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FawkesthePhoenix Joined: 31 December 2006 Posts: 3050 Location: Dancing circles around Voldemort, singing poetry into a hairbrush and dodging curses.	Posted: Tuesday 9 September 2008 02 12 55 pm    Post subject: Re: Elder Wand's Allegiance in topic:Elder Wand's Allegiance unless decomposed within harry's grave, i don't think it's possible to destroy the legacy of the elder wand. it would simply pass hands the way voldy took it from dumbles.
choki Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 3150 Location: In the Land of chicken worshippers, trying to open a fried chicken fastfood chain	Posted: Monday 8 September 2008 09 13 01 pm    Post subject: Re: Elder Wand's Allegiance in topic:Elder Wand's Allegiance i guess he is saying wand's soul (mind) is diffferent from a human soul? it is arguable the same way as if plant had soul or not, seeing it is a living thing as well (in our actual world) The Elder wand, being a gift from death, must be a highly enchanted or bestowed item. And the fact that all the 3 deathly hallows managed to survive through the ages shows how well it can protect itself? perhaps to assure its survival? a human nature in real world spells could be ricochetted off the Invisibility Cloak Resurrection Stone worked despite being cursed, embedded with horcrux and destroyed not to mention, Elder wand was no doubt the most powerful wand in existance which brings us to another question... do you think will Harry be the last owner of the Elder Wand, putting the legacy of the wand to an end? Or will it switch allegiance once again despite the wand being kept in the tomb, eventually resurfacing in the future?
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2095 Location: Boycotting All Future Warner Brothers Films	Posted: Monday 8 September 2008 12 40 09 pm    Post subject: Re: In Moonlight's Shadow in topic:In Moonlight's Shadow Just thought I'd let everyone know that I've finally written canon characters into this story! The first one makes her appearance in Chapter 25, and just for fun, I'll let you know who it is. Madam Rosmerta, but I'm not telling you why she's in it! As always, comments, questions, and general reviews are appreciated! Chapter 10: For One of Your Kids The day I would have usually departed for school was quickly upon me. I had spent the past two weeks avoiding contact with my family by staying in my room or my Potions room. Neither of my parents seemed to care or even notice. They were both being highly secretive about something that I could only guess was researching schools for me to transfer to. Whatever it was, it seemed to take up all of Dad's time when he was home. The two of them would hole up in Dad's study for hours on end. I tried to listen in on what they were saying, but one of them must have put up a silencing charm since I couldn't hear a thing. I wandered down to the kitchen a few hours after I woke up and found Mum sitting at the table with the usual large mug of coffee and piece of parchment she didn't want me to see. This had become a habit of hers, although I'm sure the parchment was a different one each day. "Morning," I said as I grabbed my box of Lucky Charms. Mum jumped and then stared at me, raising one eyebrow. Probably due to the fact that I hadn't said good morning to her in a few weeks. "Hello, Amy." "So," I began as I poured my cereal, "Know what today is?" Mum sighed, "January 25th? Two days before the full moon?" "Anything else happening today?" I inquired. Mum set down her parchment. "Not that I can think of. Just tell me what it is. I'm not in the mood to play guessing games." "I can't believe you forgot," I huffed and sat down in front of her. "It's the day I should be returning to school!" "Oh, well, I see," Mum muttered. "Olivia's probably getting ready to leave for the train," I commented in between bites of cereal. "Sure wish I was going...." "Amy, you're not going to guilt me into changing my mind about this. Don't even bother trying." "I'm just letting you know everything I'm missing," I smiled sweetly. "That actually does remind me, though. We'll have to get started with your homeschooling." I groaned inwardly. I really didn't feel like having Mum teach me. Sure, she'd do all right with some stuff like Charms and Transfiguration, but what about Potions? Mum was dreadful at Potions. I'd be better off just learning by myself. "Have you been doing your homework that your teachers assigned last month?" I stared at her. "Are you mad? I'm not going back, why would I bother with the homework?" "Well, that's a good place to start then. Complete the homework and then bring it to me. We'll see where to go from there." "But-" "No buts. Your professors know more about this than I do. You'll learn a great deal just by doing the homework they assigned. Then we'll start with the homeschooling. I won't be doing much, basically just keeping your skills up until the fall when you'll enter school again." "That's not fair, though," I whined, "I don't want to just practice what I've already done. Why bother? I'm not going to forget anything." "I will not have you not keeping up with your studies for six months," Mum said. "It's your fault," I huffed, "I should be going back to school today." "I'm not discussing that right now, Amy," Mum said sternly. "I want you to start your homework after you're done eating. We're going over to Richard and Cinda's after lunch. Your father and I have to tell them about our new plans, especially since you'll be going over there in two days." "But Dad's at work," I pointed out. "He's going to sneak out for a couple hours." "Whatever," I muttered. This was just wonderful, I thought. Now I'll be spending every full moon for who knows how long at my grandparents' house. At least I'd get to see Kenzie, but I had no idea what I'd tell her when she asked me why I wasn't in school. I finished my soggy cereal while Mum continued reading her piece of parchment. I dumped my empty bowl in the sink and went back up to my room. I opened my trunk and pulled out my Astronomy book. I knew better than to not start my homework. Mum would be riding me about this for weeks, so I'd better actually do it. Of course, I'd save the worst for last, like the two rolls of parchment Transfiguration essay. I sat down on my bed and gazed out the window, my book laying unopened in front of me. It was a sunny day, the kind that was perfect for wandering through the forest. Well, I could read my book while I wandered through the forest, I thought. It certainly didn't look like I'd get much reading done in my room. Mum was still in the kitchen as I walked past it. She looked up when she saw me. "Don't go gallivanting through that forest today," she warned. "There's not enough time before we leave." Yeah, right. We weren't going to leave for a few hours. But I knew she would watch me as I went outside to make sure I didn't go into the forest. I nodded but didn't say anything and opened the door to the deck. I decided to just lay on the wall next to the forest and read there. I ran over to the wall and tossed my book up onto it. "Amy!" a voice shouted from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Mum sticking her head out the window. "Don't go into the forest!" "I'm not! I'm just sitting on the wall!" Mum shook her head, but walked away from the window. I climbed the wall and settled down to read my book. Astronomy has always been one of my favorite subjects and I was soon fully immersed in the chapter I was reading. Astronomy and Potions text books are the only ones I can read without being extremely bored. Transfiguration and History of Magic are the worst. They'd put me to sleep in less than five minutes. Charms, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts aren't that bad, but I'm not very good at DADA. I also take Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures. I wish I had taken Arithmancy instead of Ancient Runes, though. Olivia says it's fascinating and I can't stand Ancient Runes. Care of Magical Creatures isn't that bad, but I'm not very interested in it. Dad wanted me to take that one, since it's pretty much what he built his whole career on. I was almost done with the chapter I was on when I heard footsteps approaching. Probably Mum telling me lunch was ready or something. Why she actually bothered to come outside and not just yell out the window, I had no idea. Maybe Matt was asleep or something. "Amy?" a quiet voice asked. I jumped and my book fell off the wall as I heard the voice. It wasn't Mum, it was Matt. "What?" I asked in an annoyed tone. "Um, sorry for scaring you." "You didn't scare me. I just thought you were Mum." "Oh," he bent down and picked up my book. I took it and looked at him, "Well, what do you want?" "Will you play with me? Mum won't let me go swimming." Probably because she's too busy inside, doing whatever it was that she had been preoccupied with lately. "I'm doing homework, so no." Matt sighed, "Can I sit up there with you, then?" "Are you mad?" I stared at him, "Mum would kill me. You're not supposed to be up here. Hell, I'm not supposed to be up here." "Why are you, then?" "Because I really don't care what Mum thinks," I say as I sat up and dangled my legs over the edge of the wall. "I don't either," Matt grabbed the wall with his hands and started trying to climb the it. "Hey, stop!" I shouted, "She's not even going to yell at you if you get up here. She'll yell at me." "No she won't. She's busy." He wedged his feet onto the wall and got about a foot off the ground. "I'm serious, Matt. Stop. Get off the wall," I seethed. "No. It's not fair. You come up here all the time." "And I get yelled at for it. Plus, life's not fair," I said bitterly and crossed my arms. My life was just about as unfair as it got right now. "I know that," Matt snapped, "Otherwise I'd get to go to your school." He continued trying to climb up the wall. "Otherwise I'd get to go to my school!" I groaned, "Now get off the wall!" "No!" he shouted. I sighed. He always got so stubborn around the full moon. Any other time of the month and he probably would have listened to me. I glanced up to the house, hoping that Mum wasn't anywhere near the window. I couldn't see her, but she might walk by a window soon. Then I'd be in for it. Matt was already halfway up the wall now. "Get down, now," I glared at him. "NO!" he shouted. He reached up for the top of the wall, but his hand slipped. "Amy!" he said in a panicked tone. "Help!" "This why you shouldn't have done this!" I yelled. I laid back down and tried to grab his hand, but his foot had already slipped and he landed on the ground, flat on his back. "Ow!" he screeched and started crying loudly. I jumped off the wall, my heart beating fast. I was in trouble now. I hoped he hadn't gotten hurt badly. "What hurts?" I asked as I bent down. "My back," he cried. I looked back to the house, but Mum wasn't anywhere in sight. That was strange. She usually had a sixth sense about these kinds of things and was by Matt's side within seconds of him getting hurt. "C'mon, let's go inside," I picked him up and he started crying even more. I ran as fast as I could to the house. I laid him down gently on the couch in the living room and then tried to find Mum. "Mum!" I shouted into the kitchen. She wasn't there. I wandered into the hall. "MUM!" I shouted even louder. The door to Dad's study burst open and Mum appeared in the doorway with her wand. