CyberTech Worlds Clash
Chapter 72
Death and Hope
Back on the world of the DUP, Luna Lovegood was a blonde girl with her normally dream-like blue eyes watering in pain, as she fled, exhausted and hurt. Blood drooled down her lips, as she held her stomach in pain while more blood seeped through her fingers, but she knew she had to get away, as they were getting worse than ever.
Lunas had been foolish enough to get on the wrong side of the Order of the Phoenix. She hadn't gone to attack Rosie's new home with the muggles, so hadn't the opportunity to flee and join her best friends, but wished she did. Therefore, when it came to this Order meeting that Dumbledore decided to have at her house, she told them to get lost, as she wanted nothing more to do with them.
Then she was held hostage for two days, in 'her' house, having to listen to them ranting and raving, and that sick prick Ronald Weasley. Though, her bloody lips curled up into a smile as she remembered the agony he must have been in when she managed to get her wand back, and bludgeoned him between the legs when he managed to get alone time with her, tied in her own bedroom, and she was so hungry.
Luna shuddered thinking about it. Seriously, why would someone of her intellect, and dare she say looks; want him? She would rather lose her 'innocence' to a merperson on centaur. She held off her groan as saving herself for the right guy seemed like a wasted endeavour if she was going to die without ever having felt such a passionate embrace. She now felt quite jealous of Rosette and Geanie, and wondered whether they would let her join them one night, before shaking that off, as she had masturbated thinking about that a few times, and didn't think she would even have the guts to ask. Though, Luna didn't think she was gay, she did have gay fantasies occasionally.
Holding herself up on a fence in the alley of the muggle neighbourhood near her house, Luna dripped blood as she peaked round a corner, seeing two young men in robes she hid back. She could practically feel them moving towards her as she panted for breath, gripping her wand tight; she couldn't even run to a muggles house through fear that the muggle would be hurt by the racists before she could contact these DUP guys, she had heard about that dealt with weird criminals with powers.
"There she is!" one of the men called out spitefully as they looked down the mouth of the alley as she had been scooting back, trying not to make any noise, and a jet of red forced her wand to fly out of her shaky hand.
"Get away from me, scum!" Luna managed to hiss out weakly, but they just laughed as if this was a game. "You're no better than Death Eaters!" she muttered, loud enough that they heard and got offended, not having a brain cell between them couldn't even see that she was right, or care that she was hurt. "In fact, you fuckers are worse, because at least the Death Eaters don't pretend to take the moral high ground!"
"Shut it, Loony!" one spat out, raging. "When we're through with you, you'll be left in Azkaban, the Dark Bitch they'll call you!"
"Colloshoo!"
They were all startled, as they heard the voice hiss out the spell and the Order members couldn't move, their feet stuck to the floor, and before they knew it their wands went flying as a young blonde-haired woman stepped out from behind the shadows, her cold grey eyes on the Order members.
She was wearing a long, flowing black robe over her slim body, with a silver-coloured skeletal mask perched on top of her head to the right side with red lines over its eyes. Her hair was tied back neatly, and she look every part of the beautiful young woman she was, apart from the dark circles around her eyes from lack of sleep.
Her wand was aimed at the two men, a smug smirk on her pouty lips as she moved round, surprisingly standing with Luna. "Daphne Greengrass!" one of the stuck men hissed out in anger. "So, Lovegood's joining You-Know-Who! We knew if she wasn't with Professor Dumbledore, she had gone bad; we'll put you both in Azkaban, and maybe you'll get to share a cell since you like each other that much, but why aren't you wearing your mask-?"
"Because I'm not a coward like you fucks!" she retorted without any sign of how pissed she actually was. Her accent was quite the stereotypical English, and Luna had heard her sister plenty complaining about some of her house being retarded, and always thought it was quite sexy, wishing she had a cool accent like her; probably because that type of accent was rare to non-existent these days.
They grumbled, but couldn't move as the Death Eater seemed to actually care about her fellow blonde, as she started using some healing spells she had learnt, just in case, plus her younger sister could be quite the hazard to herself sometimes.
"It's not perfect," Daphne said coolly as she finished her work, "but I've stopped the bleeding and stabilised you, so you should be okay as long as we can get you some medical treatment soon."
"T-thanks," Luna muttered quietly. "Then, I'll need to get to a hospital, preferably muggle, even if it will take longer to heal naturally, Dumbledore and his minions' control too much!"
Daphne frowned at the thought of having to use the muggles, but then internally shrugged as needs and survival came first. "The old man's really gotten that bad?" she could not help but ask.
