Surprise
After so much suspense, the day of the ceremony came. Nearly everyone was joyous about the occasion with seeing their parents and grandparents. Guardians of whomever they belonged to. Only there were a few students who didn't welcome the day as much as they would've hoped. Draco Malfoy sat with his father in an abandoned alcove within the library. Everyone was out celebrating before the ceremony so they both knew they were alone.
Lucius Malfoy, stared down at his son with shadows under his eyes. Coming out of Azkaban was hard, but this was even harder. To see his own blood so mournful broke his heart. Lucius himself has a few days to mourn, even if the love that he had with Narcissa was purely a companionship. He loved her once as did the woman.
"Who did this?" Draco managed to say through tears. He, like his father, was dressed in a black formal robe. Except Draco's had a slimmer fit to it since most American wizards didn't have billowing cloaks. His hands were shaking with rage, his breathing very deep and ragged.
"It's still under investigation," the older man sighed in an annoyed tone. "There was no evidence." He sat on the alcove next to his son, picking up a book about flesh eating plants. "There was no rape. Nothing. Just a twisting of her neck."
"Was it a muggle?"
"Unlikely," he answered. "Her wand was snapped in two, Draco. No muggle has the strength or power to do that." The man watched as Draco buried his head in his hands, sobbing releasing into the air. He put his arm around his only living relative left. If only it were he and not Narcissa. She was such a good woman. Cold at times, but still a good woman. She cared for both Lucius and Draco. "You must hold your composure, Draco," Lucius spoke with a soft tone. "I know a lot is going on, but more is to come. :She just of it as the Gods now taking care of her soul."
"Did you put an obolus under her tongue?"
Lucius' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why would I do that?"
He sighed, a small laugh escaping him. He felt tired, drained. "All souls go to the underworld unless the soul is deemed worthy for the Isles of the Blessed. If she doesn't have an obolus, Charon won't ferry her to the underworld. She'll be stuck on the shores otherwise."
"The shores?"
"Of the River of Styx," he answered with a weary gaze. He stood, squaring his shoulders, but the weary look never left his eyes. "I must go prepare," he said without gazing at his father. "I trust you know your way around?"
Lucius nodded, awestruck by his son's knowledge. As he watched him go, he couldn't help the words coming out of his mouth. "Where can I find an obolus?"
Draco stopped, turned his head slightly towards him. "Find Mentor Razmir. He'll get you one." He wiped his eyes of the tears he had, raised his head high, and strode out of the library without a single glance behind him. After the ceremony, he was going to find his mother's killer.
Bonfires erupted with ever changing hues of fire. Olympians girls danced around them wearing their symbolic robes of the festivals. Haphaestus' daughters wore their long flowing dresses in layers of bright oranges and vibrant reds to symbolize their God's rule over fire. Some, the fire elementals, twirled their deadly flames in the air as if they were long talons used to entice their audiences. Then there were the daughter's of Apollo. Their modest strapless dresses reflected the colors of the fires even though their garments were a shiny silver with black layering twirling around them as the men of the house, dressed in nothing but silver loose fitted capris, played their lyres, flutes, and any other instrument they possessed the talent of. In fact all the men were dressed the same, but the coloring was different. Like how Haphaestus' sons had vibrant red ones.
Athena's daughters were seen in golden skirts that ended at their kneecaps dancing with their male housemates with smiles on their faces. Their dancing was very reserved, almost choreographed to be so if one stared long enough. But the most wild of the dancers was the smallest group. Artemis' house had a crowd of their own gathering to watch them dance between the fires. The women wore a short green skirt that was off the shoulder with bronze framing the waist. Their moves were animalistic, and the men showed nothing but masculine power.
Annabelle and two of her housemates were performing the dance of two mates. Their limbs extended to their full capacity with flexibility that only came with dancing for so long. Then there was Rafaella and Nick. Their dance was so much darker. So much more tantalizing. As they moved in sync their eyes would get more and more predatory. Nick lifted her up high over his head, Rafaella arching her back to her moon goddess. When Nick brought her down to earth, she backed away furiously while he stalked towards her. It was a deadly tango of dominance.
The pair of men watched her as she was lifted into the air with her and Nick's lips barely touching. They were both cloaked in black dress robes, their hoods up to conceal their faces. "I never knew you had a daughter," said the shorter of the two.
"I did," said the taller. "Although I regret sending her away."
The smaller man's hand was placed on the other's shoulder. "I should go find Harry," he sighed. "He need a parents today just like the others."
"Good luck."
He chuckled as he walked off. "When have I ever had an ounce of luck?"
The dance was over after a few more minutes and other's took their place. Rafaella fanned at herself, strolling towards the school's late where the giant squid was doing it's own dance in the dead center of it. He followed her, quietly, while a wind made it's way through the castle. Her sweat glistened in the moonlight, and the man couldn't help but be reminded of his past lover.
"Who are you?" Rafaella's voice instantly rang over the air as she bent down to wash the sweat off her body.
The man stopped short, glaring softly. "I believe we both know that answer, Rafaella."
Rafaella chuckled, her back still turned. "So you're the one who completely destroyed my childhood." She turned her head ever so slightly, not letting her eyes be seen. "The won who abandoned me and my mother for whatever the hell goal you were trying to achieve."
"Watch your tongue," warned the man.
"Or what?" she challenged.
"I-"
"Will kill me?" she questioned with anger. She threw a pebble into the lake as she listened to the music being played behind her.
"Killing is too severe," he answered honestly.
Rafaella chuckled darkly, turning to the hood man. "So who are you then? And where's my mother?"
