Devil's Childe
Chapter Three.
A.N- I would like to clear something up. In Chapter One, there was a part on the train, where Ron had asked Hadrian (Harry) about why he didn't 'reveal' his identity. If Devil's Childe was written in Harry's P.o.V.; Ron and Hadrian would have met that first time in Diagon Alley, and it would have ended much like Harry's first two 'chit-chats' with Draco in the Canon story. Therefore, Ron would have known what Harry looked like, and on the train, would have seen Harry's scar. Sorry for the confusion,
Loki Rahu Black.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
The Great Lake; Afternoon
3rd Person Point of View
Draco, Hadrian and Loki sat outside after classes, as they had the afternoon free for the first day, at The Great Lake, under the huge willow tree. (-The one that didn't 'whomp'…) Hadrian sat in the natural little nook that was in the willow's base, while Draco sat on a root, resting somewhat parallel to the Lake. Loki was perched high up in the slender and firm branches, her woolen robe shed for use as a blanket, the many leaves blanketing her knee high boots. Not that anyone could really see her anyway. Not even Sirs Fred and George Weasley, as they came across what first appeared to be two thirds of Slytherin's 'Crown Trio' at the Lake's edge. George had plopped down by Draco, and started casually helping the platinum blonde genius with his Transfiguration "mini-Essay", while Fred looked around for Loki.
The dark-haired girl in question, had smirked, pulled on her robe with the hood up, and took a leap of faith, and landed piggy-back style on Fred's back, exclaiming: "Boo!"
Fred jumped a bit, then started laughing when he realized the identity of his 'attacker'. Hadrian was trying –and failing, by the way, - to contain his laughter. The "Boy-Who Lived"'s laughs had been infectious, and spread to Draco, and George, before contaminating Loki and Fred, as they squished themselves next to Hadrian, Loki still "Koala-Wrapped" around Fred's back.
"Have you come to stalking Loki and Me, Sirs Weasley?" Hadrian teased. Fred and George chuckled a bit, before saying;
"It's not 'stalking'-" Fred began:
"- if it's our two favorite people." George finished. Loki and Hadrian also chuckled a bit, before Draco jokingly whined:
"What about me?"
"Well," George began this time, seeing as he was a bit closer to the Malfoy Heir,
"-Seeing as you are our Favorite's-" Fred picked up,
"Favorite, by descent, you are also," George continued;
"-Our Favorite." They ended together. Loki and Hadrian laughed a bit louder, this time, as no-one could not laugh around the Weasley twins (- Loki wasn't sure how Snape did it-).
Honestly, it just wasn't possible. Even Loki's Father would be cracking up. She didn't need a mental link to tell her that. Loki even told them, and, she was able to breach the topic of completely unveiling who her father was.
"What's your Father like, then, if "Even he would be cracking up"?" Fred had asked.
"He's serious about his work, hunting dark creatures. But, he still has me, my godparents, and his cynical sense of humor. So it keeps him…." She trailed off, looking for the right word or five. I mean, come on reader. You have to know who Loki's father is. Just look at what it's a crossover of! You try to describe Him with your eleven year old mind so he doesn't seem pure evil!
…
Yep. That's right b*'s. Told ya so.
"Not off his rocker?" George supplied. Loki cracked a small smile, as she got that vibe from her father that said, "I like this guy." In turn, he got the vibe that warned, "You can't eat him." At her father's mental snort, Loki made her face seem like she was thinking really hard. She was though, so she wouldn't appear to burst out laughing for no reason. She canted her head to the left and right a few times and said:
"Yes, but no. He's already kinda leaning off it. Not in a bad way, but he's –again- cynically hilarious. He's a bloody," (- Nope, not even gonna say it. You can't excuse this pun kiddies-) "awesome Father, though."
"Sounds awesome, too, Drae," Hadrian said. The "Boy-Who-Lived" spun up his nickname for Loki based off of her last name, as her first was already short. Loki, in turn called Hadrian, "Ian", which he decreed better than "Harry". Draco insisted on no nickname, due to the ever-looming shadow of a Dementor known as Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Draco's Father. Loki just smirked, and said to him; "Whatever floats your yacht, Your Highness Malfoy." Insert here, "Slytherin's Crown Trio".
