Hi guys! :) Another chapter for ya. I wanted to know Light/Dark Ginny? It really doesn't matter to me, so I will happily allow the fellow readers to choose! If she is dark, Ginny will be in a threesome. Just warning you guys in case you had pairing suggestions.

Do you guys also want me to label the days? I have been keeping track ( still don't know what month I want yet) One last thing! Cedric is the same age as Victoria's year group ( Seventh Year)

Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter

March 20

Saturday

Remus

Trees, rain, water...all my surroundings were blurred as I ran. My time limit was waning, two days is all I had left to find him and return. Severus' words hit me deeply continuing to echo in my mind.

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

His quote caused my defensive denial to instantly rise. I accepted Victoria. Every quirk, flaw, and Slytherin habit my god-daughter displayed. But did I truly?

As I laid in my small cabin Friday night I came to conclusion. As always, Severus was correct. I did not fully accept Victoria. My selfish anger of her happiness with the Malfoys, wizarding Britain's dark's hub, was a prime example. As much of those disgusting, self-righteous light bastards had done to her, to me, parts of me still lingered with them. Holding me back and pushing my wolf down, pulling out the traits I'd displayed the day Dumbledore knocked on my father's door. Inviting a werewolf to Hogwarts.

And truly I was over-joyed. Those feelings of happiness quickly died as I arrived. How was I to make friends? Control my wolf alone? Dumbledore vanished, leaving me feeling forever in debt to the man. I went as far as to argue with the sorting hat, putting me in Gryffindor. Naively thinking this was step one to repayment. Soon everything seemed better, brighter. I had friends! The Marauders, Sirius named us. Friends who worked tirelessly to become animagus' helping me control my wolf. They cracked my shell I erected around myself. What a blessing and curse that was.

Of course friendships are never perfect. James soon became infatuated with Lily Evans, the Ravenclaw. Going as far as to bully the solitary figure of Severus Snape in jealousy. But even as a perfect, it wasn't my place to interfere. I had achieved my goal. I found people who would accept me, shielded me from the outside world who would gladly end my life with a slap of silver. My heart still ached for Severus, though I never fully understood why. I myself could relate to him, my own father locked me in a cage during the full moon, reminding me of the monster I'd become. Yes, I knew solitude and loneliness. The two were my only companions when I had none. But that was the past, I easily cast my peer from my thoughts.

I cast my own silver sword that dreadful day. The day I stopped subtly defending the lone Slytherin. The day James and Sirius led Severus to the Shrieking Shack as I phased to the full moon. Ending our friendship instantly as James won Lily's heart with "saving" Severus' life. It was not the full moon that caused my pre-mature phase. I was entering my inheritance.

Reaching my destination I stopped. Sniffing the air, searching for my sire. Seemingly on cue,twenty wolves emerged. The beating of my heart increased. I knew they heard it. The wolves parted, the largest black wolf with golden eyes padded forward. Only stopping until our snouts were almost touching. Golden eyes studied me with such intensity that I lowered my own. My sire showed enlarged canines, leaning towards my throat agonizingly slowly. Though this could be my death I willingly bared my neck. This is my chosen path. No more hiding. No more making excuses and feeling sorry for myself. This is war, there is no such thing as neutrality and I have accepted that. I accept my wolf, my darkness, my sire, my god-daughter. I only wish, if it is my last, that I meet my mate. He will be mine or I will be nothing. I closed my eyes as I feel hot breath on my fur. Opening them as he nuzzled into my neck, the killing strike I expect never came.

"My wolves. Welcome my cub, my son. Now,welcome him as you welcome me."

Wolfish smile emerged on my muzzle. A snippet of a memory replaces Severus' words.

The Malfoy's...Victoria you could live with me. We could leave Britain, escape and leave peaceably! Why them?I just don't-

Remus.

Her voice was cold, but that was not what made me flinch. Her eyes, those beautiful green orbs were full of tiredness and resignation.

There are no independent people. Even when you are standing aside, you are taking a side. You can never run Remus. We can never out run them. So, I decided to stop running.

I hope Victoria is proud when I see her once again. I decided to stop running too.

OoOoO

Draco

My eyes rose from the latin words as Hermione entered our common room. Arms full of old books and parchment. I simply stared at the witch. She looked...different. Changes entering my mind rapidly as I toke her figure. Hermione's hair was tamed,lying on her head in a messy bun. Brown were shiny and...beautiful.Ravenclaw robes bringing out her eyes even more.

I rose from my chair near the fire, intent to help this woman. Ignoring stammered protests I carried the books to their table. Glancing at the titles as I released my hold.

A Purebloods Policy by Roewind Henswort

Magical Theory by Theland Brosworth

The Magic Behind the Ministry by Lucinda Lux

My slate orbs continued to read titles with disguised surprise. scrolls and tomes only available in old, dark, true pureblood libraries.

"Hermione," I causally asked,"When did Victoria have time to recommend you places to buy these books."

Hermione's eyebrows drew together. Alerting me of my obvious purposely incorrect statement. Wizards like Dumbledore, dare I think my lord, feasts upon her telling emotions.

"I didn't buy these. I was speaking to your friend, Blaise, in the library. He gave me these to borrow." She said, a slight blushing making its way to her face.

Blaise Zabini?

He and I are anything but friends. My actions towards Hermione have been quiet obvious and bold, to any Slytherin or Ravenclaw. I desire Hermione as mine, mudblood or not she is worthy enough. Or she will be. Soon.