Luna gave Daphne a bloody grin as she helped her stand, having reclaimed the other blonde's wand, and placing it away. "Yeah, just two days ago he lost about thirty members, killed by the muggles for attacking Nergal, and then another twenty or more surrendered. I wanted nothing more to do with the Order, but they've held me prisoner in my own house since they escaped.
"Ronald Weasley inadvertently helped me escape when he tried touching me!" she spat; disgusted, pleased she had stopped losing blood, as much less left her mouth that time, so Daphne's spells were doing the trick.
"I bludgeon hexed him in the crotch!" Luna said proudly when Daphne had shown her appalled look, but immediately smirked, amused, as that was the correct thing to do. "He still thinks he's going to have Rosie, but her brother or someone apparently keeps beating him up, and Luke Evans will probably flay the little shit if he ever touched her.
"I even heard the Weasley twins have broken ties with their mum, Ron, and one of their other brothers, Percy, I think, as he's a ministry stooge, and their dad has filed for divorce, and kicked her out, and Ron went with her. The Weasley's house burnt to the ground with him in it, yesterday, and thankfully he got out. Dumbledore tried to stitch it to the Death Eaters to get Arthur Weasley back, but he wasn't fooled.
"Then, let's not forget that the Potter's were supposedly under mind-buggery," she added, shaking her head. "Though, on a brighter note of that, the Potter's were captured during the attack, and hopefully getting treatment."
Daphne nodded, frowning. "Everything is going downhill," she said, silencing the goons as they were getting louder as they squeed their love for Dumbledore, The Greater Good, and how they were evil or some such nonsense that was giving them a headache. Daphne helped Luna pass them. She had noticed the anti-apparition jinx, so had to get them out of it before they could get to a muggle hospital.
"Why are you helping me anyway?" Luna asked, curious. "You're a Death Eater."
"It's getting dangerous," she said with a shrug. "I honestly don't want to hurt anyone, but I had no choice, now my sister and I are alone. Dad died, and mum disappeared. I couldn't exactly defect to the Ministry, as my sister and I would be dead already, and well, looking at the Order, I would probably be with you still, only hurt because I would want an out too. Armoured Skill is too powerful to risk fighting with; only the top mage could stand a chance, and I know that thing must come from Nergal, which is why I was looking for you, because you are friends with Rose, and I need help – I need away to defect to the muggles.
"I witnessed Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange…" she said, shivering. "Just yesterday they had taken out Draco, and some others to attack a muggle village, so I tagged along as I've been gathering information that I could use to protect myself if I ever got captured.
"This guy wearing some kind of union jack costume with cowl flew out of the sky and beat them up, not even on a broom. Bellatrix managed to escape with me but we don't know what that corny loser did with the others, probably handed them over to this DUP I've heard about or Nergal or something. We might have stood a chance if Bellatrix and Malfoy took him seriously. This is one messed up world when flying sorcerers come along wearing freaky outfits and capture you!"
Luna couldn't help the small giggle when they paused as more goons turned up, 'beaming' in, in-front of them. Daphne let Luna go as she stood to fight; wand at the ready, eying them, and she knew that she could take them, if they fought one on one, even if she had to fight each of them in a row, like would be honourable in the olden times, before the Great Veil fell upon the world to hide magic, but most bad guys wanted to fight in gangs just like the Death Eaters, and had no honour these days.
"Well, if it isn't a Death Eater and a traitor!" one of them said, and Daphne had to wonder why all of the bad guys liked to chat with their enemies so much, but it did give the good guys (which was surprisingly her this time) a chance to evaluate their situation and then trick them, because minions were idiots.
However, that didn't seem necessary as she went to speak, she trailed off before she began as she and Luna watched some guy with long, smooth, wild black hair down to his waist with slight-tan skin wearing a white tee-shirt clinging to his slender yet powerful chest, and black leather slacks with nothing on his feet. He was rather pretty, Daphne thought while blushing, as he was slim and athletic, about six feet tall.
Daphne could only stare in awe and confusion, as she watched his skin and body shift and change looking painful as his wild and dark eyes became green, and he shrunk and grew boobs for a moment before he reformed back while shaking his head clear, as black lines appeared above and below his eyes, and shadowed his eyelids.
He looked like he was younger than they were, maybe seventeen, eighteen at the most, and was running, his once again onyx-eyes frosty, and clouded with uncertainty and panic. They could see two men behind him, firing some kind of muggle weapon, shooting multiple yellow beams. The boy deftly dodged this way and that without even looking, and before the Order members realised some of them had been hit and killed.
The Order turned, wands raised as the boy came at them, and he seemed to take offence to that sort of thing, as mage weren't exactly a secret anymore. Then, Daphne startled as they watched as the backs of his forearms shifted up like scaled armour, and burst up and out over his hands, in monstrously sharp claws, and slicing through the offending nutters in robes threatening him with twigs, like a beautiful dance as he weaved, and slid, and flipped this way and that, with his claws spilling their blood.