"Your mother," he stepped forward. Rafaella immediately took a step deep into the water. "Died in childbirth." Pain struck Rafaella's eyes, and she turned away. "As for me," she turned back to his words just as he lowered his hood. The shock in her eyes could be seen all the way to the bonfires.
The great hall had been transformed into a huge ceremonial hall. Parents as well as students filled the room and it echoed with their chatter. There was a purple carpet in the center leading up to what used to be where the head table was. Instead it was a round platform with statues of the Gods and Goddess's making an open circle out into the audience. Razmir stood near Ares statue, Headmaster Drennon stood near Zeus, and little Gabrielle stood near Aphrodite. They all wore plain black robes while Gabrielle kept with a deep pink dress. Larila stood in the center of the round platform with Mentor Nico. They stood with an air of authority and were soon joined by Alana. All of them wore the same cream colored robes and once the fires sprung from their spits along the outside of the statues, complete silence filled the hall.
"Welcome," smiled Larila with a grandmotherly glint in her eyes. "We have been called here today by the Gods and Goddesses of our kind to bestow the blessing of the divine to a selected group of students here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," she bowed her head slightly towards Dumbledore direction and the crowd applauded, the Weasley's being the more unenthused. Minus the twins since they couldn't make it. "We thank Headmaster Dumbledore for allowing us to take these fine witches and wizards into our family. We also would like to thank the families of the young men and women for allowing us to bring them into their true destiny. Now, without further adue, let the ceremony begin."
The entire hall grew dark, the platform glowing. In Alana's hands appearing a large bowl of water that was made entirely of gold while Nico held a steaming cup of sort of liquid with a green hue to it.
"May the houses please enter the hall," called the elder.
The great hall's doors opened and Athena's house sprang in, dancing and twirling towards the platform. Once they reached their, they bowed, taking their places along the walls. Apollo was next, singing poems of lost stories not heard for centuries. They bowed just as Artemis' children came in. All five of them carried cardinals in their hands, and released them when they bowed. Then there was Hephaestus' children. They ran in with smiles on their faces, shooting fireworks from their hands. Once they bowed, Larila stared out of the great hall into the corridor.
"Pansy Parkinson," she called.
The hall clapped as she walked onto the purple carpet towards the platform. She wore a long red dress that was off the shoulder with golden trimming. Her short hair was pulled out of her eyes with a golden crown that framed her face nicely. Her eyes were fearful, but she made her way to the front, stepping onto the platform and kneeling before the three.
Larila dipped her hands in the water, trailing her fingers on Pansy's face. "Let the water wash over you. Let it cleanse you of all sins that you have ever done. Poseidon rules this element. Pay favor to him by devoting yourself to your god or goddess."
"Yes, High Priestess Larila," she breathed. She stood, turning to Mentor Nico.
"Drink from this cup. Allow the pain to wash over you. Let it seep into your soul and show you the divine one you belong to. Let them show you guidance."
"Yes, Mentor Nico." She took the cup, bringing it to her lips. As she drank it, Nico ripped it out of her hands. Pansy collapsed in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. She whimpered. There was a white hot pain on her hip and she clutched it while screaming out in anguish.
"Allow the pain to wash over you. Let it seep into your soul and show you the divine one your belong to. Let them show you guidance," echoed the students as the parents of Pansy started to panic. They were rushed towards her when her screaming stopped.
Nico kneeled down towards her, pushing her skirt up until it was to her hips. He stood, smiling. "She has the wings of Hermes. Let the messenger god guide her!" The student echoed, cheering as she was carried off by some of Haphaestus' strong men.
Crabbe followed after her, his god being Hades. His children were known for being Necromancers.
Goyle was also placed under Hade's rule.
Blaise Zabini had his turned, his goddess being Aphrodite.
Neville hesitantly went, smiling at Mentor Nico when he had taken the drink. It wasn't much pain he could feel since he hardly had any sins to bear. His goddess was Demeter with the symbol of the winged serpent. He smiled at this. He would worship her happily.
Luna was next. She seemed more at ease than anyone else. And when the symbol of Apollo appeared on her waist she wasn't the least bit surprised.
Draco Malfoy was next. He walked the carpet towards the platform, shoulders square and palms shaking. The blessing of the water eased some of his tension. Then there was the drink. His heart pounded in his throat and he mouth went dry. As he drank the liquid, he doubled over in pain. He didn't scream though. He kept silent through it until he entire body relaxed. His god was Poseidon. He always loved the water.
Harry, the last one. When his name was called he didn't appear at first. Then he finally showed up. Hermione and Ron glared from their spot, but Harry ignored them. Dumbledore tried to catch it eye, again Harry ignored him. He stared straight ahead.
One he was on the platform, the water that was placed on him gave him a sense of calm. He took deep breaths, wondering how much pain he would feel for the spell he had done. It was a rather nasty spell, but as of now he didn't care. He just wanted revenge.
As the drink touched his lips, he felt no pain. He felt no anguish. It was almost as if he was invincible. That was until it him it. Fire sprang in his veins and he fell to the floor with a cry. People gasped, but none moved. They couldn't. It was impossible to.
Harry's vision went blurry through the pain, but as quick as it came it went. He laid there, breathing deeply. His eyes stared out into nothingness until someone caught his attention. He was a pale man with black hair and black eyes. "Sirius…" he whispered. Only no one heard above the bloodcurdling scream coming from outside the hall. His awe was replaced with a smile. The Satyr had found his victim.
I didn't proof read because I wanted to get this up asap. If you find any mistake just tell me. Review
Reebs