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Two dark and mysterious figures steadily walked up the gravel drive of Hogwarts as the bells in the tower tolled a half hour to midnight high above them...
In Which: Truths are Revealed and Powers Formed
There was genuine fear in her eyes as she stared into my own, making me uncomfortable. It was the same fear and pain that had been in her eyes the night that I had found her in the Alley.
That hit me hard. No more magic?
My mouth formed a small ‘o’. So that’s why I couldn’t hear Draco’s heartbeat when I had hugged him; he no longer had one.
Granger looked at me and saw the faint smile pulling at my lips and nearly fainted when she realized what was happening. I raised my wand higher and relaxed myself to further unnerve her. I chuckled evilly and I could almost see her keel over, her knees nearly giving out under her.
In Which: Powers are Found and Enemies Formed
What happens when an already tense situation is made even worse by throwing another stranger in the fray?
When All Hope Fails
With a soft chirrup and a whoosh of scarlet and gold wings, Fawkes abandoned his perch behind me and flew over towards Hermione, who tensed a bit as the bird came near her. He slowed and came to a stop, seeming to be suspended in midair, his flapping sluggish and meticulous. All Time stopped in that one moment, where bird and girl stared each other down, one with hardened, penetratingly purple orbs, one with soft, understanding amber gems...
As I had nearly given up hope and was about to risk being seen by someone who would recognize me or mistake me for someone else, I caught a glimpse of bushy black hair out of the corner of my eye. It was gone in an instant, but no, there it was again. To my far right, across the traffic, she sat on a bench with a man whom I vaguely recognized. Making a beeline for her, I put my fingers to my mouth, realizing a second too late that I would attract more attention to myself than necessary, but not really caring, I emitted a high-pitched whistle.
Back to Business
The grille bars of the Atrium elevator were blown aside, blasted from their hinges as forcefully as if a gun had gone off, or a bomb. They flew halfway across the room, sliding the other half leaving long gashes in the floor at least as deep as a child’s thumb, making an awful racket of themselves...
Close to the Edge
There was no way that I could have stopped her from doing what she did next. I saw, or rather felt, a huge fireball rush towards me from the dark recesses of her mind where all the turmoil was coming from.
Bouts of Jealousy
This was too much; this show of compassion and sensitivity. I lost it and began to cry uncontrollably into his shoulder.
Red was bad news, new creatures added to the grid. We didn’t worry about those Marked, or registered, creatures that mated and had offspring. Those offspring were marked with purple until they were registered by their parents, or sometimes in the case of the more bestial creatures we tended, we would have to send a Tracker, Seeker, or Marker, whoever was required.
“Go to the nearest butcher, and get blood,” I said, my voice strangely low and husky. This had happened once before, so I knew what I wanted. “Pig blood. It has to be pig blood, Brooks!”
In Which; Confusion is Abated and Plot Reigns Supreme
As soon as we were out of sight of the innkeeper she took her hand away as if I had burned her, and I didn’t resist, merely wished that I hadn’t been so blasé with my thoughts.
Magic Removed, Magic Revived
Dangerous Criminals On Run, was the headline, flanked by two pictures, one of who I assumed was the Muggle Prime Minister, as indicated by the banner beneath him. Looking to the right of the page, I saw the photograph of a man I had hoped never to see again. It was the man from Pansy’s apartment, Dominic Keaston.
Creatures of the Night
Two pristinely cut pendants, connected to silken cloaks that looked as if they were made of the night. I took one that Hermione handed to me and ran my hand over the material, feeling a few snags on the calluses that I had acquired for lack of lotion. It was like water flowing over my fingers in cloth form.
With that he swooped down on me like the vampires that he hunted and yanked up the sleeve on my right arm until it was just past the elbow. There, a tattoo in the shape of a drop of blood resided, no larger than my thumbnail; something I cherished above all else, but also the thing I was frightened of the most in this world. Not even the brand on my left forearm had had such an effect on me.
After a few moments filled with the sound of empty sherry bottles clinking and feet scuffling around, the door to the Seer’s loft opened, sending down a silvery ladder with it. Crossing her eyes so she could see him better, she spoke to Harry, the only one who wasn’t Disillusioned.
The Perfect Imperfection of Draco Malfoy
I gulped as my stomach did a flip flop. I hadn’t noticed, but being around humans had greatly increased my thirst. Perhaps it was my love for Harry and Draco’s respect to his promise not to hurt him that had kept him alive during our encounter. I don’t know what I would do around anyone but Harry, Ron or Ginny right now.
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