Hello guys! I finally updated =) It's kind of short, but I updated.
Chapter 12 :
Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1988
Trixy was gazing at nothing, laying on her bed. So much had happened. She was born to two powerful pureblood, she was the heiress to the Lestange House, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. She was a daughter of the house of Black, she was related to lots of Nobles Houses. Her parents were in the favours of the Dark Lord. She's close to his son, 'like a sister'. And Life went down the hill, her parents were casted to Azkaban, she wasn't even a year old. She grew up in the muggle world, hidden with her aunt and her cousins from the magical one, at least in the UK. She met friends, in this 'orphanage'. She met a green-eyed boy, one of her first friend outside of what she considered a family. Now, he was a part of her family. Her aunt was killed. Her brother decided to walk a dangerous path, she followed as she will be faithful to him.
Since that day in Russia, they had trained. She hadn't even started shcool, and she already knew lots of magic, hexes to curses, jinxes, potions and even some healing spells. There group got bigger and bigger. Her brother had met with lots of people, from neutral to dark, and even some light people, he had recruited in America, Russia and even Australia. The majority of his army was constited of children, from age two to seventeen, he also has some older people, but he had chosen the youngest. To mould them for his cause, it was not altruistic, but they were on the 'bad' side. How her brother was clever. He had it all planned.
Recruit them young, let them live in peace until they reach seven, train them until then, ask them if they want to join, if not obliviate them, let them live in the orphanage or in a family, they will be a cover if people find Thomas' group. If they agree with them and wanted to join, send them in other places, or use them to infiltrate every magical place. Their intel was getting bigger as time passed. Thomas played for the long term. His army was constitued of magical people and some squibs, when she said magical, it was muggle born to pureblood, halfblood, werewolves, two vampires, mermaids, and others.
Trixy decided to get up, today one of their one was going with a family, it was a muggleborn who joined last year, she came from a muggle orphanage, Trixy was the one who found her. She was being bullied because she was a freak. And 'BAM!', they were ejected, Trixy understood that it was accidental magic, she had spoken to the young girl. The young witch accepted to come with Trixy. The girl was a perfect target for bullies. Magical but muggleborn, orphan, a little girl (older than Trixy), a bookworm, her hair was a mess. Actually she looked like a mini Thomas with Harry's personnality and hair, and maybe some of Thomas's personnality. She had brown hair, messy, bushy, she was tall, brown eyed. Her name was Hermione. What a beautiful name, difficult to pronounce but Trixy could have swear she was at least a halfblood, but no, Her parents died in a car crash. Oh the irony.
After their meeting, she had joined Lyra's orphanage, and had become one of their friends, she had been accepted, she had made lots of progress. She was nearly as strong as them. She was going to infiltrate a muggle family today. She was going away from Surrey. They would not be able to see her a lot, she would do the training in another orphanage.
Trixy sighed. She was one of the only girl Trixy could speak too, the other weren't mature, or were mostly boys, well at Lyra. Hermione will go to Hogwarts, Trixy will go to Durmstrang. At least Evans will be able to speak to Hermione. Hermione's new family will be able to afford Hogwarts, and she'll be happy...
Someone knocked to the door. Trixy moved and opened the door. Hermione. She let the older girl enter in her room. The two sat down on her bed.
"- I didn't know pureblood could feel emotions." started the brunette.
"- Hmph. Looks like the muggleborn doesn't know everything." she answered.
"- I'll try to visit."
"- Don't be stupid. We have a mission, follow Thomas's order."
"- Of course I wil."
The two girl continued to do nothing, they needn't speak. Hermione smiled and got up, she walked toward the small library in Trixy's room. She picked a book and started reading aloud. Trixy smiled a little, and listened to her friend. On day they will rule the world, she will stood with her friend at that time.
Two weapons clashed together, the air was warm and it felt sweaty, the landscaped was not green with grasses and trees. No, only the brown ground was in this place, rocks in thousand shades of grey on the ground, their height were different, some spots of the dusky, dirty ground were muddy. Jackets were thorn and already on the ground. Two boys wearing ripped clothes were sparring. They continued to fight, they were using every mean to win, there was no wand, but swords, daggers, rapier, they didn't care about what they had in their hand. They needed to fight, they needed to win.
Blonde against Black, their hairs were messy, or messier than everyday for the jetblack haired boy. They were breathing hard, their muscles were tired, they were young, but were to be warriors. They wanted to win, one on one, a winner, a loser. One thought on their mind, there was no way he was letting him win, he was going to beat the other.
"- One more minute, are you going to forfeit?" asked the light haired boy.
"- Funny, I was going to ask you." retorted the dark haired one.
Blue met Green. They continued. Only they understood their reason. They were rivals.
In the kitchen, a yellow canary was chirping at a dark curly haired boy. The boy glared at his canary for two second. He needed concentration and silence, this step was really important, Evans counted on him. He slowly reached the white monster with his red weapon, he posed it calmly, with precision. The final strawberry was put on the cake.
"- It was a Success! Did you see me Leonard!" The bird chirped sweetly at his master. "I'm the best! Woohoo!"
In a random room witth a bed, a tired man decided to finally wake up. His head was dizzy, he remembered working on some papers, taaking the floo, and after that a blackout, he had some small glimpse of an elf. Whatever, he tried to slowly get up. After the first attempt he let it go, he went back to sleep, in this dark random room. Maybe when he'll get up he'll get a good cup of coffee.
Salem campus, America, 1988
Children were laughing freely, they had a free period. They decided to go to the cafeteria.
"- Hey Cynthia! Will you go out with me?" asked Danny the werewolf.
"- No way in hell Dan! You ought to take a shower first!" answered the bubbly blonde.
"- Guys, will you please calm down? I'm trying to call my friend." asked Thomas.
"- More like you want to call Innocent boy." she answered back lauging. There other friends laughed a little.
"- Will he come to Salem Thomas?" asked a Korean girl Seul-Ki.
"- No he'll go to Hogwarts."
"- Dooow, is little Thomas sad?" asked the annoying blonde.
"- Well, I'd be too if I couldn't see My little Gabriella." answered a tall man, with dark skin.
Thomas sighed. This group was so weir, weirder than what he had at home. But he needed the cover, and they were precious allies. The holidays were in three months. With that in mind he tried again to call his sister. What the hell was she doing? Couldn't she answer? She knew he wanted to speak to Evans. Thankfully he was a real charmer, and inherited his mother's patience, ha was calm, a leader, he was perfection, his plans were going smoothly, and his temper was in check. He only needed to hear his Evans. Thoses green eyes, that hair. What a sweet love.
"- Ah! Your thinking about the child! " shouted Danny.
"- For the last time we only have four years of difference!"
Three months.
A/N: I really didn't want to deal with the Dark Lord today ;)
