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Fooling Fate sequel to Bound	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 44179 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Holy shit! Is that seriously the grave of Joseph Pulitzer?”

Serena shook her head, a smirk on her lips. “Aiden, you are such a nerd.”

Aiden sneered at her. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Serena narrowed her eyes. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“If the shoe fits.”

“You bastard!”

Aiden shrugged and gazed at the monument. While the statue was striking, it was the empty benches on either side that drew his attention. Or perhaps it was the shadows playing on them. They shouldn’t be moving like that, not with the position of the trees behind it and the sun. What the fuck was going on?

Serena tensed and sniffed the air. Only her parents smelled like that. The coven was close. She could feel it. She scooted closer to Aiden, who was peering intently at a tree. Normally, she’d ask if he had been in the sun too long but she knew he’d found something. Aiden always seemed to have a sixth sense about things.

Suddenly, a shadow burst from the tree, zooming over to attack. Aiden slid to the right as Serena neatly ducked it. They’d practiced fighting tactics hundreds of times, both choreographed and spontaneous. But this foe, it had no particular experience. It was all over the place. Aiden quickly ducked the flying kick while Serena landed a blow to the abdominal area. The figure hunched over in pain, groaning a moment before trying to escape. Aiden knew from experience that Serena packed more than a little punch.

Serena knelt and grabbed their attacker in a headlock, not bothering to hold them at wand point. Her bared fangs did all the talking she needed. The figure went rigid, more than likely terrified that she’d bite it and make it her slave. It didn’t know that her fangs didn’t carry the same curse the other walkers had.

Aiden studied the figure for several minutes, noting their choice of attire (all black) and how successfully they’d managed to disguise themselves. He could hardly pick out features since their attacker seemed to be in blackface, an interesting choice of disguise. Then again, it would help one blend in with the shadows. He admired their strategy but he couldn’t let himself be distracted.

“Identify yourself,” he said calmly.

“Fuck you,” the figure spat. It wasn’t clear whether it was male or female.

“At the moment,” Aiden drawled. “You’re the one who seems to be fucked.”

“You’ll never take me alive, hunter scum.”

“If you think I’m a hunter, you have got to be the most ignorant walker I’ve ever met.”

“Hunter… witch… whatever.” Male, definitely male.

“Serena,” Aiden said in the same even tone he began. “Bite him.”

“NO!” The figure started squirming valiantly, almost overpowering Serena with lightening quick moves.

“Not this time,” Serena hissed, tackling the foe to the ground and nearly breaking his neck as she held it to the side while placing her full weight on the ground.

“Easy, Serena,” Aiden said softly. “Don’t let the bloodlust take you over.”

“You heard him,” she hissed. “He wants to die.”

“No, he said he would never be taken alive. Since we don’t intend to take him anywhere, I hardly see that as a suicide attempt.”

“What?” the figure asked softly, not quite believing his ears.

“I’m quite sure you heard,” Aiden scoffed.

“You… you don’t want to take me?”

“No,” Aiden growled in irritation. “If you recall, my sister and I were having a discussion about the monument before you so rudely attacked. If you had remained where you were, I can guarantee you that you would have come to no harm. As it is, you did bring this upon yourself. Remember that when you report back to your coven.”

“What in the fuck are you?”

Aiden raised an imperious eyebrow. “Hunter… witch… whatever.”

“Oh, now he wants to be a smartass,” Serena grunted, pushing her knee further into the walker’s back. “He isn’t exactly laying here and taking this A.”

“So bind him and get off.”

“Oh, we are so going to duel later,” Serena growled. Never the less, she quickly bound the figure, flipped him on his back, and then froze him from the shoulders down so he couldn’t squirm.

“If you wish,” Aiden said smoothly. “Now, where were we? Ah yes. Identify yourself.”

“Why in the fuck would I do that?”

Aiden rolled his eyes. “This is getting rather old.”

“You sound just like dad,” Serena sighed.

Aiden turned and gave her a questioning glance. “And that’s a bad thing?”

