A/N: I'm so disappointed. I mean, I try so hard to make my chapters long, but they all end up turning out really, really, short, and I hate that! I can't seem to put

any action into my story. Ah, enough of mumbling and grumbling, back to the story. As the pattern goes, this time it is Laurelle's point of view, but it will turn to

Jodie's later on. I can't include any thanks to reviewers yet, since I'm writing this five minutes after I wrote Chapter 3, so I'll try to include them in the next

chapter. This will be a really, really confusing chapter, because new, dark ideas will be introduced. And, there will be some uncertainty, I know that in the first

chapter, Laurelle made fun of Voldermort, but that's a mistake, she really knows her stuff, read to understand. Alright, start reading and hopefully you like it! My

sister kindly informed me that it was rather annoying the way I always asked people to review so I won't say anything. (Zips mouth.)But you know what you should

do?...

Chapter 4: Python Secrets

Laurelle Kaye

I had to admit, the welcome I received was nothing short of warm. I mean, Jodie was kind of cold at first, muttering things about me, but I expected it, I mean, who wouldn't be

aggravated if their boyfriend received a complete stranger so earnestly? Those two had chemistry, I could feel it already.

The guy, Charlie Weasley, was cute, I could tell. He had that charming hair, which just about makes every girl swoon, and when he smiled, I felt blinded by his teeth. He was

dressed in a black shirt, baggy and big, and khaki slacks, but he looked pretty delectable. I mean I didn't spend my life looking for well, lookers, but I wasn't exactly completely

immune to the charisma some people exuded. I pitied him actually; I was taking out my anger of falling into that horrid Greek toilet bowl on him. I couldn't help it though; he seemed

like such a 'bully-able' person. He was quite quiet actually, I mean, he hardly spoke, other than firing off a few questions to shut me up.

Then, there was Jodie. Jodie was cool. I thought I'd met a lot of people like her, the stuck-up snobbish kind, but once you cracked a good joke, she was fine. I had to be careful of

her though, she looked like she could turn back on you any moment. She was quite pretty, I guess, but not stunning. She had platinum hair and a mix between a diamond and oval

face. No one would say that her face was fleshy, because it was really angular, and she had just the right chin to stick up in the air. I couldn't say she was proud, she was more of

dignified. Not sophisticated, I just couldn't place it. Although I didn't show it, she intimidated me. She had the palest blue eyes you'd ever seen, the kind that would snap to frigid

ice if you angered her. She was stick thin, but looked perfectly healthy, and from what I could see from her legs and arms, there were many hard rings of muscle around them. I'd

have to watch my back.

They seemed perfect for each other, all in all. However, when I mentioned that, they looked astounded by what I'd said. I didn't see why though. I was certain Jodie liked him,

from the way she kept sneaking glances when she thought neither of us was watching her. And the way, that she kept glaring at me when I turned my head. I could feel her

contempt some of the time. Other times, I could feel her pleasure. You see, what they didn't know, was that I had a gift. Not one that was terribly important, but still a gift. I could

sense people's mood as if they were tangible. That was why I wanted to come here to work. I wanted to see the mood of the dragons as well. I needed to find out if they were on

our side, or on the Dark Lord's. I had heard rumors in Greece that the Dark Lord was trying to lure the dragons to his side, by promising them unicorn meat, and I needed to know

if that was the truth or not. Not because I was about to help the Ministry, no, not when they dismissed me as abnormal when I revealed my gift to them, and isolated me. No, not to

help them. I wanted to find out; so that I knew that the wizarding world was in danger. If they were, then I'd contemplate helping them, but for now, they weren't getting anything

out of me.

So, as we hiked through the trees and plants, it was no mere walk in the park for me, in more ways than one. I tried to sense the mood of the general surroundings, but the signals

were all disrupted by Jodie's disdain and Charlie's fatigue. I caught a slight whiff of Dark Magic in the area, and fear shot through me like a dart. I knew the risk I was running here;

if the Dark Lord ever found out that I was nearby, I was literally a sitting duck. His Death Eaters, from what I'd heard, were extremely powerful and would have no trouble

capturing me. I mentally held my breath, afraid that someone could jump out of here at any moment. I wondered with concern if my father was alright. All alone in England, he was

vulnerable to any attacks, and he being a Squib did not make anything better. I felt that sickening sense of dread when I thought that no one could protect him there.

Finally, we reached the building, and I was amazed by it. There were large slabs of stones tiles, and wooden beams near the windows, which were made of mildly tinted glass, just

the way she liked it. For a place so far out from civilization, this state-of-the-art building was made to impress. At least, for me. I wolf-whistled under my breath, and Charlie

laughed at me. Of course, who wouldn't expect that? I mean, he probably saw it a thousand times, and for someone to be astounded by it would be simply silly. We walked a little

more, coming to a stop in front of a large wooden door.

I held a breath, ready to begin my new future, in a place unknown to me, and mystery laced with danger lurking about.

Alright, I know, I know, that doesn't even COUNT as a chapter. Never mind, I needed a prologue for the Dark Side, so yeah. And I can't hold it in any longer…

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