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The twin jesters and returning to Hogwarts

Candy Pop winced as Eyeless Jack checked over his right wing while mentally cursing out Night Terrors. This was why he didn't like having his demonic features showing other than the fact that they made it harder to put his victims at ease, the wings were far too large of a target. Night Terrors grunted at him, "It's not my fault a certain someone decided not to fuck the bitch queen when she asked."

'She is a disgusting whore and probably would've tried to add us to her harem without our consent,' Candy Pop snapped at Night Terrors trying not to shift his aching wing away from Eyeless Jack, 'We also couldn't stand her and probably would've murdered the bitch. If that had happened, we would've either been placed in charge of that realm or put to death. I much prefer living,'

Night Terrors growled at him before they both focused on Eyeless Jack, "Well, you should be okay to hide it by the time you're supposed to go back to Hogwarts with the kids. All I suggest is letting them out when you get the chance, you should also stretch them once the right one heals fully which should take about a week," Eyeless Jack stepped back sounding quite pleased, "The kid's getting pretty damn good at stitching considering how nice and clean it is. If it does scar up, it'll probably be hard to find."

"Thanks, EJ," Candy Pop pulled on his shirt carefully as the former human went to get some things.

"No problem," Eyeless Jack waved him off, "Just do me a favor and tell Jason that I'm probably going to be stealing his daughter a lot during the summer, she has a gift that I really want to nurture,"

"I will," Candy Pop got off the exam table and moved towards the door, "Though you might find some trouble getting her to focus since we're setting up in New York this time around, she's probably going to be attempting to join up with some play productions and stuff,"

Eyeless Jack chuckled a bit, "I don't really mind too much. She's pretty damn good at it."

Despite being young, Calla was quite good at hiding behind masks and transforming herself into someone else. It was a talent that they'd cultivated and ensured that she would be able to make into something deadly once the time came. On the one hand, it was a shame that she would never truly be able to show her talent to the human world, but that was the price of being born to a Creep. On the other hand, it would be amazing to see how she did once she'd snapped. Night Terrors chuckled darkly, "Her victims will never see it coming. Our Doll will be the definition of a trap."

Calla hugged Jareth around the waist and pouted at him, "Do you have to go?"

"Unfortunately," Jareth hugged her back, "But it's needed if we're going to get your dear old mom out of that scar of yours alongside that bastard's soul,"

"I'll miss you," Calla told him firmly.

"I'll miss you too, Sprite," Jareth pulled back to pat her head, "Try to cause hell for the mortals without doing the same for your old man,"

"I will," Calla grinned up at him, "I'll also keep working on playing my flute and those work-sheets. Be safe,"

"I will," Jareth looked at Jason and nodded lightly, "Cousin, I'll contact you soon enough,"

Calla moved away to allow the two a moment to embrace. Jason patted Jareth on the back, "Good luck and safe travels."

"Thank you," Jareth moved towards the door, "Good luck to you two and may the Creator watch over you,"

With that, Jareth disappeared back to his realm. Calla looked up at her father, "Papa, Uncle Owl will be okay, right?"

"He'll be fine," Jason assured her with a smile, "It is Jareth after all. Now, how about we finish getting your things packed then go watch that movie marathon we planned on,"

Calla grinned up at him despite the worry she felt for Jareth, "Okay, Papa!"

(While Night Terrors was out getting jumped)

Candy Cane hugged Calla tightly and kissed the hybrid's cheek, "I'll be back soon."

Calla hugged Candy Cane back just as tightly, "Tell Siri that I said hello and I'm really excited to be meeting him soon, okay?"

"I will," Candy Cane looked over Calla's back to Jason, "I'll be back,"

With that said, Candy Cane released Calla before vanishing from Jason's workshop in a plume of pink tinted blue smoke. She reappeared on the storm ridden coast five miles from Azkaban. Checking her supplies and securing James' cloak around her body, she began making her way towards the prison as her body became little more than a cloud of oddly colored smoke. Floating over the ocean, she mentally grimaced as the tainted chill that marked the beginning of the Dementors' territory began to fill the air. It got increasingly worse as she drew closer the almost decrepit prison making her quite glad that Calla wasn't coming along for the ride. She'd have to spend time in hell after this was done with if only to free herself from the sticky tendrils of those abominations. Reaching it, she began moving around the edges of the prison carefully feeling around with her energies.

Since Sirius hadn't died like she'd thought he had all those years ago, the man should still carry the mark she'd left on him back when they'd first hooked up. The only reason she hadn't been able to feel it was definitely due to the abominations and the tainted chill their energy left. Finding it as she drew closer to one side of the prison, she quickly began to follow the trail her energy left. Entering into a far too small cell, she carefully placed a few wards down to ensure that the guards wouldn't notice what was going on, the abominations wouldn't feel her, an alarm ward, and one that would protect Sirius from further damage from the abominations presences.

