Devil's Childe Chapter Four
Christmas
By the time Yule/Christmas had come to Hogwarts, Loki's butchered version of 'Will You Help Me Hide a Body?' had gotten around through the 'ranks' of Slytherin House, to the point of anyone who wasn't the Crown Trio of the House of Snakes, would bow and say, "Khaleesi". ("Bow to your Khaleesi, b*tches,"). It put a sinister grin on the girl's face, one that made 'His Highness, Malfoy' and 'Khal Ian' laugh like Hel. At least, the authoress thinks she {referring to Hela-} laughs…
"Hey!" Loki exclaims, "Back to us!"
The authoress sighs, and complies.
…
That rhymed.
Snow was falling, making the land look like a Winter Wonder. The humans were wrapping themselves more snuggly in their cloaks and scarves, while Khaleesi Drae walked around like it was springtime. No extra layers, her scarves and hats and gloves were all for looks. She didn't even wear a cloak outside! Which was stupid, since no-one needed to know her father was the Prince of Darkness. Well, he should probably be called the King of Darkness, but Loki preferred 'Prince', as it was more fitting to her cynically hilarious and prank-pulling father. You know, the one that, apparently, was visiting her godfather around the holiday break, and might just be… "stopping by", to see how she was doing, according to the letter she got the morning the list for who was staying for break was getting passed around.
After reading the letter, which was full of cynicism through most of it, until she got to the, "Hey, I'm stopping by. Surprise!" part, Loki groaned, and banged her head on the table. Twice. Thrice. And before we could go for a fourth, Hadrian and Draco pulled her shoulders back, -which was a bit of an effort, now that she was actually a bit stronger, and her shoulder that was heavily bruised was fully healed, and no-one wanted to see that injured again. Not that either "His Highness, Malfoy", or "Khal Ian" would hurt her, nor would they have the ability. The good slam that Weasley (who doesn't have to be in one piece,) – gave her, was a lucky hit due to the silver traces in the door-jams, and the way it collided.
"What's with the head banging," Draco started to question, then finished, "Khaleesi?" with a slight teasing tone. She didn't hand him the letter, but she did show him the folded up parchment, which the platinum blonde knew not to grab. He could deduct from the small smirks and glint in her eyes, that it was a letter from home, going by the small snippets of what anybody knew about Loki's, "Dark Creature Hunting, Cynically Hilarious", Father.
She replied, "Letter from home. Father is going to "drop by"," she impersonated her father, quite well, and continued on, "to see the Headmaster, and "might" just "see how I'm doing." Now while any normal, or excess-ibly social person would have tried for the past three months to pester her about home, and her father, Draco was introverted, and had his two friends, and he knew what he needed to know the most, and didn't bother. He didn't want to talk anyway, unless it was with Hadrian and Loki over class notes and homework, or even just idle 'Coffee Table' chat. If it wasn't that, the three sat in the familiar and comforting silence they revered in, taking enjoyment in each other's presences; knowing that there was someone who cared. No matter what House, inside them, Family mattered.
"What's the matter with our Khaleesi?" Fred and George said, as they plopped down at the Slytherin House table, across from the Crown Trio, the Clown Crown Duo, started to help themselves to waffles. The Slytherins didn't bat an eye at the two Gryffindors sitting in their territory. They were apart of Loki's 'Clan', and they respected Loki. After all, not only was she a Draekova, but she was named after an entity of Mischief, Lies… and Fire. You lie to her, and she will reap chaos, and watch you burn. It didn't matter that she was a first year student. She was a Draekova.
The Slytherins had apparently done their research, that the "Ancient and Most Noble House of 'Drakova', now evolved to 'Draekova'" was a royal bloodline of pureblood witches and wizards in Romania. At least, that what the written lies said. While her father did have pureblood wizard lineage in his family tree, as did her mother, her last name wasn't 'Drakova', or 'Draekova'. It was alias her father's family had used for centuries. Millennium, even, quite a few, dating back to the beginning of the bloodline. So, the only lie was her last name. After all, no-one needed to know… yet. Hel; Draco and Hadrian didn't even know, and they were her best friends!
