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Draco's Veela	By : FireCats20 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 1840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Daughters of the Moon, or Sons of the Dark, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prolog Part 1: Magical London
- 2-Prolog Part 2: LA—4 Sons, 5 Daughters, A Prince, and an Ancient Evil
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Draco's Veela

AN: In order for this to work the way I needed it to, I had to make Harry 2 years old when his parents are killed. I also made the daughters friends before the age of 15.

Summary: Ivy is your normal LA teen, except for her unearthly beauty and powers. At age thirteen, she could turn the head any man, gay or straight. The guys want her and the girls hate her. Aside from her beauty, Ivy's only flow is her inability to control her powers. These powers operate on her emotions; due to the fact, she was born under the element of water, in her case ice, when Ivy is upset things around her freeze. Now this young Siren finds herself at the one place she swear she would never go, Hogwarts. Sent by her father — a former Death Eater — Damian Skylee, what is her role in the battle between Harry and Voldemort and what is this even darker force? While at the school, old memories begin haunting her and an old flame rekindled; and will her new allies be able to save her from her past?

Prolog

Part 2: LA—4 Sons, 5 Daughters, A Prince, and an Ancient Evil

            Over the next three years Aphrodite moved her daughters further and further from the magical world. After the first two years Ivy’s family wound up in the US. By Ivy’s 13^th birthday, her family had lived in all fifty states. Aphrodite finally settled in the richest part of LA.

            “Ivy at least give it a try,” Aphrodite pleaded with her middle child as she unpacked her things.

            “Why bother,” Ivy said, “we’re just going to be packing up again anyway.” She was sitting in a rounded, egg shaped chair with her right leg draped over the arm rest. She was tossing a little red and green ball in the air and catching it. The ball had a crest with a lion and a crest with a snake. “You can’t stay in one place for too long simply because you can’t seem to get far enough away from our father, and home.”

            “Ivy—,” Aphrodite started, but was cut off.

            “I’m not done yet Mother,” Ivy snapped sitting upright in the chair, “We were happy back home, I was happy. We belong there, not here, not in the Muggle world,” As Ivy spoke ice began to form around her, “We have to hide who we are and for what? Just so you can be happy? Well Mother, is that it? Because I sure as Hell am not happy hiding and they will agree with me. We don’t fit in anywhere outside the magical world.”

            “Ivy, that’s enough!” Aphrodite yelled.

            “Why Mother, am I not right?”

            “No, you are far from the truth.”

            “Then tell me why?” Ivy yelled. “Why did you rip us away from the only thing we knew and throw us into a world we have to hide who and what we are?”

            “I did it to protect you and your sisters,” Aphrodite said walking to stand beside Carnation. “I moved us because you girls were in danger.”

            Carnation and Azalea stood in Ivy’s defiance, “We were all happy at home,” Carnation said, “I had friends, good friends that had nothing to do with Riddle or Death Eaters. I was doing great in all my classes, and just because you married a Death Eater, doesn’t mean your children will be Death Eaters. Daddy doesn’t care if we fallow him or not.”

            “We have no clue what they are teaching at these schools,” Azalea continued. “We are complete lost!”

            “We miss our Daddy, Arrgo, and friends,” Lilac said.

            “Why can’t we owl them?” Freesia whined. “I wanna use my powers!!”

            “It’s not fair, Mom,” the five said at once, “we miss Daddy and Arrgo. Mom, we just want to go home!”

            “I’m sorry girls,” Aphrodite said. “I did what I thought was right. I am only trying to protect you. I never meant to hurt any of you.”

            “Well Mommy,” Ivy snapped, “You did hurt us. You took us away from everyone and thing we know and cared for; throwing us into a world where we have to hid who we truly are and I hate you for that.” Ivy stood and walked out the door. The other girls stood beside their mother staring at the door. After five minutes they started for the door to look for their sister.

            As Azalea walked to the door, she turned to her mother, “It’s hard on all of us,” her tone was so soft, Aphrodite barely heard her speaking, “you ripping us away from the only life we have ever known and throwing us into this one. In time we’ll be able to adjust and forgive you, but you need to understand this is much harder on Ivy. There is a reason Ivy doesn’t take off that green crystal; she loves Draco more than her own life and so she bonded her soul to the crystal, Draco has the other crystal. Oh, and Mom, if I am right about this, and I’m 110 percent sure I’m right, you have taken Ivy away from her Soul Mate.” With having that said Azalea fallowed her sisters out the door.

            Ivy felt she was being led by an unknown source. She stopped thinking and let the unknown source lead her. When Ivy awoke from her trance like state, she found herself in the darkest parts of LA. With no one around, she let her shield fall revealing her unnatural lavender-blue eyes and deep sapphire hair that gives off the impression that it’s on fire. An ice blue dragon snaked its way up Ivy’s right arm and around the right side of her neck, a black dragon with red tipped wings crawled up her leg, and a cream dragon wrapped around lower back and stomach to rest on her chest. Appearing on her left forearm, The Dark Mark engulfed in a Phoenix shaped flame.

            With in seconds Ivy’s left forearm began to burn. She glanced down to see the mark that cursed her very existence; a snake coming from the mouth of a skull, the symbol of a Death Eater, appeared within a Phoenix shaped flame. Even though, this mark was different, the snake and skull was still outlined in red, which marked her as a traitor to the dark side and an enemy to the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

            For a moment Ivy was lost in her thoughts. She stared at the mark, ~Damn you Riddle! Damn you to Hell! If it weren’t for you being pure evil I would still have my Lion and Dragon. Because of you I have lost everyone and everything that ever meant something to me; and I swear I’ll find a way to destroy you. I will make you pay for taking everything from me.~ Ivy took a breath and looked up, “When I find a way home I will come after you and destroy you! With everything in me I will make you pay for branding me as your servant, killing my Lion, and whatever else you want from me.”

            Ivy was startled by a shadow that seemed thicker than normal and moved as if it were alive. A feeling of unease washed over Ivy and she began to walk. The shadow appeared to fallow Ivy as if it were curious about her and what she would do next..

            ~Is that shadow fallowing me?~ Ivy suddenly thought of how people traveled in the magical world remembering most used a method to travel by shadow. ~Has he found us and sent one of his Death Eaters? What if he has and the shadow is one of his Followers?~ Ivy started walking faster, she knew she had to find people fast. Her thoughts remained on the dense shadow that fallowed her. She had not noticed she was back on the street until it was too late, ~Maybe it’s nothing bad, perhaps it’s just my imagination or some new power…~ Ivy’s thoughts were cut short as she had bumped into something, “What the hell!” Ivy said as she hit the cold ground. The skirt she wore, short as it was, slid up even higher reviling more then she wanted it to.

            “Oh shit!” a male voice said, “Are you ok? Do you need some help?”

            Ivy realized she was on a highly crowded street with four highly attractive guys, three standing in front of her, and the forth on the ground. She didn’t remember leaving the ally, so how and she gotten here and more importantly, where was here? She turned to look back at the and found herself paralyzed. Someone was fallowing her, but she couldn’t tell who. Ivy had known ever Death Eater before was forced to move and this man looked too young to bare the mark and to top it off his eyes glowed phosphorus. She thought there was no way he was connected to Voldemort, but what if he was connected to the Phoenix.

            “Here,” one of the men said offered Ivy a hand, “let me help you.”

            His words pulled Ivy out of her trance. She was speechless as Burto took her hand. She just stared at him trying to make her mouth move, but all she could manage was a whispered “thank you.”

            The four looked like ancient gods from another time. The one helping her from the ground looked like an Aztec God, the one to his right looked like a barbarian from the Visigoth era, the one to the left of the Aztec looked like a shaman form the Frontier days, and the one gathering art supplies looked like a modern day artist. Ivy felt entranced by them and she had a vague feeling that she, or a part of her, knew who they were.

            “She’s not hurt, is she?” the artist asked. He looked the most like your typical teen. The boy had not looked up from his spot on the ground, he must have been the one she collided with and the art supplies must have been the crashing sound.

            “I’m fine thanks for asking!” Ivy sounded a little upset she felt he should have asked her personally. She started to walk away then turned back annoyed and asked, “What’s with all that crap anyway. Are you some kind of big shot artist you can’t even look up long enough to ask the girl you ran into if she’s hurt.”

