A Dragon's Flame, An Angel's Revenge
By Air Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Cardcaptor Sakura.
Summary: CCSHP A new year has started as six foreign guests are invited to stay at the Headmaster's wish. Everything changes with their coming and will the four diverse houses learn to finally get along as the new guests case a shift in the tide?
From the last chapter. . .
They had enough, each grabbing a Slytherin by the nech collar, the glared at the same time. Bringing them to the center of the room, the stated a phrase in the same time. " In case you don't know, that means that since you insulted a Li, we have right to duel you, winner gets to do anything they please to the loser," growled out Railin.
" Albus, they can't be serious!" gasped McGonagall from the Head Table.
" I'm afraid they are correct, they dishonored and insulted a Li. They are a proud people, strong and brave. Insulting them could be death," Dumbledore replied.
Meiling raised a platform in the middle of the Great Hall. The students learning from what the guests and the Slytherins' explaining. " Let's go! Duel!"
End from the last chapter. . .
Syaoran and Meiling got into a stance, Railin just conjured up a chair and a cup of tea, sitting down and starting to read a book she pulled out. " Railin! Your suppose to fight!" shouted Syaoran, dodging a hex the boy sent his way.
" Why?" asked Railin, turning a page. " I'd much rather silencing them, it's easier and faster."
" But it's less fun," stated Meiling. " Besides, he dishonored the Li name! Make him bleed! Kill him! I don't know, give him a wedgie?"
Railing stared at her, then sighed. " If I duel him, will you shut up and leave me to my peace?"
" Promise," both Li's said.
Railin closed her book and stared at the boy in front of her who what getting very irritated. She sighed again, " I just had to get the weakest one," she mumbled silently. Raising her her right hand, she moved her hand so that it looked like she was holding a staff of some sort. She slowly moved her hand down in a straight line, a form appeared in the air as her hand moved. Slowly, it formed a long black staff with a silver curved blade and a sickle. It could be seen as taller than her, even if she was sitting.
Railin hit the glaive once on the ground and a pole shot into the room, landing behind her opponent. She flicked her left wrist, and automaticaly, the boy's underwear appeared and lifted itself, and its owner onto the pole. The boy began screaming and yelling, trying to free himself from the pole's hold, only sucessing on making a tear in his boxers, falling deeper in the pole. Railin sighed. " You promised me peace, yet here he is yelling!"
" Well, not my fault! Your not even suppose to use your magic, it's more fun to not use it!" said Meiling and she flipped the girl over, dodging a jinx as her opponent got up.
" Fine." Railin dropped her glaive, which disappeared when it was one inch from hitting the floor. Snapping her fingers, the boy was off from the pole. Just when he was gathering himself up, Railing flipped him over, making his underwear fall through the pole again. he screamed even louder, making Railin very frustrated.
" Didn't your mother ever teach you to use your inside voice?" Railin snapped her fingers and he didn't make anymore noise, he only looking like an idiot when he still tried to yell.
" What did you do to my little brother?" demanded Syaoran's opponant.
" I taught him a lesson. You could use one too. What happened to please?" ask Railin, raising an eyebrow, perfectly composed, but secretly smirking. " Honestly, people these days don't even use that simple word anymore."
Many of the Slytherins smirked silently.
" Oi, mate. Look at them! I can't believe she can take care of him that easily. What was that staff thing anyway?" questioned Ron.
" It's a glaive, Ron. I just can't believe she can take her glaive out like that! Or that she can do wandless magic!" exclaimed Hermionie.
" I think they're more to them than meets the eye," stated Harry. His two friends nodded in agreement.
" Can you please shut these two things up, too? Their constant yelling is getting on my nerves," growled out Syaoran as he punched the Slytherin in the face.
" You do it, I finished my duel, you can use the training," replied Railin absently.
Nodding, the two fell into a stance. As their opponents shot hexes and jinxes at them, they merely dodged them and flipped them over. The two students fell to the ground and Eriol began clapping, Tomoyo and Sakura followed him.
" Now that that's over, what do you want to do to them?" asked Tomoyo. Railin removed the pole from sight with a flick of her wrist and the little 3rd year boy fell down on the floor, crying silently. The Slytherins looked disgusted. One of their kind should never cry, in from of everyone or by themselves.
Syaoran and Meiling looked at each other, beginning to argue in cantonese. " You shouldn't have said that, Tomoyo," stated Railin.
" She is right, at this rate, this could take all night," said Eriol, returning to his previous seat at the Ravenclaw table.
" Or forever," grumbled Railin bitterly. Sakura patted her friend on the back and returned to the Lions. Tomoyo sat beside Eriol, speaking in quiet Japanese. Sighing, the emotionless girl returned to her seat, resuming to eating her steak.
" Don't you think you should stop them?" asked Harry to Sakura.
" It's not my job this time, Potter-san, but yeah, their fighting is starting getting on my nerves," Sakura stated, pondering. Turning to Tomoyo at the Ravenclaw table, she shouted," Tomoyo-chan, who's turn is it?"
" I don't know. Eriol?" the raven haired girl answered.
" I think it's Railin's. Railin, if you don't want the job, can you give it to me?" asked Eriol, no yelled, down the hall of confused students. He gave a shark-ish grin to the two bickering Li's.
Railin thought for a moment. " It is my turn," she stated evenly. " No Eriol, you can't take the job. You'll just end up destroying the hall. I'll do it."
" Luck then!" Sakura said smiling. Eriol pouted and Tomoyo chuckled, taking a picture of Eriol's face.