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously. "Um," I said nervously, "Matt got hurt outside. He's in the living room now." Mum pushed past me and ran into the living room. "What happened?" she asked on the way. "He tried to climb the wall," I said quietly. Mum turned around and looked at me. "Really? Did you tell him to?" "No! I swear I didn't! I tried to stop him but he wouldn't. And then when he was halfway up he fell off it." "Amy..." Mum groaned and went into the living room. I followed her over to where my brother was laying. She gently pulled him up and comforted him. She asked him what was wrong and looked at his back once he told her. I snuck a quick glance at it when she was looking and saw that he had a huge cut that was already bruising. Mum wordlessly left the room and returned a minute later with two potions. She gave Matt one of them to drink and cleaned the cut with the other. Then she tapped it with her wand and the blood disappeared. Mum is pretty good with healing spells, but she can't heal cuts all the way. Matt's back was still bruised and the cut was still noticeable. "Amy, you know I don't want you on that wall," Mum said as she held my brother in her lap. "What? Just because of him?" "Yes, because he likes to copy you." "That's not fair! Every part of my life revolves around him!" I shout and run from the room. I spent the remainder of the morning in my room, reading more of my Astronomy book. The last thing I really feel like doing is going over to Richard and Cinda's house, but I'm sure my parents wouldn't let me stay home. I glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. Olivia was still on the train to get to school. The train always left at ten o'clock sharp. I almost missed it my first year because Mum was busy taking pictures of me at home and lost track of time. I wondered who Olivia was sitting with. The two of us sat together on the train in our second and third years and nobody else sat in our compartment. She's probably sitting with the other girls in our year. Or maybe not, since neither of us really like those girls. I'll probably never see them again. "Amy! Come down for lunch!" I heard Mum shout. My stomach was growling so I decided to go down and eat lunch even though I didn't want to be in the company of my family. Mum made sandwiches and sliced up apples. I sat down in my usual chair and start to eat without saying anything. Mum was only picking at her food and she looked anxious. Matt seemed to have gotten over his fall from the wall and was eating all his food. Mum glanced up at the sound of someone Flooing into the house and a minute later, Dad walked into the room. He looked preoccupied and tense as he sat down at the table and grabbed a sandwich. "Did you get away ok?" Mum asks. "Best as could be expected. Nobody was happy that I was leaving, but since I'm Head, nobody could really stop me." I snort into my milk and try to stifle my laughter. Mum and Dad both gave me stern looks. "Sorry," I muttered. Hey, I thought it was funny. "Your daughter spent the morning on that wall in front of the forest," Mum announced. It was never good when she said 'your daughter' to Dad. "What happened?" Dad asked without looking up from his food. "Matt tried to copy her and fell on his back," Mum explained. "He's all right now, but he's got a large bruise." Dad sighed and shook his head. "Well, there's nothing we can do about that now. You're all right now, right Matt?" Matt nodded, "Yup. Mum gave me a potion." "Good," Dad said and then turned to me, "Amy, we've told you a million times not to climb that wall." I shrugged, "I know. I told him not to follow me." "Just be more careful in the future," Dad said distractedly. We all finished our sandwiches in silence. Ellie came in partway through the meal and ate her sandwich. Once we were all done, she cleaned up and wished us luck at Richard and Cinda's. "Ready?" Dad asked. "Yeah," Mum nodded. Mum picked up Matt while Dad wrapped me in a bear hug, and the four of us Apparated out of the kitchen. We appeared moments later in a secluded area of woods near Richard and Cinda's. I followed my family to the bottom of the driveway. Mum pushed the button and muttered something into the speaker. A few seconds later the gates opened and we started up the long driveway. Cinda was waiting for us at the door with a worried look on her face. She ushered us into the house and we settled in the living room. Richard came out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies. "What's wrong, Julie?" Cinda asked once everyone had sat down, "You sounded so tense on the phone." Mum nodded, "We have to tell you something. It's pretty serious." "What is it?" Richard asked anxiously, "You're not sick or anything, are you?" "Oh, no, we're all fine," Mum assured him. "It's nothing like that." I grabbed a cookie and started eating it. Matt and I were the only ones who were eating them. "Walter and I sent a letter to Amy's school a few weeks ago," Mum began. "Remember when I told you that well, werewolves aren't always treated very nicely in our world?" She glanced at Matt, but he hadn't seemed to notice what she said. He was busy eating his third cookie. "Yes," Richard said. Cinda nodded. "Well, because of that we weren't sure if he would be accepted into the Australian School of Sorcery, so we sent the headmaster a letter." "Is it the same headmaster that was there when you were?" Richard asked. "No. Now Professor Killigan is the Headmaster. He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts while we were there," Mum confirmed. "Anyway, we got a letter back. Professor Killigan basically said that Matt would not be welcome at his school." "He was downright rude and discriminatory," Dad muttered. "That doesn't seem right," Richard said, "What about the right to an education? Doesn't your world have that?" "Yes, but it doesn't apply to werewolves," Dad explained. His voice was stern and his face hard. "I have tried multiple times to change that, but nobody else seems on board." "That's horrible," Richard replied and slammed his fist on his chair. "What are you going to do?" Cinda asked, "Can you fight it?" Mum shook her head, "The law is on Killigan's side, and as Walter said, he can't change the law by himself. The majority of the department has to agree and then the Minister would have to approve it. The majority of the department doesn't agree." "That's just not fair," Cinda sighed. "No, it's not," Mum agreed, "Walter and I did some serious thinking after receiving that letter and have decided not to let Amy go back to that place. Not with Killigan there." "I don't blame you," Richard said. "But where is she going to go to school? I thought that there was only one wizard school in the country," Cinda asked. Mum took a deep breath, "Yes, and that's what we've got to talk to you about. We are looking for another school. One that will let Matt attend. Once we find a decent one, Amy will enroll there. We are going to move." "What?!" Richard and Cinda shouted at the same time. "You're kidding!" Cinda adds. "We're completely serious," Dad said. "Where are you planning to move to?" Richard asked. "New Zealand?" Dad shook his head, "We sent them a letter the same time we sent one to Professor Killigan, as a back-up plan. They won't let Matt attend either. We're sending letters to schools in New York, Massachusetts, Canada, and Scotland so far. There are a couple other schools in the States that we might look into as well. We're hoping for the school in New York, though, since my brother lives there." "New York?" Cinda stared at Dad, "That's on the other side of the world." Dad nods, "I know, but we're willing to do it." "You're mad," Cinda shook her head, "Can't you just home school them?" Mum and Dad glanced at each other. One of those parental exchanges of information that don't require speech, I thought. I hate when they do that. I never understand what they're communicating about. "We could," Mum began, "But we don't want to. There are experiences in school that they can't get at home." "When are you leaving?" Cinda asked. "Not sure," Mum said, "Before September, hopefully, since that's when the year starts at all of these schools." Cinda sighed and shook her head, "I can't believe you'd move out of the country. We're not going to be able to see each other as often." "I know, Mum," Mum said quietly, "But this is something we have to do, for our kids." For one of your kids, I thought. I would be perfectly fine staying here and going to the Australian School of Sorcery. I didn't need to move across the world to go to school. Just Matt did. "Since Amy is going to be home from school until we move," Mum said, "Can she stay here during the full moons? The next one is on Sunday." "Of course," Cinda nods, "Will you bring her over tomorrow?" "Yeah," Mum said, "That would be best." "We'll be here," Cinda said, "We've got a dinner to attend next Sunday, but we're not doing anything this one." They would have probably just dragged me along to their dinner if it had been this Sunday. I was glad it wasn't this Sunday. I have been to a couple dinners with my grandparents and they are incredibly boring. The food is always exotic and strange, too. Mum stood up, "Well, we'll see you tomorrow, then." "Can't you stay for dinner?" Cinda asked. "I've got to get back to work," Dad told her. "All right," Cinda said. She got up and gave Mum a long hug. "I can't believe my baby is going to move across the world." "I can't believe it either, Mum," Mum said, "But we're not moving yet." "Good, because I'll have to throw you a goodbye party." "Oh, Mum, no. We don't want anything like that." I'll say. A goodbye party thrown by my grandmother would just be a repeat of the New Year's party. Plus, we'd have to come up with an excuse as to why we're moving. "Nonsense, I have to throw my own daughter a goodbye party. People would wonder why I didn't." "Let them wonder," Mum said, "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Dad." Richard got up and gave Mum a hug as well, "Bye, Jule." Dad got up and said goodbye to my grandparents. Then Richard and Cinda said goodbye to Matt and I. The two of them hardly said anything to the two of us during the time we were there. I guess they were too focused on the fact that we were moving. The four of us Apparated back home and Dad immediately Flooed back to work. Matt wanted to go swimming and Mum decided to actually let him. I had thought she would go back to whatever she had been doing earlier. I guess she wanted to keep an eye on him after what happened that morning. I went up to my room and decided to start my Astronomy essay. I managed to write the introductory paragraph before getting distracted by thoughts of school. The train was probably almost to school by now. Soon everyone would be getting off and going inside to the feast. Killigan would make his start of term speech and announce any new teachers. There would be a new Transfiguration teacher this year since the other one retired. About time, too. He was ancient, and not very nice either. I hoped for Olivia's sake that the new one was nicer. Then, everybody would go to their dormitories and decorate them for the year. I always loved doing that. Olivia and I are best friends, but our tastes in decorations are so different that each of our sides of the room looked drastically different. Olivia would get to decorate the entire room herself this year. I closed my Astronomy book and stared up at my ceiling. How long would it take the other students in my year to notice that I wasn't there? What would Olivia tell them? Would they really even care since I wasn't friends with them? The teachers would definitely wonder where I was. Killigan would surely tell them why I wasn't back. Or maybe he wouldn't. I didn't really know. I was going to miss most of my teachers, especially Professor Maratta, my Potions teacher. She was really nice and always let me experiment in my spare time. I hoped whoever my new Potions teacher was would let me do that.
