink up." The nurse ordered. Ginny drank the potion empty and gave it back. It didn't taste funny, actually it was lemon flavoured.

"Madame Pomfrey?" She asked, getting her attention. "Would you mind not telling my mother or any of my family about this?"

The nurse sighed and gave her a straight answer. "No, but I hope you will tell you parents about that. Now, you rest and I will see you in the morning." Ginny nodded and tucked under the blankets while the nurse went back to her office.

She didn't sleep right away, instead she thought about a dark haired someone. I wonder what he is doing now. She was very happy that she is back home and in the morning she would see her family and friends again. She smiled but it faded as quickly as it came. She turned around in her bed and took a deep breathe. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. The last thing she saw was his 'caring' lavender eyes.


The streets were filthy and the stank was agonizing. It wasn't that hard because leftovers of food and dustbins were gathered all over the place. But this didn't mean anything for the black cloaked man who was walking towards the street. Cars flashed by, people were shouting to each other; well it was normal here in the back street of down town Los Angeles.

The man pace was calm and steady, ignoring the looks of the people when he passed them. He was wearing a black trench coat, a leader coat to be precisely. With other word to make it easy for you readers, he was dressed in Goth style, except for the make-up. Besides that, this person was normal, almost.

He crossed the street and walked in to a Night Bar called 'Necropolis'. The interior of the entrance was quite a sight. Everything was decorated in dark red furniture and draperies. The dark haired man walked and descended the small stairs. At the bottom of the stair, a large man was standing guard. The dark haired man hurried down the stairs until a guard hold him a reversed tarot card. The man didn't need to pause but kept on going.

"A rat in a dress." He said without stopping. The guard huffed and let him through. The most people would try to look through the card to guess what is on the other side. But it is much easier if you read the mind of the one who's holding it, because he was the one who saw it. The man smiled and walked into the bar. (AN: recognise this, it's from Constantine)

Metal music was the treat of tonight's menu, and many people were dancing towards it. He looked around and saw some beings watching him, but he ignored their silver/golden eyes. The dance floor was crowded but when he passed through it, they made way. Whispers and low voices reached his eyes but kept on going, his Crimson eyes taking every note. He wasn't very tense, but he was cautious around these creatures even if they didn't dare to attack him.

He found the staircase the one he was looking for which will lead him to his destination. His trench coat was billowing behind which will make even Snape jealous. There were some guard in the corridor when he reached them, but with one look in the eyes they left without harm. The dark haired man arrived at the door and opened, revealing a semi dark room. He closed it behind him until a voice stopped in.

"You keep amazing me every time, Nuitari, finding your way up here. I wonder which potion you drink every morning." The voice was smooth in a common sense.

"It's in my nature, Darcia." The dark haired man said better known as Nuitari or Nathan Riddle. The speaker revealed himself. He came from a dark corner near the oversized window and seated himself in his chair behind the desk opposite Nuitari. The man was also dressed in black, in a modern Victorian style. His dark long hair covered most of his face when he watched at his new visitor.

"So, what bring you here in the out skirt of this city?" He asked.

"Business, nothing more." Night replied while walking closer to the desk and seated himself in one of the chairs. His crimson eyes never leaving his.

"I see that you haven't changed over the years, except maybe your hair colour. When was the last time we saw each other?" he asked amused.

"In 133 BC, the invasion of Gaul. That's beside the point. I'm here to make a deal with you." Night hissed impatiently. Darcia smiled, two identical fangs of two inches long were exposed.

"Alright, but let me make something clear; I do not join any Dark Lord or the like, understand?" The Vampire whispered. Night smirked, looking him in the eye while the shadows were moving in the room.

"I already figured that one out, Darcia." He shifted. "I just want your loyalty, that's all." Darcia frowned, sitting back in his chair. He put his hands together, his pale blue eyes scanning the man before him. While doing that he looked around to see that the shadows in his room has stopped moving and smiled.

"And why would you asked that of an old Vampire like me?"

"You know what I'm talking about," he said with a low voice, leaning closer, "the real treat has yet to come and I could use your help. You are one of the Elders and besides when it happens you will be damaged too. So what do you say?"

"What do I get in return, Nuitari? Not a feather I hope." Darcia said, standing up and he walked cat like to the window. Night followed him with his eyes, sitting back in his seat. When no answer came, Darcia turned around a face the youth before him. He arched an eyebrow for his expression. "Well?"