Serena shook her head. “Not particularly. I’m just wondering if you’re going the same route he uses when he says that line.”

“Which route?”

“Are you going to break into his mind or bend him to your will?”

“No fucking way!” The figure screeched and thrashed his head side to side, trying to throw off the body bind.

Aiden crossed his arms and studied the walker. The hood he was wearing had come loose, revealing spiky jet black hair with neon green streaks in it. His eyes were rich chocolate though he could see the hint of indigo peeking through. Though the rest of his face was painted black, it wasn’t hard to tell that the boy would ordinarily be extremely pale, a common trait among walkers. He was average… unremarkable, but Aiden wasn’t about to count him as insignificant yet.

“Can’t really decide,” Aiden said after a while. “Breaking people is so easy.”

Serena clucked her tongue. “You’re wasting time Aiden.”

“You have a previous engagement?”

“You have a previous engagement?” Serena mocked. “You honestly don’t care how far the Master’s gone?”

Aiden noticed the way the walker stiffened at the words. He smirked. Bingo. They just needed to dig a little deeper. He locked eyes with Serena long enough to convey with her that she should continue. They just needed to make him squirm a little more.

“Why would I care,” he said in a bored voice.

Serena let her eyes go completely indigo. “Why care? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“No,” Aiden said slowly. “I just don’t see why we need to rush things.”

Serena put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to stand around waiting to get caught. Stay and toy with the loser if you want. I’m going back to the family.”

“Coward!”

“No! I just happen to give a rat’s ass. I’ll not let them be sitting ducks because of some stupid walker jumping me in the fucking cemetery of all places. They already took part of our family. I won’t even mention what they did to your mate. Who’s next?”

“Our,” Aiden said softly.

Serena cocked her head. “What?”

“Our mates. And hundreds of others.”

“Exactly!” Serena growled. “And yet you want to sit here with this fucking moron and get yourself killed?”

“He might know something.”

Serena snorted. “He’s too stupid to know anything. What lunatic jumps someone in a two on one fight? I know that idiot can smell magic.”

“Fine, fine, you win. But what do we do with him? We can’t very well let him go, not knowing what he knows.”

Serena looked down on the figure, scrutinizing him like she would a game of chess. Aiden was quite proud of her. She’d managed to both plead their case and accuse the walker of being incompetent, all without arousing his suspicions. If they’d played their cards right, the walker would believe that they were just like him, running away from The Master. Hopefully, the other walkers he could smell would believe it too. He wondered how smart they’d gotten to send out a lone walker as a decoy, and how crazy the decoy had to be to face almost certain death.

“We should wipe his mind,” Serena said at last. “Then get the fuck out of here.”

“Very well,” Aiden sighed, drawing his wand. “Shield please? I’m not in the mood to get hauled in by the Aurors for illegal memory charms.”

“Done.”

Before he could utter another word, more walkers struck. Aiden quickly pocketed his wand, uttering a protective charm to keep them from breaking it. It wasn’t that he needed his wand to cast, but he was rather fond of it. Melody had personally made it for him, as she had made all of the family’s wands. He’d had his since he was old enough to say wand.

Aiden and Serena calmly surrendered to the barrage of angry walkers, even allowing their wands to be stripped. They could have taken them out, but the whole point of the exercise was that they infiltrate them in hopes that they would earn trust. Once they were in, they could stop Moira from preying on helpless creatures who hadn’t asked to be part of her evil schemes.

“Took you long enough,” the walker they’d captured spat when they had Aiden and Serena down on hands and knees, fangs at their throats.

“We said feel them out, not attack them you fucking moron,” a girl spoke from under a black cloak.

“They don’t smell right!” The walker insisted.

“You disobeyed a direct order!” the girl hissed. “If Kent were here…”

“Kent is dead,” the walker growled.

“He’s not,” another girl shrieked. “Don’t you dare say another word against him.”

The walker threw his hands up, backing up. Aiden decided it was a sign of respect but he couldn’t tell if it was pity for her loss or because she outranked him.