            The three guys gasped, “Oh no, you’ve done it now,” The Visigoth said. “Kyle hates it when people call his “ART” crap.” He had long hair that put Ivy in mind of a barbarian.

            “Obie’s right,” The Aztec god, in Ivy’s words, said and pointed to the shaman, “Samuel here called Kyle’s art crap once…”

            “Shut up Burto!” the shaman, Samuel said.

            Ok, now she knew their name so why did she want to ‘know’ them? That’s when she saw it, each of the boys had the same marks around their wrist and… “Is that a brand?” she asked touching Burto’s arm, “I’ve seen this marked in a book once. It was, according to the book, believed an ancient evil that had been around before the Gods created a world parallel to this one. It was said this servant of darkness would brand those it had taken it as slaves, servi, its Followers…”

            The four were frozen in place, even Kyle had stopped what he was doing to look at her. When Ivy looked up she knew she should have kept her mouth shut. They stood there staring at each other for what seemed an eternity. Why didn’t Ivy have control of her mouth?

            Finally after several minutes Ivy spoke and put out her hand, “Ivy Skylee” she said realizing she had forgotten to put her shield back up. The guys looked confused and completely entranced by now, “My name is Ivy Skylee. I’m from London and I know about things humans wouldn’t believe existed even if they saw it themselves. She paused, “Where exactly am I? Oh! A pet shop!” Ivy walked to the window of the shop. She still had no idea where she was.

            The four blinked and looked at each other ~Can we trust her?~ Burto thought.

            ~She seems harmless enough,~ Obie added.

            ~But what if it sent her to take us back,~ Kyle stated.

            Samuel decided to take a chance and tell Ivy where she was, the smart ass why, “You’re in LA.”

            Ivy turned back to the four, “I knew that, but what I don’t know is where in LA I am. I just moved here tonight and I’m, well I’m lost.”

            “You’re in China Town,” Samuel said.

            “How the hell did I get here?” Ivy asked more to herself. She walked over to Kyle and started helping him pick up his art supplies, “Here let me help you. This is mostly my fault anyway. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going, but I was so lost in thought that I—”

            “Can I paint you?” Kyle asked as he stood.

            Ivy looked up to see Kyle and his friends stirring at her with familiar hunger and lust, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. Even though the city lights had blocked out the moon Kyle was the first to really notice how it’s rays found their way to Ivy’s body. Soon after she stood the others really noticed the moonlight caress her face and sparkled on her skin; they could see the temptress, the Siren, the goddess hidden within.

            Everything around the five seemed to disappear as Ivy pushed a strand of blue hair behind her ear. They stared at each other in a trance like state for what seemed like an eternity.

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            “You’re not human are you?” Samuel said as the five entered the loft where they lived.

            “I… I umm…” how was Ivy going to answer that one, “I should call my Mother and let her know where to pick me up at.” Ivy hopped they would let it drop.

            “Here,” Obie tossed Ivy a cell, “you can use my phone.”

            Ivy almost forgot what she was doing when she caught the very nice very expensive Samsung Galaxy Note with a hunter green case. She dialed the number and prayed that here mom would not be the one to answer. Ivy crossed the room and gazed out the window listing to the sound of the ringing.

            “Hello,” think God it was Carnation, “Ivy, if this is you, I’m so kicking your ass. Where the hell are you?”

            “Nice to hear from you too,” Ivy sounded pissed, but relieved. “No I have not been rapped, abducted, or picked up by the cops for prostitution, thanks for asking.”

            “Cut the crap Ivy,” It was Azalea and she sounded pissed, “just tell us where you are.”

            Ivy was quite for a moment, ~What would make Azalea so upset?~ she thought and when she recovered, Ivy answered shy and timid “Truthfully I have no idea where I am. I was walking through an area that reminded me of home and I thought that bastard had found us, ‘cause I thought I saw something fallowing me, then I smash into these four really hot guys,” the four blushed when Ivy looked at them causing her to smile, “and they tell me I’m in China Town… How long have I been gone? Anyways, one of them is an artist so he asked if he could draw me, so I’m at their loft—“

            “YOU’RE WHAT!” All four of Ivy’s sisters exclaimed, loud enough for the boys to hear. “Ivy, what if you were right, what if he did find us and they work for him, and—“

            “Don’t worry,” Ivy cut her sisters off knowing now would be a bad time to tell them something was fallowing her, “they don’t, I can tell, besides Ia hinkta heyta reay ikela sua, ervantssa ota ay arknessda. Heyta areba heta arkma foa ay ervisa.”   (I think they are like us, servants to a darkness. They bare the mark of a servi.)

            “We trust your judgment,” Lilac said.

            “Are you coming home tonight?” Freesia asked.

            “No. I think, if it’s alright with them, I’m gonna stay here. I don’t wanna deal with Mother.” Ivy knew it was not a good idea, but she did not feel like dealing with Aphrodite right now. “Let Mommy know I’m fine and I’ll be back before we start that hell they call school.”

            “Ok sis, be careful,” The four said in unison.

            “You know I won’t,” Ivy replied.

            “That’s what we’re afraid of.”

            “Wow you just sounded like Daddy. I love you girls.”

            “We love you too, Vee.”

            The girls hung up and Ivy tossed the cell back to Obie. She turned to the window trying to decide how to tell the guys that she was a Siren, and gasped when she saw a cloaked figure in the trees. A Phoenix crest appeared on the breast of the cloak, his eyes were a breath tacking unnatural phosphorus yellow that glowed in the moonlight. Ivy found herself lost in his eyes as he stared at her. A small black dragon with red tipped wings appeared perched on Ivy’s shoulder. She knew he was one of three spirit guides; however this was the first time Ivy had actually seen him come to life. The dragon half squawked, half chirped before dashing out the window. He raced to the trees where the young man stood.

            “I’m not the only one who saw that, am I?” Kyle asked.

            “I saw it too,” the other young men said.

            “His name is Crimson-Flame, well that’s what I call him,” Ivy said absently, “I chose the name because it looks like he has flame designs on his scales. Crimson is a spirit guild. He protects me from things that would bring me harm. I have two other spirit guilds. The only other one I have seen come to life is Icy; he is a beautiful ice dragon. The last dragon is Moon; she is basically the dragon queen. I have not seen her come alive yet, but she is the color of the moon.” Ivy turned from the window to face the four. She pointed to the trees where the clocked male stood, “Who is that standing by the trees?”

            Burto stepped forward and looked out at the trees and back at his friends, “Hay guys, I think we might have a huge problem.”

            Kyle took a step, “Why, who, what is it?”

            “The Prince of Night!”

            Ivy could tell by the tension in Burto’s voice that this prince was bad news. Something inside her said to avoid looking him directly in the eyes. Minutes later the dragon returned to Ivy’s side nuzzling her chin before returning the her leg, the young man faded into a shadow.

            ~Was he the shadow I saw fallowing me in the street?~ Ivy thought to herself.

            The dragon squawked the answer, ~Yes daughter, he was the one fallowing you. He was not going to harm you, just merely curious. Other Followers of his Master would have brought you harm, he guided you to the Legend of Four. If you stay around these four you will be guided to your destiny.~

            “So he was protecting me?”

            ~Yes my child.~

            “And my destiny?”

            ~Includes these four young men and five young women you will meet when you start school.~

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            Just after 3am Ivy fell asleep on the couch of Kyle’s loft. For the past two month she had been sneaking out to see the four guys and get away from her mother. Now that school was starting back Ivy wouldn’t be able to see Kyle, Obie, Burto, and Samuel, because they were attending different high schools.

            On this particular night Ivy desperately needed to get away from her mother. She had argued with her mother to the point, Ivy had transformed. Ivy’s normal blue streaked blonde hair was a flaming electric blue, her soft sapphire eyes were a deep wildfire blue, and all three dragons were vibrant agents her faint blue-moon tone skin. She trusted the four to let her stay and never asked questions.

            “Why do you think she is so upset?” Obie asked. He was running his fingers through Ivy’s soft blue hair, he was quite found of Ivy as well, even more so then the other guys. “I’ve never seen her hair so blue.”