He stopped after having killed the Order members, blood everywhere, skidding to a halt in front of Daphne and Luna, on bare feet, sniffing them, he growled as he saw Daphne's twig, dark eyes tightening with animalistic fury, until she put it away, as he knew exactly what it was, and how dangerous she could be with it. The weird boy with claws relaxed a little and looked back as the remaining two men in expensive black suits charging angrier than the Order had been, firing their guns.
The odd boy went to move, but looked to Daphne as she drew her wand again, and rose a shield. The men kept firing as they got closer, and her shield started buckling under the pressure. However, none of them noticed the clawed-boy leaving and didn't notice anything until the men stopped with claw points sticking out of the men's chests, and when pulled back, they dropped to the ground, dead.
"W-wait!" Daphne could not believe she called out when the boy started walking away, seeming confused and scared, with his claws pulling back into his arms as the plating left smooth skin, and he stopped, looking over his shoulder. "Who are you…? If you're in trouble too, maybe we can help each other?"
He turned round, tilting his head to one side in a decidedly cute manner, thinking. "I was designated Project Beyond, but the woman who gave birth to me… my mother named me Caelan! I believe I understand what you mean. It's been a long time since I was… free to think for myself, but you have talents, and I have talents, so it seems to reason that together we would be stronger, more adapt to survive should we come across more enemies," he finished, and his voice was surprisingly soft, quiet, and with a Southern American accent now he was not growling.
"Exactly," Daphne agreed, nodding. "We have enemies, and you have enemies, so if we're together we can fight them together."
"Will you teach me?" he suddenly asked, surprising her because Daphne realised this boy had no magic, (as she had heard of these Conduits, and realised he was one with some kind of form shifting power), but then she realised that might not be what he wanted, as he continued. "I want to understand about people; why they touch, how they feel. I do not understand feelings. Emotions are a concept that I have always wanted to try to understand, since I was taken, and my mother murdered. My programming in what I am is too much ingrained, but now, maybe I could learn; now I'm free from them. I don't want to assassinate any more people. I want to learn to be me, please?"
Daphne surprisingly nodded as she saw nothing but a penetrating blank look in the boys' eyes, but she had seen emotion before, but they were the worst side, and so very easy to feel. She would have been jealous of that look when she was at school. It was fearless and dangerous, but now she felt sorry for this cute boy for not knowing love, and never having been hugged or cuddled with a little sister, or even big sister.
This made Daphne wonder whether she could take him in as her younger brother, and pamper him with the affection he was lacking, since it seemed he was stolen away for his powers. Caelan looked like he needed a lot of love in his life. She internally agreed. She had a lot of repenting to do, and looking after the young man who knew no better, and helping him learn about the world and love would be a small step into being a better person, as she was risking so much, too much with what she had done in abandoning the Death Eaters.
"I-I'll do anything you need, to help you if you want," Daphne said with a small welcoming smile, and Caelan walked over at a brisk pace, not at all apprehensive or cautious as he just knew this young woman was being honest, as he listened to the truth within the beats of her heart.
"But we need to get my friend to a hospital, first," Daphne said, looking concerned. "I can't levitate her with magic without some mug… umm… I mean humans freaking out, as they're still getting used to us!"
Caelan nodded, not seeing much of a problem as Luna was now leaning on Daphne to stay standing, and showed the human signs of pain in her facial expressions. Luna and Daphne were shocked as Caelan moved; pulling Luna up into his arms, bridle style with the simplest of ease, holding her as if she weighed nothing, and Luna sighed in relief as she rested her head on his chest, with a small smirk, as she wouldn't let Daphne hog the sexy boy all to herself.
"We should move fast," Caelan said looking down at the young woman he was carrying while said young woman held on around his neck gently, as she cuddled her face into his chest. "Normal people cannot heal like I do. I heal fast because of my power. Though, looking, the wounds are not as bad as they seem, and should be easily dealt with, and then we can leave."
Daphne nodded as she took Caelan's arm, startling him. "I'm going to apparate… I mean teleport," she changed at Caelan's look, "us to the hospital, which is near where my house is. I've never been there before, but remember it always made me a little curious. The feeling of teleporting is kind of odd, and oppressive, like squeezing through a gap much too small so don't panic, okay?"
Caelan nodded his head in agreement, and a second later they burst away just as more Order minions turned up to see Luna Lovegood being whisked away by a Death Eater and a slightly younger boy carrying her, and a huge swath of dead Order members. They would tell Dumbledore and the search would be called off for now, but all would know Luna's new elegance, not once thinking a Death Eater might be defecting too, as Luna Lovegood was loyal to her beloved friends, Rosette Potter and Geanie Weasley.
