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Information and dreaming Incubus'

Slenderman appeared an three hours after Calla had left Hermione with him, "The child's second personality has awakened."

Did the faceless entity sound annoyed? Calla looked at him and asked, "Is she alright?"

"The child is physically fine," Slenderman's tone was measured, "I will not be able to get an accurately gauge her mental state until her second personality settles," That did not ease Calla's nerves one bit, "The child is currently in one of the isolation rooms,"

And that just made Calla feel like shit. The isolation rooms were like one of those padded rooms in an insane asylum. The room had a basic bed, toilet, sink, and a chair that was bolted down. So long as Hermione didn't get very violent, she would be chained to the bed. The room wasn't a blank white color, but a rather soothing mix of natural colors. They weren't exactly horrible, but there was nothing to do inside them but think. She'd been in them during a punishment for throwing a knife at Mr. Widemouth when he was being annoying. Admittedly, it was a really stupid idea, but she really didn't like him. She looked at her father as he laid a hand on her head, "Papa?"

"Hermione will be fine, Calla," Jason promised her before looking at Slenderman, "What is Hermione's second personality like?"

"It defines itself as male," Calla wasn't the only one to look at Slenderman in confusion, "I am unsure as to why, but the second personality will answer once it calms down. It is very violent much like Sully and until it calms down, I have had the child restrained as well as sedated," And that probably sucked really badly since the only restraints in the room were metal specifically enhanced to deal with Pasta strength which meant the chains were really heavy, "Eyeless Jack has taken blood, so we will get our answers as to who her parents soon. Thankfully, the child hasn't shown any sign of snapping despite the stress that I was required to put her through in order to awaken the second personality,"

That was both a good thing and a bad thing. Hermione would be able to continue going to Hogwarts without fearing that she'd end up killing everyone. It also meant that there was a good possibility that Hermione's second personality would be discovered. The most neutral thing that Calla could think of in this situation is now they didn't have to worry about Hermione's second personality awakening at a really bad time. She frowned slightly before asking, "Does her second personality have a name yet? I don't know about you, but continuously saying/thinking second personality is bit long. Not to mention, it's kind of insulting too."

"Not as of yet," Slenderman replied looking down at her, "You will not be able to see her for a few days both for the child to calm down and so that we can ensure that she understands that you didn't have a choice in the matter,"

Calla nodded knowing that they were doing it to protect her and to ensure that nothing made Hermione snap during this time. While the second personality settled, Hermione's psyche was going to be incredibly fragile and any rough handling would make the bushy haired girl snap. It still didn't make not seeing Hermione any easier since she was very worried about the bushy haired girl, but she would contain her urge to disobey the ones that knew better. It left a bad taste in her mouth and it was likely she would always feel guilty for doing this to Hermione even if she really didn't have a choice in the matter. Hermione had to be brought to Slenderman by someone and the fact that she was comfortable with Calla would ease the blow so to speak. Despite the fact that Slenderman would have had Hermione brought to him by someone regardless of her role in thing, she would always see this a betrayal towards her friendship with Hermione no matter what anyone said.

Jason sighed tiredly as he headed to his office. After they had dinner at the mansion, they'd returned home to his workshop and Calla had immediately headed to her room without speaking to any of them. He knew that she was hurting a bit due to the fact she'd had to go against some of the instincts she had when it came to her friends. He wanted to help her, but he honestly didn't know what to say because he would react the saw way she did. Giving a friend to someone that would cause them pain even if it was necessary in the long run, it was betrayal no matter how anyone tried to put it. Even if Hermione forgave her, Calla would always see it as a betrayal no matter how small it would seem in the long run. He knew that because his instincts were the exact same way and Lily's had been as well.

Entering his office, Jason headed over to the dark grey stone cabinet he kept in the corner of his office. After having Liquorice prick his thumb, he pressed it into the thumb shaped indent on top of the cabinet making the doors glow a pink before creaking open. Cleaning the blood off of his thumb, he opened the cabinets doors open fully revealing a collection of rune covered mirrors. Looking through them carefully, he selected the one that held a bit of Jareth's energy signature. Closing the cabinet after he stood up, he walked over to his desk and sat down in his chair. Running his fingers over the top of the mirror, Jason called out, "Jareth."

The surface of the mirror ripples and glowed for over ten minutes before Jareth answered in his human form. Jareth's wild blonde hair was even wilder than the last time Jason had seen the goblin king. The goblin king's eyes were hetrochromic with one being a bright blue and the other being a blackish gold with the pupil permanently dilated. Jareth's skin was tanner than it's usual peachy color showing that he'd been out of his labyrinth for whatever reason during the day. Jareth's pointed ears were even longer and the pointed teeth of his true form were showing. Clearly, the goblin king had not been having a good day. Jareth's harried expression eased a bit at the sight of Jason and the goblin king smile, "Jason Maker. How are you?"

Jason smiled slightly, "While I have been better, things haven't been quite so bad."

"That daughter of yours causing trouble?" Jareth asked with a slight smirk.

