(Vi P.O.V)
I just grab Neville's hand, not caring what people say. I need my best friend if I am going be able to walk around here without crying.
Thank the flames that Neville didn't react on me grabbing his hand. Thank the flames.
"We better head to Gringotts." Harry says. "I need some coins for my school things."
I gulp lightly, I don't know if I have access to my mother's vault, since her wand was destroyed in the event, and someone, my father, forgot to give me her key for it.
I look up at Neville then lean in to whisper in his ear. "I am going wander off, to contact papa about mother's key." I whisper in his ear. He nods.
"Be careful." He whispers back.
I nod to him, as I slipped away from the group. I was glad to see the ally to be full of witches or wizards due to the new school year being around the corner, making it easier to disappear.
I walk down Knockturn Ally, seem the best place to send a chant to my father about my key.
What is a chant? Well, you know how a wizard (or a witch) uses spells for their magic? Well, a chant is the something like that. The chant I am going use is call the 'The Massager'. The massager is like owl post, but without the owls.
I past many odd and evil looking wizards and creepy witches down the stone steps. Few tried to talk to me, but when you're giving a look saying 'talk, and you shall die' they tend to leave you alone.
I know, I should have found a better ally or something better in Diagon Ally, but I can't be known that I have demon blood, pulsing in my veins. Why?
Well, to be honest, demon's blood can be used in two different ways. It's the only thing that can replace dragon's blood. Don't ask me how; this is what I was told. If you dip your wand into demon's blood, the next spell you use will be about ten times more powerful.
Demons are fighters, if you find a way to trick a demon into fighting for you. They will fight for you and in your name tell they have pass out to the dark world. We fight for fun, for our king, for anything to be honest.
Maybe, that's why I tend to talk with my fists then my mouth. That would make sense, now to think about it.
I must ponder on the matter, some more later.
I turn into a dead end, then I got on my knees, placing my hands into a pray.
"Oh massagers of the flames, take this message of my tongue to the king of our people." I chant softly under my breath.
A small fiery angel-like imp appears in front of me.
"Lady Inuzuki!" She says in demon-tongue, to anyone near us it would sound like growls or barks, at least from what I have been told by Neville.
"Hello." I said softly to her. "Please keep your voice down; I am around wizards and witches." I mention lightly.
She bows lowly to me. "I am sorry, milady." She whispers. "What is the message?" She asks.
I nod to her. "Ask my father, if I may have my mother's key for her vault. "I request in demon-tongue to make it easier on the little gal.
She bows at once then disappears leaving a flame for her to return her. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing no one was watching me. Good, no one feels like being a creeper in the ally yet.
I softly hum the tune to 'How Does It Feel 'by Avril Lavinge.
'How does it feel to be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?" I sang softly under my breath, as I wait for the imp to return to me.
I dig into my pockets of my black jeans for my touch screen I pod. I know, kinda weird for a demon-witch to have a muggle item in her pockets, but I love muggle music. I love it with a passion. I type in my four digit code, then scroll through my music, looking something to keep my aura up.
I guess you got confuse by that statement, right? First, you need to know the types of auras. They're three types of auras. The Shaman, aka a muggle doctor or a healer of the wizarding world. Like the doctors or healers. The Shaman heals those who are ill and weak of my people. The next type is the warrior; they are the backbone of the kingdom. They do the fighting, and keep the peace throughout the kingdom. I think Muggles call them soldiers. I know wizards calls they're fighters Auror. Now, the last kind of aura are known to be call Guardians, they are known for making shields around the kingdom or around anything that has value. Far to my knowledge they are nothing to compare a Guardian in the muggle or wizarding world. Demons can be one type of Aura.
Only the royal blood alone has access to all three, but has one type they are best at. For instead, I am more of a Warrior then a Guardian or a Shaman; it's harder and takes a lot more aura to heal or make a shield then making weapons. My father is known as a powerful Guardian. My uncle is the best warrior in the kingdom. At the time being, we have no Shaman. Kinda bad, since we always NEED a Shaman.
Anyway, each demon has a different way to keep their aura in check. Let's say, my own aura takes music of the muggle and wizard worlds to keep it in balance with my witch side. The songs, I listen to has beat or a saying that keeps me calm when I am ready to tear apart body parts of people. It's always a good idea for a demon to have something to keep their feelings in check; demons can be dangerous when they are anger. Trust my word on this.