Daphne and Caelan reappeared in a muggle street with Luna near some huge buildings, and Caelan, not liking that form of teleportation, shook off the odd feeling inside and marched into the building with his comfortable blonde passenger. The reception was very fast at calling for doctors and nurses, coming with a gurney where Caelan placed Luna, and they started working as they wheeled her away, leaving Daphne to fill out some paperwork.
Though, as Daphne waited in the waiting room, filling in anything and everything she knew about Luna Lovegood (adding in the fake bits about them being half-sisters), she got some weird looks, but with Caelan standing, leaning against the wall next to her, arms folded, with blood on his tee, and glaring at them they looked away quickly. Daphne realised she should have transfigured her robe into something more muggle-like, forgetting about the creepy mask on her head, but people were curious to see a magical in a normal hospital.
However, it wasn't too long that the doctor got back to them saying everything should be fine, but Luna needed to rest, so they recommended borrowing or renting a wheelchair for a month. So it was with relief that they went into Luna's ward where other young people were and found Luna's 'room'.
The blonde girl was sitting up on her bed, as it folded up, and smiled wide as she saw her two new friends hadn't abandoned her, and she just finished off her cup of tea the kind nurse brought her.
"How are you feeling?" Daphne asked, concerned.
"I'm feeling much better thanks to the pair of you," she said with a sad smile as she winced looking behind, as some muggle police were coming towards them, several of them, and they were armed.
"They kind of realise what we are, probably your robes and my weird injury combined," Luna said sheepishly.
The men and two women came in, closing the door for privacy. "Don't worry, as of yet you are not in any trouble," one of the women said, smiling, a beautiful brown coloured woman with short brown hair, maybe early thirties to mid-thirties. "My name is Candice Evirate, and I have recently been brought into the Department for Unified Protection, and I work as a sort of liaison between the DUP and the police." She was the only one not carrying a short rifle, but had a pistol strapped to her right thigh.
"Well, first, the doctors report says you were very lucky, Miss Lovegood," she said to the hospitalised blonde. "According to the report we got you were hit with what equates to three bullets, which the doctors have to by law report gunshot wounds to us. They felt under the circumstances that your wounds counted in that vein too, and I'm sure in the future, magical injuries like this will come under that law proper.
"So, we're here to take statements and ask who shot you, the normal stuff," she said, patting Luna's hand in a comforting manner as she felt the story should start with the injured party.
Luna sighed, taking a deep breath. "Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the one who managed to hit me after he, and his terrorist organisation," she said using what she knew Luke Evans used to describe them, and feeling odd talking about magic to muggles.
"… they wanted to use my house for their meetings, and I told them to shove off. They held me prisoner for two days when this filthy pervert, Ronald Weasley tried touching me, but I tricked him and got my wand back. I kind of blast him between the legs," she said, causing men to wince and the women to suppress smiles at her 'genius'.
"I got injured while escaping my own house," she said sadly. "I managed to teleport away, but I was to hurt to concentrate, so didn't get far, and they followed me. I wanted to get to London so I could get to my friends, Rosette Evans and Geanie Weasley; Rosette is Luke Evans's sister. So, I knew I would be safe there," she trailed off as the police all shared a look that this girl could possibly be that connected.
"Well, anyway," she continued thoughtfully. "I was tracked, but managed to take a couple weak one's down, I don't know whether I killed them or not…-!"
"Don't worry," Candice said patting her hand as she took the empty seat, holding Luna's hand in a kind gesture, Luna smiled at her with watery eyes, grateful of the support she had. "It was self-defence, and everybody is allowed to defend themselves with as much force as needed, even if it kills them."
Luna nodded, taking a few deeper breaths. "Well, I was weak when two men cornered me," she said sadly. "I don't know what they planned to do, but it couldn't be good, but Daphne turned up and rescued me. If the other Order members haven't found them, they'll still be there, stuck to the floor. Daphne helped me and we thought we were nearly home, as we were clear of the anti-teleportation jinx they put up," she said, saddened that they had to go through all of this trouble to get away from the 'light'.
"We got blocked by a large group," she went on. "They were about to start their evil Dumbledore worshiping monologue, which might have given us time to escape when Caelan turned up, being chased by two men with these blaster gun things. The Order of the Phoenix, an ironic name as phoenixes are supposed to be good turned their wands on him, and he killed them all," she said to which the officers gasped and looked to the soft featured teenage boy in question and shock.
"It was all in self-defence!" Daphne jumped into the story defending the boy, as he just warily watched the weapons, as a good brother should. "They were going to hurt him, and he isn't a mage like us, he's… different. I think some people had done something to him, and killed his mother and kidnapped him, and turned him into some kind of super-bad-arse!" she said, not knowing how else to put it, and with her accent should have been funny hearing, but under the circumstances, not so much. "Go on Caelan," she said with a reassuring smile. "Show them something."