choki Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 3150 Location: In the Land of chicken worshippers, trying to open a fried chicken fastfood chain	Posted: Monday 8 September 2008 06 56 28 am    Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2 Nikolaus looked at the small framed portrait in his hands. Would it be good to simply leave this behind in this room? Surely anyone who seen this portrait would definitely associated him with Grindelwald for the resemblance was too canny. Almost all of Grindelwald pictures and portraits were destroyed after his defeat more than 70 years ago. Only those few surviving wizards would know how Grindelwald looked like but old memories faded as time went by. Destroy the painting? Nikolaus contemplated. This painting could be the only one in existance and for Dumbledore to keep it in such a secretive location, it probably meant alot to him. But he couldn't risk anyone else finding the painting. Just as he deliberated over the painting, Geneve's cry for help came. In a haste, he jumped up, reached for his wand and laid it on his bare palm. "Intendo," he uttered. The pale coloured wand remained stationary. "Drats, I almost forgot...arghhh" His malfunctioned wand was of no use at this moment. However, as he stowed his wand away, it jerked out of his hand and stayed afloat in midair. His wand was finally working at last. He held his palm facing up just below the floating wand and instantly, it spun to his 8 o'clock position, slightly tilted downward. Geneve was somewhere close by. Nikolaus took a final glance at the painting and placed it back at his original hideout. He was not going to risk being spotted with the painting especially when he would be meeting Damien. "Collocolibellus" The books flew back up and rearranged itself on the bookshelves. With a final look around the room, Nikolaus closed the door behind him, back into the uninviting dark corridor. "What's going on? What happened to you? Coming soon, I am close by..." The words materialised on Geneve's enchanted parchment once again.
choki Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 3150 Location: In the Land of chicken worshippers, trying to open a fried chicken fastfood chain	Posted: Thursday 4 September 2008 09 18 33 pm    Post subject: Re: The Next Generation 2 in topic:The Next Generation 2 *wink wink* fawkes, you know what will happen soon enough LOL A brief insight to the future~ in case anyone is pondering Nikolaus will discover that he can perform magic in the room but not outside on the mysterious corridor. Not that his wand was faulty but the corridor was magically protected from the various enchantments. No magic can penetrate through its walls, or performed if the person is within its confinement, This will render Damien's dark arts detection charm useless against this "safety haven", where Nikolaus will "tutor" Geneve secretly. It is like a water-filled moat (corridor) surrounding a castle (various rooms), preventing outsiders (magic) for invading the castle (room) but soldiers can still practice their skills within the castle (magic in room) The doors leading to the individual rooms are also magically enchanted, only allowing access to whoever the room wishes to. I have an interesting idea that this corridor will be the venue for "Flight of Nikolaus", where he was eventually discovered teaching dark arts to Geneve and a fight will ensue in the magic-restricted corridor (i.e. things are gonna get physical)
Comma Joined: 4 September 2008 Posts: 14	Posted: Thursday 4 September 2008 08 43 39 pm    Post subject: A Gaunt Tale in topic:A Gaunt Tale [i]I've been working at this fic for a while. I've got about seventeen chapers posted up on fanfiction.net on my account. It's Marauder era, but it contains spoilers regarding the horcruxes and the deathly hallows themselves, so I figured I'd do best to post it here. It's centered around an original character of the Gaunt family (yep, Voldy's family), the Marauders, Lily, Snape, Voldy himself, and a few of his Hogwarts-bound followers (Bellatrix and Narcissa Black included). [b]There [u]will[/u] be a few grammatical errors within the first chapters that I never got around to fixing.[/b] [b]Genres[/b]: Fantasy, Romance, somewhat Suspense (as far as people have told me...) [b]The summary:[/b] Katalina Gaunt entered Hogwarts in her first year, only to be withdrawn from the school by her father immediately after she is sorted into Gryffindor, for homeschooling that he feels is more appropriate to someone of a herritage as "noble" as hers. She runs away at the age of fifteen to make it into Hogwarts for her fifth year, where she meets one troublemaker she would like nothing more than to hex, one she starts to develop a rather perturbing love/hate relationship with, a few new friends, and a few mortal enemies. Personal relationships turn out to be the least of her worries when she realizes there is a murderer on the loose within the school grounds and nothing she can do to prevent it without anyone close to her becoming the next victims. I think I'll post up the first two chapters to start with.[/i] ------------------------- [b]Chapter 1 Dementor's Search[/b] Katalina Gaunt was to be starting her fifth year at Hogwarts. She knew it would be a hard year, having never actually been to Hogwarts before. She was a member of the Gaunt family, a strictly pureblood family, a family that had been sorted into the Slytherin house for years, who was in Gryffindor. She was most definitely afraid. Had she not been homeschooled her whole life, she would have been alright with entering her fifth year at Hogwarts. However, since her fifth year was the equivalent of her first, it was impossible for her to feel at all comfortable with it. True, Katalina had come to Hogwarts when she was eleven, just like most other eleven year old witches and wizards. Then, a week after being sorted into Gryffindor, her father pulled her out of the school to teach her his own courses. The History of Magic became The History of the Dark Arts. Defense against the Dark Arts was just the Dark Arts. Potions included how to make undetectable poisons, and how to detect them. She still had Transfiguration, but the course was twisted to her father's style. The standard Charms course was a course for learning curses and hexes. She also had to study her family history and learn the connection of the dark arts with her ancestors. It just went back and back and back, right on back to Salazar Slytherin himself and further back even than him. Katalina had come from a long line of dark witches and wizards, most certainly. She herself was a break in the chain, and her father was attempting to mold her back into the chain. Her brother was perfectly okay with the dark arts. He was in his seventh year at Hogwarts, a Slytherin prefect. He was always willing to help discipline his disobedient sibling at home. There was only one method of discipline, and that was the Cruciatus Curse, the Torture Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses. Summer was a time she dreaded, for her brother and her father to be in the same house as her both at once was a nightmare. She definitely wasn't going to miss that at all. Now, here she stood, at Platform Nine and Three Quarters, just looking at the steam engine train. It was a sight that represented both her freedom from her father and her fear of the unknown. It gave her a scared feeling of relief that she could have never explained if she had tried to with all her might. Seeing all the loving families bidding their children goodbye was the one thing that seemed to damage her the most. Where was her caring family? Why couldn't she, just a fifteen year old with a hard life to put behind her, have what everyone else had? Was she not worthy of a family? Maybe she wasn't worthy of even having friends. She was a Gaunt in Gryffindor, after all, the rival house of Slytherin at Hogwarts. That didn't say much for her. Her last name said she was an evil, dark witch, but her house said that she wasn't even good at that. Who could ever befriend someone like her? Her question was answered in little more than a few seconds later, when a girl about her age stopped in front of her. She was about the same height as Katalina, and had a medium auburn hair color, and bright green eyes. The boy that was with her looked somewhat unsociable. His eyes were dark, his black hair was shoulder length and greasy, and he had a rather large nose and pale complexion that made him appear rather sinister. "Hi. I'm Lily Evans; this is my friend Severus Snape." She offered her hand, and they shook hands. Severus nodded in acknowledgement, so Katalina did the same. "Katalina... Gaunt..." she said, a little reluctant to release her surname. "Have you been to Hogwarts before?" Lily asked curiously. "We didn't recognize you." "I --" Katalina started, a little panicked about the question. She didn't think anyone would have asked it. Nonetheless, she managed a simple reply. "My father wouldn't let me come to Hogwarts, I was homeschooled." "Really?" Lily said. "With Albus Dumbledore headmaster?" She seemed a bit intrigued, and Katalina found herself walking onto the train with them. "He's been the best thing to happen to Hogwarts since it was founded, according to most." "Some don't believe..." she said evasively. "My dad doesn't like him... I didn't know why... mind if I hold onto that?" she asked one of the prefects, what was putting her larger luggage into one of the side compartments of the train; she grabbed her guitar case from him and continued in with Lily and Severus. Lily seemed nice enough, definitely, but the boy with her seemed distant; she, however, couldn't say much more for herself. "What about your mum?" Lily asked as the three of them found a compartment to sit in; an empty one. They all seemed larger inside than they were outside, clearly enough for eight people to easily fit into, four people per bench. The three of them took one bench, as Katalina's kitten jumped into her lap and mewed. "She couldn't have very well said with her current state..." Katalina said. "Our old house burned when I was a baby, her body was never even found. We still don't know what caused the fire… or who, if that's the case." She evaded any more questions on the subject of her mother’s death by continuing onto a different subject matter. "I just ran away from my dad, stayed in the Leaky Cauldron all summer. I took the key to my mum's account at Gringott’s; she'd left it all to me anyway. Got tired of being cooped up all day." "What year're you in? We're both in fifth." "Me too... and Gryffindor," she added. "Drove me dad nuts, he wanted another Slytherin in the family, we had all been for ages." "I can't believe parents get broken up over things so silly..." she said. "Muggleborn?" Katalina asked. "Yes," she said. "I never had to worry about