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Victoria

I stifled the whimper that threatened to escape my mouth as I was enveloped into darkness. Ironic...pathetic, that even my salvation affects me so. I feel my blood run cold and my body curl into its self another vision hits me. I can sense Draco holding me, see the flashes of spells that move across the Quidditch pitch. Even hear the screams of pain and fright as the contestants eliminate each other in the dark,but none of this registers in my mind. We stopped, Draco began whispering sweet nothings in my ear to comfort me as my demons wreak havoc on my mind once again. I clutched my head as they continued, the sweet cruel,mocking tone of Lily was all I heard.

"What are you doing." she demanded, her tone soft, beguiling,and her words were spoken slowly.

"N-nothing, just looking...mother."

Gripping my chin gently she turned me away from the room I so wished was my own. I didn't allow fear to leak into my eyes as she began to stroke my face gentle, loving touch. Her smile was soft, but green eyes I hated, that we so like my own, were filled with loathing. As they always are when she looks at me.

"I would the fool who were born to her grave." she spoke softly,a small smile spread on her face as my eyes filled with unshed tears.

But I am better than that aren't I?

I deserve to live.

Not rot in an ill-disguised broom cupboard that I once called my bedroom.

I stand unsteadily after what seemed like hours. Soft, cruel, words still whispered to me in the back of my mind. Draco rose with me, looking down into my eyes with more concern than I deserve. I felt over-whelming love towards the man I called my brother at the moment. Draco is, and always will be there for me, that I know. I only wish blood did not separate us, that we were more than cousins. Gathering my compose as much as I could, I slowly withdrew my wand before speaking to Draco.

"Have fun finding Weasel."

Draco smirked slightly, reaching for his wand as he replied,"I'm sure he will stumble upon me himself."

I ducked a purple spell before replying,"Then let me help you. You owe me." disillusioning ourselves I then raised my wand to the air, whispering "Lumos Maxima".

With those words everything shown with a blinding light.

Ravyn

Using my opponents surprise, if one could call her a challenge, I stunned the girl. Moving on to the next student, not bothering to watch her body fall. If not for my own training and gifts I would have also been surprised by Victoria's stunt. Looking around slightly I see her stunning and incapacitating the dazed students. To my left Draco was also doing the same, along with the Longbottom boy. The Quidditch pitch was now littered with unconscious bodies I easily ignored. There were thirty of us now. To my pleasure, Gryffindor's make up the most of the eliminated students. The remaining students have by now grown used to the still lightened atmosphere. Resuming the duels. Stunning my opponent I moved to the side, drawing my gaze to the yelling crowd and the ministry box.

Dumbledore was solemn, I toke vindictive pleasure in seeing the absence of that horrid twinkling. Salazar knows Bella often rants about wanting to rip the man's eyeballs from his sockets. Fudge was on the edge of his seat, resembling a small excited child as he attempted to make conversation with Lucius, who wasn't paying the minister the slightest attention. His eyes were on the forms of Victoria and Draco. Watching as my lord excused himself, I looked away, turning my attention to the pair that Lucius watched. They were quite revetting. The pair cut down the weak students with ease together. My brief worry with Victoria evaporated as I watched her face as she dueled the Longbottom boy. She was quite simply amazing. The Longbottom boy did not stand a chance with the way she moved and casted so fluidly. Bella trained Victoria and Draco her self. If she was not a infamous wanted criminal, she could have been a dueling instructor in another life.

I moved from my position, entering the fray once again. The numbers quickly dwindled down to twenty-four. I sneered at the lack of education Hogwarts presented, the supposedly best school in number of students who were in the tournament dropped in less than two hours. Dumbledore eliminated many needed classes, the standard was deteriorating even in my day. I was shocked to notice Ronald Weasley, second youngest of the blood traitors, was a remaining student. He must have hid himself during the entire match, even Longbottom has more power than this idiot. Draco was dueling young Weasley as Victoria merely watched with narrowed eyes. Weasley grew redder and redder as none of his spells hit Draco, he could not afford to try to attack Victoria either.