Once that was done, Candy Cane returned to corporal form and looked around the cell to find a ball of matted fur curled up underneath the poor excuse for a cot. Walking over to it, she felt tears begin to form in her eyes as she saw just how much Sirius had suffered even with the protection his grim animagus form offered him. Dropping down, she reached out and gently woke him up. The grim's eyes snapped open and stared at her as a whine filled the air. Biting back the urge to sob, she murmured, "Siri, I'm here."

The grim was replaced with the almost skeletal form of Sirius Black who whispered rather hoarsely, "Cane?"

Hair that had been a luxurious tumble of curls was now a matted and oily mess, the stormy grey orbs once filled with mischief were sunken in and dull. The somewhat stocky form had lost all fat and muscle. The heavily tanned skin had become a grey tinted ghostly pale. Perfectly trimmed finger nails had become cracked and yellowed, the beard on his face was scraggly and far too long. Tears slowly began to run down her cheeks, she gently cupped his cheeks, "It's me, Siri. It's really me."

Sirius' eyes were filled with hope and desperation as he asked, "What did Candy Cane say when I revealed my animagus form to her?"

"A grim fits you so well it isn't even funny, Siri," Candy Cane murmured with a slight grin as tears ran down her cheeks, "You were meant to be with us just like Lily,"

"Cane," Sirius practically collapsed against her as his far too thin arms curled around the succubus' neck.

Sirius began sobbing as he practically shouted what had happened that horrible Halloween night. Candy Cane whispered apologies as she hugged the shade that her former lover had become. Those monsters had nearly sucked the life out of him, she felt a deep sense of rage settle in her soul as she mentally promised to kill anyone who got in her way of freeing Sirius. She wasn't going to let him suffer any longer.

(Present day)

Candy Cane dropped onto her bed with an exhausted sigh and rubbed at her eyes. How was it traveling through the dream realm could be so exhausting? It didn't make much sense, but she supposed a big part of it came from using her powers. Well that and not taking any energy from those she'd visited, she should probably avoid doing that again for awhile. She heard the door open and looked up to find Calla, "Hey, Kitten."

"Cane, are you alright?" Calla looked at her with a worried frown, "Your energy is really low,"

Candy Cane offered her a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine, Kitten. I've just been ensuring those stubborn bastards won't stop Sirius from getting a trial."

"You should go feed then," Calla told her rather sternly, "Making sure Sirius gets his trial is okay, but he wouldn't want you to hurt yourself doing it,"

Letting out a soft laugh, Candy Cane held out her arms for the little hybrid. Calla walked over and pulled herself onto the bed next to her. Wrapping her arms around the pre-teen, she kissed Calla's cheek, "I will. Don't worry too much about me, Kitten."

"Can't do that," Calla denied her seemingly without a thought.

"I'll feed soon," Candy Cane relaxed on her bed, "Just need a few moments,"

"Was it really that hard?" Calla asked her curiously.

Candy Cane shook her head, "Not really, the amount of people I needed to visit is what's made me so tired."

"How come you didn't take any energy from them?" Calla looked at her in confusion as she shifted to lay on the succubus' stomach.

Candy Cane reached out and gently began running her fingers through Calla's hair as she said, "Because I'd likely take too much from them. With magicals, it's difficult for my kind to keep ourselves from draining them dry because their magic tastes so good. If we've marked them as ours and have a connection to them, it isn't so hard," She watched as Calla's eyes started to droop and her body began to slump against the succubus, "Since we need those stubborn bastards alive, I couldn't risk taking energy from them."

"Oh," Calla nuzzled into her stomach.

Candy Cane smiled softly as she let her eyes close, "I'll go feed after a nap."

"M'kay," Calla's breathing slowly began to even out.

If Candy Cane had been a diffrent succubus or Calla had been older, she might've tried to feed from the hybrid rather than just take a nap with her. She couldn't though even if she'd wanted to or the girl had offered. After all, Candy Pop was her brother and Calla was his mate. Unlike some of succubus, she knew better than to try something like that. She should probably speak to Night Terrors at some point and see what he thought about her plan. If he said no, she wouldn't press despite wanting to. If he said yes, she'd go through with it though it'd wait until Calla was fifteen.

Candy Pop walked up the stairs wondering where Calla was since they were supposed to be testing her knowledge of the fey language Jareth had the little one learning. The door to Candy Cane's room opened and Calla walked out yawning her head off. She slammed into him and held up her arms. Picking the little one up, he held her carefully, "Tired?"

"Took a nap with Cane," Calla answered while laying her head on his shoulder, "She went to go feed,"

That's odd, Candy Cane had been out to feed last night and shouldn't need to this soon. Frowning a bit, Candy Pop asked, "Why is that?"