"Not since the washing machine incident," Jason answered earning a cackle of amusement from Jareth, "However, I have some things that I need of you,"

Jareth immediately sobered up and looked at Jason in surprise. It wasn't often that he needed anything from Jareth which would only make the goblin king even more interested in what he had to say, "And what pray tell does my favorite cousin need of me?"

"As you know, one of Calla's friends, Hermione Granger, has a second personality," Jason began as Jareth nodded, "Slenderman has awoke said personality which is on the violent side," Jareth snorted softly, "Calla brought up some very good points. Western magical society has never been fully accepting of those with more than one mind and the UK is one of the worst when it comes to such things,"

"She worried that if the second personality is discovered, they'll take her friend away," Jareth summarized earning a nod, "Why don't you get to the point, Jason? While the story is interesting, you didn't just call me to gossip,"

"Calla wants to create a way to control the second personality if it gets out of hand," Jason answered making Jareth jolt a bit and look at him in surprise, "It isn't a bad idea and the designs that Calla came up with are really interesting. I need your help to enchant it or find someone that can,"

Jareth stroked his chin, "I would need to look at Calla's designs and perhaps speak with her before anything happens. Clearly, it won't be a simple device otherwise you wouldn't contact me. I suppose you're calling in one of the favors I owe you?"

"I'm calling in two as there is another reason I'm contacting you," Jason answered making Jareth's jaw drop and his form switch to his diminutive goblin form for just a few seconds, "I can't say why over the mirrors as it isn't safe. Because of this, I'm extending you an invitation to Calla's birthday party," Jason paused as he allowed that to sink in before adding, "It's also about time that Calla gets introduced to my side of the family and what better way then my favorite cousin,"

Jareth returned to his human form with a laugh and grinned at Jason, "You're still a manipulative bastard, you know that right?"

"Your point?" Jason's left eyebrow rose and his tone was as dry as the desert.

"Very well, Jason," Jareth turned his head and the sound of papers being pushed around reached Jason's ears, "Her birthday is in two days, right?"

"Yes. She's turning twelve," Jason still couldn't believe it.

"Any suggestions for gift ideas? I don't think goblin grog or anything of the sort would be appropriate," Jareth began writing something down, "It's been so long since anyone in our family invited me to anything much less a birthday for a 12 year old,"

Jason smiled in amusement. While Jareth may not be the best person, he still cared greatly for his kin. Shaking his head lightly, Jason began offering suggestions.

Candy Cane knocked on Jason's door around midnight feeling a bit worried since the toy-maker hadn't made come out since he'd gone inside. She found Jason laughing as he held a mirror that had Jareth's voice coming out of it. Jason looked up at her and blinked, "Candy Cane, is there something wrong?"

"You've been in here for a few hours, Jay," Candy Cane said eyeing the mirror, "Hello, Jareth,"

"Miss Candy Cane," Jareth greeted her, "Jason, I need to go if I'm going to get everything ready in time for Calla's birthday. I trust you'll send along a guide for me?"

"Of course," Jason promised, "See you later, Jareth,"

"See you. Goodbye, Miss Candy Cane," Jareth said before the mirror went blank.

Candy Cane looked at Jason in askance and he let out a laugh, "I figured its about time for Calla to start meeting my side of the family and Jareth will need to get a good look at Calla's scar before he can help us. Calla has also been wanting to meet him as well."

Shaking her head with a light smile, Candy Cane said, "That fine, Jay. I just didn't expect you to talk with him until midnight."

Jason looked at her in surprise before looking at the clock hanging on the wall, "Midnight already. Has Calla gone to bed?"

"Night Terrors decided to star-gaze with her since she isn't in a good mood," Candy Cane answered earning a nod from Jason, "She's really taking the whole Hermione situation hard, isn't she?"

"What do you expect when she takes after both Lily and I?" Jason ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know what to tell you, Jay, but she'll be fine soon enough especially once she gets your gift," Candy Cane said earning a slight grin from him, "How about we go and drink? I don't know about you, but I could use some alcohol after the last few days,"

Jason considered it for a few moments as he went to put the mirror away before nodding, "Alright, but I want to tell Night to get Calla to sleep by one. She's still a growing girl and staying up all night isn't something she needs at her age."

Night Terrors wrapped his tail around the little doll's waist after pulling her into his lap. Calla spoke after a few moments of silence, "Night, is it bad that I kind of hate myself for leaving Hermione with Slenderman?"

"No," Night Terrors wouldn't lie to the doll when he had a choice, "You're as loyal to your true friends as you are to your family. Your instincts are driving you to protect them no matter what. You went against that instinct today when you left Hermione with Slenderman; however, the blame for any pain Slenderman caused is all on him. He forced her second personality to awaken before it was ready even if the intent was to make sure Hermione wouldn't awaken it without anyone around to help her deal with it,"

Calla leaned into him, "I know that already, but it doesn't make it any less distressing. I'm worried about Hermione being locked in that room alone with only her second personality for company."

"I know, Little Doll," Night Terrors laid his head on her head glad that the idiot was allowing him to be the one to talk with her, "But that isolation is what is needed for now. The awakening of second personalities is always stressful for those involved. It took the idiot and I years to become like we are; even then, we fight quite a bit. It's best for Hermione and her second personality to be locked in a room where they won't be around anyone while they sort themselves out. Hermione will be fine eventually,"

Calla sighed softly, "I know, but I..."