"My blood." Was all he said. Darcia was stunned but regained his posture.

"I can't and I won't." Now it was Nuitari who was taken aback, but then he laughed.

"You gotta be kidding me, a Vampire who refuses to take blood. That's understatement of the year." Darcia narrowed his eyes dangerously and hissed.

" Umfalat poskani krat kodobranku, chahaz kalinka paskoldzo!" (You would understand this, if your blood were pure) Nuitari narrowed his eyes by his tone of his voice. The shadows shifted again and his eyes glowed.

"My blood is pure, Darcia and imagine this when it flows through your system. It's a one chance only." Night hissed. His eyes went back to normal, which means crimson. Darcia eyed him critical and growled. Night sneered and stood up. He slowly walked over where the Vampire stood and gave a pat on the shoulder. Darcia's hair covered his entire face.

"You would be much stronger then you already are, and with power you will gain through my blood, my friend. Take it and enjoy." Nuitari said gently. Every vampire knew what this meant when you take to blood of a powerful being then yourself. While doing that, the Drinker will be bond with the Giver even if this person isn't a Vampire. Darcia was thinking hard, because it was a one way deal. He wouldn't gain anything except the power. He opened his eyes.

"You're evil." He whispered.

"I know."

They stared at each other more then a few minutes. Nuitari was his calm self, besides he would never fear a Vampire or the like. They were weaker than him, but it wouldn't say that they weren't smart. No, Vampire a very ambitious; what they want, they will get. Night watched the older Vampire who was still struggling. He smirked slightly, never let his guard down. Until Darcia stroked his cheek with brotherly love, Nuitari knew that he made his decision. Darcia pulled him closer to an embrace. Night knew it would hurt, but he trusted Darcia. Dealing with Vampires was very dangerous and Karkaroff learned that the hard way.

Darcia exposed his fangs and let it sank in the youth soft neck. He felt the boy twitched under his hold, but that happened with everyone. The warm liquid ran into his mouth and it filled him with strength. Memories flashed by, knowledge of Magic became his and all he wanted was more, so he sucked harder. His entire body felt the power rising in him which changed his eyes and which made him fell younger. Until something told him to stop.

Nuitari felt the teeth penetrating his skin and the pain he could feel was all over his body. Even a fool would figure it out that his blood was taken away; it made him feel weaker with the moment. Night clenched his teeth together when Darcia sucked harder and his legs started to twitch. The dark haired man tried the breath normally, but it became hollow and harder to do. He could hear his own heartbeat growing weaker until Darcia pushed him away.

Nuitari stumbled to the floor, clenching his neck with his right hand and laughed. Until he lied dawn on the cold floor, gasping for air. He saw that Darcia was staring at him with his new found eyes. The man was actually glowing. The youth smiled at him.

"This is—"

"Yeah, I know. No words can describe it." Night replied, groaning from the pain. "Praise the Lord that I'm still alive, the way you suck, no wonder anybody survives it."

"Lying on the floor and still making jokes, I don't understand you, Night." Darcia said walking over to the still figure on the ground.

"Nobody does." Nuitari came back up, still clenching his neck. With his free hand he made a swift movement and he suddenly bathed in blue light. He took away his hand and felt that his wound was healed and his strength came back, but still he felt a bit dizzy. Darcia whistled in astonishment.

"Sorcerers are rare creatures indeed. C'mon, let me help you." Nuitari took his hand and pulled himself up with his aid.

"And I'm happy to be one." Night said, stretching his neck. Darcia shook his head and smiled. There was a soft knock on the door and a man came in, a Vampire.

"Monsieur, l'invité sont arrivés et ils attendent votre présent."

"Je serai là dans une minute." Darcia replied in French, waving the man away.

"Still prefer speaking French?" Night asked him curiously. Darcia smiled.

"I love speaking French, besides my guest has arrived. If you want to you can stay. To night is the 'Blood Rain'." The Vampire told him. Nuitari shook his head, declining.

"As much if I loved too, but I rather come out of this bar in black clothes then red. Besides I have lots of thing to do." Night said, making his way to the door.

The 'Blood Rain' is a situation when vampires danced to the hypnotizing music and when the climax came at hand, the DJ let it rain. Blood comes then from the ceiling and all the dancers got covered. This got played several times in one night. ( AN: like in the Blade movie)

"Ah, c'mon, you liked the Blood Rain like a child who gets a candy." Darcia pleaded, following him to the door.

