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The Masked Ball

The work of a reporter can be very hard, especially in the modern times. Alice Blake, a young woman in her mid twenties could tell you stories about her life. She was a detective; actually it was a hobby of her to find out about mysterious events happening in the world. When she was little she liked the tales about Angels, not that she was very religious or read the Bible, but her love for those delicate creatures with wings. And magic was something she found fascinating. Sometimes she wished very silently that she could perform magic of her own.

That's why she became a detective in the unknown. Not much like the X-files, but more about things that already existed. Ancient symbols, Rituals, divination, these subjects were one of her top list of 'to do'. But she was just some scholar student with not enough money, so instead of that she became a reporter for the British Newspaper the 'Times'. She owned a small column in the 'Comment' area to give her daily opinions about the mystics of the world.

It wasn't very much but she loved it. Some people, who read her column, gave her mails and letter about their opinions and experience. Based on facts, she did deeper research, which her boss wasn't very pleased about. But Alice didn't care. Something in her life, her inner feeling tells her that something might happen. But she waved it away. Woman intuition perhaps? But she loved her job. Her partner Korvin Williams was a really good friend of her. It was because of the same interest the two of them got together. Korvin did more the dirty work, the dangerous part while she writes the story. Last year they have published a book with the title Leave the unknown, alone and was sold very rapidly like donuts in America. The book contains about small stories that anonymous people had experienced the unknown which was also based on facts.

Now on a sunny day in December, Alice and Korvin worked together in their office. Both of them where doing some research on reading material and ticked it away on their computer. The dark brown haired woman with green eyes read a letter about mysterious disappearing somewhere on the country. She frowned, because it was already the fifth time this week that she came across something like that.

"Hey listen to this." The man behind her said. Korvin had black waving hair and blue eyes and had a very muscular body covered now with a dark jeans and a white shirt. Alice turned around in her chair and faced the man. "Unexplained death in South Hampton. The police have found three dead bodies in the residents Living Room. There was no sign of struggle or property damage in and around the house. The authorities declared that the bodies were in a very good health shape, and can't give any explanation about their sudden death. "The only thing that was visible on the bodies was their dismay expression on their faces" said one of the police officer responsible of bringing the bodies to the Moratorium for further investigation. And the rest is blablabla…" the man read from the newspaper. "What do you say about that?"

Alice frowned, thinking about something. Somewhere she had read that too. Frightened expression on their faces… Alice took the article and read it again in silent. Than she came to a conclusion. "This is not so usual. It happened before, as I can remember about … 20 years or so. This happened a lot. Unexplained death etc. This is nothing news of course. What about you?" Alice asked him.

"Well, I think that your Aliens are striking again." He joked. Alice didn't think that was so funny instead of that she hit him with the newspaper. "Ok, ok, stop. I surrender." Korvin pleaded defending his head with his arms.

"That wasn't funny, Korv, three people died though." She replied. Korvin nodded in accord.

"So, are we going to investigate that? The More isn't very far from here." Korvin eyes twinkled, eager to go somewhere else other than this cramping office. Alice thought for a minute.

"Yep." She jumped out her chair and packed her bag. The man did the same and took his jacket from the hanger. Taking the car keys out of his pocket, he waved it before the woman at her desk.

"You or me?" He asked. Alice rolled her eyes.

"You, silly. You know the roads better then I'm."

Korvin nodded and opened the door, letting the 'lady' out first and closed it behind him.


Not so very far from Britain, over the Channel, a city called Paris was having a difficult day. The people of Paris didn't expect anything, instead of that; they carried on with their daily basis. But it was the animals that sensed it first. Birds flew away from Paris, as far as possible even the little Robins left their homes. Dogs howled silently and the cats were more viscous than normal. The people of Paris didn't pay attention to that. For them it was normal.

That very same night something was happening in the Centre of Paris. A place where many people visited from all over the world, where they have seen the evolution of the world. This particular place was known as the Crypt Sully which was located in the Louvre. A simple wall as many people has seen as a plain brick wall, was cracking slightly by an unknown force. There was no sound only a tickling of magic, Ancient Magic.