“The point,” the first girl said a bit louder, “is that you almost got yourself killed. What if we weren’t here? You’d be a vegetable.”

Serena snorted. “Hardly.”

“What?”

Serena sighed in annoyance. “He’d only forget who we were. We weren’t going to take his motor skills or anything.”

“Though it is possible,” Aiden mused. “Definitely not pretty though.”

“Decidedly not,” Serena said with a shudder. “Wish dad wouldn’t have ever showed us that.”

“Dad,” the walker girl said. “You said dad.”

“Well, yeah,” Serena sneered. “You kind of need one to be created, or at least a sperm donor.”

“Your sire let your dad live?”

Serena shot a look toward Aiden, asking him his opinion on where she should go from there. He nodded. They’d need to reveal a little about themselves if they were to get out of this jam. Well, alone anyway. He could smell Melody, Hermione, and Draco not too far away, observing from a perch on a nearby tree. They’d fly down in a heartbeat if they truly thought there would be trouble.

“My dad is my sire,” Serena said, trying to maintain her haughty look. “Duh.”

“Impossible,” the girl hissed. “Vampires can’t have kids.”

Both Aiden and Serena flinched at that. It was an old wound, one the entire family was still sensitive about. It was the reason their half-brothers had no full siblings, why Alex still looked so sad sometimes. Zach and Nate would never talk about it, but they wished they could have had other siblings too.

“What’s the matter,” the girl taunted. “Truth hurt?”

“More like a sharp slap to our brothers’ faces,” Serena muttered.

The girl cocked her head. “Brothers? You are from the same sire?”

“Oh for the love of Merlin,” Serena huffed. “Let’s discuss the Snape family tree while we’re on our hands and knees, shall we? Our parents are fucking day walkers, alright? Both of them.”

“No way,” the girl whispered.

Serena rolled her eyes. She hated that expression. “If you’re going to contradict everything I say, this is going to take forever… time we don’t exactly have.”

The girl pursed her lips before nodding. “Fine. Why is it a slap to your brothers?”

“Long story short,” Aiden said, “they have a different mom, a mom who’s married to a vampire.”

“Sounds complicated,” the girl said.

“Oh, it gets better than that,” Serena huffed. “But we don’t really have time for a trip down memory lane. Just let us get back to our family.”

“A second ago, you were going to wipe Chuck’s mind and now you expect us to just let you go?”

Aiden let out a dark chuckle. “You have no idea what we’re capable of.”

Serena quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? That’s your best line?”

Aiden shrugged, causing his body guard to tense. “I thought I’d warn them.”

“Warn us of what?” the girl asked slowly.

“We’re not like any walkers you’ve come across before,” Aiden said.

“I know,” the girl said. “I can smell the magic, but we have your wands.”

“Don’t need them.” Aiden smirked and quirked a finger, making the guy that was holding him down fly backwards ten feet and slide into a tree.

Serena followed his lead, flinging her captor off like a flea and standing as regally as she could, considering her knees were caked with mud. She flicked her fingers, cleaning her jeans and summoning her wand back to her. Aiden claimed his as well.

“You see,” Aiden said, “we were being quite cooperative.”

“Impossible,” the girl breathed.

“That word,” Aiden said, shaking his head sadly. “Perhaps you should learn what it means.”

“No,” the girl growled. “Witches can’t cast without their wands.”

“Number one,” Aiden drawled. “I am a wizard. Number two, you can’t trust everything you hear. A great number of witches and wizards can perform without wands, as you’ve just seen. And number three, it hardly matters what you believe. The Master will arrive soon and we have to get going.”

“What do you know of The Master,” the girl pressed, her face a mask of aloofness but her eyes were wild.

“I know she’s picking off walkers,” Aiden said. “And she needs to be stopped.”

“By who?” the girl asked.

Aiden smirked. “I know a few people willing to take on the task.”

“Got em,” Melody chirped.