            “Can any of you see anything?” Kyle asked. He had grown fond of Ivy as well. He and the others were worried about Ivy.

            Burto and Samuel glanced at each other than to their friends, “No, nothing,” Burto said sitting cross legged on the floor.

            “Her mind is completely blocked,” Samuel added, concern flooding his tone. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned ageist the window seal, crossing his legs left over right. “Whatever is wrong with her has to do with the fact she keeps mumbling green dragon over and over.”

            Samuel was right about that part, but that was only half of the story. Obie was the only one Ivy ever talked to about a green dragon, the boy she knew back in London. The other part was, Ivy was severely homesick and she felt like she was back home when the guys were close.

            Obie considered telling his friends and brothers about the young man Ivy called Green Dragon, but he was unsure of Ivy’s reaction. After listing to the long debate Obie decided Ivy could kill him later if she was able to.

            “Green Dragon,” Obie stated, “is a pet name for Ivy’s best friend. From the time she was five Ivy and her Dragon were inseparable. The two were pretty much joined at the hip. Ivy choose the name because the boy’s favorite color is green and his name means dragon.”

            “And you know that how?” Burto asked.

            “She told me,” Obie answered. “Ivy also told me when she was ten she had to leave him. Ivy felt in her heart they were destined to be. When the two were of age they were to be married.” Obie pulsed then continued, “I think today is actually his birthday and the day Ivy was forced to leave her home. I could be wrong, but the timing is right.”

            Burto noticed Ivy was holding an envelope, “Hey, what’s this?” he asked pulling the paper from her hand.

            “It looks like a letter,” Kyle said.

            The four examined the letter and found the reason for Ivy’s sadness. It was an invitation and a list of what she would need for the year. As they examined it further they found it wasn’t just one letter, but four letters. There was one letter for each year from age eleven to fourteen.

            “What are you talking about?” Ivy asked rubbing her eyes.

            “Nothing,” Obie said. “Can I ask why you are so upset?”

            “Yeah,” Ivy said “go ahead and ask.”

            “You know, you’re a trip.”

            “I know.” Ivy shrugged.

            Obie knew Ivy would only answer if he rephrased the question, “So why are upset?”

            “Tell us everything,” Burto and Kyle said.

            “When I was ten I got my first letter for school. It’s a privet school and only open to people like me, people with gifts,” Ivy pulsed before continuing, “My Mother thought it would be safer if we moved to — fuck it — Mom wanted to move to the Muggle world. This world where magic doesn’t exist. We lived in London for a while then Mom moved us and moved us and moved us. This is like the millionth place we’ve lived, and to top it off it’s my Dragon’s birthday.” Ivy finished her statement in one breath. Everyone was looking at her confused.

            Burto opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he was unable to make words form. Samuel and Kyle looked at Ivy like she had two heads and Obie… Obie looked as lost as Ivy felt.

            “So,” Obie said lifting Ivy’s face to his, “what you are telling us is there is yet another world parallel to this one. You were born there and just before your eleventh birthday you crossed a type of barrier and came to this world, the Muggle world? Then over the past three years your family has lived everywhere in the world and now you’re here.”

            “Pretty much, but we’ve only lived in London and the US.”

            “And the letters?” Burto asked.

            “They are form the school my parents went to. My mother refuses to let me and my sisters go because it’s too dangerous. I didn’t want to go anyway at first. I wanted to go to and all-girls school because of how I look.”

            “Would you go if she let you?” Samuel asked the question Obie was scared to.

            Ivy had to consider her answer very carefully, “I cannot lie to you; I want to go now. I miss my father, Arrgo, and my friends… I will desperately miss you, but I’m deeply homesick and I’m tired of having to hide who I am.”

            “Ivy,” Obie took her face in his hands and for a minute she though he would kiss her, “Ivy we get that, we understand what it’s like to be homesick. I myself know what it’s like to miss someone you love. I had a girlfriend back in my time. I was going to marry her before I was taken.”

            “Why are you telling me this?”

            “I guess my point is, if I were in your place, I would jump at the chance to go home.”

            “I would too,” Samuel said sadly.

            “Me too,” Burto said, “even if I were about to be killed.” Ivy looked confused and Burto answered the unspoken question, “I was chosen as the God of my people. They worshiped me and when the day came for me to be set free of my earthly body, I was taken just before the knife pierced my flesh.”

            “And I was trying to find meds for my grandfather,” Samuel said. “will you answer my question now, about what you are?

            “When we met you asked if I was human,” Ivy said, “the answer is no. I am a Water Siren. The world I came from is only partly parallel to this one. You see there are places in this world that lead to that world. For example this loft might have a 13th floor, and that’s where my world exist. In the magical world we don’t have phones or cars or even electricity. Magic controls everything, and I know you read my letters so you know how we travel. This loft could be a mansion, all creatures of myth are real, and it’s a crime to kill and drink the blood of a Unicorn.

            Just as Ivy was about to speak, something in the trees caught her attention. She stared unseeing into the void of the night. Ivy was having a premonition, something that doesn’t happen often. In just a short time Ivy and her sisters will be forced to make a choice the will decide the fate of every one they know.

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            “Ivy, I don’t want you seeing those boys anymore,” Aphrodite said. “Do I make myself clear?”

            “I don’t care what you say Mother,” Ivy answered. “You can’t stop me. They are the only friends I have here. They understand me and I WILL continue to see them until they tell me to fuck off!”

            “Watch your mouth—”

            “Or what? You’ll ground me.” Ivy laughed. “Fuck, damn, shit, bit—”

            Aphrodite had heard all she could, and before she or her daughters knew it, she slapped Ivy. “I said to watch your mouth young lady. I am still your Mother and as long as you live in this house you will do as I say.”

            Then I guess I will have to find somewhere to live,” Ivy said in a voice that reflected a Death Eater, “because I sure as hell will not stop hanging with my friends and spending time in the darker parts of LA.”

            Ivy grabbed her jacket, slid it on and started for the door. It wasn’t clod in LA, but Ivy was so upset, she was trembling. Her sister tried to stop her from walking out, but her mind was made up. She slammed the door hard enough to break the glass window in it. All that remained of Ivy was the ice footsteps leading to the door. At this point Ivy was too upset to care about anything; she hated her mom, her dad, school, LA, London, Lucius, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and most of all, she hated Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Voldemort.

            ~How dare she!~ Ivy thought. ~If she thinks she can keep me from my guys, she has another thing coming.~ She stopped walking, “Just because she is my Mother doesn’t mean she can control me.”

            Ivy continued walking lost in thought. She was not paying attention to where she was going, taking turns leading to the darker parts of LA, gang land. Ivy wanted to lose herself, she wanted to get wasted, high and have unprotected sex with the first person, male or female, she came across. At this point Ivy didn’t care about Draco, Pansy, the two fatsos, Vincent and Gregory, or even her Lion, Harry. She only cared about one thing, making the pain end.

            Ivy was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice her last turn took her down a dark ally and away from the safety of the crowded streets. When Ivy finally look up she was completely alone. The darkness of the ally reminded her of the streets she would walk with her father and Arrgo.

            Ivy heard someone ahead of her talking and thought, ~What the hell, I need an adrenal rush. What’s the worst that could happen?~

            Ivy knew she should turn around, but her reckless side needed to be tested. She fallowed the voices until they became clear and see could see who they belong to. Ivy counted nine bodies easily, there could have been more. Under normal circumstance, Ivy was extremely careful about not making sound in dangerous situations, however, she wasn’t watching what she was doing and lost her footing causing her to stumble forward knocking boxes to the ground.

            ~Damn,~ Ivy thought, ~I’m out of practice.~

            Ivy was caught! The group started walking over to her. Some held switchblades, others crowbars. Ivy know she could easily stop them, but she wanted to see of this played out.

            “You lost princess?” someone asked.

            ~If he only they knew,~ Ivy thought.

            “She must be,” a female said, “this Chica lives in the rich parts.”

            ~That sounds like Jimena,~ Ivy thought. ~So the girl from math and biology is in a gang.~

            “Well Chica,” Jimena said. She was a beautiful Latino girl, someone Ivy would date if either dated girls. “You must be lost if you’re on this side of the tracks. Don’t you know you could get hurt, there are worse gangs then mine out there.”

