Chapter 12:
Chapter 12:
Hey you guys, I know author notes at the beginning of chapters can be annoying and that people usually skip over them, so I don't blame you if you don't read this but, I was wondering what you thought of callie, where you think she is going in the story, what her emotions are like? Thank you for reading, this is my first fanfic, it's kinda fun…
Draco stepped out of the fireplace gracefully, brushing ash of his shoulders. His long legs carried him out of the elegant sitting room, not even bothering to look at it as he walked through the doors. His pace quickened as his arm gave another sharp burn, his legs moving down the hall faster. He stopped in front a set of wooden doors, taking a deep breath before throwing one open and striding into the room.
He took a seat at the almost full table, looking across the wood surface into the silver mask, dull green eyes looked back at him, Nott Sr.
"Ahhh, Mr. Malfoy, how splendid of you go join us."
Malfoy quickly schooled his expression, turning to the end of the table where the snakelike man sat, fingers steepled in front of him.
"I'm sorry My Lord, there was a slight complication at school."
Voldemort raised one eyebrow, urging him to continue.
"It seems on of Dumbledore's pet fighters realized my destination and decided to hold me up, not to worry, I took care of it and came straight here."
Draco looked into the red eyes and saw the slight glint, he quickly rushed to put up his barriers but it was too late, Voldemort pushed into his mind forcefully, causing him to take a quick breath.
An image popped into his mind, one he had lived only minutes ago. He watched again as the beautiful girl walked slowly down the corridor, looking straight ahead, but her eyes were slightly clouded, he watched as she whipped around to face him, watched as her left arm flexed and fisted, releasing the tense position after a minute. He watched their whole conversation in fast-forward, only sinking into the peaceful emptiness when Voldemort left his mind.
"Mr. Malfoy, it seemsss you have been keeping sssomething from uss."
Draco almost winced; Voldemort's voice had come out in a low hiss, promising pain if Draco didn't defend his case.
"Excuse me, My Lord, but I do not know what you are talking about."
Voldemort was standing suddenly, his eyes flashing in fury,
"You do not know what I am talking about? I am talking about the girl you so recently exchanged insults with, the girl who apparently has been living in your school for three months without my knowledge, the girl, who should be dead! A Ms. Calliope Riddle!"
Draco had never wished for the ground to swallow him up with such passion. A gasp was heard at the end of the table, next to Voldemort, Narcissa's mask had finally slipped, her face a mixture of horror, delight, relief, and fear.
"Ahh, does this news excite you Narcisssa? Are you happy the stupid girl survived? If I remember correctly, I sent you after her to kill her!"
Narcissa didn't back down, closing off her face once again, Voldemort pulled out his wand and Draco nearly yelled when his mother fell to the floor, screaming in pain. Voldemort looked down at her in glee, his eyes flashing crimson.
"Narcissa, I will let this mistake slide, this once, but if you ever disappoint me again, I will kill you in the most painful way possible."
Narcissa pulled herself up into her chair, her breathing ragged, Lucious' cold eyes glared at her from under his mask, promising further pain later.
"Draco,"
Draco felt a shiver run down his spine as every eye once again turned to him,
"You told me she seemed to know your destination, please enlighten me on how this is possible."
Draco cringed at the Dark Lord's fake polite tones, knowing someone else would join his mother on the floor tonight.
"She is a death eater sir, or so they have told me, the dark mark is on her arm."
Voldemort hissed slightly, a sign of pure ire.
"And have you seen this mark?"
Draco shook his head, quickly jumping to defend his assumption,
"It was the mudblood, Granger, she saw it when she and Callie fought, but they said something about it being different, apparently it has three scars on it."
Voldemort twirled his wand in his fingers, still looking at Draco,
"And why, where the mudblood and the girl fighting?"
Draco swallowed, this would be the part the Dark Lord would like the least,
"She is…training us, sir."
Voldemort smirked at Draco, and then the boy fell to the ground, screaming in pain as white hot pokers were jammed into his body, as bamboo splinters were shoved under his nails, as claws scraped at his body, as hell itself let loose all its fury on him.