She was sitting on a perch just above the monument, eagerly eyeing the new walker clan. They were paranoid all right, but they were woefully unorganized and more than likely going to get themselves killed if they kept on the way they were going. It was no wonder their second in command was captured. She only hoped the poor sod could hold on until they found the Master’s new stronghold.

Hermione and Draco watched from a tree a little further away. They knew their scents were a bit more noticeable and threatening and they didn’t want to hurt Aiden and Serena’s chances of joining the coven. Though their approach had been quite unorthodox, they admired it just the same. In the space of a few minutes, Aiden and Serena had managed to let the coven know that they were against the master, had a family of their own, and were much more powerful than the coven had imagined. It was… beautiful.

‘This is going better than I thought it would,’ Hermione thought.

Draco chirped in agreement. He was still wary, but it seemed the worst was over. He listened carefully as Aiden explained that he and Serena meant no harm. They only wished to escape The Master. When asked what he knew about her, Aiden artfully danced over the topic, spinning a tale of rumors and run-ins that would make a suspense novelist proud. When he was through, the coven was practically eating out of his hands. He paid rapt attention when Serena started squirming.

“We have to go,” Serena said when Aiden was through.

“Why are you so skittish,” the girl asked.

Aiden turned and narrowed his eyes at Serena, who blushed under his scrutiny. “You sneaky little bitch.”

Serena’s eyes widened comically before they narrowed in anger. “Look who’s talking.”

“Stop!” the girl ordered. “What is going on?”

“She’s late for a date.”

“Shut up!” Serena snapped.

“Another walker?” the girl asked curiously.

“No,” Aiden said slowly. “You wouldn’t approve.”

The girl narrowed her eyes. “Explain.”

Serena and Aiden locked eyes again, having another silent conversation. How much could they really tell the coven without giving themselves up completely? Could they trust them? Were they even gaining the coven’s sympathies or simply being humored? So much at stake.

“He’s a wolf,” Serena said softly after a while.

The coven hissed, some shouting in outrage. Murmurs broke out, speaking of traitors and the like.

“It’s not like that,” Aiden said. “Not all werewolves are evil. Besides, she said wolf, not werewolf.”

“There is no difference!” the girl snapped.

“There is,” Aiden said. “They were… part of an experiment… The Master’s doing.”

The coven gasped.

“There’s so much you don’t know,” Aiden said sadly. “And there is hardly time to tell it.”

“We want to hear it,” the girl said.

“We must take cover,” Aiden insisted. “Let us leave, find our families, find somewhere safe.”

“This cemetery is safe,” the girl insisted.

Aiden took a deep breath, inhaling the smells around him. “I can smell the Master’s men all over this place. How is it safe here?”

“We hide in the shadows,” the girl said, a little more warily.

“And they attack with wands,” Aiden countered. “Wands don’t lie. They seek signatures, not shapes.”

The coven murmured nervously.

“Is this all of you?” Serena asked suddenly.

The girl sniffed in irritation. “Of course not. We broke out into groups, less suspicious that way.”

“Not when they are tracking signatures,” Aiden murmured. “How many in the coven now?”

“Eleven since they took Kent,” the girl said quietly.

Aiden inhaled sharply. “Are you all from the same sire?”

“Most of us,” the girl admitted. “Kent and Samuel, he’s number one, they were from a different sire. That sire was destroyed by the vamps according to the ancient laws.”

“And your sire?” Serena asked.

The girl shrugged. “Still biting I’d imagine. We gain new members all the time. There were twenty two of us, ranging in age from ten to twenty.”

“Are you sure he didn’t stop biting a decade ago?” Aiden asked.

“No way to tell. We only find members when their parents kick them out or they run away.”

“Are you all from New York?” Serena asked.

The girl nodded. “All from this city, though we’re from different boroughs. I’m from Brooklyn, Chuck here is from Queens. There are several from the Bronx, a few from Manhattan. The newest members came from Staten Island.”

“Sounds like he likes the area,” Aiden mused.