"That was the past. These are different times. I really need to go." He opened the door and stepped through.

"To a certain red haired girl."

Nuitari stopped in his tracks and turned around, eyes flashing. Darcia smirked and stepped passed him.

"Admit that you need one, Nuitari. You denied it for all these years and you know that Sorcerers need one and like I see it, she's perfect."

"Since when did you become my adviser?" Night hissed, continuing walking.

"Since today." Darcia winked at him. Night waved it away and disappeared together with him in the staircase.


Ginny was fully awake when her family came through the Infirmary doors. Her mother, Molly Weasley was the first person who gave her daughter a bear hug.

"Oh, Ginny I was so worried, I'm so glad your back." She said, kissing her daughter. After she let go of her, her father came up and gave her a hug and soon the entire Weasley clan gave her a big welcome cuddle. But one person wouldn't let her go.

"Euhm, Ron can you let go of me. I'm not going anywhere this time." Ginny pleaded. Ronald Weasley had embraced his sister in such a position that she couldn't hardly breathe.

"No."

"C'mon, Ron! Let go!" Ginny almost lost her temper. I need to settle back a bit. Well I should thank Nuitari for that. She sighed and pushed her brother away. The rest of the clan laughed, until she gave them a severe glare. Ron let her sister go and took a step back.

"Sorry, Gin, but I really missed you and 'Moine and Harry too. I—"

"It's ok, Ron. I all missed you too. Every minute I was there, I thought only of my family and friends. I much I needed you all." Ginny gave a weak smile, knowing that she was crying. Her mother's eyes were covered by tears as well,… hell, even her father was blinking a tear away.

"But now," She continued, "I back and I will never leave again. I won't." She cast her eyes down. Everyone nodded in agreement and together they gave Ginny a group hug. I'm sorry, Nuitari, from now on I will stay with my family. I've missed them to much. But I hope we will see each other again soon.

When Madam Pomfrey declared Ginny from the Hospital, she and her brother Ron made there way to the Gryffindor Common Room. Nothing has yet changed and besides that it was still a few month of the new school year. Ron told her already everything what happened during her absent. She couldn't wait to see her friend again. But before all that, she panicked.

It was her OWL-year.

Ron needed rather a few minutes; let's say thirty, to calm her down. While she screamed 'bloody murder' to someone who went by the name of Nuitari, Ron had frowned. After her tantrum Ginny calmed down and they made their way to the Tower.

When they passed The Fat Lady, Ginny was tackled by Hermione and Harry. She hugged them back with passion before they settled themselves on the couch. Ron took the liberty to take the chair near the hearth. There were a few moments of silent which Ginny took to observe her friends.

Hermione looked more mature than the last time see saw her. She became a bit taller and she was at least bigger than herself. Harry at the other hand was good looking as ever. Ginny was holding her breath when she studied him. He was taller than her brother in some sense. His hair was untamed as ever, but his eyes were brighter than normal or was it perhaps because she was back? His eyes were locked on hers and she looked away, blushing. She till had some feeling for him.

It was Ron who broke the silent. "So Gin, what happened back there?" So Ginny began to tell her story from the beginning to the end, leaving the most intimate parts out like making love with Nuitari and the counter with Voldemort. When she was finished, Ginny took a deep breathe and faced her friends again.

"You were great, standing your ground like that." Hermione said, hugging her friend.

"I know, but I was afraid." She replied. Ron frowned before he asked his question.

"Tell me sis, who is this Nuitari guy?" Ginny winced, hearing his name. She couldn't really tell them who he is, left alone his identity. She just sighed and gave them a simple explanation.

"He's the one who took custody of me."

"So, he took you prison?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Yes and no. He gave me the run of the place as long I didn't step out of the quarters." She said, looking at her friends. Ron still couldn't accept it and shrugged.

"Honestly Ron," Hermione chimed in, "if she said that the man didn't do anything to her then for God sake accept it." She glared at him.

Ron shook his head. "Still if I come across with this guy I'll give him a piece of my mind. Mark my words." Somehow he was angry, Ginny could tell. Ginny looked at Hermione and gave her a silent 'thank you'.

"Anyway," Harry said, "I for instants, am glad you're save. And belief me; if you need anything, just asked, ok?" Ginny blinked, suddenly realised what he had said and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Harry blushed as well as she did.