"Father… visit… Headmaster… "Drop by"… see me…" was all that could be translated from her mumbling, after she gave her head another good bang on the table. Professor Snape happened to be walking by, and scolded her softly:
"Khaleesi Draekova, I'm sure that it is a, great, tragedy to be in the presence, of the Weasley Twins, but, I am sure it is not terrific enough, to put a dent in the House table, and your brain." Now, while anyone else could see that almost as an insult to the Twins, anyone who really knew Snape, and Loki's little 'Clan', then you would really hear the teasing of the Twins, teasing of Loki, yet concern for her, as she did slam her head really good.
Loki made some sort of grumpy, tired, in-pain, 'eh', sound, and lifted her head up carefully and held a hand to her forehead. She feign-whined, "Professor, my head aches terribly, like I've been wracked by the Whomping Willow… can I be excused from my morning classes?" Her acting was perfect. She did seem unwell to a passing by McGonagall, and Ron Weasley, who was just getting to breakfast. Snape raised his brow, and looked over her face. He knew she was acting, but, he also knew how advanced in Transfiguration and Charms she was. At her current rate, she could graduate with seventh year, flying colours, in her Fourth Year- possibly even her third!
"Excused, Khaleesi. I will meet you at the Hospital wing for a small concussion draught, then you will return to your dormitory, and rest until afternoon classes. Understood?" She nodded slowly, and continuing her acting, made it look almost painful.
"Potter, escort Miss Draekova to the Hospital Wing. Malfoy, take extra care with your notes, and ask the professors for her extra-credit essays." The two boys of the Crown Trio nodded, and set off with their appointed tasks. Fred and George even stood up and said: "We'll walk with you too, Loki."
"Yeah, can't have our Khaleesi in bad shape." One of them joked. Loki pretended not to know, (it was Fred). In their little parade of family, Hadrian was the lead, while Loki stood to the right of Fred, and the left of George. George, had wrapped his left arm under Loki's shoulders, while Fred had placed his right arm over them. The group marched out of the Great Hall, not caring about the whispers that broken out around them from Gryffindor. As they faded from the view of the Hall's doors, Dumbledore stood, silencing all. He spoke;
"See there, Houses, the beauty of Family. That no matter your blood, -or your House, - unity is always there. That, is a loyalty, which will carry on. It will be needed, in the years, and trials, to come. Look upon your classmates, Miss Draekova, and Misters Weasley, Malfoy and Potter. Let them, be an example." And the World's Greatest Sorcerer retook his seat. The teachers clapped, and soon most of the student body was too. Ron Weasley, however, wasn't clapping. In fact, he was furious. His own brothers, had chosen that bloody little wretch, as FAMILY, OVER HIM! It was outrageous!
What he didn't know, was that there were two snorting back laughter twins, a laughing Khal, a smirking "Your Highness," and a sing-songing Khaleesi.
"- You've been dead all these years; they say, "Khaleesi, don't laugh," and I have tried to, not laugh at dead you, but I'm in tears…."
At the Hospital Wing, Sirs Fred and George "Crown Clown Princes" Weasley, Sir Hadrian "Khal Ian" Potter, Sir Draco "His Highness" Malfoy, and Lady Loki "Khaleesi Drae" Draekova, were laughing their asses off, at the look of outrage, on Not-Sir, Ronald Weasley's face.
Professor Snape, ever the loving Godfather character, (-don't tell anybody, cause the authoress said so. Snape's okay with it,) indeed met the laughing group at the doors to the Infirmary, to which they all then sobered up, one of them pretending to have the worst headache known to man. Severus hid a smirk, not very well, because the 'Clan'/Crown Trio saw it, but no one else did. Which was good. Everybody else needed to think Snape was a House-Favouring bastard. He kinda was, though he gave the Ravenclaws a little love.
