A/N
It's just something I've forgotten..
This is my first work, written in english. So, I hope, it will be not-so-bad in translation.
Disclaimer: Here I own nothing, but a plot and maybe some OC's.
Warning: the raiting of this story has his chance of jumping up. I'm just not sure how soon it will happen. There will be slash/yaoi and some bloodshed I'm thinking about right now. Oh, I've almost forgotten about the twincest…
"Miss Granger, it's time to get up." Delicately thin voice sounded, and teenage girl nodded to the house elf sleepily.
"Thank you, Zufi." She said, while covering a yawn, and sat on the wide bed, slipping her attention to the light blue curtains, and squinted from a sunbeam.
Lifting the appeared shirt, she swung her legs off the bed and pulled the light blue pants, climbing out from under a blanket and buttoning her clothes.
"Is Hector at home already?"
An elf, having a bed returned to a proper state with the click of a finger, pinched the corner of his ear in the gesture of regret.
"Master had been working here for about fifteen minutes a few hours ago... He strengthened the menor's defence, fed the guards, checked my Miss and went away again."
"Clear..." She simply nodded and dressed home sandals.
"Where will my Miss want to have her breakfast?"
"In The Blue Dining-room, maybe. Wait... No, there will be too empty... " Hermione shook her head to herself. "In the Malachite one, please."
House elf disappeared, and the girl left her room, heading for the bath. Soon she hid herself in the library and asked Zufi to bring there the promised breakfast.
"Zufi!" She called once again and opened a book, she had been reading the day before. "Look. Can you say: did I picture it right?" The young witch got the sheet of parchment and handed it to the elf, while turning around and looking for something else.
Thin fingers firmly took the paper at the corners, and saucer eyes, hardly squinting, examined submitted.
"Zufi saw her Master, while working, and she can say that this line is placed under the less corner than it needs to be. And this one." The creature pointed to the top segment of a five-finger star. "Does Miss Granger want to conduct the Blood Ritual? Do not do it!" Terrified elf turned an old folio. "Master has innate predisposition to the Blood Magic, The Gift. My Miss will not outlive it; Miss will find herself perished - Ancient Magic does not tolerate neglect and inexperience.
A brown-haired girl looked at the draft with distinct sorrow, but tried to take another turn:
"Is it possible to replace some element, just to avoid the using of blood?"
Zufi thoughtfully placed his fingers on the stomach, rumpled the hem of snow-white pillow-sham with the Family symbol on it and nodded.
"Yes. But Zufi does not remember exactly what the difference will be expressed in..."
"Can you make at least a suggestion?"
"It seems, that a subject will have to appear on the canvas of picture, instead of the illusive reflection."
A girl breathed out with relief and took a feather in her hand, and a quick-witted elf pointeded with a finger toward a draft, which had been lying on a dinner-wagon.
"This line.. Here. Yes, you need to replace it. And add a triangle with three equal segments here. Yes."
"Thank you, Zufi."
"Not a problem at all, Miss."
Having lost the sight of the servant of House, a brown-haired person went to the one of old guest-rooms. A small comfortable apartment was made in light-claret tones. The chandelier contained six flexible segments, which were decorated with the mineral placer of crystal flowers, hung on the not high ceiling. There were three paintings on the walls with one represented man on each of them. The fourth canvas was empty.
"Does Hector know about the ritual, you decided to conduct?" Masculine voice souded, and Granger turned her head toward the South wall, while finishing the draft.
"I have not seeing him for five days already, mr Peverel." She Answered with regret, after finishing with the Latin words.
"Me and my brothers felt the increase of magic background of the menor's defences." Continued Antioch, when an empty canvas showed the not-so-clear ripple of marble-grey color, and Hermione nodded, watching the appearing contours on a dense surface with a disbelieving look on her face.
"What's going on?" The words were heard from the not-quite-clear image.
A pair of wizards studied with curiosity an opened to the view background with the forest, high white building and numerous floral verandas.
"I... Uh..." The teenage girl babbled, while looking at a long-haired, blue-eyed blond; and breathed out, when one of the Death's favourites came for help:
"Young Miss wants to say, that she conducted the Search-of-Mate Ritual. And here you are, representing it's result."
The expected guest shortly nodded, before looking through the room with a sofa and pair of deep arm-chairs and returning his tremulous attention to the witch.
"Let's get acquainted then, My Lady." Bowed a man and became straight, looking into the brown eyes. "My name is Legolas, son of Thranduil, the Prince of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood."
"Why for Mordred's sake does the menor complain, that there is a stranger on our territory?"
Hermione sharply straightened in her arm-chair and smiled, recognising that melodic masculine voice, which called to her from far away. She glanced toward the blond, who had interrogatively tilted his head, and exclaimed gladly:
"Hector, I'm in the Vinous Hall right now! It is all right."