But that was quite shocking, because the people of the Louvre wouldn't see that. They will think it is just another crack in the wall like many others, but there was more disturbing news. All the way to the first floor in the Denon Wing, right through the Grand Galerie, ignoring all the paintings on the wall and the electrical red light from the security on the floor, you will find the Salle de la Joconde. This hall host the most famous picture from Da Vinci; The Mona Lisa.

After the cracking down below in the museum, the most mysterious smile from the Mona Lisa vaguely disappeared. Instead of that smile, her face became saddened and a single tear escaped her eye.

France will weep in the morning.


Saterday, a very special day. Because today the Masked Ball will begin. Every girl in Hogwarts were very pleased and were getting ready to attend the happening in the Great Hall. One of these girls was Ginny Weasley. She was very happy. Not because she had a beautiful dress or a fancy mask, but because Harry finally got the nerve to ask her to the ball. That's why she was so happy. While singing she was thinking back on the moment when Harry approached her.

flashback—

Ginny was sitting in the Living room on a nice divan reading a book she took from the Black Library. It was a romance novel she already read before but because it was that good she read it again to kill some time. Her friend Hermione was doing some homework and she asked her if she needed some help instead of that she declined and went to the living room.

While sitting there she didn't notice the movement in the corner of her eye until this person was standing right next to her. Ginny lowered her book to look in the pools of emerald green eyes.

"Harry?" she startled, sitting straighter on the divan. She made room for Harry to sit and waited.

"Eum…," Not knowing what to say Harry just watched her. "What you doing?"

Ginny blushed a bit. "Nothing special, just reading. You?"

"Hanging around as usual." The-Boy-Who-Lived said sighing. Than he looked at her again. He gathered all his Gryffindor courage and said. "I wonder if you could… eum…"

"Yes?" she asked, waiting for his question.

"If you and I… never mind." Harry sighed, losing his courage to continue and stood up to walk away but Ginny grasped his arm.

"Harry, why don't you just ask me?" she said. "Please?"

The black haired boy gazed at her, looking in the warm depth of her eyes. "Do you want to be my date at the Masked ball Saturday?" There he said it but what he didn't expect was that Ginny flew in his arm and embraced him. Harry wasn't quite familiar with this affection, but he put his arms around her slender waist and hugged her back.

"Yes, I will."

--End flashback—

She couldn't forget that moment. No, it was graved in her memory. Before she dressed herself, she took a warm shower and washed her hair. Stepping out, she dried her off and put on some garments. A moment later Hermione walked in the girl's bathroom with her dress.

"Nervous?" The bushy girl said. Ginny shook her head while drying her legs.

"Not at all. I just can't believe it that Harry asked me out. I thought that that never will happen." Ginny said looking at the other girl.

"Well, who knows." Hermione said. Both girls started to giggle and continued to get dressed.

After a while both girls were dressed and ready to see the boys. They still had 20 minutes left until the Ball started. Ginny looked in the mirror at her reflection and she was very impressed. She couldn't wait to see the look on Harry face when she will walk towards him. She turned around and faced her friend.

"Well what do you think?" Ginny asked her. Hermione looked her over. Ginny was dressed in a Victorian style dress. The colour was dark green, more forest green, decorated with leaves, like she was a nymph. Her mask was white in colour but was decorated with green feathers at the side. It was small; it only covered her eyes and a bit of her nose. Ginny's hair was loose and it came to her waist.

"Girl you look gorgeous. If I was a man, I'll take you right here on the spot." She said. Ginny laughed.

"You are looking good yourself." Ginny replied.

"Thank you. So, let's see the boy's."

Both of them made their way to the stairs and disappeared behind the turn.

The look on Harry's face was priceless, when he saw Ginny coming down from the girl's dormitory. Ginny kept a straight face while she saw him staring at her, but she started to giggle silently. Harry pushed his glasses back while he gazed at her in a daze.

"Well?" Ginny asked while she whirled around to let him see the rest of her dress. Harry closed his mouth and blinked.

"Waow… Beautiful, Gin." He said nervously offering his arm. Ginny smiled and hooked her arm in his and followed their why to the portrait hole. The same thing also happened to Ron and Hermione, except Ron's face became the same shade as his hair and not to mention that the twins had used some money to buy some decent clothes for their Ronniekins.