it. Sev did..." she added, looking over a little cautiously -- he could apparently be rather touchy on this subject. "Mum kept saying I was a filthy half-breed and didn't deserve to be put in Slytherin," he said. "So I wanted to just to prove I did deserve it, and I did. Put her in her place, but she still doesn't like me very much. Nor does my dad, but he didn't know he was marrying a witch at the time." "My family had apparently been a long line of pure blood Slytherins that claimed to be descended from Salazar Slytherin himself... so, naturally, me being the first to break this cycle, my dad wanted me dead... I wouldn't doubt we did descend from him..." she added. "Been rumors about different bits of the Gaunt family everywhere..." "Gaunt..." Lily said, remembering something. "Are you related to Alfred Gaunt?" "Yes..." she said, quite grudgingly. "My brother... different mum than me, according to my dad. I don't really... get along with him." She sounded as though she were trying to put their feelings towards each other lightly. "Me and Dad had a huge row before I left, he told me I was just like my great aunt, running off against her father's wishes." She laughed slightly. "I told him if her dad was anything like him, then I couldn't blame her." "Why don't you try to find her?" "Couldn't if I wanted to," she said. "She died an hour after having a baby, turns out she'd given the muggle she'd run off with a love potion, but eventually stopped, and he left her, but she was already pregnant. She had the baby in an orphanage, it's possible whoever the child is now doesn't even have a clue who their parents are, so I couldn't track them down very well, and wouldn't be mentioned in our family history, being a... what was it my dad said... a 'filthy tainted half blood with an ungrateful blood traitor of a mother'." She sighed. "He really is quite a wonderful person," she added with sarcastic admiration; Lily and Severus both laughed. "Have you heard your brother's theory on the child?" Lily asked. "I try to avoid him and my dad during summer, them together is a nightmare." "He took a different view on it than your father, apparently," Severus said. "He claims that the child grew up to be Voldemort." "Really?" Katalina said, a little stunned at this. "He's always taken sides with my dad at home. Probably just looking to impress his friends. But then..." "What?" Lily said, a little fearful -- Voldemort was the wizard slowly working his way towards being the most feared dark wizard of all time. Most people didn't even dare speak his name aloud. She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "No, he's just being an arsehead, my brother's always been known for coming up with stories that benefit his own status." She shrugged it off, and as Severus appeared to be about to speak again, they were interrupted with guffaws of laughter outside, probably a few feet from the door. "God, not already." Lily gave an exasperated sigh. She got up and looked out the window, as did Severus. "What?" Katalina asked. She did the same, and managed to get a decent look out the window at a growing crowd. "The local baboons have broken out of their cage." Lily was scowling towards the front of the crowd. "James Potter and Sirius Black. The short chunkier one is Peter Pettigrew, follows the other two around worshipping them like Gods. Don't know who the fourth is, he must be new." She saw someone who was clearly a Slytherin prefect dangling upside down from his ankle in midair, a boy with shoulder length black hair controlling this, three of his friends with him, and a crowd of people around them, laughing. Katalina recognized this prefect, clearly, as her brother. She followed the other two out the door. She nearly laughed a little herself, but kindly decided not to. Alfred was most likely older than the boy and his friends, and begging to be put down. It was, however, a bit cruel. Katalina, who'd mastered silent spells extremely early and extremely well, was deciding between spells to use to kindly help out her brother. She took her time deciding, and Lily pushed her way to the front of the crowd. Katalina heard her speaking from the back. "Can't you idiots at least save it until you get off the train?" she snapped at the four in front. "No," said the one using the spell. "Gaunt here was mouthing off at us for being outside our compartment while the train's moving." "Well, it's dangerous!" she said. "And prefects're supposed to," she added. "You're not supposed to be out here." "And you are?" asked another, the one with black messy hair and glasses. "Or did you come out here just to tell us off? Not wise, you see what happened to Al. You're lucky, I'm too polite to hex a girl, and Sirius is occupied at the moment." "I could do two at once," Sirius said. "Just let me use your wand, James." "Nah, then I'd practically be doing it." Lily was pulling out her own wand now. "Oh, look, she's nice enough to let me use her own wand!" Sirius said with sarcastic enthusiasm. She pointed it at him. "Like you'll do anything," Sirius scoffed at her. Suddenly, he was being hoisted up by his ankle, but Lily wasn't doing it. Katalina made it to the front of the crowd, as he dropped his own wand and her brother fell with a small thud! on the carpet. Katalina had her own wand pointed at Sirius. "She's too polite," Katalina said. The crowed Oooohed at the sudden intervention. "Let me down!" Sirius said, trying and failing to reach his wand. Alfred stood up and grabbed his own wand. He put Sirius down, and Katalina directed her focus to him. "Look at this," Alfred said. "Two of the people I dislike most getting detentions before school's even started. Report to Filch at eight o' clock on Monday night." He grinned maliciously, then, grin fading, turned focus to Katalina. "I don't need help from any filthy blood traitors." Rather than glower at him, as most would have done, she grabbed his collar and pushed him into the wall, wand pointed in between his eyes. "And I don't need lip from people who's arses I've just saved by choice," she snarled back. Then, with a grin, she added, "And it didn't seem like you were about to get out of it yourself, you know." She put on a high pitched, mocking voice. "'Please, please put me down! I won't give you detention, I won't take points away from your house, please, please, please, I'm sorry! I'll never bother you again, I promise!' Yeah," she said, over guffaws of laughter at her impersonation, even from the boy she'd just used his own spell on. "I'm sure you had the situation completely under your control." She lowered her wand, then, as she'd expected, had to dodge a jet of red light; it could have easily been mistaken as a stunning spell, but she knew otherwise. She glanced over her shoulder. "You'd have been getting a lot worse than detention if that had hit me, Al," she said coldly. Her and Lily made their ways to the back of the crowd, followed by quite a few Ooooooo's at her last statement, from those who'd taken it as a threat. She, Lily, and Severus made their way back into their compartment, as the crowd faded. However, the other four, lingered for a moment, even as everyone else filed back into their compartments. The four of them; Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, waited until the rest of them were gone, except themselves and Al Gaunt, and Sirius spoke. "She doesn't get two detentions for that, at least?" he asked, a little disappointed. "Shut up!" Al snapped at him, walking off. "Alright, then..." James said, a bit confused, as they watched him walk away to his own compartment, then slam the door after him. "That's a little odd..." ------------------------------------------------- Inside their compartment, Severus and Lily were both questioning her as to how she'd known that spell. "What's the big deal?" she asked. "It's pretty much the same as Wingardium Leviosa, only directed exactly at an ankle. And besides, I could've learned it out of one of my spell books, for all you know." "That wouldn't be possible," he assured her. "Why not?" "Because I made that spell," he said. "Levicorpus. It was designed as you said, Wingardium Leviosa directed at an ankle, but it's easier just to have one incantation without worrying about where to direct the spell, as long as it's directed at a person in general. It's Libertacorpus to let them down, and it's usually used as a silent spell, so no one ever knows when they're going to be hoisted up by their ankle in the middle of a corridor at school." "How come you didn't get another detention when you threatened your brother like that? And twice, for that matter," Lily asked. "Deep down inside that cold exterior, I think he's afraid of what I'll do to him when I'm not under the watch of his daddy," she said, grinning. "And the second time wasn't a threat..." she added, both coldly and a little nervously. "Anyone who's dumb enough to do that under such close watch is dangerous..." "But it was just a Stunning spell," Lily said, confused. "No," Katalina said. "I assure you it wasn't. Stunning spells don't feel hot when they pass the side of your neck." She lifted her hair and pointed to a red mark that would most likely turn into a burn blister within the next hour. "Also, the shape they're fired in is a spiral of red sparks, not a straight jet." "Then what was it?" she asked. "The Cruciatus Curse..." she said. Lily gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth. Severus looked surprised as well. "The Cruciatus Curse?" he repeated. "On the Hogwarts Express?" "Like I said," she sighed. "Anyone to do that is stupid and dangerous. I wasn't threatening him, I was stating the facts..." "He could easily get arrested for it," Lily agreed. "Could you both do me a favor and not mention to anyone I'm related to him yet?" she asked. "People'll figure it out eventually, but I'd like to delay people knowing my relation to him for as long as possible..." They both agreed. At that time, they heard voices close to their door, one of them quite angry, the others amused. They burst into the compartment, Sirius with his wand out. He stopped in front of Katalina and pointed it at her. "How the bloody hell did you get out of that?" he demanded, while the other three laughed. Lily looked ready to chop off Sirius's arm, and Severus glared in the opposite direction. "Out of what?" she said incredulously, standing up as well. She pulled out her own wand and pushed him down onto the other bench-like seat unexpectedly; he dropped his wand next to him, staring crosseyed at the one now pointed between his own eyes. "In case you didn't notice, I've got a detention as well, and I for one hope we've got them with different teachers, or I'll end up hexing you halfway through and getting another!" "I'm talking about from threatening a school prefect twice in under a minute!" he shot back, but recoiled when he remembered