            “Really!” Ivy said sarcastically. “I had no idea.”

            “Smart ass,” Jimena said.

            “Thank you,” Ivy responded. She walked to a van being loaded with boxes, “I would have gone for something bigger like TVs or stereo systems.”

            “You’re not the goodie-goodie you look like, are you?” a male asked.

            “Well I was on my way to get a tattoo, I know how to kill a person several different ways and get away with it… and—oh yeah—before I moved here the streets back home were as dark and creepy as this ally, so yeah I’m not that innocent.”

            “So Chica,” Jimena said, “can you fight?”

            As soon as the question was asked three guys grabbed Ivy. Within three minutes she had them down. The first guy was pinned to a wire fence with her hill. The second was slumped agents a dumpster, and the third was knelling at Ivy’s side his switch blade at the main artery in his neck.

            “You’re good,” the guy pinned to the fence said.

            “Yeah good,” the guy knelling stuttered. He motioned to his friend, “What’d ya do ta him?”

            “He’s fine, just give him some time to recover,” Ivy said backing away from the two. “I hit a pressure point in his neck. It will wear off in about an hour.” She closed the blade and tossed it back to the owner, “Nice blade, you still it?”

            “No,” he said defensively, “It belonged to my Dad. He gave it ta me when I was sent ta Juvi.”

            “What’s Juvi?” Ivy asked.

            Before she was answered sirens broke through the ally and everyone took off in different directions. Some members took off in the van leaving Ivy, Jimena, and the three.

            “They’re over here!”

            “You’re surrounded, give yourselves up!”

            “Jimena, what do we do?” the guy Ivy knocked into the fence asked.

            “Let me think,” Jimena said looking around.

            “I’ll distract them,” Ivy said. “I don’t have, what’s it called, a record? I’ll tell them I got lost. There’s a way out over there.” Ivy pointed to a hole in the fence, but the group didn’t move. Ivy turned to face Jimena and back to the lights, “GO!”

            The gang managed to get away. ~Where did that hole come from?~ Jimena thought. ~It wasn’t there before.~

            “Stop, don’t move, get down on the ground and put your hands on your head.” Jimena had heard that voice many times before, she would know it anywhere.

            Once out of view Jimena turned to see just how badly Officer Bradswell was treating Ivy, but to her surprise nothing was happening, well almost nothing.

            Ivy’s hair, cloths, and eyes had changed. Her skin was transparent faint blue agents the pupil-less blue eyes, electric flame blue hair, sapphire leather tub, micro mini, and matching boots. It was Ivy, but it wasn’t the same girl Jimena had seen just moments ago. The girl Jimena saw now was more like a goddess.

            “Officers,” Ivy’s voice was lyrical and inhuman. It was very entrancing, but did not have the same effect on Jimena that it did on the men. “Officers, put your guns away and return to your cars. There are no criminals her, only me. I took a wrong turn on the street. Please let me return home.”

            The officers started to return to their cars. Jimena watched in awe at their retreat that was until a female officer showed up causing Ivy to quickly mask herself again. ~How did she do that?~ Jimena thought. ~How could she control them?~ Ivy knew she’d been caught as she listened to Jimena think, ~I have to find a way to get her alone, catch her at school or away from her sisters, so I can find out.~

            Ivy explained she had gotten lost and was saved by the sirens. She returned home to find the house dead, which was unusual. She checked every room of the house to find no one home. She checked the answering machine, her nightstand, the kitchen, and every table in the living room for some sort of note that would tell her were Aphrodite and sisters were, but she came up empty handed. ~Where is everyone?~ Ivy thought, ~It is unlike Mom to just leave… Maybe we have been found! Someone else must have been fallowing me!~

            ~Ivy, relax, we out looking for your hard to track ass,~ Azalea’s words raced thought Ivy’s mind.

            ~Yeah,~ Freesia put in, ~Mother felt you use your powers.~

            ~She is not happy!~ Carnation exclaimed.

            ~Mom can deal,~ Ivy thought back, ~Is everyone alright? No one hurt? Mom?~

            “Ivy!” Aphrodite said as she and her daughters walked through the door. “Ivy you are grounded!”

            For once Ivy didn’t argue, she knew she deserved it this time and every time before. She knew she’d been caught and had no idea how to explain it. She would willingly take this punishment.

            ~You’re stupid Ivy,~ she thought to herself, ~how could you be so reckless?~

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            “Dragon!” Ivy yelled sitting upright in her bed. She looked around and walked to her window.

            The night air was cool and soothing. This had been another night of relentless nightmares. Tonight’s nightmare was of Draco and Pansy getting married. Ivy walked in just after ‘the kiss’ and neither knew who she was.

            “That is one dream I won’t let happen,” Ivy told the sky. “I need some action! What time is it?” Ivy looked at her alarm clock to see it showed 2:45 am. Satisfied with the time, Ivy walked to her oversized Walk-in closet. She dug around until she found the perfect black leather micro-mini, hooker hill boots, and purple mesh belly shirt. She found a beautiful velvet cross chocker with a double beaded chain and tribal earrings.

            After dressing and applying make-up, Ivy snuck out the window. She let her natural blue hair color shine. The people passing by all stopped to stare at the remarkable Gothic goddess. The belly ring she wears sparkled in the headlights of passing cars.

            Ivy let her feet do the walking, something she often did when she felt lost. The only problem with that was, her feet lead her to danger, and now was no exception. Ivy was carried by her thoughts to the most dangerous place in California, The Dungeons.

            This night club should hold the number one spot for most dangerous places in the US. Ivy knew she shouldn’t be there the moment she heard the music, but that didn’t stop her from walking in. The smell of smoke, drugs, and liquor hit her instantly, sending her flying back to the Malfoy Manor. The memory was Ivy and Draco spying on the last Death Eater meeting Damian took his daughters to just four days before the girls were dragged across the world.

            "Care to dance, Ivy," a voice rang in Ivy's ear. She turned to the sound becoming lost almost instantly in deep sapphire pools. "You know it's quite dangerous for you to be here." The voice continued as they walked to the dance floor. "You should be more careful, our master has a very nice reward for the person to bring you to him."

            "So you're Stanton," Ivy started. “The Prince of the Night.”

            "Some days I wish I were not," The surfer blond replied.

            "Why is that?" Ivy stopped dancing and Walked to the bar. ~Everyone looks too young to be drinking.~

            "That is the beauty of the Cold Fire," Stanton stated. "Yes I read your thoughts. Your mind is very interesting.”

            “Why were you fallowing me in the ally?” Ivy asked. “And way was it a bad thing you showed up at the loft.”

            “You remind me of Livia." Stanton pulsed and looked at Ivy in a semi-longing way. "Livia was a young Amazon princess. She was chosen by Ethan, to give him a son, and when she refused he destroyed everything she had and held dear. After losing everything she agreed to do as he asked. Livia stepped through the Cold Fire becoming immortal. When the child was born Livia was stripped of her immortality and killed."

            "Livia gave her son to Selene, didn't she?" Ivy asked in a voice no longer her own.

            “She did,” Stanton replied,” The legend states Ethan’s son was stolen from him the second Livia took her last breath.”

            “Selene took him,” Ivy said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Selene went to Nefandus on the day of the murder and took the child. He should have been killed, but Selene had a better plain for him. It is believed he and a daughter holds the key to destroying Nefandus.”

            “You know the legend?”

            “I also know Ethan is the human form of the Atrox and the child was not his, he was yours.”

            “But how?” Stanton asked, and when Ivy looked up at him he knew the answer.

            Ivy’s blue eyes had become the most beautiful color green, “Because I was reincarnated.” Ivy no longer stood before Stanton, instead was a beautiful young woman with moonbeam hair and vibrant sunburst Emerald and Jade eyes. Ivy’s choice in clothing made Livia’s pale skin look ghostly. “As she grows older her powers become stronger, and soon she will come into her inheritance. Soon she will remember the lives she had and know who she is. I can only keep the link open long enough to ask that you protect Ivy. Please don’t let Ethan have her, fallow her where she goes. Keep the Followers that mean Ivy harm as far from her as possible.”