Loki "Khaleesi Drae" Rahu Draekova, Hadrian "Khal Ian" James Potter, and Draco "Your Highness" Lucius Malfoy. And these nicknames caught up to their peers and professors as well. Even Snape has referred to Loki as 'Khaleesi', though it did sound mocking to the Gryffindor's ears, only the Potion's Master's sly little Serpents saw the ghost of a small smile on the man's face. Not that they would tell anybody who wasn't a Slytherin that. No way in Helheim. They coveted that sh*t, b*tches. Either way, anyone and everyone who isn't or wasn't a Slytherin would believe that Snape, of all people, knew humor. Of course he did, idiots! He was a kid once too.
The sky was beginning to set into dusk, and evening. The two Gryffindor Crown Prince Clowns bid the Slytherin Crown trio a goodbye with a "Milords, and Lady," before running off towards the Great Hall for dinner. Honestly… everything at this school, was great. Great Hall, Great Lake. Okay. Not everything, but Loki was tired of the word 'great', the first twenty three hours and forty-nine minutes she was here! This, is great; that, is great. Everything is GREAT! Isn't it….
Great? Yeah, Author knows, not funny. Puttin' it there anyway.
Dinner was eaten mostly in comfortable silence by Hadrian, Loki and Draco. After all, there was Dr. Pepper involved. Diet, of course, seeing as all the sugar in regular soda makes Loki barking mad. (- Werewolves, Lycans, and Wolf/ish Animagi, don't be offended,)
"Mm… I didn't know you could make cherry vanilla…" Loki was in total Dr. Pepper heaven. Hadrian and Draco, not so much. They were too busy talking about the weird break-in at Gringott's. I mean, happened the exact same day that Hadrian was there! What the Hel was that grubby little package?! Not that Loki would tell Draco and Hadrian. That would mean revealing sh*t that didn't need to be revealed.
As in, Draco and Hadrian could not know who her father is. At least, not now. And just her un-luck of today, family was the topic that all of the first year students around them.
"What about you, Loki?" Theodore –call him Theo, please- Nott asked her from a few spaces down. Person in question looked up from her dinner, which was a huge Chicken/Caesar Salad, with a more vinaigrette-like dressing. Thank the house elves. They work their magick.
"My parents hunt dark creatures. I spend a lot of time with my godparents, and a few of my aunts and uncles." And she returned to her dinner. But, that wasn't enough for Theo.
He persisted, "Come on, that can't be it Loki."
"It is." And spoke no more throughout the entire meal, even dessert. Dessert itself was a quiet affair, as usual. Nobody wanted to miss out on the amazing delicacies that ever graced the tabletops of Hogwarts' Dining Hall. After the evening meal was over, Loki proceeded to the Slytherin's Commons Room to finish her only homework assignment, for Potions, a summary on the small potion they made that day in class. The author doesn't know which one. Don't ask her. She won't tell you. Because she can't.
Draco and Hadrian met Loki in a little alcove in the Commons Room that had a nice, sturdy Pine table, with big, dark emerald, velvet cushioned chairs.
"How went your mini essay for McGonagall?" Hadrian asked the Platinum-Blonde. Draco rolled his moonstone colored irises. Draco had mouthed off on Weasley, after the ginger had said some rather rude comments about Loki and her family.
~"You know nothing about her, or her family you bloody wanker!" Draco exclaimed. Loki just kept her head down, knowing that her irises that usually were a bright hazel colour during Transfiguration, had started to burn scarlet in anger. Loki repressed it as Weasley and Draco had an insult match, while Hadrian reached over and grasped Loki's left shoulder, which was a job in itself, as Loki was sitting to Hadrian's right, with Draco placing his pack in the middle, as the apparent norm.
Hadrian whispered words softly, to make his friend feel better, while Weasley and Draco continued their spat, oblivious to the fact that Professor McGonagall had entered the room in Animagus form; a tabby cat, with markings around her eyes matching the shape of her spectacles. The teacher let it continue until Weasley had done the worse, and pulled Hadrian into the mix, even daring to say he would be the next Dark Lord, and that's why You-Know-Who tried to kill him. 'So that the next Dark Lord couldn't step into line.' And how 'You-Know-Who was probably Hadrian's actual father, and didn't want his son stepping up for the title.'
Draco then called Weasley a bloody arsehole, and said he would go to Professors Snape, McGonagall, and even Dumbledore.