he wasn't in the best position to mouth off. "He figured on using his own methods of punishment rather than detention," she said. "I suppose you didn't notice that that wasn't a normal Stunning spell he fired?" "Wha...?" She sighed and lowered her wand. She sat back down, as the other three came in and did the same, on the bench seat Sirius was on rather than the other. "That was the Cruciatus Curse, idiot. A Stunning spell can't burn your skin, and I've got one hell of a nasty burn mark on my neck, I'm lucky I dodged it when I did. And a stunning spell is spiraled, the Cruciatus Curse is a straight jet of sparks." "Get real," James said. "With all the guard around here he wouldn't have dared use that on another student." "Look it up," she said. "You'll see I'm one hundred percent correct, whether you like it or not. He's apparently not the brightest person in the world." "Apparently..." James said. "There're teachers on the train, we've seen a few of them, its surprising none of them came out to see what was going on." Their attention turned as Sirius spotted Severus. "Snivellus!" he said, in a mock friendly voice. He didn't turn his head from the window out into the hallway. "Didn't see you in our crowd of fans and admirers." "He was too scared he'd be next," James said, laughing. He appeared to be trying to ignore James's and Sirius's taunts. "Cut it out," Lily said. "Make us," James said. She and Katalina both, at the same time, pulled out their wands and stood. Lily pointed her wand at James, and Katalina pointed hers at Sirius. "I'm perfectly willing to," Katalina shot at both of them. "You, Lily?" she asked. "Definitely," she said, jabbing it into James's forehead. He winced. "That hurt!" he said. "It'll hurt even worse if you keep on with this nonsense!" she said. "Now stop it!" "I wasn't thinking of hurting, really," Katalina said, looking over at Lily. "I was thinking a good strong Confundus charm. Make them think they're baboons. They must have gotten Confunded in the past, too, seeing as they're under the illusion that they're people at the moment." Sirius had taken the opportunity in which she'd looked away to grab his own wand; when she turned back, he was pointing his at her. She sat down, and the both continued pointing and glaring. Lily looked down at them, shook her head, and sat down herself, putting her own wand away. ----------------------------------------- "Would you two call a truce already or something?" she said to Sirius and Katalina after half an hour of them still silently pointing their wands at each other and glaring. "You know, before you become mortal enemies?" "She's a Slytherin, I'm guessing?" Sirius asked spitefully. "Funny, I thought you'd be one," Katalina said. "Dangling people from their ankle in the middle of the hall, honestly!" "She's a Gryffindor," Lily said. "Wish I had been a Slytherin," Katalina said, a little thoughtfully, a little grudgingly. "I'm glad I'm in Gryffindor, I didn't want to be in Slytherin at first.... My dad had doubts I would be, and he wanted me to be, so he decided to home school me for the first year, just to see. When I was sorted, they send the Sorting Hat with a Hogwarts employee to houses of children who may be in Hogwarts the next year, I was put in Gryffindor." "How'd you get out of being homeschooled if it pissed him off that bad?" James asked. "Ran away," she said happily. "And I'm never going back to that place again. I don't care if I have to stay at inns for all my summers. I'd rather be alone. I've got inheritance money from my mum, stole the key to her vault, she left it all to me anyway, so I don't need financial support and I can easily pay for costs of inns and hotels." "Inheritance?" Sirius said, lowering his wand without realizing he had. "She died in a fire when I was about six months old," she said. "No big deal. If my dad was married to her, God only knows how horrible she was... I know that's no way to talk about your dead parents that you've never met, but it's the truth. He'd've never married a blood traitor muggle lover. Curious, they never found her body in the fire, but with the amount of her blood they found, it's been figured out she wouldn't have lasted long even if she had gotten out." "If it was a fire..." James said slowly, "... then how was there blood?" "The hell if I know," she said with a shrug. "My dad never gave me the full set of details of everything that happened; he didn't like talking about it. Only thing that ever got to him." James had started to speak again, but was distracted by the luggage rack. "Is that a guitar?" he asked, pointing. "Go near it and you'll regret that you were ever born," she said. Everyone looked over at her, even Severus, who'd been so keen on looking out the window. "Sorry," she said. "It's just that it's the last thing I have to remind me of how much my dad despised me. He always hated it. The fact I used electricity in his house. I purposely didn't bewitch the amplifier to run by magic until I left. Annoyed the hell out of him, but I'd hex him if he ever set a foot near it," she said relishingly. "Good times." "There aren't even any electrical outlets in my house..." Sirius said. She laughed. "I put one in my room myself. Without magic. Bought the tools to do it at the local hardware store. Annoyed him even more that I did that when I could have just conjured everything out of the air." Slowly, as they continued talking, the train began to come to a halt. By the time they were all properly introduced, the train had stopped. They noticed this. "We can't be there yet..." Sirius said, looking out the window, his hands pressed against it. "No," he said. "Someone's getting on, it looks like," he told them. As though burned or shocked, he pulled his hands back. "What the..." The window started to freeze and crack. "Dementors?" "Dementors?" Katalina repeated, disbelieving, and looked out the window herself. "There's been a rumor going around that Voldemort --" there were shudders within the compartment, except from Katalina, who was used to the name in her household, Severus, and Sirius. "-- tried to get a teaching job at Hogwarts," Severus said. "I heard that," Katalina said. "Then again, maybe they're coming to take away that prefect," she added hopefully. There were a few nervous laughs around the compartment; dementors were nearly as feared as Voldemort himself. Dementors were creatures that guarded the wizard prison, Azkaban. They were tall, hooded, and faceless, except for a gaping hole that was their mouth. They didn't see people, they felt fear. They went towards the source of the fear and would feed off of all the happy thoughts within the mind of that person, until nothing was left but the bad memories. They had once been people themselves, some of them, but had since had their own souls sucked from their bodies. They couldn't kill, but their finishing move was the Dementor's Kiss, where they'd clamp their jaws down on their victem's jaws and proceed to suck out their soul, leaving them a shell with a beating heart, but no will to live, and, eventually, they'd either waste away or become dementors themselves. "Still, to search Hogwarts and the train..." James said. "There've been plenty cases of dementors going bad," Lily said. "Especially lately, You-Know-Who's been persuading them over to his side. It's awfully risky bussiness..." "I suppose they'll search... all the compartments?" Katalina asked nervously, her grip tightening on her wand. "Yeah..." Lily said. "Probably..." They all sat silently in wait, and then, the lights in their compartment went out, and they could see their breath in little puffs of fog. "They're getting closer..." she said quietly, more to herself than the others. She tried to muster up an overpoweringly happy memory. Nothing seemed to do; the dementors seemed to be leaking fear and sorrow into their compartment already. A scabbed, black, skeletal hand reached over the window of their compartment. She was ready; she was remembering the moment she stepped onto Diagon Alley; the feeling of being freed. It opened the door, and there were at least five there. And no teachers keeping an eye on them? That was risky. The door opened, and they started to swoop in. Katalina stood, pointed her wand, and said the incantation clearly: "Expecto Patronum." She thought of nothing but that thought, and maintained focus on it, even as a silver phoenix burst out of the end of her wand and darted at the dementors. They turned quickly and left, making odd screaching noises that had to be their form of a scream. She flicked her wand, and the phoenix vanished, then the compartment door closed. The lights flicked back on; she had apparently scared the dementors off the train altogether. Lily hit her. "You could have said you knew how to do that!" she said loudly, hitting her in the arm again with her own wand. The four on the other bench were laughing at her reaction. "I didn't know if I'd be able to or not -- careful with that thing, you're about to catch my bleedin' arm on fire!" Lily made a noise of frustration, glared at Katalina for a moment as she put her wand away, then decided to stare at the bottom of the luggage rack over her head. "At least they're gone..." Katalina said sheepishly with a shrug. They heard someone running down the hall of the train. An old, stern looking witch stopped at the door of their compartment and opened it. Her hair was black and drawn back in a tight bun. She looked completely astounded. "Which of you conjured it?" she demanded of them. Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter stopped laughing immediately. "Which of you conjured the Patronus?" "The Pa-what-us?" Sirius said blankly, voicing what the rest of them were definitely thinking, except Katalina. She looked a little scared. She sheepishly raised her hand, her eyes even wider than usual. This made them laugh again. "Come with me," she said. Katalina got up and walked out of the compartment slowly with whomever the witch was that was standing there in emerald green robes. ----------------------------------- [i]Side info: -I have teachers placed on the train due to the fact that this is around the time that Voldemort would be at a height of power, and I figured Hogwarts would want to have more than train workers and prefects there in case anyone on Voldemorts side has been stationed on the train. -Lupin is a "new student" for reasons involving future things in this story that I can't give away -- I know it's not how it happened in the books or anything, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.