            “I promise, Livia,” Stanton swore to the spirit of his long ago love, before kissing her. He now had all the conformation needed. Livia had been reborn as an Amazonian-Siren, and she was even more powerful than before. He knew the Atrox would stop at nothing to get her back so she could for fill her promise, and he would do everything in his power to protect Ivy.

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            It was just after 6 a.m. when Ivy woke up. She did not remember coming home or changing. Ivy was convinced she went to the club and talked to Stanton. He was the last thing she remembered of the night.

            “You should know Jimena is a clever girl,” Stanton’s voice rang out as Ivy was stepping out of the shower. “She will relies you’re not human Livia.”

            Stanton had startled Ivy. She quickly grabbed a towel, but Stanton had already snuck a glance or two at her naked form. “How in the hell did you get in here and why the hell did you call me Livia?”

            “I don’t have time to talk about that,” Stanton said. “Right now you need to get ready for school, I promise I won’t look, and you need to listen to all that I have to say.”

            “Okay, then do I get my answers?” Ivy asked annoyed. There was no telling how long Stanton had been here or if he had seen her in the shower. Ivy walked into her closet to find something to put on. She grabbed a light blue halter, a black mesh over shirt, and a mini black skirt.

            “I was watching you shower,” Stanton admitted, stopping Ivy in her tracks, before she could speak Stanton continued. “I was unable to help myself. Your beauty is the one thing I am unable to resist. Now do you remember what we were talking about at the Dungeons? Don’t answer that I know you do. I think you are the reincarnation of Livia whom in fact was the incarnation of the moon goddess. I see them both in you. That would explain why Draco calls you Selene and why the Atrox wants you. You have the power he needs. You along with the fallen daughter and the Legend of Four have the power to destroy him.”

            “WHAT!” Ivy said loudly, “I cannot be Livia or Selene. That’s impossible. For one thing Selene and Livia were…but that can’t…ok, so, say I am both of them—”

            “That would explain a lot; the Blackouts, not knowing how you get from point A to B, and tons more.”

            “Oh shit!”

            “I have been asked to protect you, to act as your bodyguard and the only way I know how is for you to tell Jimena the truth. I fell certain she and the other daughters will corner you today. Probably in a bathroom. Tell them then.”

            Before Ivy could speak Stanton vanished and Lilac came running in. “What’s wrong? I heard you scream.”

            “Nothing, I was just reading something,” Ivy said walking past her sister.

            The two walked into the kitchen. Ivy caught the aroma of a huge breakfast, but was unable to eat. She pushed her food around the plate as she went over the night before in her head, all thought blocked from her family.

            “Ivy,” Aphrodite began, “Honey do you feel alright? Maybe you should miss today.”

            “Mom I’m fine,” Ivy said. “It’s our first day back, I’m just a little nerves. The night you grounded my I think one of my classmates saw me. I was just thinking about what to say if she did.”

            “You really need to be careful,” Aphrodite said. “I don’t want to move again.”

            The girls finished eating loved on their mom and started out of the house, but Ivy stopped just shy of the car, ~Livia, come to the black car across the street. I would feel better if I could drive you to school.~ Stanton’s thoughts entered Ivy’s mind.

            “Hay, I’ll catch you at school,” Ivy said, “I’m gonna ride whit a friend.”

            Ivy ran over to Stanton’s car and climbed in. The already to short skirt she wore rose even further, leaving very little for the imagination.

            Stanton placed his hand on Ivy’s leg. His hand was close enough to brush her panty line, but he knew better than to try. Ivy shivered at his touch, but she never tried to move his hand. She thought it was comforting.

            “So I’m Ivy, Livia, and Selene?” Ivy asked. She was having a hard time accepting the fact she had once been the moon goddess and the mistress of Atrox.

            Stanton look at her thoughtful as his thumb moved along Ivy’s thigh. “I’m sorry you had to discover it this way. My master knows your past and he wants you to fulfill the promise you made six generations back.”

            Ivy stared out the window for a long moment before turning to Stanton. “I was Selene and what, I just got tired of being a goddess so I decided to come to earth and live as a human. The Atrox saw my power and kidnapped me, forcing me to have his child, but the child wasn’t his, but it was a Followers. The Atrox didn’t know the child wasn’t his so he had me killed. Selene took the child after my, Livia’s, death when her spirit was released. And now the evil hope stilling bastard wants me to give him another child.”

            “Yes and no,” Stanton said. “I cannot say why Selene was born into a human, an Amazon body, but I can say that the Atrox did not know she and Livia were one in the same. As for the child, yes he belonged to a Follower, but he was born of love.” Stanton thought about what he should say next, “The child was mine. I fail in love with Livia and she became pregnant with my child. Before his birth I asked Selene to protect him and keep him from this life. I have no idea where she took him or if he is still alive. As far as being in your room I can become a shadow and I took you home last night as were as dressed you for bed. And before you ask I respect ones purity. It should be romantic and something you remember for the rest of your life.”

            “Was she your first?” Ivy asked timidly.

            “Yes.”

            The rest of the ride was spent in silence. As the car pulled into the school Stanton caught site of Serena, “I’m going to catch hell for this later,” he whispered. As Ivy climbed from the car Stanton grabbed her hand, “They can help you. Please try to play nice with them, they are stronger than they look.”

            Ivy nodded as Stanton kissed her hand, she leaned in the car and kissed Stanton’s cheek. The car speed off at the same time Ivy’s sisters pulled up. Lilac and Freesia were at Ivy before the car was in park. “I don’t feel like playing 21 questions,” Ivy stated closing her sisters’ mouths. When she was close enough to Carnation and Azalea, Ivy said, “His name is Stanton. No, I don’t know his last name. I met him last night at a 24 hour club when I snuck out after having a bad dream. I don’t know what I did with him, but I’m sure it was nothing, because he has a girlfriend that he loves with all his heart…” She continued telling her sisters all she knew leaving out the parts about Selene and Livia.

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            The day passed slowly for Ivy because she was awaiting ambush from the Jimena. It was just after 1:30 pm, lunch time, when Ivy found herself being fallowed. She found herself suddenly outnumbered and being shoved into the Girl’s Locker Room. Stanton was right about one thing.

            “WHAT THE HELL!” Ivy yelled. “If you wanted to talk all you had to do was say so.” Ivy turned to look at the girls who cornered her, a blue dragon tattoo appearing on her right arm as Ivy’s frustration built. “You didn’t have to corner me like this. Damn Stanton was right about you being forceful.”

            Serena, a raven haired cellist with Crayola-red tips and green eyes, was the first to speak, “What were you doing with Stanton?”

            Ivy could feel herself transforming in front of the goddesses. ~Stay calm Ivy, stay calm.~ “Nothing,” she snapped, “lover boy is not my type you can have him, besides, even if he were my type I’m not into the creepy stalker type. ”

            “What happened in the ally,” Jimena asked, “and what did you do to those cops?”

            “Oh nothing,” Ivy responded, her hair and eyes taking own their natural blue as the dragon tattoos began to come to life. “I just bewitched them, stole their souls, and left them in a gutter…Come on, get real. I simply told them I was lost and asked if one would take me home.” Ivy took a deep breath looked at Serena with ocean blue eyes and continued talking. “Before you can ask, I met Stanton last night when I got lost and ended up at some back in the deep woods gothic cult kind of club, I think he called it the Dungeons. Anywho, I’ve been doing that a lot lately, getting lost I mean, and Stanton made sure I made it home with my safely with my hope in tact…Oh! He even told me some interesting things that I never would have in a million years found out on my own. Stanton also said I might be able to help you. Jimena the cops are fine. What you saw was me transform, like I am now, sing a lullaby, and tell them to forget what he saw in that ally and let me go home. Then his bitch of a partner showed, needless to say my Mom was pissed when I got home.” Ivy took another breath and continued; now completely transformed, cloths and all. “Stanton said I should tell you my sisters and I are elemental Sirens, which means we are Sirens that were born under the five elements Spirit, Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. Is this too much?”