I mean, the Gryffindors are obviously the rowdy drunks, with exception to "Gred" and "Forge", and the Hufflepuffs are definitely stoners. I mean, really? Huff and Puff are in their name, their head of house is the Herbology professor, and their dorm is next to the kitchens. Don't be telling me they're not cooking up some stuff that is not exactly legal. It's why they're the House of Loyalty and 'Friendship'. It's because they all trust each other to not sell out who hides their pot.
And, no, the Slytherins are NOT on cocaine. They're hyper because of the extra sugar they put in their pumpkin juice. I kid you not.
Back to your scheduled program.
Snape handed Loki some sort of potion, which upon smell was a Pepper-Up. He then pulled out a Vanilla Frappe. Where did he get the Frappe? Who cares, Loki wanted one.
"Don't say I never treat you special." Loki gave him an 'uh-huh' in the back of her throat, sucking down the big frappe. Being the one who was asked to escort Loki to the Hospital Wing, Hadrian also got excused from morning classes.
Hadrian and Loki wandered the halls, slowly, when Hadrian asked, "Loki?"
He got some sort of noise back as an answer, as Loki was drinking her Magick Frappe.
"What's… so… bad, about your father visiting?"
Loki had slowed to a stop, swallowing some Frappe with a loud gulp. How could she put it into words? I mean… her father is Dracula! How in Hades' name is she supposed to explain that?
Seeing Loki's hesitance, Hadrian hastily said, every the caring friend, "I mean, you don't have to tell-" but Loki interrupted him with a shake of her head.
"No, it's okay, Ian. I just didn't expect my Father wanting to visit so soon. There's nothing bad about it. I just hate surprises, of any kind. And this was pretty last minute."
Hadrian nodded. He never got any surprises besides Hogwarts, and that was something to be happy about, but he could kind of get an idea of where she was coming from. If Uncle Vernon were to come….
"Hey," Loki put a hand on the shoulder of a thought-lost Hadrian, "Are you okay, Hadrian?" She faced him, both hands on his shoulders, looking into sage-y/sea-glass irises. He was so lost in thought of being beaten, he didn't see the rest of his rag-tag group come over. Loki could feel the hurt he was reflecting on, and she grew mad. Very mad. She herself had "red-ed" out, which was scarier than her "channeling her inner father", at times. And this, ladies and gents, is one of those times.
She swung around, linking her right arm through Hadrian's left. Baskerville had shown up, all six crimson eyes on her angry marching person, as she all but dragged a spacing-out Hadrian with her.
Dumbledore's Office/Tower-thingy… whatever, that's not the fragging point…
Hogwarts, Scotland
The door to his… yes, banged open something fierce. Albus knew as soon as it happened, and Fawkes' trilling, warned him it was an extremely pissed Loki. It was worse than her Father. Who just so happened, to be sitting across from Dumbles. The man in the red trench coat went to smile, but actually faltered when he saw the red-as-Hel storm in her eyes. Loki marched, straight up to Dumbledore, a spaced-out-as-space Hadrian being towed in her grip.
Loki let go of Hadrian's arm, and he plopped like dead weight into the chair next to where Loki's father was sitting.
"He's. Being. ABUSED. You better fix this, godfather, or I will." At this point, Loki was leaning over the desk, snarling her words, like a pissed off evil queen.
Everybody in the room was shocked, to say the very least of understatements.
"No kidding, Lady Authoress," Draco muttered under his breath.
Aw, see how sweet he actually is? He called me 'Lady Authoress', with capitalized letters!
"And how, are you going to "fix", Harrys' situation, Loki?" Dumbles asked Loki, bringing the attention back to the tension filled half of the room.
Loki gave him an evil smile, and said, "What a dragon does best, Headmaster," and swept out of the room. Draco ran after her, wanting to help after hearing his best mates' been abused, while Gred and Forge stayed to watch Hadrian, and pester Dumbles about the problem.
Loki's father looked over at a dazed Hadrian, and immediately sensed the dark magick on the poor boys' head, literally and metaphorically.
"Did you know the boy is a Horcrux?"
Dumbles froze. He knew. Alucard knew. Dumbles evil mastermind plans had been discovered. Damn, Dumbles thought.