"She was making sure those stupid bastards would let Siri have his trial," Calla told him as he moved towards his room, "Didn't take any energy from them,"

"That would definitely do it," Candy Pop shook his head lightly at that though admitted it was probably for the best since Candy Cane probably would've drained at least one of them dry, "Are you too tired to work on your knowledge of the fey language Jareth has you learning?"

"No. Just need a minute," Calla released a jaw cracking yawn.

"Liar," Candy Pop accused with a soft chuckle, "But we can't have you going back to sleep, you'll never be able to fall asleep tonight and we leave for Hogwarts tomorrow,"

Calla huffed at him, but said nothing as she pressed her face into his neck. Candy Pop opened the door to his room and carefully made his way inside ensuring his wings didn't touch anything. He set Calla down on his bed and went over to his shelf. He began going through the books in an attempt to see if he had something written in the language Jareth was having Calla learn. He found one only to freeze when a hand touched his right wing. Calla spoke as her fingers lightly ran along the almost fully healed tear in his wing, "Does it still hurt?"

"Yes, but it'll be finished healing by tomorrow morning especially since I'm going to feed tonight," Candy Pop struggled to keep from shivering at the feeling of her touching his wing.

"I wish there was a way I could help," Calla murmured as her fingers stopped moving.

"Maybe when you're older and know how to heal others using your powers," Candy Pop's wing twitched a bit as her fingers moved away from the tear towards the edge of his wing, "Calla?"

"It's so soft and smooth," Calla murmured softly and he could hear the smile in her voice, "Why are they covered in fuzz?"

"So I can read the winds while flying," Why were his wings so damn sensitive? "Little One, I need to go to the bathroom real quick," He turned before she could touch the outer edge of his wing and handed her the book, "Try to start reading that, I'll be right back,"

With that, Candy Pop fled to the bathroom as Night Terrors groaned, "Damn curious little Doll."

'We can't blame her for being curious,' Candy Pop walked over to the sink and turned on the cold water, 'We've never let her so close to our wings before outside of the times we've accidentally injured them,' He splashed his face with water, 'How the hell are we going to explain why she shouldn't touch them?'

"Why should we?" Night Terrors glared at him in confusion through the mirror as Candy Pop looked up, "As our mate, it's her right to touch our wings,"

Candy Pop glared back at Night Terrors, 'She is only 12, Night. Not anywhere close to being legal, she needs to know how inappropriate it is to touch our wings.'

"So you admit she's our mate," Night Terrors grinned brightly at him.

'No! I didn't say she's our mate,' God, why couldn't Night Terrors just leave him the heaven alone about it? 'We are explaining why she can't touch our wings,'

Drying off his face with a towel, Candy Pop turned off the water and moved back towards his bedroom as Night Terrors scoffed at him. Calla looked up from the book, "Poppy, what does this word mean?"

Candy Pop decided to talk to Calla later about his wings while he helped her read through the book.

Getting on the train to Hogwarts, Calla, Vivian, Luna, Candy Pop, and Hoodie found a compartment rather quickly. Ron joined them not long before the train set off. Draco came into the compartment as they started their journey, "Calla, where did you get Amia?"

"Amia?" Vivian asked in confusion.

"His Linx," Calla admitted that the name was fairly nice, "I got her at a shop. Poppy took me,"

"Mother and father have never heard of them before," Draco told her, "And Amia is far smarter than any animal I've ever met,"

Considering the fact he's never met Smile, it isn't a surprise. Calla looked over the Linx that was currently curled up around Draco's shoulders, "I wouldn't be surprised. Magicals rarely encounter one. I was lucky to get one of the few that were made and I put in an order to get one for Ron as well."

Calla explained what a Linx was to the confused Ron while making no mention of where she'd gotten it from. Ansem wasn't well known to wizards unless they were slaves or being used as food for certain beings. Out of the two wizards, Draco would be the most likely one to know about it given his father and mother's connections. More so Narcissa due to her Black heritage, the Black family might've declined, but they still had access to certain knowledge. By the end of her explanation, Ron looked at her in shock, "Why would you get me something so expensive?"

"Because I don't want you to get hurt or ever be alone," Calla looked at him with a slightly somber gaze, "Even if the beast that killed my mother and uncle James is dead, it doesn't mean that I don't have enemies. I'd rather make sure my friends are well protected then lose them. Besides, I have more money then I'd ever be able to actually use, so it's no surprise that I'd use it to spoil what friends I have,"

After all, it wasn't likely Calla would always be around for Draco or Ron. After she snapped, she would have maybe a few years to a decade before she'd need to stop contacting them if only to ensure she wouldn't need to kill them for accidentally learning the truth of it all. Unless they became Guardians, she mentally added while Vivian began asking Draco about the ball. The look in Vivian's eyes told her that she understood what the hybrid had been thinking about and felt the same. They needed to enjoy what time they had with their non-Creep friends because it would be ending one way or the other. After all, not everyone was like her mother and could handle the knowledge of Creeps being real.