            Jimena, Serena, Tianna, Catty, and Vanessa all stood in shock. Ivy's word and hit them hard and she hadn't told them everything yet.

            “How can that be?” Catty, the spray-in-sun-bleached-blond, finally spoke. “Sirens don't exist they aren't real.”

            “And that coming from a goddess,” Ivy said. “My family is from London my mother is a Siren, a queen actually, and my dad is an Amazon king, something rare. We moved here because my father works for a man evil enough to make Atrox run and hide. Five generations ago I was kidnapped and forced to be the Atrox's mistress. I had a child, by an Inner Circle member, but the Atrox doesn’t know that. He had me killed, then Selene, also me, took the child and now I'm being sought by two evil souls. Damn my life complicated!”

            There was a long silence. Ivy was hungry and still blue. The little Dragon on her right arm moved catching the girl’s attention. Tianna, a silky black hair brown eyed inhumanly beautiful tomboy, broke the silence this time asking, “Did that tattoo just moved and how is your hair blue? Where did the new closing and tattoo come from anyway?”

            Ivy was looking in the mirror, “Huh?” She looked dazed when she turned to face the others, “I'm sorry. I know this is a lot taken but like I said I'm a Water Siren, my hair and eyes are naturally blue and, as far as my close, when I transform my clothes change too. The tats are actually spirit guides I have named them Icy, Crimson, and Moon.” Ivy paused, “Crimson is a black dragon with red flames on the tips of his wings and Moon is a soft cream dragon.” She pointed each of them out.

            “When you transform?” the girl asked.

            Ivy sighed again, “Let me rephrase. My name is Ivy Lefay Teles-Skylee. I am a Water Siren born in London. This is what I should look like. My mother is a full-blooded Siren Queen and my father is a half-blooded Amazon King. I have four elemental sisters and to gather we can control the five elements Earth, Fire, Air, Water, and Spirit.” Ivy paused, “Lunch is almost over, can we eat now? I don't want to have to skip my next class for food.”

            “All right but use it with us and explain more,” Jimena said.

            Ivy quickly replaced her shield, got her tray, and sat down. The others box her in. Ivy’s sisters were nowhere to be seen, so she thought they had decided to eat outside, a place they felt more comfortable being. “I really feel we should talk somewhere more private,” Ivy said in a calm tone.

            “Like where?” Serena asked.

            Ivy simply stated, “Outside.”

            Once the group was out in the crisp air Ivy started talking, “It is rare for any one person to have multiple spirit guides. Sometimes in twins the guides switch places, but that is not the case here. I don't have a twin, I apparently have three personalities Ivy, Livia, and the goddess Selene…”

            As Ivy spoke she could feel a protective energy wrap around her. She told the Daughters all she knew, from her childhood till her meeting with Stanton. A part of her wanted to tell Serena bout the child Livia and Stanton had, but thought it was not the right time or place.

            The blue eyed blond, Vanessa, finally made herself know, “So this world of yours is outside our realm, but in some pleases our worlds coexist?”

            “Wow! She can talk,” Ivy teased.

            “Don’t be mean,” Catty said defending her friend.

            “I was playing,” Ivy said. “Yes. Our worlds often exist in the same realm most of the time. Vanessa, let’s say someone walks by your house and stop at the place your yard meets your neighbors, you blink and they are gone, That is because there is in reality a magical gate between both houses.”

            “That’s fascinating,” the girls said.

            As they were fixing to walk back inside Ivy felt Stanton and looked to a tree. The girls fallowed her gaze and suddenly the moon amulets began to glow. Ivy walked to the spot she felt Stanton and he stepped forward. Serena and the other Daughters watched, wondering if they should do something. They watched as Stanton touched Ivy’s face in a way only Serena knew. For a moment the two just stared lost in each other’s eyes. Stanton’s hand fell to Ivy chest and pulled the small crystal into view. Ivy collapsed into his arms. The Daughters and her sisters ran to her shouting “Ivy!”

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            Stanton had known Ivy was becoming weak as she spoke to the Daughters. She was in fact in no condition to have gone to school that day, but Ivy would not let anyone, not ever her own sisters know she was weak.

            “What did you do to her?” Jimena asked.

            “Why do you always think I did something?” Stanton responded. “I could feel her energy fading so I came to check on her, and before you ask I was asked to watch over her and protect her from the Atrox. As she has already told you she is Livia’s reincarnation and the Atrox wants her, however what she did not tell you was, Livia came to me and asked that I look after her and keep Ethan from her.” Stanton then looked at Carnation and said, “Call your mother. Tell her to apart if she has to, Ivy’s pulse is week. Tianna, Vanessa go get some ice and water, it’s the only way to get her stable. Freesia, get the nurse.” Stanton lifted Ivy from the ground and carried her to a cement table, “Azalea, Lilac her mask is falling have to keep it up…”

            Ivy was slipping deeper and deeper into the dark void. She could no longer hear the sounds of the daughters, her sisters or Stanton. She was lying in nothingness and slowly the world started coming into focus, but this was not her world, this was not her time. Everything around her was gray and dead, she was in a graveyard. Ivy heard a whispered voice calling her to fallow it. She could feel something dark closing in on her and tried to run, but she was frozen.

            All Ivy could think of in that moment was the love she had for Draco. Somehow this made her stronger and as the force that was calling Ivy to it was seconds from consuming her she turned and ran. She could hear the voice fading as she ran faster and faster focusing soully on her feelings and when Ivy had ran as far and as long as she could she found herself in front of Malfoy Manner. But there was something different, something cold.

            Ivy pushed the gate and made her way up the path to the door. It was ajar so she walked in. She had no idea what she was doing, but Ivy continued letting her feet do the walking, following the path she and Draco used to spy on Death Eater meetings. She could see they were having a ceremony, a welcoming to new members and in the center was Draco, Nicholas, Pansy, Vincent, and Gregory. In order for them to get their mark they have been ordered to use the three most powerful and sinister spells known to the wizarding world the Unforgivable Curses on Muggles. Draco was the first to step and began the induction.

            As Ivy was ready to call out an arm wrapped around her waist and a hand covered her mouth. “This is just a trick Livia,” Stanton said agents her ear. “Because of your weekend state you have been brought her. This is a nightmare that you will never wake from if he can find you here.”

            Pansy was next to take the test, followed by Vincent, and Gregory. It came Nicholas’s turn next. Draco’s chain missing from his neck could only mean that he had forgotten her completely, so Ivy searched Nicholas’s neck and found the silver. Her life was now tied to his. Ivy could only watch in fear as Stanton held her. Nicholas raised his wand to the Muggle girl in front of him. She looked to be around 16, golden eyes and sandy hair. She pleaded to be spared, she would do anything even give herself to him. Nicholas’s hand began to shack and his father looked as though he was ready to end his son’s life then and there.

            “Nicholas,” and unfamiliar voice said. “If you wish to have your Selene, I will grant you that. I will give her immortality back and she will be yours.” The voice belonged to a young man whose beauty was equal to Tianna’s. He glided to stand behind Nicholas, steadied his hand, leaned agents his ear and said, “All you have to do is kill this girl, and she will be yours. Your brother does not deserve her. He could never care for her the way you can. You will give her pleasures beyond her wildest dreams. Now Nicholas, kill her.”

            Nicholas looked at the man. Their lips close enough to kiss, “No.” Lucius was humiliated that his own blood would refuse to obey the Dark Lord. Gasps and whispers were heard ringing out at Nicholas’s refusal, “I do not wish to kill this Muggle, I want this girl as a servant.” Nicholas’s voice reflected his fathers, “I wish to kill another. If you will My Lord, allow me to take the lives of Damian and Aphrodite Skylee. They betrayed you My Lord and nothing would bring me more pleasure then to take the lives of those who took mine.”

            Ivy watched helpless as Nicholas killed her parents and she was forced to become a Follower and a Death Eater, the whole Stanton was trying to break the hold that both Voldemort and the Atrox held over her.

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            Ivy gasped for breath when she woke. Her mother, sisters, the Daughters and Stanton all stood around the table where she lay. The weather was still slightly cold and Ivy looked like a drowned rat. Her lips and skin were bright blue from the mix of water and air. For the second time in her live, Ivy felt helpless and scared.

