The Fall Of Darkness
by kittenvks
warnings: SLASH YAOI MALE MALE HOMOSEXUALITY! - can't get much clearer than that o.0 also, there will be a bit of angst, lots of fighting, laughing, flamers to the left.
disclaimer: I own nothing, especially not Harry Potter and co.
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Chapter Two: What to do
"We'll have to get her help, you're right, I'm not denying that." Ron was saying as the Golden Trio left the Ministry. They were still debating 'The Watcher' and her protecting Hogwarts, though she hadn't been seen since earlier that week when they'd seen her themselves.
"Her Chosen is probably on the inside of those gates somewhere, love knows no bounds you know. Or, they could have died there in the war. Veelas usually mourn themself to death upon the fall of their Chosen, *but* she could consider it a sacred place and merely be protecting it- it's hard to tell. She did mention the students though, so I'm leaning towards her chosen, or her children, being just inside the gates. It would make sense." Hermione said, walking down the streets of Diagon Alley with them.
"What about the rest of her- what's it called- a brood?" Ron asked, eyebrows arching, "why are they there as well?"
"Yeah, 'Mione, she's obviously a part of a less dangerous brood, I think we should hunt- sorry, find them, and see if they can help us." Harry said. Hermione nodded, scowling only briefly at the term 'hunt'.
"I can help you," a little girl's voice said. Harry jumped back a bit, startled at her appearance. He'd been sure they were alone on the street. Her face was covered in a dark cloak, but Harry pictured her to be no more than nine.
"Hello, little girl," Hermione cooed, going to one knee. The child backed up quickly with agasp and Hermione scowled, "I don't mean to frighten you child. You said you could help us?"
"You'll not capture me- don't try," the girl said, backing up. Her voice broke with fear but there was a strong determination there, "I'll call my godparents and they'll slash you to ribbons." The threat was clear so Hermione held up her hands to show she meant no harm, gesturing for Harry and Ron to kneel with her and they did, albeit begrudgingly.
"I don't want to hurt you or 'capture' you," Hermione offered, "my name is Hermione and this is Ron and Harry."
"I know who you are." The girl said in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest, "look, I just want to help. My name is Kestral. The Watcher as she's been deemed will be back at Hogwarts gates tomorrow, around noon. You may go and speak with her, *or* you can come back to me. I will be at Honeydukes, at noon. I will then direct you where to go. Do not forget."
With that the girl turned and ran. Of course the Golden Trio gave chase but she disappeared into the darkness, without a sound.
"Strange." Ron said, looking around, wand drawn. They were very close to Knockturn Alley and a bit nervous.
"Let's Apparate to our house to discuss this a bit, Harry?" Hermione said. Harry nodded, still peering into the shadows. He had the distinct impression that he was being watched. He glanced upwards, eyes on the rooftops and the sky, waiting to see Death Eaters or a Veela, anything. Yet nothing came.
"Hey, mate, is everything okay?" Ron asked, glancing around as well. Harry nodded and they apparated to Ron and Hermione's home.
"Tea, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, please, I'd love some," he responded, knowing they were safe in the highly warded house.
"You know," Hermione said thoughtfully moments later when she arrived with the tea, "I think we should do as the little girl says. Did you see the way that cloak shifted on her back?"
"I did." Harry said, scowling, "can little Veelas have wings already? I thought they didn't get them till they came of age?"
"You're correct," Hermione said, passing him his tea and nodding, "unless it's under extreme duress, a young Veela will not produce it's wings until it comes into its inheritance on it's seventeenth birthday. But those *were* wings, Harry, I'm sure of it. That poor child. There's no telling what's happened to her. It was probably very painful. Most children that's wings are forced through so early die from the shock."
"So what do we do?" Ron said, gulping back his own tea and reaching to pour more. Hermione always did make the best tea.
"I think we see what she wants," Harry said, thoughtful, "she's obviously under the orders of an adult. To meet in such a public place, it's a show of trust."
"We'll go with shields around us," Hermione offered, nodding, "that'll keep us safe just in case."
"Yeah, Death Eaters never cared about the public." Ron said.