I turn over to see a wizard coming down the alley, I stomp the flame out to protect the massager demon then slowly get up, and I was cursing in my head wishing I brought a knife with me.
"Go away." I order, using the same tone when a demon gets out of hand. "Or else I will hurt you." I warn the wizard.
The wizard didn't take my warning, since he was coming closer.
"Pretty girl." He said "Such a pretty girl like you shouldn't be here." He got closer, as I got into a fighting stance.
"Leave." I order.
He didn't turn around, last chance stupid creeper.
"Come here, pretty girl." He was close enough to grab my arm. He was about to when I kick him in the gut.
Guess, I kick little too hard since the guy went down the alley, and his back hit the brick wall.
I saw a guy about my age, maybe a year older with white blonde hair peeking down the alley. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a pair of black slacks. As I walk closer I saw his confuse look on his face. I chuckle softly.
"Are you going attack me next?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I was about to stun the guy for you, since it look like you didn't know he was behind you."
"Awww, I got my knight in shining armor here in Knockturn Alley." I tease him lightly.
Was it me or did his face turn little red? Isn't the guy used to be teased?
"Do I get a name from my knight?" I continue the teasing.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy." He states, as his face got little redder.
Hmmm….maybe I should thank him like back home? That would be a laugh. Yes, I shall thank him like back home.
I kiss his right cheek then his left cheek then nuzzle my check upon to his right one.
All was missing a kiss on his lips, but that would make it known to the people of this place, I am dehowhosl or a slut.
"Do I get a name?" He asks, as his cheek turn into a brighter red.
"Maybe, you do. Maybe, you don't."
He was about to say something when we both heard a female voice.
"DRACO!"
We both turn to see a girl about five-seven in height, as you see her white button up shirt tucked into her black slacks. I took note of her rough skin, looks painful to walk to be honest. Poor thing. Anyway, her sharp green eyes were looking toward us as she pulls her black silk shawl over her shoulders. I took note of the black sharp nails of hers.
I kinda want to fight her now. She looks fun to fight, you know?
"Hey Emma." He says as he tries to his blushing face.
"Awww, you're blushing. I knew you had a heart." She teases him.
This girl has to be my best friend! I must get her as my best friend now.
"Umm…Hi." I said softly.
"Hi." She said just as softly.
I have found my twin. Wait tell Neville hears about it!
"I was just chatting with this stubborn girl who won't give me a name." He says.
"Well, blushing boy. Let me gave it a shot." She turns to face me. "I am Emmeryn Curran."
"Violet Demonic, who got lost and felt like praying in Knockturn Alley," I said with pride.
I place my hands into my pocket, feeling my key. Good, the massager knew what do to.
"I hope Draco didn't try to pulls his 'I am a bad boy, and everyone hates me' thing on you."
"He was about to, but you came and ruin it." I said with a giggle.
"Ok, Potter and Weasley hate me." Draco spoke up.
"Which Weasley?" I asked him, sweetly.
"All of them."
"Oh." I look down at my feet.
"Why do you ask?" Emmeryn asks.
"My best friend, Neville Longbottom, is friends with them. I kinda got lost in Diagon Alley." I explain. "Then my key for my vault fell out of my pocket down here, and I was looking for it when Draco tried to save me."
"I have no problem with Longbottom."
This got me mad, he has no problem! He did for the last six years….why does it take me a while to realize silly stuff? Why flames?!
"You better not." I snarl at him. "I remember him telling me you bully him."
"And I regret it; each time I did I felt bad."
"You better have."
"Time out." Emmeryn speaks up. "Draco and I like him. He never truly hate us, he only hated us because of Draco's actions."
I just nod slowly. I am trying to keep myself calm. I don't need to shift right here and right now.
" Hey Violet, me and Draco can help you."
"That would be nice."
They started leading me outside the alley.
( Meanwhile in third person P.O.V)
Neville, wasn't the type to worry about Violet, but when it's been twenty minutes and they already left the bank. The others didn't think much of it, well minus Hermione. She was pacing back and forward in front of the bank.
"Where is she?" She demands at Neville.
" Your guess is good as mine." He states. " One never knows where Vi would go."
" Damn it!" She cures.
" Guys, we should look around for her." Harry points out.
" No need for that." Ron points to Violet walking with the infamous Draco, and Emmeryn.