            “Mo…Mom…” Ivy struggled, “Mommy…Mommy…Mommy.”

            Aphrodite pulled her daughter to her. “Shhh, shhh, Its okay,” Aphrodite soothed her daughter, “It’s all okay. I have you. Try to calm down, we don’t need a blizzard in April, now do we.”

            “I’m losing my power,” Ivy cried, “I’m becoming human. Dragon is forgetting about me. Lucius did something, I know he did and now I can feel my powers leaving me and when they do, I’ll lose my immortality and die. Mommy I scared.”

            “It’s going to be fine,” Aphrodite told her daughter.

            “No, Mom,” Ivy said, “they’re all going to become Death Eaters Draco, is going to marry Pansy, the Atrox and Riddle are going to force me to become a Follower and Death Eater, and Nicholas is going to kill you and Daddy so I will be his…”

            “Babies,” Aphrodite said, “ under normal circumstances I would never as you to do this, but I need you to combine your powers and use them on your sister. It will temporally help her.”

            For a moment Ivy’s sisters just looked at their mom, then Lilac placed her hands on Ivy’s chest, dropped her shield and started sending her power to Ivy. The others fallowed. It was not until Ivy was calm and dry that she realized time was frozen. She looked at her mother in shock. Aphrodite had not used any of her powers since they had left the magical world.

            After that day Ivy, her sisters, and the goddesses were inseparable. They spent next three years being normal teenagers fighting the occasional Follower. Ivy found a way to split her time between the girls and her guys, continuing to grow weaker day by day, often wondering what Lucius had done to Draco that caused him to forget her.

            “Who you thinking of?” Catty asked. As she and Ivy walked through the mall.

            Ivy blushed and squeaked, “No one! What makes you think I was thinking about someone!”

            “It’s written all over your face, so who is he?” Catty teased.

            “Promise not to say anything?”

            “I promise.”

            “It’s Obie, I really like him and when sleep with him I just feel so at peace with everything that is happening with me.”

            “You’ve slept together! The others have got to know this,” Catty took off for the food court. She and Ivy had planned to meet the other Daughters to hang out at Planet Bang.

            “No, Catty you promised not to say anything and nothing sexual happened,” Ivy was already too late. Catty had heard what she wanted to and was off to tell her friends. Ivy caught up with the Daughters just after Catty told them Ivy’s little secret. “Look nothing sexual happened between me and Obie. When I spend the night with him we just lay in his bed and he holds me while singing songs from his time. It really sooths me when I have a bad day.”

            “so he’s never tried to sleep with you?” Jimena asked.

            “No,” Ivy responded flatly. “He respects me too much, they all do, but that’s not to say I have not tried.”

            “And he stopped you?” Tianna asked.

            “I have tried to seduce all four of them,” Ivy said honestly, “but they all stop me and tell me I should wait, not to force it. That I was not ready to take that step and I was doing it for the wrong reasons. Which I was.” Ivy looked down at her crystal to see it has gone down another size and the rose was wilted, “You see when I was ten, I bound my soul to this crystal teardrop. The boy I chose as my mate has one just like it. When his memories of me are completely gone I should die, but I used magic on another crystal teardrop so I wouldn’t die so quickly. If both boys forget I exist and stop loving me, my life will end, and I don’t want to die a virgin.”

            “Wow, that’s so romantic in its own way,” Serena said. “I mean that you love them enough not to be able to live without them. You really need to go dancing tonight.”

            Hours later The group was at Planet Band, a night club that teens were welcome on certain nights of the week. The music pulsated through Ivy and she started feeling better. At some point that night Stanton and his gang showed up and surrounded Ivy.

            Lost in the music and separated from the Daughters, Ivy was not paying attention to them until she spun into Stanton’s arms. He knew Serena was not able to see the, so he kissed Ivy’s lips tenderly. “The Legend are right, you should respect yourself more than you do.”

            “I respect myself just fine,” Ivy said and moved from Stanton, but he just pulled her back. His arm wrapped around her low back and took her hand in his intertwining their fingers. Ivy placed her free hand on Stanton’s shoulder and laid her head agents his chest as a slow song played. “What will Serena do if she sees us like this?” Ivy’s voice was soft and timid, but Stanton heard her loud and clear. “I’m not use to feeling like this. I’m a very strong willed person, not weak and helpless.”

            “Serena will understand,” Stanton said agents Ivy’s ear. “Even if Livia had not asked me to protect you, I would have. I love Serena and I know you are only a reincarnation of Livia, but I am still in love with her and no matter what body her soul is in I will do what I can to keep her safe.”

            “I’m beginning to remember things,” Ivy confided. “Stuff from my many lives. I never felt complete in any of them, that is until I met you, but I know Serena is your soul now. You and I were given different mates after my death as Livia, or maybe we were never mates to begin with, because as whole as I felt I still knew something was missing. I knew there was someone else. Our son is alive, but frozen in time. I don’t know where yet, I just remember when I died as Livia I became Selene again and took our child somewhere in the mountains. I stayed with him as Selene until he was seven and I gave him to sisters who live in Nefandus. As far as I know he is still there, being protected by the two.”

            “My son has been in Nefandus this whole time?”

            “It was the safest place to hid him, right in the open. The Atrox cannot sense his blood or his magic because I hid it.”

            Stanton was ready to fade when Ivy stopped him, “I have to find him.”

            “I understand,” Ivy said, “but you must understand that by you knowing who he is so will the Atrox. Please Stanton trust that as Selene I knew what I was doing when I asked the two to care for him in my absent. You have crossed his path many times and he knows you love him.”

            Serena made it to Ivy’s side in time for her to see Stanton kiss Ivy the way he kissed her, then disappear into a corner. The other Daughters arrived in time to see Serena storm off, cussing under her breath.

            “What the hell happened here Chica?” Jimena asked.

            “Serena just saw Stanton kiss me, I’ll explain later.” Ivy ran out after Serena to explain things feeling now was as good a time as any. “Serena wait up. Please, I know your mad, but I need to explain, please Serena.”

            “WHAT!” Serena snapped, “What is there to explain. It’s obvious he likes you.”

            “No, it’s not like that,” Ivy replied. The others were right on Ivy’s hills, “I lied when I said Stanton wasn’t my type. He is and I had his child, in my past life. When I was first taken by Ethan, the Atrox in its human form, the child belonged to Stanton. I started remembering my past lives over Christmas vacation. Stanton has been spending a lot of time watching me and helping me dig into my past. Serena I know it’s hard to understand, but I love Stanton and I know you are his soul mate. The only reason he even kissed me was to say thank you revealing that his son is alive and residing in to open in Nefandus.”

            Serena looked like she would pass out, “I’m Stanton’s soul mate?” she asked.

            “Yes,” Ivy smiled, “It goes agents every rule in the book for me to have said that, but I felt I needed to. Selene must have known that I would have to depend on Stanton, those who follow him, and the Legend so she blessed them with the ability to resist a Sirens. They are my bodyguards.”

            Serena sat on the closest bench. “So, let me see if I understand. When you were Livia Stanton fell in love with you and he child conceived was in fact Stanton’s not the Atrox’s. Now, because that child was stolen, the Atrox wants you back. Stanton and Livia’s son lives in Nefandus and that was why he kissed you.”

            “I know it’s complicated, but I promise nothing is going on between Stanton and myself,” Ivy said. “As much as I want there to be, he belongs to you, and I respect you too much to take him from you. Serena, you’re my friend I would never let a guy, no matter how sexy or dangerous come between that.”

            Serena stood, walked to Ivy, and hugged her, “So I’m a mom?”

            Ivy laughed and told Serena and their friends all that she was able to remember from her past, and in doing so she discovered that dark magic had been a part of her life as far back as the founders of her father’s school.

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            A knock sounded on the door just as Ivy's family was sitting down to dinner, “Coming,” Aphrodite shouted. She gasped when she opened the door to find her husband and Arrgo on the opposite side.

            Damien stood waiting to be invited in, “Are we welcomed?” he asked smiling.

            The girls walked in to find their mother standing in shock and their father just outside the door, “DADDY!” they shouted with excitement and ran to their father.