Caelan frowned, but lift his clenched right fist, and the skin and muscle on his arm shifted up into scaled armour. "He's a Conduit," Candice muttered, surprised while the others looked surprised too. "I've never seen a physical manifested power before. I've heard of them, but this is rather amazing seeing one in person," she said as she swiped her hand, and even the police started and looked around in amazement as the room looked, felt, and even smelt like it was suddenly on a beach before it faded away in green pyreflies, while Candice panted for breath. "I'm not very powerful as Conduits go, but my illusions are rather fun.
"But onto important matters," she said with a thoughtful sigh. "Do the three of you have some place you can go, that will be safe while I report back to the DUP, and hopefully, sort some better arrangements for you?"
"I guess, but I'm in a lot of trouble," Daphne said, confused. "I just deserted an evil terrorist organisation of dark mage led by the biggest bad Dark Sorcerer in a century!" she said, panicked. "And I have to hope my sister's home before they murder her to get at me, or worse! Not all of us wanted this… serve or be used, abused, and die. It takes every bit of cunning, and braincell to slip out of ever having to hurt any innocent people."
Candice's eyes widened as that explained the creepy mask. "Okay," she said thoughtfully, as she saw the pains and horrors in the poor young woman's eyes. "Do you live near?" she asked, and Daphne nodded her head. "Right, go back with these two, and try to contact your sister… is it safe?"
Daphne nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, but we have a few other places if they manage to find this house because magic should keep them away, but there can be ways around anything if they have the guts. The other place's they shouldn't even know exist, but I think it will be fine, my sister, Astoria is smart enough to know not to let other Death Eater's in the house, except for my best friend, she is loyal to me over anyone, probably because I'm more fun and she loves me like a sister, she can be weird, but we all hate it, and we want out, so bad."
"Okay," Candice said, thinking on it. "I'll try to get into contact with Luke Evans of Nergal too, and inform him of you, and I'm certain he'll send a pick up personally, and once out of here and with him, you'll have the full protection of Nergal and the DUP. If they haven't already found out, which is a possibility, they could arrive whenever."
"Thank you," Daphne said so humbled that this woman would be so kind to her and her friends. She gave the policewoman her address so she had a location to send them rescuers.
They managed to secure a fairly okay wheelchair, but Daphne promised to buy Luna a better one ASAP, one of those electric ones Candice mentioned before she led them out, offering them a ride in the car, but Daphne didn't live too far so they walked.
Once in the large cottage Daphne called out and Bitsy, the House-Elf appeared, and she was very happy to look after Luna and levitate her up the stairs to show them their rooms. Then back downstairs to the lounge where an annoyed blonde with short hair sat waiting with her left eye covered with a square white eye patch that was held on with elastic around both ears over her face, wearing Death Eater robes and a black mask next to her with a blood red hand print on it.
Also in the room was another Death Eater with long brown hair, and pale dark skin, and greyish-brown eyes, and her silver and blue mask, with fangs going vertical was on top of her head, almost like a hat, making her look cuter. She had quite a bit of blood covering her robes, but then looking more, so did the slightly younger of the two, just nowhere near as much.
"Daphne!" the angry beauty of a blonde hissed out, clearly fuming, blood on her face and around the eye patch dried up. "I have been led to believe that you… you saved two muggle girls from some of the others, slaughtered Death Eaters and escaped with the girls. Then for my punishment for your weakness is my fucking eye!" she spat standing up. "If it weren't for Tracey, killing the crap out of them, I would have been raped for my first time by filthy fucking scum, and then murdered! I hadn't the chance to even fight back; they just jumped me!"
Daphne looked away from her sister, feeling sick. "I couldn't let them, not anymore," she replied quietly. "The humans know about us. The humans are extraordinarily powerful with weapons and things they made just to kill or protect!" she spat back, but feeling bad for her sister, she relaxed. "It makes me feel like I have eaten dung, hearing the screams, the pleas, and finally seeing their naked and brutalised bodies, having to bury them and beg the goddess forgiveness, a forgiveness I know I don't deserve!"
Astoria deflated as she thought of times when she had to do that. "I… I know, but… the world is getting complicated. The muggles know about us, and have managed to kill us, yet worse, Dumbledore is not even playing right anymore! He's fighting against the muggles when they have every right to fight us and protect themselves."
