"Mind if I join you." I looked up at the person who spoke and stood over me, while I was tanning in nothing but a hot pink strapless bikini.
He had dark black hair, brown eyes, and a grin on his face.
"Go ahead." I said, pointing to the space left on my beach towel. He sat down next to me, and looked up at the sun. "So how long have you been at camp?" I asked.
"I arrived two hour ago." He looked at me and smiled, "How long have you been here."
"Since I was five." I answered honestly, "I'm a daughter of Aphrodite." He looked at the tattoo on my collarbone and reached out to touch it. My skin tingled at his touch.
"Do you have any other?" I nodded my head.
"Yeah, I have 13 tattoos in total, eight on my back, one on my ne-"I stopped midsentence as my eyes traveled to the spot above his head. My face broke out into a grin, and he tilted his head up to look at the picture.
"Does this mean I've been claimed?" He asked he reached out to touch it but it disappeared the minute his fingers made contact with it.
"Yeah, that sign over your head; it means you're a son of nemesis. And by the way, you never did tell me your name." He looked at me and smiled, reaching out to play with a piece of my hair. "I'm Megan Black."
"Matthew Jones." I checked the time on my watch and sighed, it was time for my shift at the Three Broomsticks, which meant apparating back to England.
"I really must be going now; maybe I'll come visit you tomorrow, if I'm not too busy." I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek before collecting my stuff and leaving.
"The strange man who claims to be a demigod (a person who is half god, and half mortal), has escaped not long after being arrested for the murder of Rosmerta. The man is said to half black hair, brown eyes and is around 6 foot 2. Aurors are working hard to find this man, and any other of these 'demigods'" James read the prophet out loud for Remus and me to hear also. I looked at the paper horrified. Matth-I mean Jones had escaped.
"I'm just going to go for a walk." James looked at me concerned and said, "Want me to come with?" I shook my head and stood up. Walking past a redhead, I recognized as Lily Evans.
I exited the great hall, and my way to the doors. The outdoors would do me some good.
I was having trouble processing everything that had happened, Matth-Jones, was a killer. He had killed Madame Rosemerta, one of the nicest people I had ever met. He had been captured and then he escaped. He was a murderer, he wanted the wizards dead. Matthew, the same person that use to chase me around with a water gun, who would sit next to me during the campfire with his arm around me to keep me warm, who had always been so nice and kind, and was now a murderer. My first love had killed one of the most amazing witches I've ever known. I kicked a tree in frustration and yelled at the top of my lungs.
"You always did have to worst temper, babe." I was about to punch another tree when I heard the voice. I knew that voice, I turned around slowly and found him standing there grinning at me, his hands were in his pockets, and the crazed look that was in his eyes yesterday was now gone. His hair was shny and drops of water fell from the tips.
I looked at him; my eyes were filled with so many emotions, rage, disappointment, relief, joy, lust. He took a step closer, and I took a step back. He reached out to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear, I looked away from him and he grabbed my chin, turning my head and forcing me to look him in the eyes. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away from me. "Don't touch me." I muttered.
He looked at me concern filled in his eyes, "What's wrong, babe?"
"Don't call me that. Don't touch me, don't get close to me, and just don't" I said. I looked away from his eyes, and he only moved closer to me, "You killed her." I said.
"The girl from last night?" He asked taking another step closer. I wanted to take a step back, but my body seemed to refuse. "Babe, Lord Zeus wants these wizards dead, I'm just following orders."
"Well you don't have to, you know. You could just leave them alone, not try and start a war."
"But I don't want war." He took another step closer and now we were only inches apart. Aagain my body refused to move.
"I saw you last night, screaming about how demigods would win, that wizards wouldn't be alive to see what life is like without them."
"Babe." He said putting his hands on my hips and I felt the familiar tingle I always feel when he touches me. My brain was screaming at me to get further away from him, but my body refused to move. "Look at me." He said.
I didn't want to but once again my body had different plans. I looked at him and he pulled my body closer to him till there was no more space between us.
"Look I don't want war, but this war is going to happen and when it does, these wizards won't have a chance."
I placed my hands on his chest, "They would if demigods stopped doing what Zeus told them to do and tried to protect the wizards."
"That is a very good point." He leaned down and before I could realize what had happened, my arms were wrapped around his neck, and I was kissing him.
My eyes grew wide as I realized what I was doing, I put my arms on his chest and pushed him away with as much strength as I could. I looked at him in disgust and ran to back towards the school. I could hear calling my name, but his voice became more and more distant the further I ran.
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"IM him make him think that you ran away because you were confused, get him to trust you, that way you could fool them into thinking that this is what you want, that you want the wizards dead." I looked at him as if he was crazy. "Don't look at me like that."
"Look Louis it's a good plan, but I, I don't want to fall for him again and then end up fighting on their side in this war just because I fell in love. I want to fight for what is right, and I just don't trust myself to stay on our side if I fall for him."
"Megan, this might be the only way."