“New York is pretty easy to hide out in,” the girl said softly.

Before they could continue, a rustling startled the coven. The spun, hunched down to attack. Aiden and Serena’s nostrils flared, recognizing the familiar scent.

“Who goes there,” the girl hissed.

“Easy Talia,” a voice called out. “It’s Clark!”

The coven relaxed but Aiden and Serena didn’t. This wasn’t part of the plan. What the hell?

“Hunter,” the girl, probably Talia, hissed.

“Oh would you get over it already?”

“Rhapsody?” Aiden called.

“Hey Aiden,” Rhapsody greeted.

She came bustling over, a familiar black suitcase in one hand. She looked unperturbed, as if she were merely out for a Sunday stroll and not being escorted by two fanged boys who looked ready to bite. She ignored the others, settling for hugging Serena and giving him a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

“Why are you here?” Aiden asked.

Rhapsody sighed. “It’s going to be dark soon. I figured I’d go for a moonlit walk with dad thought the park.”

“By yourself?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, with dad, obviously.”

“And?”

“Okay fine, Deven had a fit. Recruited your brothers to help him keep an eye on us. Like dad and I need a chaperone.”

“You do until dusk,” Aiden growled.

Rhapsody shook her head. “I swear. I don’t know why I love walkers so much, bloody menaces the lot of you. Anyway, we attracted some attention.”

“The other half of the coven,” Aiden said, looking up to the newcomers. “But where are the rest?”

“Coming,” Rhapsody said. “They had to play cavemen for a few minutes first. You know how your brothers are.”

Aiden’s lip twitched. “Indeed.”

Another rustling in the bushes heralded their arrival. Four more coven members were walking Deven, Nate, and Zack into the clearing. The boys looked completely unfazed whereas the coven looked ready to strike. They hadn’t smelled hunters like these before.

“They smell wrong,” Talia said quietly.

Rhapsody chuckled. “That’s because they aren’t hunters. They have similar blood, but a different agenda. At least, I think they do.”

“Ouch,” Deven said playfully. “You wound me.”

Rhapsody gave him a cheeky grin in return.

“Enough,” a boy with a deep voice spoke. He pulled back his hood, revealing a pale angular face and bright indigo eyes peaking beneath dark curly hair. “What is going on here?”

“Samuel,” Rhapsody said. “Might I introduce you to my cousins Aiden and Serena Snape?”

“Who are they?” Samuel asked with narrowed eyes.

“Second generation walkers,” Rhapsody said casually.

“He is your old lover?” Samuel asked in disgust.

Rhapsody rolled her eyes. “My dad is his mom’s ADOPTED sister, no actual blood relation.”

“Still,” Samuel sniffed.

“Oh get off it will you?” Rhapsody huffed. “Anyway, he is an ex-lover.”

“And you have thrown the walker for a hunter.”

“Ex-hunter,” Deven cut in. “I didn’t know any better.”

“Besides,” Rhapsody said. “If you were to have children with a regular mortal, they would smell like hunters. Would that make them hunters?”

“Depends,” Samuel said. “Vampires are the enemy.”

“Not all of them,” Rhapsody said softly as she caressed the briefcase. “Most vampires find day walkers beautiful but deadly. They kill vampires who would create them because walkers are so powerful. It’s almost an abomination to create them. You have to admit, you do have an extraordinarily unfair advantage.”

“Yes but they seek to make us slaves,” Samuel spat.

“Only the bad ones,” Rhapsody said. “The others learned their lessons centuries ago. Even humans had to learn that slavery was bad and some still support it. Does that mean that all humans wish to make others into slaves?”

“No,” Samuel said grudgingly.

“Then there you have it.”

“Now that we’re one big happy family,” Zach called, “can we please get on with it?”

“You mean before your mom flies down here and kicks your asses?” Rhapsody asked in a saccharine voice.

“That too,” Zach muttered.

“Too late,” Melody said as she appeared beside them. “I thought I told you to keep your asses in the fucking hotel.”

