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Chapter 5

Hathor P.O.V

I ran down the stairs, two at a time to reach the two figures who were bringing themselves to their feet. "You IDIOTS!" I yelled, as I launched myself at them, and wrapped my arms around them in a hug. They caught me, but stumbled and lost their balance, and we hit the floor, the two of them side by side, and me on top of the both of them.

"Hathor?" Blaise asked, looking up at me. "Do you mind getting up, not that I mind having a beautiful girl on top of me, and I'm sure Draco doesn't, either."

I heard a threatening growl, before I was pulled off them by the scruff of my neck, and deposited behind Victor. Blaise and Draco scrambled up, into a sitting position, and then stood.

"Hello? That wasn't what it looked like?" Draco tried. He was looking at Victors claws, which he was flexing.

"Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Zabini? What may I ask are you doing here? How did you even get past the wards?" Remus asked.

"Hathor, you were supposed to contact us via the mirrors when you moved to Order Headquarters so we could alter the portkey to somewhere else!" Blaise said.

"I know. We aren't in head quarters." I said.

"Where are we then?" Blaise asked.

"One of my parents houses."

"One of yours, don't you mean?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, whatever Draco."

"Erm, Hathor, your scar is bleeding." Blaise said.

"Yes, well, I think Voldemort is a little pissed that not only did you turn down his mark, but you vanished from under his nose, but not before you called him an asshole to his face, Blaise." I pointed out. "That was bound to make him angry."

"You saw it all, huh? Right, well, we don't need to explain to you then, at least." Draco muttered.

"Hathor, I thought you and Mr. Malfoy wanted to kill each other." Remus said.

"A clever ruse Professor. We became friends in third year, surprisingly." Draco explained. "It was all Blaise's idea."

Blaise nudged him in the side, as if to stop Draco talking.

"What? Oh, just because you thought we were on good enough speaking terms to introduce you…"

I felt heat rise up my cheeks at that admission as Logan sniggered, Victor growled, and Remus looking… kinda pissed. I cleared my throat. "I think Remus asked you a question." I pointed out.

"Oh yeah." Blaise said, obviously glad for a change in topic. He pulled out a necklace that had a small, round and flat piece of metal. "This is a portkey the three of us created last year. We knew Voldemort was back, and some people would try and pressure us, or at the very least Draco, into taking the Dark mark, so we needed an escape route. We enchanted them to take us to somewhere within a mile radius of Hathor, so we could hide out."

"What about the Dursleys?" Remus asked.

"We just make up some crap about how Purebloods aren't able to be detected as they have no magic blood, and then make threats with our wands." Draco said. "It would be easily pulled off."

"You been bitten by a werewolf Hathor? Or perhaps a Vampire?" Blaise asked. "You look a little like him." He jerked his head at Victor.

"You heard of mutants?" I asked.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You drilled us with what little info you had on them last year, when we asked about possible help."

"Oh yeah. Well, I've recently developed a mutation."

"That makes you look like a cross between a werewolf and a vampire?" Draco asked incredulously. "So, do you change into an animal, or something?"

"I can heal, and have enhanced senses. Same with Victor and Logan."

"Which ones which?" Blaise asked, gaze flitting between the two, sizing them up.

"Have you come into your creature inheritance Blaise?" I asked.

"I asked first."

"Victor, Logan." I said pointing to them both in turn.

Blaise nodded. "Yes, I have, blood lust hasn't kicked in yet though."

"Good. Don't want you to maul Draco now, do we?"

"Who says I'd go for Draco?"

"As far as I'm aware, he's the only human here." I pointed out. "Well done on calling Voldemort an asshole by the way, and were you really about to tell him to stick his mark up his ass before the cruciatus cut you off?"

"Yes. I was."

"Are you sure that you aren't a Gryffindor?"

"Ha-ha. I'll leave the reckless courage to you, thank you very much." He said.

"Wasn't what you said to Voldemort Reckless? Oh, never mind, I'm going back to bed. I'll catch you up with what's going on tomorrow. Night boys."

With that, I sauntered off, back up the stairs, steadfastly ignoring my mounting headache.

No P.O.V

"Would someone care to explain what the hell is going on?" Logan asked.

"Moldyshorts just tried to brand us like a couple of cows with his mark, we turned him down, he threw his toys out of the pram, and we portkeyed here. Hathor saw it all through that freaky connection she has with him, and knew we were on our way; if the portkey worked properly. We didn't really have chance to check that it would. These portkey's are kinda prototypes. Could make quite a bit of money off the design." Blaise explained.

"You trying to hit on my granddaughter, kid?" Victor asked.

"Granddaughter?" Blaise asked, blinking in surprise.

"Hathor's mother was adopted. I think it's best to leave everything until tomorrow. Hathor will be able to explain to you before we leave for Gringotts." Remus said, trying to diffuse the tension. "Every room, except the first on the right are free. Feel free to choose any one of them."

The two boys nodded, and hurried off to find a room.

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