"You're scared she will hate you," Night Terrors finished earning a nod, "I cannot say whether she will hate you or not. It isn't in my power," He looked down at his little mate hearing the idiot growl at his thoughts, "Eventually, she will forgive you whether it will be in a few weeks or years. You cannot push her nor can you force her to forgive you. You must be patient,"

Calla let out a laugh, "It's funny hearing you say that."

Night Terrors snorted as he grinned slightly. The little doll was right after all. He wasn't a patient demon for the most part. Oh, he could be patient like how he was right now waiting for his little mate to be ready for the taking, but it wasn't often he had any patience. He poked Calla's sides making her squeal softly, "I'm well aware that I'm not very patient when it comes to most things, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong."

Calla nodded as her smile dropped, "I know, but being patient when it comes to this..."

"It's hard, but it is a very good lesson for you to learn, Little Doll," Night Terrors reminded her earning a nod, "How about we focus on star-gazing? Your father will want you to be in bed and sleeping by one,"

"I know," Ah she was adorable when pouting not that he could blame her since star-gazing was a lot of fun, "Which constellations are we looking at tonight?"

Night Terrors pointed to the twin bull constellation only visible to magicals and demons at this time of night, "The twin bull constellation. Long ago when the world was still walked freely by the gods, angels, and demons..."

Candy Pop shook his head as Night Terrors returned control to him after putting Calla to sleep. He scowled slightly as he left Calla's room and headed towards his own. Why did that damn demonic entity feel the need to give the little one a chaste kiss every time he could? Oh, it was only once Calla had fallen asleep, but still! He inwardly grumbled as he opened his door and walked inside before shutting it. Walking over to the bed, he laid down with a sigh. Why couldn't he give it a rest? Night Terrors growled out, "The doll is our mate, Idiot. Just accept it already."

'She is not our mate,' Candy Pop retorted groaning as he felt the beginnings of a headache.

Why did Night Terrors insist on Calla being their mate? He ignored the warmth that filled his heart as he thought of that. Calla wasn't their mate and that was that. He ignored the cold chill that filled his chest as he rolled over. He needed to sleep and get rid of this headache. Getting up, he pulled down his covers and slipped inside after shucking his shirt. Closing his eyes, he got comfortable and let sleep come to him.

"Poppy?" Candy Pop turned his head and smiled as Calla came racing up to him only to feel a bit startled.

Calla looked older than her actual almost twelve year old age. She looked almost eighteen maybe a bit younger and her eyes were an almost glowing white gold color. He realized with a small jolt that she had snapped which meant this had to be some sort of dream, yet he couldn't access his powers. He felt a bit of panic that slipped away as Calla reached him. She hugged him and he found himself saying, "Hey, Little One."

"Why didn't you meet up with us for lunch like we planned?" Calla asked looking at him in worry, "Are you feeling okay?"

"I just got distracted thinking about the past," Candy Pop answered gesturing to the side where photos were spread out across the table.

Candy Pop realized they were in Candy Cane and his realm. More specifically, it was the lounge room that led into his bedroom. He never let anyone save for Candy Cane into that room which made Calla's presence even more startling. Calla released him to look at the photo's and he automatically wrapped his arms around her waist. He nuzzled her lightly as she said, "These are from before I started Hogwarts. I was so small back then."

"You're still small," Candy Pop mentally freaked when he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck just underneath her ear.

Calla shivered against him, but didn't try to push him away which made the situation worse. She turned her head towards him, "I'm bigger than I was and older too."

"I know otherwise your father would have killed me along with your mother," Candy Pop pressed a kiss to her cheek, "I know your father still wants to kill me for the whole Christmas party thing,"

"I still say that's your fault," Calla snorted softly as she turned her body around to look at him properly.

"And I'm blaming Night," Candy Pop growled at himself for picking her up and setting her on the table before slipping between her legs, "Besides, it wasn't that bad. It was just a few kisses," He was shocked when Calla wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms wrapped around his neck, "It could have been worse,"

Calla snorted as she pulled him closer to her, "Considering the fact my shirt was part way off and I had hickies all over my neck, it was pretty bad."

"I can't help it," Candy Pop shuddered as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, "Your skin is absolutely perfect for marking up and I absolutely love the way you taste," He pulled away to smirk at her, "There's also the fact that you make the most adorable sounds that I can't seem to get enough of,"

"Attempting to seduce me with pretty words, Candy Pop?" Calla asked in a slightly breathy voice.

"Hard to seduce you when I already have you in my bed, Little One," Candy Pop murmured before pressing a kiss to her lips.

Candy Pop jolted awake pressing a hand to his heart as Night Terrors purred in his mind. Phantom warmth that filled him to the core radiated from his lips. What the hell was that? Night Terrors chuckled, "That right there just proves that the little doll is our mate, Idiot. We will only have dreams like that with our mate."

Candy Pop's heart beat quickened at that and he realized that Night Terrors might just be right.