[/i] --------------------------------------------- [b]Chapter 2: Veritaserum[/b] "Please don't send me home..." Katalina begged the witch sheepishly. "That's not what we're concerned with right now," she said. She most certainly looked concerned about something. Katalina followed her down the hallway after she shut the door. They stopped at a teacher's compartment, and the woman opened the door, and indicated for Katalina to go in first. She did so, and the woman closed the door after her. Three other people who were apparently teachers sat in the room. This witch took a seat behind a desk. "Sit," she said, indicating the chair in front of her desk. Katalina did as told. "I'm assuming you're Katalina Gaunt?" She grimaced a little. "I prefer Smith..." she mumbled. The woman looked at her oddly. "... Katalina Smith?" she asked. "I don't like my family very much..." "I'll address you as Gaunt for the time being, it's your enrollment name. "Now, Katalina, I am Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration teacher. This --" She indicated a wizard with ginger hair, balding and graying, and a little on the chubby side. "-- is our potions master and head of Slytherin House, Professor Slughorn. This is Professor Sprout, your Herbology teacher and head of Hufflepuff. This is Professor Flitwick, Charms teacher and head of Ravenclaw." She nodded in turn to each of them as she was introduced to them. "Now, Miss Gaunt here," McGonagall said, resulting in another slight grimace on Katalina's part, "has produced a Patronus Charm. She is in only her fifth year. A Patronus Charm is seventh year level magic, and most of them have trouble with it. The dementors detected a presence in her compartment that they recognized to be in relation to what they were searching for, whether in family ties or personality, they could not say." Katalina was horribly afraid. "Professor Slughorn, you have the Veritaserum, I believe?" Slughorn handed over a tiny bottle of a clear liquid. "Katalina," Professor McGonagall said. "You seem quite sincere, but, by Ministry orders, we must use Veritaserum to interrogate you." She nodded, gulping. "Wh... what does... V-veritaserum do...?" she asked. "It forces the drinker to tell the truth at all costs." She nodded. "It is tasteless, scentless, and clear, as you can see. It'll be like water to you, but you will tell the truth upon drinking it, as it will force you to without thinking about your answer first." She nodded, yet again, taking the bottle. She uncorked it, and drank it. It did, indeed, seem like water. She didn't feel any difference in herself. "State your true name," Professor McGonagall said. "Katalina Arianna Gaunt," she said. "Why are you here?" "To go to Hogwarts." "For what reasons?" "To learn." "Learn what?" "Whatever the classes I have chosen to take this year offer me as learning material." "Do you have any relation to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" "I do not know." "That's interesting..." Katalina heard Slughorn say. "Have you met him?" McGonagall continued. "No." "Do you have a family connection with him?" "Yes." "Very interesting, indeed," McGonagall said. "Who?" "My father is one of his most devoted and important followers, some have called him Voldemort's right-hand-man." "And how do you feel about you father's connection with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" "It sickens me to the very pit of my stomach." "That's good... "Did you produce the Patronus charm that scared off the Death Eaters?" "Yes." "What form was it in?" "A phoenix." Everyone in the room gasped, except McGonagall, though she did appear astounded. "Could... could you show us?" Katalina took her wand from her pocket. She stood, walked behind the chair, and pointed it at the chair seat. "Expecto Patronum," she said aloud. The phoenix burst from her wand again, and it perched on the edge of the chair. "How long can you hold it there?" Professor McGonagall asked. Katalina pocketed her wand, and the bird was still there. "Until I tell her to go." "How long have you been able to make a Patronus?" "A few weeks," she said. "How did you learn?" "From a seventh year course book that I bought at Flourish and Blotts’ in Diagon Alley for a bit of light reading." "How long did it take to learn?" "Around five minutes." McGonagall swallowed nervously, looking around at the rest of the teachers. "How long does it normally take to learn for most students?" she asked them. "Weeks," Flitwick piped; his voice was as high as he was low; he was only tall enough to come up just past Katalina's knee. "And most of them give up before producing a true Patronus." "Is it true you were homeschooled by your father?" McGonagall asked Katalina. "Sort of." "What did he teach you?" "Nothing in the course books," she said. "He taught me dark magic, against my will, and of the history of it, and of my own family history." "And he did not include the Dark Lord in this family history?" "He did not," she said. "Was there anyone in particular that stuck out?" "Yes... an unknown halfblood child, and I heard that my brother is suspicious about it." "Does he know about the child’s parents?" "Yes. Its mother is my great-great aunt, Merope Gaunt. Its father was a muggle she made like her by love potions." "Do you know anything about the child's mother?" “According to my father, she 'disgraced our family name' when she ran off with him. She became pregnant by him, and stopped giving him the potion, thinking he'd still love her. He didn't, he left to live with his parents. She was broken, scared, and distraught, and had the baby at a muggle orphanage, where she herself died an hour after its birth." "The father," McGonagall choked out. "Did you know his name?" "Tom Riddle." McGonagall and Slughorn seemed to be particularly worried by this. "Do you know the Dark Lord's real name?" "No." "Good," McGonagall said. "And you won't until the time is right..." She raised her wand and pointed it at Katalina. "Obliviate," she said quietly. A blue beam of light hit Katalina, and she stared blankly ahead. "You are to forget this conversation. You will remember being here, but the conversation will be a complete blank. You will figure out that I Confunded you while you still are here." Katalina, still looking blankly ahead, nodded. McGonagall flicked her wand at Katalina again, who snapped back. "Why am I here?" she asked. "What do you mean, Miss Gaunt?" "I mean, aren't you going to interrogate me?" she asked. She looked down. Her phoenix was still there. "How'd my Patronus get there?" she demanded. She looked up at McGonagall. "You've Confunded my memory of the interrogation," she said accusingly, pointing at her. "I have," McGonagall agreed. "It's the only way to keep you safe." "Did you use anything that might make me tell you anything I didn't want to...?" she asked, suddenly noticing the miniature flask in her hand. She set it on the table. "Yes, Veritaserum, only a small dosage. It makes the drinker tell the complete truth about everything." "I want to know what I said!" "I cannot tell you that until another time, Miss Gaunt." "But if I said something I didn't know I knew or that incriminates someone --" "You didn't." "But I don't know what I said, how can I believe that?!" "You'll have to believe it for now, Miss Gaunt. You did say you learned the Patronus in around five minutes." "I did," she said. "I know. It was weird; the book said it could take up to a year, sometimes more, to get your Patronus to have a true form. It was extremely difficult magic. But I didn't find it to be, really. I can teleport it, too." She looked at the Patronus, as though communicating with it silently, and it disappeared, reappearing in front of Professor McGonagall, atop her desk, gazing at her. "And..." she said, and, focusing quite hard on the Patronus, it spoke with her voice, "I can make it speak for me." Professor McGonagall was astounded, as were the rest of the teachers. She looked almost afraid of this. "Is it... bad that I can...?" "No," McGonagall assured her. "Anything but bad. It's... it's amazing magic, we don't even teach that. Very few of the staff can do it, even. Out of curiosity, how far can you teleport it?" "As far as I want. As it is a piece of my memory, I can see through its eyes or my own when I teleport it. I can only teleport it to places I have an address for or places I've been before, though." "It's impossible to do otherwise," she assured her. "I thought it was impossible for a fifth year student to do at all, honestly, to make a perfect Patronus charm... but I've been proven wrong, I suppose. You may head back to your friends now. But, if James Potter and Sirius Black are still there, you may want to be careful not to tell them we've used Veritaserum. The effects won't wear off for the next hour." "Yes', ma'am," she said. She looked at her Patronus, and it dissolved on the desk in a puff of silvery smoke. Katalina turned and walked to the door. She opened it, stepped out, and, as she was closing it, heard Professor McGonagall's voice, speaking to another teacher, one word: "Amazing..." She shut the door and headed back to her compartment. She opened the door silently, shut it behind her, and took her seat next to the window outside. "So how long will they be letting you stay at the school?" James asked brightly. She glared at him. "I'd smack you if you were closer," she assured him coldly. "I'm not being chucked out, thank you; they only wanted to question me." "About what?" Remus asked. "I have no idea," she said. "What kind of questions? About the Patronus?" Sirius asked. "I really don't know," she said. "McGonagall Confunded me after the questioning." "Did they use Veritaserum?" James asked. "Yes," she said, though she really hadn't wanted to. She could tell it was working. "Has it worn off?" Sirius asked. "Professor McGonagall said it would stay for another hour." "Don't even think about it, you two," Lily said warningly. "Oh, why not?" James asked pleadingly. "It just seems like it would be so much fun! If she hadn't meant for us to question her ourselves, then she would have made her wait back in the teacher's compartment." "She told me not to mention I was under the influence of Veritaserum," she said. "Then why did you?" Lily demanded. "They asked me," she said. "You could've lie -- oh, right... never mind..." "Please don't ask me about my family," she said. "I really don't want to talk about them. I didn't want to say yes, but the effect is that it makes you tell the truth without giving you time to think and it doesn't let you lie after saying the true statement." "May we ask what your surname is, since you conveniently forgot to mention it earlier?" James asked. "You can…. Meaning you're capable of doing so. But I wish you wouldn't." "What if we do anyway?" "Then I'd tell the truth unwillingly." "Then what's --" "Don't!" Lily yelled at them. