2. Little Hatchlings.
On our way home, Lisa and I kept our heads down and our mouths shut. Even though the chance of Lisa getting either one of us into trouble was very slim. It was usually my big mouth that got the both of us into trouble, but is never blamed me for it. Maybe she realized that I knew that it was my fault and didn't feel the need to badger me with that little fact. And at this very moment, I was so glad that we had come to the silent agreement not to tell our 'protector' about our little adventures. She would surely lock us up in a far and forgotten room, just to keep us save.
We slipped back in the house, using the front door. It was never being used, so it was the perfect method to slip in and out of the hiding place of the rebels. Because that was where we were living. We were being trained to fight in the war, ever since that day at Hogwarts. The day that everything shifted in the magical world and both Lisa and I lost everything we held dear. We had been training for nearly six years now, but we had never been in a real situation, where we not only were fighting for lives, but also defending the one sole thing we both believed in. Freedom.
At least, that was what we had been told since the war had started. I mainly believed in living, surviving, freedom didn't really matter to me at this point. People didn't live forever, they came and went. By the time I would be an adult, a full grown adult, Voldemort would be something in the past. With a little luck the world would be back to normal by then. The way it would always remind it in my head, the way I still hoped it to be yet again in the near future.
"I'm not about to repeat myself Hermione!" a voice shouted aggressively and Lisa and I froze in the hallway, just outside the kitchen. "If you don't keep you little hatchlings in check, they are better of dead next time they run into Draco Malfoy! Babysitting wasn't part of our deal and maybe next time, I won't be able to convince Draco that they aren't way to young for his taste. Because by then, he might be sober enough to realize that is nothing more than a lie." The threatening voice of a man sounded and I could only stare at the swinging door, leading into the kitchen. Was there a dark wizard in the house?
"Don't you dare threaten me in my own house Zambini!" The voice of Hermione Granger sounded harsh and before Lisa and I realized what was happening a tall dark man cam sprawling trough the kitchen door. His robes tangled over his has as he dived into the wall, face first and Hermione came into the hallway. Lisa and I tried to disappear into the shadows, but she had already shot us a look that said we were in trouble, big trouble. But for now, her full attention was focussed on the crumpled man, now trying to disentangle himself from his robes.
"Lets just get one thing clear, before you leave Zambini. Just keep your end of the bargain and everything will be fine. My 'little hatchlings' as you so called them, are able to fend for themselves perfectly. After al that is what they are being taught here." Hermione's voice sounded deadly calm, but she still had her wand raised, as though she expected the wizard to retaliate.
I didn't understand anything about the situation but knew that this wasn't the time to ask questions. I had managed to get into more trouble that I had ever expected. At this point, it seemed the wised thing to do was keep my mouth shut and by the look on Lisa's face, she would whack me over the head with something heavy if I dared to open my mouth. Next to that, I was silently hoping that Hermione and the Deatheater would charge at each other, giving me an excuse to use my own wand.
Blaise Zambini however, just straightened his robes and walked toward the door. But as he passed me his steps slowed and he eventually came to an halt. He looked at me as though he was sizing me up and I answered his look with a challenging one of my own. At that, the brown eyes of the man narrowed ever so slightly and it send shivers down my spine.
"Silly little girl. You better lean to keep you tongue behind your teeth or your it might get you killed one day. There are worse things on the loose that Draco Malfoy, compared to them he's nothing more than an angel, straight from heaven. If you are smarter then you look, you won't go outside for a while, the blonde devil is furious…" The man's voice was a mere whisper, but it washed over me like a cold shower. It felt like the time I accidentally had walking trough a ghost while being at Hogwarts, but I refused to be beaten down be a Deatheater.
"Maybe I don't care about dying, do you really believe I've got something left? I died six years ago, but my body just hasn't caught up with my soul yet. Your kind made sure I didn't have anything left to love, but you forgot to kill the reason for me to fight, myself." I hissed the words at the Deatheater as I took one step forward to show him I wasn't impressed by him. He seemed slightly taken aback, but soon enough a mocking smile crossed his rather handsome features. "What a rude mistakes of 'my kind.' How dare we?" he said mockingly, but before I could blow the up, Hermione stepped in.
"Just shut your big mouth before something comes out that you really don't want to say in this house Zambini," she muttered softly, but the man closed his mouth without making any sound. Next to Hermoine, Lisa was standing, her wand raised, ready to defend me, may the occasion arise. Blaise Zambini decided at this point, that it was better to leave the house, Hermione Granger would be more than capable to reprimand the two girl. She had far more practise in that area than he had. "I will see you Granger," he said, before leaving the house and heading back to the castle where the Deatheaters were currently housed.