Cat-McGonagall decided that was enough, as Weasley had pulled out his wand, and Hadrian had jumped out of his stool, along with Loki, who's irises had tamed into an orange-hazel mix, -and had her Ebony wand drawn, but pointed at the floor. Hadrian's was in the same position, while Draco had balked at Weasley's daring move, and Loki's speed. She had been a flash in his sight, after all.
"That is enough; Misters Weasley, Malfoy." The Head of Gryffindor House scolded. Weasley gulped, and a spark of fear alit in his blue eyes. Good, Loki had thought, fear is the best ally. For me… her father would have given a canine revealing grin, but Loki played innocent guardian. Her wand slid back up her sleeve, and she bowed her head, veiling her irises, so they could be their normal 'Transfiguration Hazel', with no orange flecks. McGonagall mistook it for shame, Loki supposed, because the usually firm woman put a hand under Loki's sharp and petite chin, and lifted her head up, almost abnormally large eyes (-given her petite and partially gaunt, and sharp angled facial structure, too. Picture Elsa from 'FROZEN'. Except with black hair, and usually green eyes. Because the author said so. B*tch, Loki eats people.-)
Back to flashback's main focus; Loki's eyes were under control, back to hazel. Inwards, she was breathing a sigh of relief; no-one had seen her little metamorphous.
The rest of class had went off without a hitch, and at the end, McGonagall had called Draco, Hadrian, Loki and Weasley up to the front.
"I am very disappointed in you, Mister Weasley, for insulting not one, but three students of a different House –Slytherin no less! - Because of a simple difference of opinion that happened on the train? Twenty points from Gryffindor, and detention. Mr. Malfoy, while I am disappointed in the fact that you argued back, I am pleased that you stood up for your friends, without drawing your wand," the Gryffindor Head turned back her gaze to Weasley, "- another twenty points and detention for that too, Mister Weasley, and I will be writing to Molly." Weasley gulped and nodded his head, held low.
Turning back to His Highness Draco, and continued, after dismissing Ronald, "Fifteen points to you for Slytherin, for standing up for your friends when they were gravely insulted. Though because of foul language, I want you to write an essay on the subject of defending your allies and friends as well as you can." Draco nodded, and waited for Loki and Hadrian. McGonagall started once more,
"And fifteen points to both of you for Slytherin, for standing up for Mr. Malfoy when he was threatened at wand-point, for defending both of you, and ten points more each, for not pointing your wands in Mr. Weasley's face, and keeping your cool. Dismissed." And the Animagi Professor sat at her desk, grading older years' papers, as the Crown Trio left the classroom.~
Ah, flashbacks. Gotta love 'em. Especially when there's a friendly spat in the middle. And 65 House-Points for Slytherin, of course. Oh yeah, they were the Kings and Queen now.
Though, on the second day, it got better. Molly Weasley had indeed been written to, and at lunch, a Howler exploded at Ronald Weasley in a most hilarious manner. This year was going to be fun if it kept on going similar to this. Except for the insulting of her family. Then, someone was going to die. And Loki had thought these exact previous italicized words, when Weasley had sneered at her in a hallway, while she* was on the way to the willow at the lake. (*Loki, not Ronald.) In fact, when Loki had perched herself in the branches once more, Draco and Hadrian heard her start to sing rather disturbingly.
"Draco? Hadrian? Will you help me hide a body? Come on, we can't delay. No one can see him on the floor, get 'im out the door, before he can decaaaaay. I thought you were my buddies. We won't get caught. Just help me and don't ask whyyyyy. Won't you help me hide a body? Weasley doesn't have to be in one piece…"
Hellsing Manor
Integra's Study
For the life of her, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing couldn't find out what Alucard found so funny, until she heard Loki's voice in her head.
"-Will you help me hide a body? Come on, we can't delay. No-one can see him on the floor. Get 'im out the door, before he can decaaaaay. I thought you were my buddies. We won' get caught. Just help me and don't ask whyyyyy. Won't you help me hide a body? Weasley doesn't have to be in one piece…"
Oh, how Integra loved her goddaughter.
A.N.- Well. We get a small taste of Hellsing, and some references to FROZEN. Tell me what you think of Loki's butchered version of the Frozen parody, "Will You Help Me Hide a Body". I might try and do the whole song. ... Anyway, sorry for not updating since 2/25/15. I usually have a new chapter mostly written within the first twenty-four hours of posting the first or previous story chapter. Review, Send Love, Favorite, whatever you do.
Yours Truly, Loki Black.