While the two pares made their way to the Great Hall, Draco went back to his dormitory. He left his date (Parkinson) back at the Hall, making up some excuse to use the loo. His Midnight blue costume billowed behind him while he made his way down. Why does he have to come now? They will notice, mark my words, they will, right? The blond went through the portrait hole and stopped in his tracks.

A dark person was standing before him, standing next to the fire place hidden in the shadows. "So, are you ready to have some fun?" The voice said.

Draco snorted and indicated the person to follow him.


Everyone knew the Weird Sisters. They all knew their music, their style and the rhythm. But to night it was totally something else. When the Sisters came back from their trip in Spain, they have found a new style of music while accidentally ending up in a Muggle Town. These people had called it Latino and the Sisters were very interested. And tonight is was their experiment to see how the Wizarding Folks would handle it. After a few songs, the students were clapping and were asking for more which pleased them, of course.

Ginny and Harry were dancing on a song by Ricky Martin Livin' the vie da loca orchestrated by the Weird Sister. Everyone was happy, were laughed and some of them were even snogging on the scene. The same goes for the teachers. Professor McGonagall was dancing with the even eccentric Headmaster Dumbledore. As well the other teachers were having fun besides Snape. He was standing far off the dance floor, survey the crowed before him.

But nobody knew that there was one person who wasn't supposed to be there. Lavender eyes were hooked on one person only who was dancing with a raven black haired youth. If you were standing next to him, you could hear him growl. But soon as the song was over, the boy who was dancing with the red haired girl left her to get some drinks. A new song kicked in, known as Don't let me be misunderstood by Santa Esmeralda. A real Spanish dance. The person smirked on made his way over her.

Ginny felt suddenly alone when Harry left her to get some drinks, but the beat of the next song made her relax. She looked over the crowd to see the Weird Sister clapping in their hands and the Spanish guitar kicked in. Then suddenly strong arms embraced her from behind and the person's head was put gently on her left shoulder. You're naughty, Harry. But she was wrong.

"Wanna dance with me?" A familiar voice said in her ear. Ginny's heart made a jump and she turned around. Lavender eyes were gazing back at her. Nuitari?

"Night?" She stood perplexed. He nodded and guided her to the dance floor. The rest of the band kicked in and everyone started to dance.

Baby, do you understand me now?
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But, don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

The two lost themselves in the dance, the motions and steps coming easily and naturally to Ginny. They stepped, they spun, and they danced freely throughout the song. Nuitari was caught up in the movements, and entrapped by this beautiful girl's seemingly effortless spell. As the music reached its crescendo, they spun away from one another, and then came in close. Night just looked into her eyes, also meaning the words the singer said.

If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I got my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
'Cause I love you

Baby, don't you know I'm just human
And I've got thoughts like any other man
And sometimes I find myself, oh Lord, regretting
Some foolish thing, some foolish thing I've done

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Night stepped back into the dance and brought her closer to him. And was about to step into a closer, more intimate dance, when the lights began to dim and the candles from the Great Hall started to light up in the tempo of the music. The darker light cast a newer, softly looks on her features. Ginny cast her eyes around the Hall, knowing that this was his doing. Night leaded her again in a Spanish dance when the instrument's played.

Oh Lord, don't let me be misunderstood
Please don't let me be misunderstood

Ginny was stunned by his moves and dance abilities. But somehow she liked it and she was glad that she could see him again. But here? She waved it way. It was a Masked Ball anyway. The Weird Sisters started to clap again and Night came closer. Their noses where a few inches away from each other and Ginny felt the heat in her cheeks. Night pushed her way, whirled her around and brought her back to his side. And this went on for a long time.

At the other side of the dance room, Draco watched the two dancing in the middle of the ballroom. He was sneering and shaking his head while sighing.

Harry at the other hand couldn't find Ginny but then he saw her dancing with someone else he didn't know and stepped away, watching them. His emerald green eyes were blazing with jealousy.

Baby, do you understand me now?
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But, don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that, all I have to do is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Where the two were dancing, the rest of the dance floor has made room for them. They were observing them in awe. Nobody could dance like that; even the teachers were very pleased to see that one 'student' could dance. Hearing their thoughts, Nuitari laughed silently while looking at her soft face.