"I know, it's just, I'm scared." I said not wanting to do this. He let out a frustrated sigh, and shoved his hand in his pocket, before puffing it back out and throwing something at me. I caught it in the air and realized he had given me a drachma. He pointed to the bathroom door and said, "Go, immediately." I glared at him and was about to start screaming when he yelled, "GO!" I jumped and stomped my foot like a little kid before storming off to the bathroom, and slamming the door shut behind me.
I turned around to look at the sink and narrowed my eyes at the sink. Sighing I pulled out my wand and made a rainbow above the sink. I threw the drachma in the rainbow and spoke, "Oh Iris goddess of the rainbow show my Matthew Jones."
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She ran her hand through her hair, just like I always did when something was bothering me. She looked like me too, so did her brother, so much it was scary really. They both claimed to not be related to the black family in anyway, but I thought differently. Just like Christa claimed to not be related to the Malfoy's. But i didn't believe that any other family could have the same platinum blond hair, like the Malfoy's. I would have to get Remus to do some research on the so called 'Steal' family.
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"I honestly don't understand how he could just escape. They should have been more careful, especially considering the dangers this man could cause. I say we kill them all before they get the chance to try and kill us." The Malfoy explained, of course he knew nothing about all the secrets his family held revolving around demigods. "You know people are starting to think that you-know-who himself was a demigod, might explain why he was so evil."
"You don't seriously think that all demigods are bad. There have got to be some out there that are good, there is probably hundreds of demigods out there and only 50 or something are attacking, just like not all of us wizards are evil, and it only seems like the few that are bad seem to kill all muggles." His bespectacled friend answered.
"Hey Al." Said a short girl with frizzy red hair. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the spot behind the Malfoy. Malfoy gave her a questioning look and turned around to see what she was looking at only to have red liquid shot into his face. There was a loud thump and he looked down on the floor was a raven haired boy, he held a dagger in his left hand and was lying down in a pool of blood, but what really stood out was the arrow in his neck. Malfoy backed up and looked around the hallway for any sign of a person. His friend was staring at the dead body in disgusts, and the ginger looked like she was about to barf.
"We should go see the headmaster." Malfoy said.
"He's probably in the great hall with everyone else." Answered Rose.
Malfoy nodded and ran off in the direction of the great hall followed by his friend and enemy.
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"Melanie is honestly bridezilla. Thank god for Louis otherwise I would have to do a lot of the work."
"You're the bridesmaid, it's your job." Jake reasoned only to have me shrug.
I had enough on my mind and Melanie knew this. She was making Louis (aka; Lucius) help her since he just sat on his butt and watched TV all day.
"PROFESSOR! *gasp* 3rd floor *gasp* dead *gasp* body." Scorpius Malfoy had just run into the great hall, with Albus Potter and Rose Weasley following him, and said something between gasps. Something about a dead body on the 3rd floor. I looked at the headmaster, Professor Longbottom. He got up and began to walk to the door. I looked at Christa and Jake through the corner of my eye. All the other professors had stood up and were now following the headmaster. Rose walked over to where we were sitting and gasped.
"I think someone just saved Malfoys life. The dead guy he had a dagger in his hand, he, he was about to stab Malfoy with it but someone shot an arrow at the guy. I saw someone, a girl; I think. She shot him then ran off, she was right in the middle of the hall, she wasn't hiding or anything." Rose explained, her eyes were wide and her face was as pale as the other ghosts.
"What did she look like, Rosie?" Fred asked looking at his little cousin in concern.
"Platinum blond hair, just like you Christa, but short like a pixie style, she was tall, she looked like Malfoy, just a girl version." Rose explained and my eyes grew wide. I looked at Jake and Christa and they seemed to have come up with the same conclusion. Melanie was at Hogwarts.
"Bloody hell." I whispered. James who was sitting next to me put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "I must go."
"No there's a killer out there." I rolled my eyes and pulled myself away from James. I stood up and I could feel all eyes on me.
"Was the arrow in the guy's neck?" I asked. Rose looked at me in shock and nodded slowly. I looked at Jake and Christa and said, "You coming or not?" They both stood up and ran off to where they said it had happened. The teachers were crowded around a person I recognized as a son of the night goddess. Hagrid noticed our arrival and said loud enough to make all the teachers turn to look at us, "OI what are ye' doin' here?"
Neville Longbottom who was on his knees looking at the body looked up at us, and gave us all a stern look. "This is no place for children, you really must be going or I'll have to remove points from Gryffindor."
I ignored him and pointed at the dead body, "He's a demigod, a son of the night goddess." I said.
He looked shocked at what I had just said, but also very suspicious, "and how would you know such a thing?"
"His eyes." I stated simply. All children of the night goddess had the same silver eyes, but the weird part none of them seemed to have a pupil, at least not one big enough for any of us to notice, because they could all see perfectly fine. I looked at Christa and Jake they stood on either side of me. "Go look for Melanie." I whispered. They nodded and ran off in the direction opposite the great hall.