"We should get you to an eye specialist, get it replaced, and we can even add some cool features if you want," Daphne said as her sister was finally pulled into her arms sobbing and whimpering in despair, but she would get over it soon – she always did, as she was stronger than she wanted to be. "We can get out of this. We can't go to Dumbledore or the ministry, but we can go to the muggles," she said, accepting some rebuke but felt the nod in her breasts as her sister's face was buried.
"So that's our last resort?" Tracey asked; startling them as she looked like the idea was funny. "We go running and crying to Potter or Evans or whatever, and hope she can protect us?"
"No, we go to her brother, and the DUP," Luna said, rolling her eyes as Tracey finally took note of her and Caelan, and remembering Luke Evans from a newspaper picture and how hot he is, trying not to lick her lips, even just thinking about him.
"Oh great, you've pissed off Dumbledore and his minions too," she replied, actually laughing here, but still thinking of Luke and what he might be packing, before she did take note of the boy Daphne brought home, and wondered whether he might be worthy of her first time before shaking that thought away and continuing. "I hope you've chosen our new side well because I don't want to die. Yeah, I also don't want to listen to screams of pain and women begging to die anymore, or worse, dispose of their bodies. So, what's the plan?"
"We have met with a DUP agent, and she said she'll try to contact, Nergal, as well," she said while cuddling her sister, stroking her hair. "Once they know Luna's here, I bet Rosette will come herself, and take us with her. You know she's a good person and-."
"I made out with her once," Astoria startled them, pulling back from Daphne's embrace while she smirked, amused even through puffy grey eyed. "It was a dare. It was the Slytherin girls in my year; they were teasing me, saying I was a coward, and I said I'm not, and it kind of went on like that for a while before one of them. I can't think who, said that I should prove it by walking up to anyone they tell me to and shoving my tongue in their mouth and snogging them.
"Well, we were searching for someone when we saw Rosette Potter just going into the bathroom. I'll admit I was surprised when I had to dodge a pretty-nasty curse. We were just going to bait her a little to keep up my 'anti'-Potter persona, but seeing the gorgeous good girl use a dark spell kind of turned me on, so I told them I'm the bravest Slytherin and stuck my tongue down her throat before she could fire again.
"I even grabbed her arse, but I was pretty stunned when she wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, and it kind of got me even more excited. We must have been kissing and groping for half an hour. My dorm mates were complete zombies with shock for a while after and a confused Geanie Weasley and Hermione Granger had turned up at some point.
"Funny thing was I heard Potter say, and I quote, 'see Gene; I do have the guts to make out with a Slytherin babe'. They were probably already doing things if the papers are right about them two, probably in denial, you know, what happens during a sleepover, stays there?" she finished off wiping her eye dry with a smile. "Those were some good times, and that was my favourite kiss, and secretly I'll admit, my first, and only."
Daphne just shook her head while Tracey started squeezing out more details from Astoria, excited, and laughing when Daphne was startled as Caelan had moved close, looking at her strangely.
"Kiss?" he asked, certainly baffled. "It is the act of placing lips to lips, but I did not know that it included sliding tongues into mouths," he said, thoughtful while Daphne did not want to think where this was going, but knew it was going there no matter what she tried, and okay, she was hoping it was going there, as he was super cute, and had a pretty awesome power, so whether their children were conduits, or mages, it wouldn't matter, as either would be cool by her. "I want to try kissing you," he said, which cause Astoria and Tracey to look over, surprised, wide eyed, as Daphne was normally the voice of normalcy with them, though they loved her to bits, and the cute boy had balls and then some to just out and ask something like that.
"Is there something wrong with that cutie?" Astoria asked Luna, baffled by the odd boys, (Caelan's) expression.
"His names Caelan," Luna began sweetly. "The muggles had turned him into a weapon," she replied, shocking them, and dampening their fun by quite a bit. "He just doesn't understand the simplest of normal human things, including emotions, so Daphne offered to try teaching him about it all."
"Oh, I'll kiss you," Astoria said, surprising them as she licked her lips eagerly as she checked out the tan beauty. Caelan looked to her in wonder before shaking his head.
"I do not know how to kiss yet," he replied softly, surprising them that he did not say no. "Daphne has agreed to help me with all of my learning needs. If you still wish to kiss me, after I have learnt how, if I enjoy the experience, you can kiss me all you like, and I'll even know how to kiss back!"
"Not exactly what I meant," Astoria pouted. "I lose an eye and Daphne gets the action with a sexy boy. So not fair," she muttered sulkily while Tracey was giggling.
"Okay," Daphne said with an embarrassed smile, taking Caelan's hand while her heart pounded on her ribcage. "But let's go to my room where we'll have some privacy. After all, I did agree to help you and teach you, and I'm a girl of my word," she said while Caelan nodded in agreement and allowed himself to be lead away from Daphne's pervy sister before she corrupted him with her crazy antics.