"Thank you, Harry. All of you." She turned to everyone. She had tears in her eyes and somewhere deep inside of her, a familiar feeling was raising again. The very same feeling she had when she was in love with him, with Harry.


Nuitari landed softly on the battlements of his castle. After the nice little chat with Darcia, he flew over the Atlantic for almost two hours. Even on a super speed, Night felt a bit worn-out. He folded his wings and made it disappear. When he looked around he saw something that caught his eyes.

"So, the reinforcements have arrived."

Near the castle, there were some huge shadows moving in the darkness, which could only mean that the Giants have taken their little spot. At the other side of the castle, hooded figured were gliding through the night. Night could feel their cold presents when he observed them. After Voldemort has freed the remaining DE in Azkaban, some Dementors have joined his little club. Nuitari sighed and walked in.

Nuitari walked on until two double doors crossed his path which leaded him to Voldemort. He let his magic go wild and the door banged open. People who were standing near the door were pushed away and the meeting came to a stop. Night stepped into the room with ease and surveyed his surrounding. Voldemort red eyes followed every move when his 'son' came closer.

"What business brings you here, boy?" Voldemort hissed angry, because nobody dared to disturbed his meeting.

Night kept his pace, looking everyone in the eye. Until he saw some death bodies on the floor before him. Some were wearing DE clothes, some regular wizard's garments. Night arched an eyebrow. "After all these killings and dead bodies, I think we should hold a party." Night was amused, unlike the Dark Lord himself.

Voldemort growled. "What do you want? I presume that you didn't burst into the place for a little chat, are we?"

Nuitari stepped over the bodies and came nose to nose with his father. "Not at all. I came here to join you, if that's alright with you?" Voldemort looked like Christmas came earlier then expected and stared in his son eyes. The other followers of the Dark Lord were curious about who he is, besides Snape who was trembling with fear. If this boy or man would join the Lord, the Order would be in great danger. Nobody was stronger than a Sorcerer. But did Voldemort know?

"Right," Voldemort continued, "Welcome." He turned to his followers. "You may not know but Nuitari here has helped me with freeing all of you has suffered the imprisonment in Azkaban. Without him, it wasn't possible. Now, I want you respect him like you respect me, is that clear!" Everyone shouted in agreement. Nuitari took his place besides his father and smirked. The first act has started. Fool,s they all are. Voldemort continued with his meeting.

Malfoy had just reported his Master what happened at the Ministry when Night busted in, but he didn't care. The matter with the Giants was old news as well for the Dementors. When his father called someone else, the doors opened again. A strong build man walked in, entered the Inner Circle and bowed. Night could see from his magic signature that this person was a Werewolf. The same goes for the two companies behind the man.

"My name is Race and I'm the Ambassador of the Lucian Clan," the man said. "I hereby announce that our tribe will be joining you."

Voldemort nodded. "How many?" He hissed.

"Three hundred." The man Race replied. Voldemort narrowed his eyes in confusion. He had expected more, but this will do. Race, the Lycan, saw the sudden change in the Dark Lord expression and continued. "Normally there would be more, but the Elders of the Lycanthropy had a sudden truce with the Vampire which reduced us to this level. Only young Lycans are at you disposal."

Nuitari smirked suddenly while he watched the Lycan giving his explanations. I must say that Darcia works fast. This give me some a head start. Voldemort played host for the three Lycans and continued his meeting.

"Snape!" Voldemort hissed. A hooded figure came forwards and kissed the hem of the Dark Lords garments. "I hope you have what I want." Snape nodded in agreement and gave his Master an envelope. He waved Snape away and placed the envelope in his pocket.

When the meeting was over, everyone went back to their positions. Night's father turned to him. "I need to talk with you, right now." He hissed. Nuitari nodded and followed his father. He looked over his shoulder and saw the Lycan, Race, staring at him. Night's eyes flashed and the man gulped and stumbled away. Night sneered happily and went after his father, knowing that Race should fear him.

TBC


Waow, what a chapter. Do you agree? Yes, vacation for 2 weeks in a row, more fun, more writing.

I hope you lot liked it very much as I did and the plot is getting thicker. Yeah!

Anyway I thank all the reviewers (I can believe people are reading this) and I have already 38 reviews. Let's go for the 50, right people.

Next chapter: a little encounter with Draco and Nuitari and lot's of fun.

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Jessie