"You Slytherin deatheaters! Always ganging up against everyone else. Do you not realize this is everyone for themselves? Huh Ferret!"

Weasley must have forgotten he is being watching by hundreds of witches and wizards.

"Stupefy." Victoria intoned flatly. Weasley's body fell with a thump. The crowed blew out in cheers as round one ended. Only twenty-three students remaining.

This time Dumbledore rose, pushing his wand into his throat his spoke, grandfather tone in place, "This concludes Round One my dear witches and wizards! Round Two will take place next week, the remaining students shall receive a clue Wednesday! I wish you all a light in these dark and dangerous times!" Cheers echoed the Dumbledore's speech. By now my lord returned, staring at Dumbledore for not allowing him to speak. Ignoring the man's speech I made my way to Victoria and Draco.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the sight of billowing black robes and chuckled. If there was such thing as a pure Slytherin and Gryffindor he would be it. Dark Lord or not, Severus would not miss Victoria's, nor Draco's, performance.

March 21

Last Night

Remus

I hurriedly folded my clothes, putting them in my old knapsack. My sire, and his -our- pack accepted me with open arms. Surprisingly. The scent of my sire hits my nostrils, but I continue my packing. I will be gone long, if things go as planned.

Strong, familiar,arms hoisted me in the air and onto his lap. I briefly struggled to break free from the position children are put into.

"My cub, you have just settled in, not yet grown accustomed to the others, and you leave so soon?" Fenir said, hurt so obviously in his tone. It was difficult to remember wizarding Britain believed this man a child molester, blood thirsty killer. Someone you tell your children about to make them behave

"I have to see my mate, each breath without him feels like my last." I say, silently pleading with him to allow me to go. I felt slightly guilty, leaving like this, but I need him. He sighs, releasing his hold on me. I hurried back to my knapsack, finishing my packing.

"If he hurts you I will rip his throat out you know." He says casually, rising from his sitted position. I whirled around with a snarl at his mention of harming my mate. Fenir looked down at me in amusement before turning on his heel and exited my cabin. Finishing, I exited soon after him.

As I walked toward the gates the other bowed and waved to me. I returned their gesture with a small smile and nod. Still not used to the amount of respect I am given.

Just as I reach the gate something catches my leg. Looking down I see Anna, once an abused muggle child until Fenir found her.

"Remy, are you really leaving?" She asked softly. Kneeling down until we were eye to eye I spoke,"I'll be coming back Anna, you know that." I saw tears forming in her golden eyes, kissing her forehead I rose. "I'll come back Anna."

Turning, I headed toward the gate. Forcing myself not to turn back as I began to smell salt in the air.

Scene/Flashback End!

Current Time

"So you came."

"Of course I came I wouldn't miss their tournament Lupin. The question is, why are you here." My mate said softly. Not turning from the scene below him to meet my eyes.

"I toke your advice to heart," I said cautiously,"I joined my pack."

"You did not answer my question Lupin. Why. .Here." His tone was harsher, but I relished in it.

"The same reason you are here to see-" I never finished. My mate slammed me against the wall, if I was human, if I had not accepted myself, my neck would have snapped. "I am not here to see you, I am here for the tournament." He whispered, tightening his grip on my neck.

"S-Severu-s you are my ma-t-" I choked out. Once again I never finished. Severus threw my to otherside of the tower. Hitting the stone walls hard enough to leave an indentation.

"Mate? I know. I KNEW THE WHOLE TIME." He screamed. I made no move to defend myself. I deserved the yells, I deserved everything. I abandoned my mate when he needed me most. I stood shakily, only to fall to my knees once more. This time I made no effort to rise as I looked up at Severus for forgiveness. "Severus, please." I'm begging you was left unsaid, but my eyes spoke for me. Maybe he felt pity for me. On the ground, begging pathetically for something I didn't deserve. Severus' gazed softened slightly.