            Aphrodite, quickly getting over the shock, invited Damien in. The family had a nice reunion and when the girls were asleep Damien jumped right into business. Ivy stuck down to listen in.

            “Baby,” Damien started, “it's time. I know you didn't want this day to come, but it has, and our, not so little, Ivy has to go Hogwarts.”

            “NO!” Aphrodite said, “I will not allow her to go.”

            “This is her last year,” Damien said. “We don't have a choice. Ivy has to go; all our lives lay in her hands. We knew this day would come. You cannot run from it any longer.”

            Aphrodite knew it was true, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to sacrifice her middle child to save the world, especially now that Ivy was losing her powers. Aphrodite ran to save her daughter's life, to make sure Ivy didn't die. “But Damien, isn't there something… You know… Something we could do?”

            “You know there isn't. It is Ivy's destiny to be at Hogwarts this year.”

            “But there has to be–”

            “There isn't, I have already checked,” Damien said bringing the conversation to an end. Damien kissed his wife then whispered, “After all this time you would think Ivy had learned we would know when she was spying on us.”

            “Ivy,” Aphrodite said, “come in here please. Your father and I need to talk to you.”

            “Yes Mommy,” Ivy said sitting in Damien’s lap.

            “You will be going back to London with me this summer and you'll be going to Hogwarts for your last year.” Damien informed his daughter.

            Ivy lit up, as if she didn't already know, “Really!” she squeaked with excitement, “I'm going home? I get to see Green Dragon, Puppy, and Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”

            “Close Baby,” Aphrodite said, “you will be going home, but not yet able to see Draco and the others.”

            Damien hugged his daughter, “It is not yet time for you to see them.”

            The next two weeks of school flew by way too quickly for Ivy and her father, who had just been catching up with Aphrodite every night. Ivy even walked in on her parents in one of the most compromising positions. Ivy knew all about the birds and the bees, but to see it in action was a whole other story.

            “Ivy,” Aphrodite and Damian walked in their daughter’s room, “Sweetheart about what you walked in on last night…”

            “What,” Ivy looked at the two.

            “Your mother and I…”

            “What Damian is trying to say is,” Aphrodite paused, “when two people love each other and decide to marry they—”

            “Oh!” Ivy’s eyes got huge, “Eww! I already know about that.”

            “And how do you know?” The two asked their daughter.

            Ivy turned ghost white, eyes huge she said “NO!” Stanton, who was hiding in the shadows of Ivy’s room, fell onto her bed laughing at her reaction, surprising her parents. Both had Stanton pined to the wall, their wands at his throat before her or Ivy could react.

            “Who are you?” Damian asked.

            “Mom, Dad,” Ivy jumped to Stanton’s side, “It’s ok, this is Stanton. He was asked to watch over me by Livia.”

            “The Amazon that was swallowed by a shadow?” Damian looked at his daughter and back to Stanton.

            “Yes, Daddy,” Ivy said pushing the wands from Stanton, “She was kidnapped by the Atrox. It saw the power she had and wanted her to have its child, so it took her. Stanton sensed I was creeped out and came to check on me.”

            “Why would you be creeped out?” Damian asked. “Intimacy is a natural thing, how do you think you got here?

            Ivy covered her ears, “ La, la, la, la. I can’t hear you. La, la, la, la.” Her parents and Stanton laughed. Damian and Aphrodite trusted their daughter so they decided to leave her with Stanton.

            After spending the day with her mom, Ivy spent her last night in LA with her friends and sisters. Ivy and her sisters were dropped off at Kyle’s loft, The Daughters arrived shortly after.

            “Hey you guys I stole some of the Daddy's whiskey,” Ivy said while pulling a bottle from her backpack. “It's really strong, not even a drinker like Jimena or Burto can handle it.”

            “I'll take that as a challenge, Ivy,” Jimena said.

            “And you will lose,” Ivy replied. “This stuff is powerful, I suggest only two shots each.”

            Needless to say Ivy was right. The Fire Whiskey she stole was enough to knock them all on their tails after just one shot. One by one they passed out drunk. Ivy, Kyle, Burto, Obie, and Samuel were the last ones up by the time the bottle was emptied. Ivy took turns dancing with each of the guys, kissing they lustfully, running her hands over their bodies trying to sleep with each of them.

            Ivy fallowed Samuel to him room first, then Kyle, Burto, and finally Obie. She pulled him over her, grinding up on Obie, felling his arousal. “Please Obie,” Ivy cooed, her breath hot on his ear, “Please I want it to be you. I realize you wanted me to wait until the right time and I’m ready.”

            Their bodies moved as one grinding agents each other, their clothing the only thing separating them. Ivy’s hands moved through Obie’s hair. There was no denying he wanted her and the soul steeling darkness within him was encouraging his actions. With each kiss the Legend had taken a peace of Ivy’s soul, because the soul is what servi live on.

            “I don’t want to hurt you,” Obie said continuing to fight his desire, and Ivy was only making it worse. If Obie did not stop her soon he was afraid Ivy would do something she would regret.

            “Obie please,” Ivy said undoing his pants. “This is what I truly want.”

            Obie kissed Ivy deep and passionate. He kicked his pants on the floor as Ivy unbuttoned his shirt. Obie then grabbed her wrists and held them at her head. Fearing he could hold out no longer, Obie kissed and nipped at Ivy’s neck going into mind while she was distracted and pulled sleep forward. Ivy stopped moving underneath him, and he lay breathless over her.

            Damien and Aphrodite showed up at Kyle's loft around noon he next day. Obie opened the door forgetting he was pants less. To Damian he looked as though he had been having intimate relations. “Hey, you must be Ivy’s parents?” Obie asked squinting agents the light. “I’m Obie, Ivy’s boyfriend. Everyone is still sleeping you can come in if you want.”

            “Hey Obie,” Samuel said crawling out of his room, “am I supposed to have a headache and ever-thin hurt?”

            “Sammy’s got his first hang over,” Burto said before vomiting in a plant.

            “Where is Ivy at?” Damian asked seeing bodies laid all over the floor and Aphrodite pick up the empty bottle of Fire Whiskey.

            “She’s in my room,” Obie said. “It’s right over here.” Ivy was laid on the bed, no shirt, and pants on. “Before you freak sir, I respect you daughter. I withheld from intimacy with her, as much as she pleaded. I would never take something so pure without first being married. It is something that should be honored and given by love not lust.” Obie walked to Ivy and played with her hair, “Wake up Baby, your parents are here.”

            “Sleeping,” Ivy mumbled, turning to lay on Obie and tossing her log over is waist. “Compfy, smell nice.”

            “Ivy, your dad looks like he is going to kill me,” Obie said a little scared by the look he was receiving.

            “Ivy Lefay Telas-Skylee,” Damian’s voice rang through the house. At the one name all five of his daughters cringed. Each knew they had been caught and were in trouble. “Put your shirt on and line up with your sisters now.”

            Damian not only yelled at his children, but their friends got a tong lashing too. He explained how disappointed in each of them he was, but in the end he gave the group of 14 a hangover potion, the medicine of the magical world.

            Ivy said her goodbyes to her friends, giving them each a gift. She handed the Daughters a necklace with a unique shaped crystal. Ivy explained the crystals were frozen tears and each represented their inner soul. For the Legend she extra special gifts. “Kyle, Burto, these are for you,” Ivy handed them a glass box each with a cover. Kyle held a rare Greenbottle Blue desert Tarantula and Burto held a Basilisk. “Samuel, Obie, these are for you,” Ivy gave a whistle and a white Timber Wolf puppy trotted in with a tinny Serval kitten on her back. “All of these beautiful creatures are female and they will keep you company in my absents.”

            Ivy hugged each of her friends and kissed each of her guys. Obie had always refused to kiss Ivy for very long because of his darkness, but in that moment nothing else mattered. He knew he had better control than the night before, so he pulled Ivy as close to him as humanly possible and kissed her with the deepest emotions known to man. When the kiss was broken Ivy did not want to leave him. Aphrodite drove her family to the airport. Damian, Ivy, and Arrgo lover on their family before getting on the plan for London.

AN: This chapter was slightly revamped. Please write a review to let me know how I am doing. Flames are welcome...
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