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at him. "She told me not to tell anyone, so her telling you unwillingly while I'm here is practically the same thing! Stop it! I will do it!" She stood up, still pointing it at him. "Thank you," Katalina said gratefully. "Is it that embarrassing?" Sirius asked. "Is to me." "Sounds funny?" James asked. "Not really, I guess." "She's ashamed of her family, alright?" Lily said. "Do you really need to know anything else?" "It's not because they're muggles? Or one of her parents was a muggle or a muggle born?" James said. "Because then I'd have to hex her." "No," Katalina said. "That's not why. I'd rather it be that way in fact." "Insufferable purebloods, I'll bet," Sirius said to James. "You would be one to know," James said to Sirius, nodding. “Alright, before we run out of time," James continued, Lily lowering her wand and sitting back down. "Un-family related shit. What to ask first..." "Where the bloody hell did you learn to do a Pa... Pa-thing-a-ma-what's-it-called?" Sirius asked. "Patronus." Lily corrected, laughing. "Oh, shut up, it's not my problem your brain's getting too bloody big for your skull..." "A seventh year course book," she said. "I bought it to read and see what the hardest things I'd learn would be, and I thought Patronuses sounded cool, so I gave it a go." "How long did it take to learn?" Lily asked. "About five minutes," she said. "They said it was a year before it would take actual form," she said. "But I didn't find it very hard at all. I can also make mine teleport and I can talk through it." "What kind of bird was it?" Lily asked. "It looked like a phoenix," she said. "It was a phoenix." "Wow..." she said. "Is the veritaserum still working?" James said. "Yes." "Thought it would be a good idea to double-check..." "Have you ever seen a dragon?" Sirius asked. They all looked at him oddly. "Hey, we're asking random questions now," he said. "I don't know anyone who's seen a dragon before." "No," she said. "Do you have any abilities that're rare to the wizarding world?" She didn't want to answer. She resisted. She resisted for nearly a minute. But she couldn't. "I can do magic without a wand," she breathed out. "And... and..." her voice quavered. "Is it wearing off already?" James asked. "No..." she strained. "I think she's trying to resist telling you something," Lily said. "I can talk to..." she said. "To... to..." She gulped. "I can talk to snakes." They were all quiet, staring at her oddly. She looked at the floor. It was exactly why she had resisted telling them. "When did you find out?" Lily asked. "I was two..." she said. "Two years old... I remember. My dad decided to test it... common in my family... I could already speak perfect English, he'd said, I remember, so we should see if I could speak Parseltongue like most of the rest of my family... and I could... I hate him for making me realize I could... I hate him..." "Don't all the Parselmouths end up in Slytherin?" Remus asked. "It's hard to track," Sev said. "I'd bet at least 99% had. But there's always odd cases in everything...." "Why did he want to know if you could?" Lily asked. "To... to... to make sure I really was his daughter..." she said. "Because his hatred of muggles wasn't reflected by me... or of muggleborns... halfbloods... he didn't understand why, so he tested... that... to see if I was truly a member of his family..." "So your entire family is?" Sirius asked. "Yes," she said. "As far back as we can trace it... all Parselmouths... all Slytherins... except me, and he doesn't like it, he tried to turn me into a Slytherin himself... please don't ask me any more about them..." she said. "I think I told McGonagall something about them that I hadn't put together myself and she managed to... she wouldn't tell me, but I think she did, and she wasn't telling me because she said it wasn't the right time to yet..." "But --" James started. "No," Lily said, amazingly at the same time as Sirius. Both of them looked at Sirius. "I'm ashamed of my family, and I know I'd be pissed as hell if someone force fed me Veritaserum and started asking me about them,” Sirius said. "If any of you tell anyone I'm a Parselmouth, I'll kill you," she said. "Literally?" James said. "Could be, depending on how upset I am," she said. "Okay," he said. "I value my life, I'm not going to. "Do you have an invisibility cloak?" "Yes," she said. "Yes, actually. Amazing thing, really, even when my dad tried to summon it, it would never come off me unless I physically pulled it off of myself. You could hide from Death himself under that cloak. And most of them, the charms wear off after a while; this one'd been in my mom's family for forever, according to her will. I thought it was amazing when I read about it. Reminded me of that one story in a collection of Beedle the Bard stories I read when I was young, the three brothers. My dad had that page marked and some symbol over it circled, it was weird." "I didn't ask her, in my defense," James said to Lily and Sirius. "I only --" "I know," Lily said. "It means the potion's starting to wear off. She can say things other than the answers now, but she tells the complete truth about them anyway." "What did the symbol look like?" Sirius asked. "Looked like a rune, but it isn't one," she said. "A triangle with a circle and a line in it. Book said something about the deathly hallows under there, where my dad had written in it, but I couldn’t make anything of it.” "The deathly hallows..." Lily said. "I've never heard of that before..." "Where’s the cloak?" James asked. She reached into her pocket and commenced to pulling something long and silvery out, that looked almost fluid-like, except that it couldn't have been, or it would have made the pocket of her skirt wet, or wouldn't have stayed in her pocket. She finished pulling it out; it was big enough to fit a fully grown adult. "There's no way that could have fit in your pocket without shrinking," Lily said. "I've read about invisibility cloaks --" "And everything else on God's green earth," James added. She kicked him in the knee. "I've read about them, none of them do that." "Do you know summoning spells?" she asked Lily. "You seem to be the smartest person in the compartment." "Yes," Lily said, laughing at the glares Katalina was getting from James and Sirius. "I'll put the cloak on, you summon something else first to prove you can, then try the cloak." "I know summoning spells too," Sirius said. "And so does James." "Alright," Lily said. Katalina threw the cloak over herself. Lily thought for a moment, then decided. "Accio wand," she said, pointing at James, whose wand flew out of his pocket and into her hand. "Hey!" he said. She handed it back, laughing. "Alright, now try the cloak," Katalina's apparently disembodied voice said. "Shall I put my hands out to prove I'm not holding it?" "Sure." Her hands appeared out of nowhere. "Accio invisibility cloak!" she said, clearly determined to make the spell work. The cloak didn't budge. She took it off, straightening out her hair. "Wish mine did that..." James said, admiring the cloak. "Mine doesn't even look the same..." "She just wasn't trying hard enough," Sirius said, pulling out his own wand. "It doesn't nescisarily have to be on," she said, folding it and placing it in her lap. "Try." "Accio invisibility cloak!" he said. It didn't budge. "Accio invisibility cloak!" he said, a little more forceful. "Careful," James said. "I don't want mine thinking it's being called and springing out of my luggage." "I don't get it..." he said, looking at the cloak, frowning. "Maybe it really is the cloak from the story," James said. "Yeah," Katalina said with a laugh. "And maybe a female Hungarian Horntail would give you her eggs without a fight if you asked her nicely. Kids stories," she concluded quite firmly. "They're made to entertain and teach a lesson. In this one, the lesson is actually the motto of the Ravenclaw House," she said. "'Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure.' While the older brothers asked for material things that could be stolen or misused, the youngest, smartest brother decided to think of something that would fool Death, and hide him and his gift from the rest of the world so it couldn't be stolen." "You mean there're people out there who can actually decipher the hidden lessons?" James said, amazed. She kicked him in the knee this time. "That does hurt," he said, glaring at her and rubbing his knee. "There's a lesson here, too. If it hurts, you shouldn't do it again." "Is the potion still working?" Lily asked. "I don't know," she said, frowning. "Ask me something you've already asked me and I'll try to lie." "What form does your Patronus take?" "A cactus," she said, with no effort. "Wow," Lily said. "I don't think I've gotten that dumb of a sarcastic answer ever before. Even from the idiots." The "idiots" were too busy laughing at the thought of a cactus chasing after a dementor and sticking it in the arse to have heard what Lily had said. After around ten minutes, as they were about done laughing, Sirius said, "I hope my Patronus is a cactus..." That set them off again for another five minutes. "The things they'll laugh at..." Katalina said in amused disbelief to Lily, who was shaking her head at them. "And I thought maybe the new one might be somewhat intelligent. Maybe set them in line," Lily said. She sighed. "Wishful thinking," she said. "No one'll ever be able to set them straight..." ---------- [i]That's the first two chapters. Like I said, I've got about seventeen done so far. At this point, it's not into the true storyline yet, but it's getting there. I will post up more, but I don't want to post up too much at once, I figure two chapters is a decent start, right?[/i]
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Thursday 4 September 2008 07 10 59 am    Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2 Geneve cursed herself for being so unstable. "I can't... control it!" she shrieked. "My grandfather left me with a really great legacy, didn't he?? If I'm a descendant of him, I must be evil! The blood in my veins is black with dark magic!" She slammed her slender fist onto the desk, and it shook unexpectedly. Then the frames on the wall shook. Geneve gripped the chair she was in, looking worried once more. She looked around the room, horrified. Liam looked at her, then turned to Damien. "This is not MY fault! Veela magic is not dark magic!" suddenly things started falling off the shelves. Liam took cover under the desk, and Damien got his wand out again. Geneve stood up, took out her wand and muttered a spell Damien had never heard before. "I want to disappear, I want to disappear..." she kept pleading to no one. And then, she went transparent. Damien stepped forward, reached out to where Geneve should have been and swiped at air. Geneve stared at him from her dimensional shift. She looked at her own hands; she was less than a ghost. Then she looked at Damien, mouthed the word "Help" before disappearing all together. Damien swiped at the air where Geneve had been, stepping all over the room, reaching, searching. She was gone.
