The God-Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 9: Life's Cages
As the sun set Kyra strolled down the streets of London with a cool facade. But on the inside she was aware of every person around her. London was the most dangerous place for her right now, and she had to be careful. Unless they were on their way home, or they were on some kind of patrol, wizards would not be found on the streets at this time of night. So she tried her hardest to blend in with a muggle crowd. She had stuck her wand into the side of her shoe so that the handle was on the inside of her her right leg, but was still hidden by her jeans. She had repaired her shirt before getting off the bus, and fixed her hair so that it covered her scar on her forehead. The last thing she wanted was Dumbledore to hear she was in London, for she didn't doubt he would lock her in a her room forever.
Normally, Kyra thought about consequences before she did something, but this time she didn't. She had wanted to leave America so badly that she didn't even think about what she was going to do once she got to Britian. Hogwarts was a days train ride away, and the only way to even get to the train was through a magical platform. Kyra was pretty sure that it remained closed through the year unless it was holiday. The nearest holiday was Easter, and that was still weeks away. The only way to get to Hogwarts was if she could take the Floo Network, but to do that she'd need a fireplace. But once agian, how could she do that without Dumbledore finding out?
During her deep thinking she had ended up disturbing her magical balance, meaning that with every step she took the ground beneath her foot became like sand and sunk beneth her weight. She turned to see her footprints and groaned when she saw that they hadn't turned back to normal. She had to get away from them before anyone saw, and as she did she tried to clear her head.
"Sorry I'm late," McGonagall apoligized and then looked pointedly at Snape. "Slytherins bullying some Hufflepuff first years in the hall. So Albus, what is so urgent?" Dumbledore looked into the stern old faces of his most trusted teachers and motioned for them to sit in the same chair the Halliwells had sat in 15 minutes prior.
"Kyra has escaped from the Halliwell's home and is now on the run," he informed them. As Minerva looked shocked Severus looked indifferent.
"Did you expect her to stay Headmaster? I told you before that she would do such a thing."
"Yes Severus, I know. Death Eaters had attacked the Halliwells home the day she left."
"How did they know where she was?" McGonagall asked.
"I don't know, but I do want the Order on the lookout for her. She'll end up coming back here, but I want to make sure she's safe."
"We all know that Kyra will not go quietly," Snape pointed out.
"I do not want her captured, only monitored of her whereabouts." The two nodded and stood to leave. "One more thing, Harry musn't know. The last thing I want is him out looking for her." They nodded and left queitly.
Dumbledore got up from his desk and viewed the books shelves behind his desk with intrest. Finding what he needed, he summoned a scroll with the flick of his wand and returned to his desk. His old hands worked tirelessly as he unravled the scroll quickly and looked deeply into it.
On the scroll was a map of Britian; but not any normal map. He tapped it gently with his wand and mumbled, "Elemental Power,". Dumbledore held his wand over the map like a pendelum and the map hummed with magic. He suddenly felt a pull towards London, and concentrated on the town. The map then suddenly zoomed in on the town, showing streets and shops and such. Dumbledore concentrated harder on his target and was releaved when it pointed to a dead end street.
"Fawkes," he called out, and heard the soft bird's caw in return. "Notify to the Order to keep a very close eye on the northern side o London." There was a whoosh of fire and wings and the bird was gone.
Dumbledore rolled the map back up and walked up the iron staircase to his bed for sleep. It was well past midnight and he needed to get an early start tomorrow.
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"What do you mean she's not there anymore!" he hissed. Once agian his prize had slipped between his fingers. Months of planning and careful watching had only paid him a quarter of what it should. But atleast now he knew she was vulnerable and unprotected.
"I'm so sorry master, I shall do better, I promise master," the witch groveled. Voldemort looked down his nose at the crying girl who was currently on her knees bowing to his feet. She was one of the newer and younger recruits; one that didn't know much.
"No, you are off the job. Time is running out and I need that girl now. Lucius! Bellatrix!" he called on two of his most trusted members.
"Yes master?" they said quietly.
"You are to deploit tracking teams throughout the region. Find the girl, capture her, but do not damage her." They nodded and disapperated without another word. "Leave me," he commanded, and the girl along with other Death Eaters vanished with a puff of smoke.
He stood and strolled over to the large window of his current mansion, the muggle woman who had owned it lie dead and forgotten in the basement. His reflection played back at him, and he saw that the potions and blood that he has been drinking were paying off. His skin was stronger, and was now pale from lack of sun instead of grey from lack of blood. He still had no hair, and his eyes were still that of a serpents, but that wasn't important. What was was that he was stronger, and soon, he would have a son to rule by his side.
