A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long. There were problems on the website and I couldn't update for a while so yeah. My document manager was being silly. :( Anyways. Will be updating as long as reviews are coming in. Hope you all like this chapter:D Sorry so short.

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Where are they?" April whispered in the darkness. It had been a little over a half an hour and all was quiet behind the dark gates of Hogwarts.

"Perhaps they've snuck by," her younger brother whispered.

"They responded to the battle call," Mikael whispered. "They've got to be near by. I can feel them."

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Draco's lips curled into a bitter smile as he watched them from behind. They'd hopped the fence and landed on the ground silently, watching their enemy.

"Where are they?" a female asked.

"Perhaps they've snuck by," a younger looking vampire said.

Draco grinned.

"We're right behind you," he thought. He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. He uttered a spell and the largest male vampire went down in the brush. As if on que, three more jets of light escaped the bushes and hit the last three vampires standing. Two females and the younger male.

"And we've still got Caesar!" Ron said triumphantly. "Let's make them prisoners of war!"

Crabbe and Goyle appeared behind Draco holding Caesar, who was still motionless, his face set in an expression of shock. His eyes darted back and forth taking in all of the able bodied vampires and a low shriek escaped his lips.

Draco picked up one of the stupefied females and threw her over his shoulder.

"We've got to get them to the coven," Jesamya said. "Elder will want to have a chat with them."

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They entered the Black Widow. The vampires around them hissed when they saw who the young wizard vampires brought along with them. Draco had to admit it was an intimidating environment. He'd expected a bit more of a fight out of his enemy though, for they were the Dark Lord's guardians. He knew Voldemort wouldn't be pleased if he knew what lousy soldiers he had for protectors.

They entered Elder's chambers to find the dark haired man sitting on his throne, a young female vampire rubbing his feet. His eyes narrowed when they fell upon his newest members of his coven standing before him bearing gifts.

"This is not the cloak I asked to receive for my birthday," Elder whispered staring at Voldemort's soldiers.

"They were sent after us," Jesamya said coming forward. "We've brought them to you for an interrogation."

Elder waved the girl away and stood up, sliding his feet into slippers.

"What have you done to them?" he asked when he noticed the state the vampire enemies were in.

"We've stupefied them," Draco replied, letting his hostage fall to the floor with a heavy thump. A small groan escaped the girl named April's mouth.

"Well lift the spell on this one first," Elder replied looking down at the largest male vampire. "I think I know him from somewhere…"

Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered the counter spell. The man immediately came back to life. He flew to his feet and made an escape for the door. But Ron being the fiery young man that he was, darted after him, tackling him to the ground. He hated Death Eaters.

"Thank you Ronald," Elder whispered venomously as he recognized the vampire. "Micah," he hissed.

"Alexander," the vampire Micah said quietly.

"Who's this?" Jesamya asked slightly confused.

"Micah is my mortal brother," Elder said. "Before Conlan of Ireland turned us. We were twin boys at birth. We were poverty stricken in our youth. Conlan found us ill and dying in France when the plague hit. I thought you were dead," he said turning to address his brother.

"You were supposed to," Micah whispered. "You and I have two different hearts brother. Yours beats for society. The well-being of the world, where as mine only beats for one cause. Remember how mother always thought I was wicked? Before she was taken by the plague? The day she caught me in the garden. I had twisted that bumblebee's wings so it couldn't fly and put it on top of an anthill…

"Evil by nature as she used to say," Micah replied bitterly. "But you were the smart one…the good one. At least I'm living up to what's truly inside of me. When you're so comfortable here, in a position of power, like you always wanted. You get everything you want and you get to be a hero while you're at it."

"What is this you're babbling about?" Elder snapped.

"It comes so easy for you!" bellowed Micah. "When you've always been truly wicked just as I! You killed our creator when you decided you no longer needed to gain any knowledge from him! When you decided he was worthless. And yet it's brought you so far. Perhaps I should've been more secretive in my nature as you. Smiled at my foes even though I was sneering inside!"

The mini clan of fledglings looked shocked at Micah's outburst and Elder looked livid.

"How dare you accuse me of being such a horrible person!" Elder yelled.

"Ah, but you know it's true brother," Micah smiled mockingly. "Don't you?"

At this, Elder grasped his brother by the neck and lifted him off of his feet, his eyes turning black, the cornea lined in blood. He roared as bolts of white lightning surged up his arm and into his brother's head. Micah convulsed as the lightning entered his body. Elder then hurled Micah into a nearby wall.

"Clear them away," Elder said, veins popping in his neck. "All of them. Throw them in the dungeons," he whispered. He then returned to his thrown, as Draco went for Micah. He threw the vampire over his shoulder and hauled him out. They were all a bit shocked at Elder's outburst. Was what Micah said true?

A/N: Alright. Nearing the finish to this story. But there will be sequal. Tell me what you think people. It's important!