And then it stopped after what seemed and eternity; Draco lay still for a moment, feeling his mind recede into easy darkness before it was forcefully wrenched back to the present.
"And you, Draco, found it fit to keep from me the fact that one of the most wanted wizards of all time is at your school playing teacher?"
Draco gulped; never had the Dark Lord honored another being with such a high title as his own.
"Not fit My Lord, no, I did not know of her importance, I thought she was merely another silly girl who had read about a couple spells and decided that put her above all others, she is nothing special I assure you, she was taught by a squib as far as I can tell."
Draco heard his father tut and his mother sigh in agony, but he failed to see his mistake.
"A squib, Mr. Malfoy, well then you will be happy to know, I taught Calliope how to wield a wand."
Draco felt like fainting, or dying, whichever came first.
"I am sorry Master, I did not mean it, had I known your role in her...education… I would have not insulted you so, what I said about her talents was a lie, you taught her well."
Draco sighed in defeat as the wand pointed itself at him again, surrendering to a night of torture.
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Draco sighed as he finally sat down, his limbs felt like they had been ripped from his body and then glued haphazardly back into place. He felt like he had sat in fire and like he had been incased in solid ice, he felt, terrible. He didn't have the strength to jump when the door opened and nearly screamed in relief when his mother rushed to his side.
"Draco? Are you okay? What were you doing keeping that from him!?"
Draco just shrugged and sighed, happy for his mother's company
"I didn't know she was important, oh by the way, she wanted me to say hi to you from her, do you knew her mom?"
Narcissa's eyes had clouded slightly, a sign she wasn't seeing the room she was in but a memory, one she had long forgotten,
"I use to know her, now she is nothing more then a dream."
Draco looked at his mother carefully, watching as a dark shadow fell across her face as hr sill clouded eyes widened in fear and recognition.
"Draco, what is she like?"
Draco gaped at his mother, his eyes taking in her desperate expression and sighed, taking a deep breath to answer the long question:
"She's beautiful, smart, quick, witty, tough, unresponsive, annoying, sarcastic, sadistic, manipulative, cold hearted, and everything someone could ever want."
Narcissa smiled to herself,
"Yes, that's Callie. How is she, what does she look like, what does she like to do?"
Draco sighed again, for what seemed the 100th time that night and started rattling off answers,
"She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, she has long almost black but still brown hair, it is curly, but not in the frizzy sense. Se has huge brown eyes that seem to glitter with some kind of hidden emotion, yet others times they are cold and dead. She is a couple inches shorter than me, very skinny, lean, has a lot of muscle hidden under her skinny frame though. She has long legs and arms, almost too long but still fitting. She loves to fight, she has almost killed a couple people so far this year, actually killing someone in her group, she made Basilisk venom pump through his veins instead of blood, and it was disgusting. She doesn't need a wand to do magic, she also likes to rely on her body for fighting, she is great at hand-to-hand combat. She is flexible and fast, incredibly sharp reflexes too. But something is wrong with her, like part of her is missing, she almost never smiles, and when she does it is usually at the expense of someone else, she rarely shows any emotion, besides anger, and she never lets anyone in but her group of friends, even some of them don't get to really see her."
Narcissa sighed and sat back on the couch, staring down at her clasped hands.
"She wasn't like that always you know, she used to be quite like that weasley girl you always complain about, always sharp witted and quick with a wand, but bubbly, always smiling. She changed though, something inside her snapped I guess, you have your father to blame for that, along with a couple other things. I used to watch her when she was a young girl, her father gave her to us, sold her actually, we raided his village and he sold her to save his own skin, she trained with luscious for a year then the dark lord took an interest in her, and decided to train her himself, she excelled quickly, almost surpassing his own skills before she ran, she made it all the way to France before we found her, your aunt and I, she knocked out Bella and I told her to run, I crated a scene, making it look as if she was dead, revived Bell and gave her a fake memory of he fight, if you ask her, she'll tell you she was the one to Kill Callie, it'll be quite a surprise to her when she realizes the girl is still alive."
Draco nodded, his brain bursting with questions but it was getting late, and he needed to get back o school before people got suspicious. He walked to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder, throwing it into the grate and spinning off towards the school, and the mysterious girl who occupied it.