If I seem edgy
I want you to know
That I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I got my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
'Cause I love you

Oh, baby, don't you know I'm human
I have thoughts like any other man
And sometimes I find myself, oh Lord, regretting
Some foolish thing, some foolish thing I've done

'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

The music went on and on, and the two of them had fun. Ginny was slightly out of breath. They again stepped in, whirled around while Night stood behind her holding her arms around her waist and kissed softly in her neck while moving slowly around. He turned her around again and held her close when the music tuned down slowly until it ended. The room applauded went a new song came up. But Night didn't let her go yet.

"Where did you learn to dance like this?" She asked him, feeling his arms around her waist.

Night smiled warmly. "From my mother. She was Spanish after all."

"Oh, right." Ginny gave a small smile back at him. After promising herself that she would forget about him, she was glad she didn't. She placed her head on his chest and let him lead.

Night felt better then ever. Ever since they parted, he knew that something was missing. It was her and Darcia was right. He needed a Knight or Princess (because he is a male) to keep him sane now that his wings are back. And he knew that she was the right one, but would she accept it? Would she forget everything that she knew and leave with him? No, so long he was the son of the Dark Lord she wouldn't and Night knew that.

He closed in on her and started to sing while the music was playing. Very softly that no one else could hear them.

Would you dance if I asked you to dance
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying
Would you save my soul tonight
Would you tremble if I touched your lips
Would you laugh oh please tell me this
Now would you die for the one you love
Hold me in your arms tonight

Ginny listened to his voice and was caught up in her own feelings. Thinking back at the time she stayed with him. It wasn't splendid nor was it bad. Nevertheless, there was a feeling she couldn't put her finger on it, something deep in side of her. She closed her eyes and listened.

I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Would you swear that you'll always be mine
Would you lie would you run and hide
Am I in too deep have I lost my mind
Well I don't care you're here tonight

He looked back at her and caressed her cheek with his right hand. Ginny closed her eyes and welcomed it.

I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Ohhh I just wanna hold you,
I just wanna hold you, oh yeah
Am I in too deep have I lost my mind
Well I don't care you're here tonight

Night stepped in and kissed her. Very gently like the first time he has kissed her. They forgot time and space, only the two of them were here. And that was important.


Snape hated this kind of gatherings. It was never his style and it will never be. Never say never. Snape told to himself. But the real question was; why didn't he had any fun in his life? He never pondered on that thought for long.

He looked back at the crowed, curious what there were watching. Snape let his eyes wander over to the centre of the room, seeing two persons dancing on the rhythm of the music. Not bad… He saw that the man who was leading, he narrowed his eyes, Ginny wasn't that bad at all. He had the ability to recognise people without needing to see the faces, but what he couldn't do was identifying this man. This young man was wearing a dark Victorian costume, embellished with midnight blue flames on his tunic. His mask was white adorned with black feathers at either side. Narrowing his onyx eyes he was trying to discover who this person was.

The music has ended and the rest of the crowed went back on the dance floor, much to his annoyance. The Potion Master stepped away from the wall and walked closer to the swarm of teenagers. When he narrowed his eyes again, he caught a glimpse of this person's eyes. Snape heart stopped for a minute, shaking his head and blinked several times. It can't be?

"Nuitari."


Waow what a chapter (8 pages long!) I thought that there wasn't coming an end.

I thought that the muggles should have noticed something by now about their world, right? Any tips, those two in my story are going to get a major role in my sequel…

Sorry about the 'evil' cliffhanger… hihi… Anyway for those who has guessed it correct I give you 20 points! There you go!

I wanna thank everyone who has reviewed but I WANT SOME MORE!

I need some feed-back, you get some cookies if you do….

Shout-outs:

dramaqueen109 thanks for loving my story, plz keep on reading.

Mrs. Greenyep, as you could see the visitor was Night.

Jenn: Waow, you defiantly love my story. Didn't think I was that good.

Dear Me: I have that thing to with the sever, but the story could only be updated after 24 hours. Thanks for the offers with the ball thing, but I hope it isn't to shabby. I thought the song by Santa Esmeralda was the best. If you know that Nuitari is half Spanish, half Brit right? You where right about your fist thought. The most famous picture of Da Vinci is the Mona Lisa; I have seen it just a few days ago in Paris (beautiful city by the way).

ghst.sama: I was thinking the same way hihi…