"Of course, you did. Why else be placed in an abusive home? So the boy will come crawling to you, as a savior, and you can fill his head with, "The Greater Good"." The man in red stood up to his imposing height, and began to leave, before having Fred and George bring Hadrian with them, Baskie trailing faithfully behind after giving Albus a warning growl.
Loki and Draco's location
Slytherin Dungeons
Loki and Draco were in the Slytherin Dungeons, you being informed thusly by the bold-faced font up there, and the Authoress by being there. They were plotting, only as dragons can. Darkly. Angrily. Evilly. As you will.
They were in an old torture room, which was Salazar Slytherins' before this castle became Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The door smoothly opened, without a screech, thanks to the shadows under her fathers' command.
Hadrian was no longer in a daze, but he was a little nervous about whom Loki's father was, and what exactly Loki herself was going to do. They –Fred, George, Hadrian, and f***ing Dracula- strolled in the room like they (read: f***ing Dracula) owned the place. But, considering this is f***ing Dracula we're talking about, he might as well as owned the place.
Loki barely paused in her angry plotting-pacing, and said: "Father," before resuming. Anger was still rolling off the youngest dragon in waves of heat, literally, as the fireplace was roaring with dancing flames that would accumulate every time Loki paced closer.
She suddenly paused, as tears began to streak down her face. Her godfather, was a lying, cheating, bastard, whom had no true love for anyone. He just played The Game. He played her. The fire in the fire place flared, before snuffing out completely, as if there was nothing ever there.
Her father looked at her almost somberly, like when he found her "sister", Seras. Without even thinking about it, she ran into him, and started sobbing. It was completely abnormal, as Loki only really cried once in her life, and that was when she found out her father really was the "fabled" Dracula.
Alexander Anderson had cut off Alucard's head in a ghoul-filled hospital, just as Loki ran into the hallway, to see Seras stabbed multiple times, and her Fathers' body; headless. She had cried, and then screamed at Anderson, before throwing a blessed blade at him, which stabbed him in the shoulder. It had left a scar, which had gained Loki a great deal of respect in Andersons' eyes, as it scarred on both the entrance and exit wound.
But this? This was sobbing.
Loki pulled back, and was silent, before both Draco and Hadrian had pulled her into a group hug, with Gred and Forge joining, before Draco mumbled something, and they burst out laughing.
Loki turned towards her father, and inquired: "I guess you want to tell them the story now, huh?"
He nodded.
After 'the story' was told…
"So…" Draco sighed.
"So." "Loki Draekova" agreed. The name "Loki Draekova" had indeed been an alias for the daughter of the Prince of Darkness.
Fred put in, "I guess we really weren't too far off with the whole Khaleesi, thing were we?"
"Loki", was sitting in a fancy chair, as they all were, in a nice circle, while Dr- Alucard, had gone off to do who-knows-what to Vernon Dursley. "Loki" was lounging crookedly, with her feet hanging off the arm of her chair, looking at her friends… or not. They hadn't really given her a reaction yet.
"So," Hadrian began, echoing Draco and "Loki", "Vladimeira, huh?"
She gave a laugh, "Loki", did.
"Indeed," L- Vladimeira, said, "Vladimeira, indeed. T'was to be an inside joke, you see, to see if people would catch on." They all laughed, more of giggles, despite the protection charms cast on the huge Slytherin Heir Chambers- a secret chamber, yes, but not "The Chamber of Secrets"- so they could all be comfortable again.
"It's a bloody good little one there, Val-" George said, already giving her a new nickname, as her name in the Hogwarts' books changed to "Vladimeira Tepes".
"-but we're still calling you "Khaleesi"." Fred said.
Cliffhanger, my pretties. This is actually the end of Part Won, and Part Too will be a tad more serious, and to the books. This Part was mostly for craps and snorts, while seeing how the idea would be responded two, while the next peace is gonna be a lil' moar Sirius.
Love,
Lady Authoress Khaleesi Loki Rahu Black