"Cadmus, Ignotus..." Greeted newcomer each of the awakened portraits and softly hugged Granger under the attentive look of the alien.
"Where were you? We have already started to worry." Hermione asked, while answering to the touch.
Dark man with disobedient hair attentively studied the printing with those deep green eyes of his. Dressed in black pantaloons, thin pullover and hunting knee-boots, he sighed disappointedly and dropped the cloak's hood, made in color of gore.
"There is something much more interesting: why did you conduct this ritual by yourself?" He shrugged his shoulders calmly and slowly removed the hand glove for heavy cavalry.
Granger poked the red and black small shield on one of his forearms with her nail, while smiling guiltily.
"Though, not so bad partner you've got here. Lucky you." He shook his head, noticing the sly smile, and looked at the once empty picture. "You are no man. An elf, and the Forest one? Who are you?
The blond smiled with the corners of his lips and nodded deeply in greeting.
"My name is Legolas, son of Thranduil, the Prince of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood."
"Some other dimension?" Landlord bowed his head and introduced himself. "It's Harold Peverell-Black, Lord of the House of Peverell, Lord of the House of Black and adopted brother of Hermione. I am also known here as The Harry Potter.
"How did you know that I am a not man?"
"You may call it an Instinct." Murmured the magician, opened the door, and lifted the strand of his hair in naturally elegant motion. "'Mione, supper will be served in about fifteen minutes." He added thoughtfully and turned around, ready to go away.
"Is it The Blood Elf?" Legolas breathed out amazedly, noticing the sharp tag of ear, that flashed with a red miniature tattoo under a pitch curl.
Cadmus watched the magicians' departure and then turned toward the portrait on the opposite wall and honestly announced his presence:
"Listen here,boy, this is my advice: prepare the guest room in that castle of yours; it seems - our descedant will transfer young Miss to your space this night."
An elf attentively looked toward the three represented men and inclined his head to the left shoulder.
"Today? What's going on here?"
"The stronger man differs in power from the grey mass, the more he is hated… The more he is feared." Soon the answer was voiced by one of the brothers. "I will not explain it further – it's their business. But you see… Hector renewed and strengthened all of the protective domes, that had been surrounding the whole place for a long time now. And now something moves in the direction of our menor with the stable average speed."
"Will he be alone?"
"Hector will not have Miss mixed in his personal problems, but he will never be absolutely lonely. At least there will be his partner – Bucefal or Bucefalus – to help him. Fatuus is a war-horse of the Necros' elite – of the Princes of Death.
Thoughtfully frowning, an elf nodded in understanding and quietly set down on a grass.
Hector was sitting on a window-sill in his room and smiling to the feeling of the cold glass near his cheek, while calmly looking toward the forest. The cloak hung over a chair, that stood beside the untouched bed; the ring with a blood-red stone as well as a magic wand were on the oak nightstand.
The storage cell attracted to itself yet another full of anticipation glance of green eyes. Quiet warning growl was heard loudly from the yard, and the young elf turned his attention to the wolves, who rose slowly to their feet.
"It's time." He muttered excitedly with a small smile on his face and stood on the floor, when a tingling feeling reported on the foreign people, who have already reached the forest.
He went into the next room and sat on the edge of his sister's bed and, having his finger bitten, drew the Dream-Rune on her forehead with blood. The guy made sure that his friend was fast asleep, then raised a witch on his hands, brushed her creamy nightie and left the room. Lord quickly got down the stairs with a priceless body in his arms and turned toward the Vinous Hall.
Putting a witch on a couch, the dark man accioed her stuff and scratched his skin, once again drawing symbols on a wooden frame. Legolas accepted the handed objects, as if using a portal, shock not passed yet; and picked up the sleeping brown-haired woman tenderly, yet again looking at the mage.
"What am I to say her?"
"I've got tired of lying to myself… And that is why I'm going to give them what all of them so insistingly wished for. 'Mione will understand." Peverell smiled. "I will join you two once I'm finished here."
"Well. Good luck to you then."
Hector smiled sincerely, while watching the image fading.
"Zufi!" He called, turning around harshly, and smirked, when the elf appeared with a loud clap.
"Yes, Master?"
"Bring my cloak and the sword from a storage, as well as the Family relicts." The excited voice rang, and the house elf hurried after his Master. "Buсefal should be prepeared in minutes, and the letters - sent to the pureblood families, to those, who are opposed by the Ministry, Dumbledore, The Weasley and other Order's members. Let them know, that the true Master of Darkness requires their participation in the upcoming war."
"Zufi will do it!" The creature boldly answered and disappeared.
The young man came to the stables and stopped in front of the black beast, smiling slyly. Scarlet eyes focused on the man, and Fatuus happily touched his master's shoulder with his upper lip.
"Bucefal, we are so going to shake this world!"
A/N: So, is it readable? I hope it is.