Railin nodded and silently rose from her chair. Out of her long sleeves, she drew a bow and arrow out. Silently, she walked over to the Griffindor table. " Excuse me," she said. Harry, Hermionie and Ron moved over a little closer to Sakura as Railin steaded her arrow where they sat before.
" What are you doing?" asked Ron.
Railin rolled her eyes and answered sarcastically, loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear. " I'm going to kill them," she said. A few people laughed. Then, she answered seriously. " Really, this is a special arrow. The tip is tinted with a special powder that increases an ear's capability of hearing and loudness of hearing."
Railin fired the arrow, it passing Meiling's ear. The arrow stopped in mid-air as the calm girl raised her hand, the arrow flying to her hand. She moved over to the Ravenclaw table, repeating the process, then Hufflepuff, then Slytherin. Silently, she put the bow and arrow back in her sleeve, it disappearing from sight.
" What are they even saying?" asked a Ravenclaw as Railin walked over to her cousin and sister.
" You don't want to know," answered Eriol.
" But I want to!" he answered. A couple of Ravenclaws, Griffindores and Hufflepuffs nodded. The Slytherins remained silent.
" I'll just let them, they'll regret it later," answered Railin. Raising her hand she muttered a spell, the two Li's words becoming clearer.
" I say we behead them! It's better! We can use their body as chew toys for the dragons and the heads as snacks for Fifi and Leon!" screamed Meiling. The three Slytherins in the back corner winced and looked horrified.
" No! I say we just dump them in the dragon pit in the clan palace center. It's quicker and they earn it," Syaoran answered evenly and bitterly.
" Behead!" Meiling yelled stubbornly.
" Dragon pit!" Syaoran said, getting louder.
" Behead!"
" Dragon pit!"
" Behead!"
" Dragon pit!"
This continued on for minutes until Railin stopped them. " Shut up!" she said a little loudly.
The two Li's held their ears. " You don't have to be so loud!" shouted Meiling.
Railin raised an eyebrow. " I'm loud, listen to yourselves."
" I think that Railin did something to our ears, 'cause my ears hurt really badly," stated Meiling loudly.
" I kind of noticed!" answered Syaoran loudly.
Railin rolled her eyes, taking off the spell on her twin and clan leader, sitting back at her seat. Syaoran made his way back to Sakura, clearing out his ears of remaining powder. Meiling returned to her seat, trying to clear out her ears. The rest of the night was in peace, the students staring at the guests occationally.
" Geeze Li, your cousin Railin is a little bit on the loner side, isn't she?" asked Ron.
" She is, but she likes the peace from it," answered Syaoran.
" What do you mean?" the red haired boy asked.
" He means that she likes being a loner. I figured that, when I met her, she's the kind of person who likes it. I just hope she's open up more," answered Sakura with a sigh.
" You think she likes anyone?" pried in Ron.
" Don't think so, why do you ask?" asked Syaoran.
" Ron's interested in her," answered Harry simply.
" Hey! That is not true!" stuttered Ron.
" Please Ron, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out you fancy her," answered Hermionie frustrated.
" A what?"
" Nothing!"
" Well, Railin doesn't like anyone, from what I figure. If she does, then she's really good at hidding it, though I think that's a family trait," Sakura said, eyeing at Syaoran out of the corner of her eye, who, realizing it was she who she was speaking of, reddened a little. " Anyway, I'm pretty sure she doesn't like anyone. Sorry Ron-san, but I don't think you're her type."
" What do you mean!"
" Well, Railin's the type of person who looks for guys who understand her, not mistreat her for her faults. Trust me, she isn't that all what meets the eye," replied Syaoran.
" Well, the make it more specific, she doesn't like people who hate her company. She looks for guys who understand her, not likes her for her looks. She said before that she gets plently of attention from those guys anyway."
" Well, I still think I have a chance. I just hope she isn't like a Slytherin, though. Hey, you think Meiling has a boyfriend?"
The meal ended a little quicker than the students had in mind, hoping to stare at the guests even more. Dumbledore carried out a short speech and most listened. Harry's mind wandered and stared at the six new guests. 'The tide is shifting in this war, I think for the better,' he thought silently. Sakura had noticed his stare and smiled. Syaoran had noticed also and nodded with a steady gaze.
At the Ravenclaw table, Eriol had met his gaze also, but he grinned and nodded. Tomoyo gazed at Eriol with a confused expression, but then saw Harry and gave a brilliant smile and a small wave.
At the Hufflepuff table, near Cedric and his friends, a certain Meiling Li sat there. Noticing Harry's attention, she turned to him and flashed him a smile and a small little wave also.
When he stared at Railin, she met his gaze head on. She said no words and her face held no emotions but the look in her eyes, the understanding frightened him for a second, but cooled. The coolness of her eyes brought a peace to him that he had never felt after Sirus's death, something he never had when he was anywhere, no even with his best friends. He smiled, feeling better. Sakura had said that Railin almost never smiled but for a split second, when he turned his head back to Dumbledore, he swore he saw a small smile, a kind one too. She was definetly no Slytherin, she was definetly a fine person.
That night, in the dungeons, a sixth year Slytherin woke up, panting. In his dreams, he saw a girl, a girl with black, long hair. He never say the girl, but she seemed to know him, and allowed him gaze at the future, at least what he thought was the future. He saw himself in a palace of some sort and then him at Hogwarts, the girl beside him. He also saw the girl protecting him, a scene he thought strange. At the end of his dream, she came up to him from behind and whispered something in his ear. ' What you saw will come true, all of it, will come true.'
" Will they come true," he asked himself. He raised his hand and went through his black hair with his fingers. " Will they?"