"Have you read everything in the library?" I teased. Being rewarded with a surprising smirk in retaliation.

"Knowledge is power. Wizards politics and Pureblood culture is bound to be an eye-opener."

My dear sister oozes of Hermione's new enlightenment. She will be expecting my gratitude. I cannot extinguish the slight disappointment Hermione brought me. As she never willing searched for our ways before. But I must remember, as much as I loathe, she is a mudblood. Purebloods such as I would never willingly mentor them. Victoria harsh-fully shattering her perceptions is nothing but gain to me.

"We have much to learn then, now come." I say smoothly, enjoying her flushed face.

Blaise Zabini..Salazar will be in your thoughts as I visit.

March 21

Sunday

Cedric

The sky was riddled with ashen-ed clouds. A steady wind howled. Disturbing the Black Lake with ripples and the grass swaying. The wind only continued to howl. Still, I exited the doors of Hogwarts in relief. The pressure was over-bearing. My father owling, the first time in months. The simple gesture nearly brought tears to my eyes. He months spent shunning me, his son,over me rejection to continue his job. Choosing the bring the meager Diggery Lordship to prestige.

Truly, am I wrong to believe I am above a mere muggle occupation? We are wizards, my father, my mother is a wizard! Are we not better than muggles, who selfishly use and destroy mother's resources? Squandering mothers true beauty, diminishing her to dust.

I am slightly bothered, am I mimicking Pureblood bigots? Though different prejudices exist, maybe purebloods such as I are only labeled bigots because pure, perfect, clans like Weasley deem it so.

But Weasley's are light, and so am I. Well my family. Everyday my core darkens. I am not a user of the dark arts. So what is it?

And what if the answer to your plea was given. Would you let yourself fall?

I sadly do not know the answer to my minds question.

But maybe she does.

Victoria enters my sight as continue my stroll of rare solitude. She is sitting inhumanly still. Yet an air of serenity emits around her, causing my steps to change. Drawing me to her like a moth to a flame. As I draw closer, stopping behind a tree, my earlier conclusion was proven incorrect. She was breathing. I felt her magic pulsing, as if breathing with her. That's when I noticed.

I was no longer cold.

Around me harsh winds ripped and howled maliciously. None affecting my body. It was Victoria, her magic causing the heightened heat. A flash of red caught my attention before the wind sprung upon it. This time, longer, the red light stayed. Then my brain found the answer. She was producing fire.

Wordlessly. Wandlessly.

My hand found itself covering my mouth as I continued to watch in reverence. Whispered words of awe escaping my lips,"Merlin".

And it was as if she heard me. Turning to my hidden position. The fire stopped, the temperature springing onto my figure. She looked at me with amusement as my cheeks heated with embarrassment at being caught. Though I should not have expected anything less. Victoria was smart, cunning, and a Slytherin.

Squaring my shoulders I walk up to her. Watching her eyes glitter in amusement and brief...pain? It must have been a trick of the wind.

"Earlier, the fire..what..how?" I stammer. She continues to only stare in ill disguised amusement. And suddenly, once again, am I transported to childhood. Of my father's patronizing tone.

"Cedric, sit with me, I will explain what only few know." Victoria says, taking her former spot on the grass. I easily comply. Eager and honored to be told.

"My anger consumed me once, the temperature rose, and I found myself curious to why."

She must be an elemental.

I presented her with my conclusion. "You could be an elemental." Just as I moved to continue to question her, she spoke.

"That was a conclusion I had," She says, agreeing with me. "Enough of me. Why seek me out?"

I slump next to her body as she calls out my misery. Relaxing further when I feel a hand playing with my tousled locks. "Trapped in my own life. Pressured to be the happy, handsome, perfect Hufflepuff Cedric Diggery." Victoria listened for what I guessed who hours. I expelled all my troubles of my status, duties, family, and magic. The sun drew into Morpheus when we rose, our silhouettes showing in the distance. I broke the silence, embarrassed to have kept her with my ramblings.

"Thank you...for listening, I know you'd rather practice."

We continued to walk as we entered the castle, our feet carrying us to the Great Hall for dinner.I received a small push in return. Halting at the double doors, I gently held her arm. Remembering two years of blank stares and jerks. As expected, Victoria tensed in my hold. Though to my pleasure, she did not withdraw.

'Now or never'

I lean down slowly, giving the beautiful girl time to withdrawn from my advance. My lips change their course. Landing into her forehead and nose before I straighten my posture. I offer one sheepish smile before falling to my role.

Cedric never witnessed the three simultaneously occurring events. His magic, once white, darkened once more in a small flash. Green orbs closed in silent agony as Victoria fell to the ground. So unlike the small warmth she felt as Cedric's lips met skin. Draco slipped through the doors as she feel toward cold stone tile. Having felt pulses of agony from his sister. Draco knew of Victoria's and Diggery's friendship. And it seemed someone else just found out. Someone who is highly displeased.

The Tergiversate Effect begins.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter? If not tell me why! :) In case you are wondering, Sunday was March 21, in this fanfiction, it will be the beginning of spring. This is the current relationship with The Dark Lord & Victoria:

The Dark Lord wants her, but does not love her as of now. Victoria is has an unhealthy loyalty to the Dark Lord, adoring him. But does not have enough current desire for him. Much like Bellatrix in this fiction. The Dark Lord will have to..woo her. I originally wanted an always ready for sex servant/master relationship, but I decided against it.

I apologize if you don't like this chapter, or find it boring. It is a filler, a bridge for the tournament and other chapters that I had to cross!