choki Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 3150 Location: In the Land of chicken worshippers, trying to open a fried chicken fastfood chain	Posted: Wednesday 3 September 2008 10 49 22 am    Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2 A soft warm glow was emitting out of the room through the small gap. Nikolaus held his wand tightly, ready to curse anyone or anything that was going to burst out. On the contrary, it was all quiet and silent. Looking at his own wand, he began laughing off in his head. What was a malfunctioning wand capable of doing even if something was going to happen? With the initial tension gone, Nikolaus plucked up his fearlessness and went on to open the door which creaked at his touch. The first thing he noticed was the musty smell of the combination of stale air and dusts. The room was no bigger than the size of the portion class. It was clutched with various objects covered in dusts, ranging from books to a huge covered item against the wall and illuminating at the corner, was a branch of fire, which provided a soft luminous glow lighting up the room. Puzzled as how the fire was able to sustain itself despite having no ventilation, Nikolaus inched towards it. As he stepped forward, the door behind him closed by itself promptly. Resigned to the fate that the room seemed to be 'alive' and had wanted him to be in, Nikolaus ignored the seemingly precarious situation he was in. He focused at the fire. "Could it be...?" he thought for a moment before taking in a huge breath and blew it all out at the fire which remained perfectly still. "A Gubraithian Fire? The highly advanced charm of conjuring an everlasting fire?" he spoke out excitedly. He was delighted when he realised the fire branch in front of him was the legendary Gubraithian Fire. The last person who manage to perform this charm was Albus Dumbledore. He must have been the one who left this fire branch here. "Could this be the place where Dumbledore stored his stuffs?" pondered Nikolaus as he looked around the room. A comfortable looking armchair laid near the bookshelves. Perhaps a reading corner for the peculiar wizard? An huge object covered with a large dusty cloth caught his interests. He gave the cloth a strong tug. As expected, the dusts flew instantaneously. Despite holding his breath, Nikolaus went to a slight coughing fit. The revealed object was a magnificent mirror with a golden frame. However, he was surprised the mirror showed no reflection of himself, as if he was never there. The mirror image was rather indistinct. He could faintly make out the shape of the bookshelves behind him, but all in all, there was not anything defined. At the top of the frame laid an inscription 'erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi'. Nikolaus was absolutely clueless about the language inscribed on the mirror. Believing it to be the less-than-intriguing magical object, he did not pay further attention to the mirror, instead shifting his focus to others. A elegant wizard chess set with its pieces in an unfinished game, a miniature World Cup Quidditch set with the players flying around with the year 1922 inscribed on it, nothing caught his interests for long. He rummaged through the bookshelves next. A History of Magic, Advanced Spells for Auror Exams, 10 Steps to Victory in Wizard Chess... he brushed his fingers across the various titles, book by book until a few books at the edges dropped off the shelf. He hastily picked up the fallen books and was about to rearrange those back to their original position when he spotted a portion of what seemed to be a corner of the back of a frame. Intrigued by its hiding place, Nikolaus placed the books he was carrying back on the floor and started removing the books blocking the object of interest. At last, he was able to reach out to the back of the shelves, grabbing a firm hold of it. He secured the frame and turned it around, stunned by what was revealed in the frame. It was a portrait of a young man who resembled like him... Grindelwald...
Distortia Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 527 Location: Over the sea	Posted: Wednesday 3 September 2008 06 24 49 am    Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2 Geneve looked at Damien for a moment, biting her lip. What should she tell him? "Liam knows, of course. But I don't think either of us know what exactly to do to affect one another. The others might know too. The Headmistress, Mr. Potter, Nikolaus..." Geneve paused, regretting that she had said Nikolaus. It was because of his dark magic that she was able to magically bind herself to Liam. At that very moment, she could feel the dark magic pushing through her blood, thick and consuming. She felt possitively overpowered by it, but this time, she noticed it and breathed smoothly, controlling every rush of darkness. She would not let it take over again; not right in front of Damien! Geneve was distracted by the sound of something scratching. Both she and Damien noticed the origin at the same time; it was something in Damien's potions suit. He reached in and pulled out the partchment he had been looking at earlier. He unfolder it, looking at it, then at Geneve and back again. When he opened it to it's full length, his eyes scanned down to the bottom of the page. He mouthed a single word. Geneve watched his lips form her name. Geneve started to back away toward the door. He looked up at her again with a look of confusion on his face. Every ounce of her being was telling her to run. Run now! She turned around, took out her wand and yelled "Alohamora!" the door burst open, and as Geneve went to run out the door, she ran right into Liam, who had been leaning on the door. She knocked Liam down with a loud "oof!" and landed right on top of him. She was nose to nose with him, she could actually feel the heat of his breath on her own lips. She looked at him in the eyes. He looked shocked that she had knocked him down, and then his eyes changed to happy when he saw it was her. She smiled at him, and then, a serious moment over took her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips on his. She had always wondered what it would be like, to kiss Liam Delacour. Geneve felt as if the darkness in her blood was pushing it's way out of her system and disolving out of her back. She felt weak, feather light, breath taken... She broke the kiss. "I'm sorry..." she muttered, and got up. She turned around and ran into Damien, who was still clutching the parchment in his hand.
FawkesthePhoenix Joined: 31 December 2006 Posts: 3050 Location: Dancing circles around Voldemort, singing poetry into a hairbrush and dodging curses.	Posted: Tuesday 2 September 2008 05 43 08 pm    Post subject: Re: Life, Love and Magic Unknown in topic:Life, Love and Magic Unknown Time for an update! I know my chapters have been really short, but this fanfic is going to cover a [i]lot[/i] of time, with lots of chapters. “How do you do magic if you don't have a wand?” “How do you eat if you don't have a fork?” Chapter Two Vera Lanther was breaking the rules, and she knew it. She had casted an eavesdropping charm on Tom Riddle and Liana Thompson. If any juicy gossip was revealed about Liana, Vera had to know. It was for Tom's own safety. Because they were in love, Tom just didn't know it yet. And protecting someone you loved was a very virtuous thing to do, Vera had decided. Vera Lanther: the Virtuous. She liked that. Vera settled down to listen, imagining the wonderful things people would write about her. “I think it's cool, what you do.” Tom was saying. “Thanks. You're better at magic, though.” Liana insisted. “You levitated your feather before I even figured out what we were supposed to do.” “But you do magic differently, so it doesn't count. They never told us how to do it without a wand. I wish I could do what you could.” “But you're so good at wand magic. Why abandon what you're good at for something you'd never even heard of?” “Curiosity. I looked in the library, and no one's ever done what you do before. You're special.” Vera had the impression that Tom was blushing. “You think so?” Liana's smile shone through her tone of voice. “Yeah.” Tom's answering tone sounded just as happy. Vera got up with a start and stomped away. * * * Winter came with a flurry of snow, and soon it was Christmas morning. Vera got up silently just before dawn. She tip-toed down the stairs and into the Slytherin Common room. Being careful not to rouse any of the portraits, Vera crossed the room and walked up to the Boy's Dormitory. Tom Riddle was going to wake up to find a present from Vera: the Virtuous. An honour. That's what she thought, anyway. Silently opening the Boy's Dormitory door, Vera walked over to Tom Riddle's bed. Pulling aside his four poster bed's curtains, Vera experienced a great shock: there already was a present there! And it was from Liana! Vera wondered in shock how Liana had known, then remembered that they both had the same source. An overheard conversation floated to the front of her mind: “What are you hoping to get for Christmas?” Liana had asked. “Nothing. I don't get presents.” “I'll get you one.” But how had Liana gotten it to the Slytherin Common room? She was a Ravenclaw! And then Vera had an idea. The best, most brilliant idea ever in the history of ideas. Liana must have snuck into the Common Room! And she, Vera: the Virtuous would be the one to turn her in! Oh, the glory and honour! She'd surely be given a special award, and a feast in her honour! Vera hurried out of the Boy's Dormitory, all presents forgotten. “Professor, Professor!” Vera panted as she stumbled into the Slytherin Head's office. “Liana Thompson snuck into the Common Room!” The Head looked baffled. “How do you know this?” “I saw a gift from her in the Boy's Dormitory!” “And why were you in the Boy's Dormitory?” Vera blushed, but quickly explained. “I was giving someone a present! And I saw a present from Liana there and--” “Did you perhaps stop to think that Liana got help from, oh maybe, the houselves? Ms. Thompson did not sneak in, although I do appreciate your concern. There is nothing to be upset about. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some gift-giving to do myself.” Vera stomped out of the office, stunned. This was not happening. This could not be happening! No! Vera was shattered. She ran into her dorm, heart-broken, and sobbed openly onto her bed. Vera felt as though Christmas had been canceled, for surely, Liana had ruined her life. And Vera: the Virtuous-- no, she was Vera: the Justified now. And Vera: the Justified would get revenge.
Q.Araignee Joined: 4 January 2006 Posts: 4385 Location: Sharing Pangalactic Gargleblasters with my Physics teacher and co.	Posted: Tuesday 2 September 2008 09 42 35 am    Post subject: Re: RPG: The Six Wizards in topic:RPG: The Six Wizards Neko had to admit, the plan sounded intriguing. A little something new to spice things up could only be good. Well, good by their definition- not necessarily everyone else's. With a brief smile she stepped lightly off the bus and walked to her room. There was little she needed to pack really: her wand was kept in a sheath on her forearm, there were but two knives she carried for emergencies that were also discreetly kept upon her person...a few clothes, her supply of Healing Draughts and a few other bottles, the cord that kept her bun in place was a well used garotte while the belt knotted about her waist was truly a whip. With that she was ready. There was still plenty of time until midnight, so Neko shouldered her small bag and headed for the meeting room once more. She wished to make sure it was tidy before they left. Such a small thing, but she liked a certain order to their hideout- not that any of the others noticed her tinkering. When she saw Inu in the room though that plan was forgotten. And for once he hadn't turned to watch her enter. She walked over to him, the familiar sliver of fear trickling down her spine, and placed a hand gently over his own- though his clearly dwarfed hers. She did no more, waiting to see if Inu would speak for it was not her place to ask.
FawkesthePhoenix Joined: 31 December 2006 Posts: 3050 Location: Dancing circles around Voldemort, singing poetry into a hairbrush and dodging curses.	Posted: Monday 1 September 2008 08 11 26 pm    Post subject: Re: Elder Wand's Allegiance in topic:Elder Wand's Allegiance i don't think the wand feeling like another appendage thing is quite that litteral. otherwise, couldn't dementors just go around eating unsold wands instead of people's souls? and wouldn't that mean that ron had inherited bill's soul? and that if you're disarmed, you're now souless and the disarmer now has two souls?