Daphne rolled her eyes thinking about that. Her sister loses an eye and bounces straight back to her usual routine, half the time, confusing and befuddling poor people's minds, hers especially. However, she pushed that from her mind, as she figured, she might as well enjoy her newest friend, as she was pretty sure kissing was the least of what she was going to do with Caelan that night, and she discovered he had the stamina, and then some, and she squealed the house down all night long as he shagged her brains out, and her sister and friends were incapable of not listening without some magic, and fooled around a little, fantasising about getting their turns with Caelan next.
Back with the Order mage, they just didn't have a clue what this weirdo was on about, justice and honour?
He looked the two angry sorcerers over, confused as they shouted at him in anger, but no sound came out. "I see, someone has bewitched your voices away!" he said jovially, and getting it wrong. "Do not fear, I am Captain Brittan, and in Merlin's name and power, I shall free you!" he said proudly and quite frankly over the top.
The two men looked at each other, wanting to cry, as this union jack wearing masked man was worse than being stuck and forgotten by the rest of the Order of the Phoenix. They half wished the Death Eater had just said those two magical words and killed them… almost.
Captain Britain had just swooped in from the sky like a tall and beefy angel sent from above, to save them, then he opened his mouth, and seemed to be (though well meaning) quite the idiot, or maybe he was a genius who tortured 'evil' doers like this.
They were near tears as the captain just kept examining them, and trying some spells of some kind or something that didn't seem to do anything when they sighed in thanks as fellow Order members turned up, just attacking the captain.
"I see, so these are your friends, and evil doers!" the Great Captain Britain bellowed out surprising Order members as he effortlessly sidestepped spell after spell while he rambled a 'heroes' monologue, practically, though he didn't realise, mocking them. "I see now, you were captured by a hero who had other heroing to do, so left quickly and forgot to leave the customary note, or call the DUP, I believe your MPF, Meta Police Force is called! Do not fret, I shall take you to the authorities and capture your minions!"
The two men thought he was nuts as he was out numbered forty to one until they watched him beat them all up with mouths hanging open in awe and horror, as the last whimpered as he was knocked out foolishly trapped under their own anti-apparation jinx, and he didn't even seem to have tried very hard.
"Yes, I have bested this evil!" Captain Britain cried out in joy, puffing out his huge and powerful chest in pride, muscles bulging with power, hands on his hips in a superhero pose that he thought was cool, but everyone else knew was lame. "Let's take you vile villains to a place where you shall be sent to a jail even magic can't escape! It's off to The Obelisk, I believe the prison on this world is called."
Just outside of Nergal HQ, London…
Luke just looked at the huge pile of Order of the Phoenix wizards, two of which had lumps of pavement stuck to their feet in befuddlement, as they had been dumped on the doorstep of Nergal HQ London with a note taped to one, and looking the note over he read:
"I caught these vile magical villains near Ottery St. Catchpole, please lock them away for me, lots of love Captain Britain," he read, baffled as he scratched his head in wonder. "Is Captain Britain coming on to me?" he asked looking to Stella as she stood with him reading the note next, as he wasn't the only weirdo Conduit to play at being a superhero, but he was the most powerful, and according to Harry's notes he was a cross convergence, and actually a magical meta-human, and that made Luke sigh, and wish his alternate reality brother would have stuck around to help deal with this weird crap, but supposed Harry had his own weird crap to deal with.
"It doesn't have a name, so maybe he's coming on to me," Stella replied thoughtfully. "He is quite the hunk of man flesh, so maybe I'll track him down and force him to take me on a date at the very least," she said with this smile that made Luke shiver, remembering the date she forced him to take her on before she decided she preferred a brother. At least he got a BJ out of the whole ordeal, and she really did have a great mouth and body.
Luke then watched as Stella charged off to begin operation capture Captain Britain until she did, or she got bored and found another person to get her libido going. Geanie and Rosette would be pleased she wasn't after them anymore at the least.
He felt sorry for the captain, but it sure would be funny watching him trying to flee from her grasp if Geanie and Rose's fleeing was anything to go by.
Luke sighed as he looked at the building work repairing his lobby, having to use other entrances, and then back to the Order wizards that had done something stupid to get Captain Britain to capture them.
"Okay, get these morons sent to the Obelisk for interview," Luke said to the guards around him, as they were taking careful watch to make sure these jackasses didn't wake up and escape the range of the distortion fields and get away.
They all nodded or saluted before getting to work while Luke shook his head, mildly amused as the spectators were watching and taking pictures, some having got lucky enough to have pictures of the arrival, which would fetch a few grand if not more from the papers just because they would have Captain Britain in them, as the man was rather popular, as despite being rather corny, he was a good man, and happy to let people, kids especially, take pictures with him as he seemed to want to be a great role model.