"She is close Naginai," he whispered to the large snake that silently entered the room "I can feel it in my loins."
A full week had gone by since she had left the Halliwell Manor. Kyra had resorted to conjuring food and water with her wand, and was surprised that the Minestry hadn't tracked her down yet for use of underage magic. She had kept to travling by night, sleeping and mediatating by day, and camping out in the woods. Twice she had asked a muggle the way to Tenport Street in London, the street of the Leaky Cauldron. Both times she had been told to go north. As she traveled she noticed that there were more wizards then she thought inhabitng muggle areas.
A few times she suspected herself being followed, for the person would do something really random, like stand at a lampost, or take a long time checking the mail, or walk their dog really slow. Her quest for Diagon Alley become all the more urgent, for if she could get to Diagon Alley, she could get access to the Floo Network. If she could get to the Floo Network then she could get to her old school, which should be abandoned, and stay there. It had already been attacked once, and the school holds no kind of power, so she figured that Voldemort would not strike there agian. When she traveled she knew that Voldemort would not strike on a muggle street either, she was wrong.
She had been walking for hours, trying with all her might to stay faithful to the north. But fences and ditches and rivers forced her to go off corse for a few miles and into a deep wood. She knew she shouldn't linger in such a place, but she was due for a quick rest. Her first suspition was a young boy who was strolling casually. But what threw her off was the odd clothes he was wearing. He had on purple trousers and a green overcoat that was buttoned up to the neck. His hair was long and was almost like a hood for it put a shadow over his face.
Another person walked through a few moments after, also wearing out-of-the-world-attire. Without question, Kyra stood and walked on with a quicker pace. She noted the fact that the both of the people stopped and were looking at her. Something in her stomace told her something was wrong, and she broke out into a run. When she turned she saw that both people were suddenly wearing black robes and holding wands. She paniced and invoked her powers of air, which was centered in her movement. Leaves and dirt kicked up behind her as she ran faster then ever before.
Something snaked around her ankles and snapped her backwards and onto her stomace. The air was forced out of her lungs and she gasped for breath. She flipped onto her back to see that a woman in black robes was almost upon her. The look on her face was sick and hungry for her. "NOOO!" she screamed, and invoked all of the power inside of her. The forest floor trembled and the wind kicked up; water from the stream she had been at earlier rose into the air in the form of a tornado. With the sun gone she had no sorce to draw upon fire, so she used the more primal source of fire.
Lucius Malfoy stood in awe at the power of the young girl. As she had screamed her eyes had turned completely white, and the elements had gone haywire. 'No wonder the Dark Lord wants her for himself,' he thought.
"Bellatrix, stay bac-!" she had been hit before he could finish his sentence. Lightining had came from nowhere and struck his cousin down where she stood. Immediatly she fell to the ground in a heap, her face pale with shock. The water that had risen from the stream had crashed into him from behind, knocking him out cold and filling his lungs. He had failed to capture her, the Dark Lord would not be pleased, and Bellatrix had gotten the easy way out.
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He had shot awake when he heard a silent but urgent humming in his old ears. Looking to his nightstand, he had forefited hiw own plans and went for her when he had seen the way his wand reacted to the map. It was sticking like a magnet to the map on one distinct spot in the country side of London. Without a second thought he threw on a robe over his night shirt and disapperated before it even settled on his body.
When he appeared on sight the first thing he saw was someone stand...someone- Voldemort. He had an aunturage surrounding him like body gaurds, and in his arms like a prized child was Kyra. Voldemort looked to Dumbledore with a sick smile and as he raised his wand; Voldemort disapperated, the spell shooting through the place he once was.
Dumbledore was a man getting on in his years, so not many things surprised him the way he was surprised now. Had he been anyone else he would have fell to his knees in his failure, but Dumbledore was not just anyone else.
He looked to the ground when he heard strurring and lit the tip of his wand. The light revealed Lucius Malfoy trying to regain consious. Without a thought Dumbledore binded him with a flick of the wrist. He looked next to him and saw Bellatrix and nudged her with his foot. When she didn't move he reached down to check her pulse to find it cold and gone. If he wasn't so furious as it was he would have cared more, but he didn't. He reached down and grabbed the arms of both Death Eaters and disapperated.