Not As It Seems | By : SailorSol Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 3
The next time that Harry interacted personally with Aquila, other than for his after dinner lessons, was two days later. He woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, and decided to get something to drink before he went back to bed.
He put on his robe (brand new, it fit, and it was a wonderful dark green) over his pajamas, stuck his feet into his slippers, and headed towards where he knew the kitchen was.
On his way back, he realized that now he was wide awake, and he decided to see if there was anyone to talk to until he got sleepy again.
He walked into the drawing room to find it dark and nearly empty.
The only live person he could see in the drawing room was Aquila, standing near the window and staring out at the night. At the spinet, a ghost played a melancholy tune.
“Aquila?” Harry asked softly. She whirled around, wand ready. Her face was white and the hand holding her wand was shaking.
“Go back to bed, Harry,” she said softly, turning back to her vigil.
Harry heard movement on the other side of the drawing room, and watched as several other witches came out of the darkness to join Aquila at the window.
“Don’t treat me like a child,” Harry said, knowing he must sound like one. “Dumbledore does that.”
“The adult men went to stop a raid, Potter,” Draco’s voice came out of the gloom as he approached Harry and stood next to him.
“Severus was told,” Aquila said softly, without turning around. “Dumbledore is planning to injure one of your friends to draw you out from wherever you are hiding. Severus wasn’t told who, or exactly when. The only reason Father got enough warning was because Severus and I have an instant way to contact one another. Now, they’re trying to stop the Order without giving themselves away.”
“He’ll be alright,” Harry said, wondering who Aquila was more worried about, her husband or her father.
“I keep telling myself that,” she responded, her gaze never leaving the outside. “They both have to be alright. You know what it’s like to not have a father, Harry. Imagine how much worse it is to have one, and then lose him. Then, by some miracle, you get him back again. You would spend every minute he was out of your sight, worrying that someone was going to take him away from you again.”
“Probably,” Harry said. “Is there anything I can do?”
“You and Draco go back to bed,” she said. “You are both young. You need your sleep.”
“I wasn’t sleepy before I knew about this,” Harry said. “Now you expect me to sleep? Look, Professor Snape’s the only teacher at Hogwarts that wasn’t impressed with the myth of ‘The Boy-Who-Lived’. He did his best to protect me, and keep me from getting a swelled head. I can’t just go back to bed when I know he might come back hurt, or not at all.”
“The boy has a point, Aquila,” Narcissa Malfoy spoke for the first time, putting her hand on Aquila’s shoulder.
“It’s easy for you, isn’t it,” Aquila snapped. “You don’t love your husband. The only difference his death would make in your life is some articles in the Prophet and one less face at breakfast. You married him because you were told to.” Magic crackled in the room, and everyone was reminded of whose child Aquila was, and of why he was feared.
“I pity you, Narcissa,” Aquila said after she regained control of her temper. “You will never know the transcendent joy that Severus and I know in one another. You will never feel your heart blossom like a rose in June, just because he came into the room. On the other hand, I envy that you will never know the agony I do, every time he leaves me. I suppose that your indifference saves you, even if you will also never know the ecstasy of having someone else’s magic coursing through your body.”
“I’ve felt enough things coursing through my body, thank you,” Narcissa said stiffly. “I don’t need strange magic, as well.”
“Poor, deprived creature,” Aquila said. “You don’t know what true pleasure is.”
“Enough,” Bellatrix said. “We don’t need to start fighting when we’re waiting for them to come back.”
“Yes, Mother,” Aquila said. “If something happens to Severus, or to Father, I am going to bring this war to a very quick conclusion.”
“How are you going to do that?” Narcissa asked.
“By doing what Father was too in awe of Dumbledore to do,” Aquila said, her eyes emitting a soft glow. “By going to Hogwarts and running that old meddler through with Gryffindor’s sword.”
“They’re here!” one of the other women said, pointing out the window to where red sparks were spraying into the sky.
Aquila picked up a case with a shoulder strap on it and headed for the door.
“You two boys stay here,” she said. “You’ll know soon enough who needed help, and why.”
She opened the door and disappeared into the darkness.
While Harry and Draco waited quietly for her return, house elves came into the drawing rooms and started lighting lamps and setting out food and drink, ready for when the men came into the house.
After what seemed like forever, a number of people came out of the darkness. The elder Malfoy and Snape were in the lead, their illuminated wands held high. Following them was Voldemort, his face a mask of anger, carrying someone. He had a bloody bandage around one arm.
For only the third time since he had known him, Harry realized that Snape was frightened. The reason for the fear became apparent when they got into the house proper, and Harry could see who Voldemort was carrying so protectively.
The person in his arms was Ginny Weasley.
TBC
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