With the order of the Phoenix…
"What do you mean some muscle-bound man wearing a union jack captured our capture team?!" Albus Dumbledore wasn't the only one befuddled by this turn of events, or the irony of it.
"Well, Professor," the man said, having been the only escapee. "Two of our men had been stuck by one of the witches, and then he came, not long after the escaped witches escaped with that boy with those claws, and shifty body or whatever, and killed all those guys. He called himself Captain Britain, and used some powerful magic to make himself fly, and he made himself so strong and fast. It was unbelievable that a wizard could be that good with such magic, that some spells bounced off his body!"
"So, this Captain Britain…" the old man said in thought. "Yes, he must be a powerful Dark Wizard, someone trying to take over from Voldemort perhaps, yes," he said, not noticing that some didn't flinch as there was so much to fear now, they just couldn't care about fearing Voldemort's or anyone else's name anymore.
"W-we're going to die, aren't we?" asked one man, quivering to another while Dumbledore began a hefty rant about the evils of Captain Britain, and his possible plans for world conquest.
"Heck no," his best friend replied quietly. "Let's get the heck out of here; the first chance we get, disappear into the muggle world; see if these dups can give us asylum or something?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
Back with Daphne and Luna two days after they found Caelan, there was a knock on the front door, and Daphne opened it with her wand drawn with Caelan ready to strike to find a red-haired girl standing there with an army behind her, as helicopters flew above, and another two were parked in their backyard.
"Hey Daph, Luna," Rose said brightly. "You have nothing to worry about anymore, for we are here!" she said smugly before looking worried as Daphne fell back into Caelan's arms as she felt so very faint. "Where's Tori and Tracey? Are they okay?" she asked while military secured the house, and land.
"Hey, Rosie," Astoria said with a grin as she popped up with Tracey. "Whoa, you don't do things by halves, do you?" she asked as she looked out upon the DUP soldiers and Nergal Security. "You have a flipping army. You could conquer the whole of the Ministry with a force of arms like this."
"Well, my brother, Luke runs the DUP now since my alternate reality brother, Harry had come over here, and conquered and reformed them, so that they can stand to help the world reintegrate mage and conduits, and quite a few alternate universes that are fusing into one, where some Earths have some amazingly powerful beings. So, we figure we'll make use of them, and since that whole Voldemort and Dumbledore, and whatever that thing with your new friend thing was, coming in force was probably the right way to go about collecting you, until you're all within the distortion field of Nergal HQ in London."
"Eh?" the four of the other girls mumbled while Caelan looked like he didn't care about anything she said, as he held Daphne's amazing body protectively within his arms while watching over his other girls to make sure they were safe.
"Is that really a thing?" Luna asked eagerly. "Do I have loads of sisters?" she added while Caelan protectively placed his hand on her shoulder, and she looked up from her wheelchair, and smiled, which offered him relief as she took his hand over her shoulder while he still held Daphne as she was more 'normal' than the other three, so still felt weird about Rosette Potter bringing a small army with her.
"Wow, you five have been together for about two- and a-bit days," Rose said while looking the pretty young man over, impressed. "You work fast, just do me a favour and look after them, protect them from harm, and most of all, give them plenty of loving, because they deserve it after everything they've been through," she said teasingly and even Astoria and Tracey blushed.
"In deed I will," he quickly agreed with a soft, gentle voice, with a slight Southern US accent. "I enjoy that just as much as they do. I love kissing them, and holding them, and I swore I would look after them, as they saved me, and will help me learn about the real world. Then I think my most favourite, is licking them, and their boobs, and their soft lips and vaginas wrapped around my-"
"Caelan!" Daphne quickly interrupted while their cheeks deepened, and even Rose blushed there. "You don't talk about those things with strangers. Just, make a male friend to talk about things like that, like a best friend, who you can both boast back and forth to like a normal boy," she said, hoping that was a 'bro' thing to do, and embarrassed she told him to do that, but couldn't take it back.
"Luke could probably use a friend," Rose suggested while trying not to think of these girls taking advantage of the naive boy, when she thought about how much fun and love they would give him, she smiled, from what information she had gotten, the poor boy needed the love of some pretty girls to teach him to be a person again.
Caelan looked confused before he nodded slowly. "A friend, to talk with, and enjoy, hanging, and games, who I do not shag, but for companionship when not with my girlfriends… I think I would enjoy that… not as much as Daphne, Luna, Astoria, and Tracey though."
"Yeah, Luke's a nice guy," Rose said. "He would be happy to assist with you, learning some fun things, that aren't shagging," she said while rolling her eyes as a woman in black Nergal uniform cleared her throat from behind and had bright red cheeks.
to be continued…