"Prove it. Prove you deserve me because I know after that night you knew what I was. But you left me alone. You never came, you never acknowledged me. I am a vengeful man, so you prove it Remus. Because you need me more than I need you." Severus said with a sneer. My wolf rolled over in submission and whined. He turned his heel and left. My instincts never lied, and for once I was sure of something.

He needs me, whether he accepts me as his mate or not I will be there. Always.

Draco

"Victoria...are you alright?" I asked. I know she hates to be badgered over, but I can't help it.

"Draco. I'm fine, just tired." She says in exasperation. Before I could reply I hand landed on my shoulder. Turning I looked up to see Ravyn with an easy-going smile on his face that seemed unnatural.

"You two were amazing," He said before leaning down and whispering,"Bella would be in tears."

I laugh lowly, I've never seen Aunt Bella shed a tear, maybe she would for our first successful Avada Kedavra.

"I doubt it Ravyn. We are going to see mother and father, do you want to come?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I would love to, but I must go to Weasley and stroke his ego. Send Cissa and Lucius my regards." With a slight bow, and a kiss on Victoria's forehead he was gone.

I turned back to Victoria, only to see her speaking with Diggery. I resisted to urge to yank her away from the boy and curse him for daring to talk to her so informally. Instead I calmly walked forward, laying a hand on Victoria, halting their conversation.

"Diggery," I nod,"Victoria we are to met my mother, father, and Lord Slytherin. Unless you want to invite Diggery with you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She answered with a smirk of her own before beckoning Cedric to follow us. I felt my eye twitch in mild irritation but began walking. Allowing my attention to be their conversation until I felt something barrel into my side.

Hermione.

I felt my eye twitch again at her uncouth action. "Hermione," I said tersely,"What is it you require?" She most have sensed my quickly souring mood. Hermione quickly released her hold on me, taking an obvious step back.

"Hermione, wait. I...apologize for snapping at you." I said, halting on 'apologize' as I am used to saying the word. Her eyebrows rose at my unexpected apology, she instantly hooked her arm around mine. "You and Victoria were amazing Draco!" She gushed as we walked to our parents. I allowed a small smile to flint across my face. Knowing she is sincere in her praise, a refreshing trait I don't often experience.

"Well," I drawl,"I saw you out there, you weren't bad, Granger." She blushes and I allow myself a smirk of Victory. His voice quickly wipes off the expression.

"Young Malfoy, excellent to see you once again, I must say your performance was astounding. Truly becoming your own man I must say. Introduce my to the young lady on your arm." the Dark Lord says smoothly, staring past my shoulders. I fight my reflex to step between his gaze, removing my sister from his view. Instead I bow slightly, taking the offered hand with a firm shake. "The pleasure is mine..Lord Slytherin. This is Hermione Granger, one of the smartest witches of our generation." I say, smiling tightly as my father turns his eyes on Hermione. Inspecting every inch of her that could deem worthy of the title Lady Malfoy.

By now Victoria and Diggery are with us. The tension escalates as Victoria jerks her left arm slightly, and father turns his gaze onto the Dark Lord

He doesn't seemed fazed. The Dark Lord walked past, gently grabbed Victoria's hand and kissed it.

"You were also astounding Victoria." He murmured against her hand, raising his head to make eye contact.

"Thank you, My lord."

Silence.

'I must be dreaming. Did Victoria really just say that!?' My subconscious screamed out.

The smile he offered left me uneasy. "No need for such an honoriffic, my dear. I must be going, good luck in my tournament, all of you." Only then did he turn to Diggery and offer a curt nod and tight smile before walking away. Halting he turned, looking at me.

"Oh, Draco, may I borrow you for a moment?" I knew it was not a question and nodded numbly. Saying my goodbyes and following him to the anti-apparation point.

AN:/ There you go(that was a cliffy)! The Dark Lord is immature in my opinion. I did not go in-depth into round I for a reason! Round two will be different, of course. Um...I believe that is it! Review? Constructive criticism is welcome (no flames)

P.S: If you figured out who Ravyne is (which you probably have already)don't post it in a review pleaassee