“But mom, Rhapsody-“ Nate started.

“Is a big girl… and I have a feeling her father will give her a tongue lashing once she lets him out of that suitcase.”

“I was sort of hoping he’d be happy to be out,” Rhapsody muttered.

Melody chuckled. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Um, getting worse all the time.”

Melody nodded. “Wait til your mom gets a hold of you.”

Rhapsody paled. “Shit.”

Melody gave her another curt nod. “Now, since it seems like we’re all in one spot, let’s get down to business shall we?”

Sampson wrinkled his nose. “You smell-“

“Different, yes, yes, I know. I’ve already heard it today from a little elf. I am a walker, but I wasn’t sired. It’s a long story and I have no wish to go over it… again. Anyway, you are all in danger and your security is laughable.”

“We captured them,” Talia huffed.

Melody quirked an eyebrow. “Did they or did they not throw your guards off like they were toys?”

Talia lowered her eyes.

“Did they or did they not come quite willingly after leading you on a wild goose chase?”

Samuel looked away.

“That’s what I thought,” Melody sighed. “Why don’t we all head back to our hotel in Central Park and we can talk there. I’d feel much better if we weren’t out in the open.”

“How do we know this isn’t a trap?” Samuel growled.

Melody cocked her head. “How much do you know about wizards?”

Samuel shrugged. “Enough.”

“More than enough I’d wager,” Melody said slowly, analyzing his aura. “When did you run away?”

“I was ten,” Samuel said.

“Thought so,” Melody said. “No doubt your parents heard about the rules of Salem?”

Samuel turned red but said nothing.

“Gods I wish Whorple was still alive so I could kick her ass.”

Samuel’s head snapped back. “The Headmistress is dead?”

Melody grinned. “Ha! Knew you knew about it… and yes. Salem was attacked several weeks ago by the Master’s men. Anyway, you know the parameters of an oath?”

Samuel nodded grudgingly.

“Good. Then I, Melody Bach Lee, hereby swear a solemn wizard’s oath that no harm shall befall your coven from me or any member my family.”

“What was that?” Talia asked, her mouth open in shock as the golden haze of the oath settled around Melody.

“Wizard’s oath,” Samuel said quietly. “If she breaks it, it will cause her great pain and suffering, possibly death.”

Melody nodded. “Very good Samuel. Now, we need to get going.” She turned. “Hermione, Draco? Come down here please.”

Taking their cue, the pure couple flew down and morphed back into themselves, causing the coven to fall back a few paces, all except Samuel. Melody had all but outed him as an untrained wizard so it didn’t surprise them. They just wondered how he’d made it this long without losing control of his magic. Most untrained wizards were hauled in by Aurors by his age.

“Coven, this is Hermione and Draco. Yes, they smell different. They have a blood bond to a walker.”

“Aiden’s father,” Talia said after she carefully sniffed the air.

“That’s the one,” Melody said. “It’s all quite complicated, probably worthy of a talk show actually. Anyway, will you come with us?”

“What do you want from us?” Samuel asked.

“Information,” Melody said. “And in exchange, we offer protection.”

“Can you protect us?” Samuel asked curiously.

Melody pursed her lips. “We’ve done okay so far. We’ll see where we go from here.”

A popping sound startled them.

“Gregory,” Aiden hissed, trying to lunge in the direction he’d popped in.

“No!” Melody ordered, putting her hand on his shoulder. “He hasn’t spotted any of us yet. Best be off. He’ll have backup. We’ll see him later. Don’t worry.”

“But James,” Aiden said, thinking of how his best friend was now not wholly himself.

“Let James get his revenge then,” Melody said softly. “For now, we need to plan. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

AN: So the most wonderful thing happened this week. My daughter picked up her first Harry Potter book... and she loves it! My muse was so excited she gave me this chapter... and a new urge to finish one of my original novels. I'd enjoy it while you can. She's a finicky heifer. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm tickled that you like it so far. Hopefully I can wrap this baby up in the next few weeks. I promised myself I'm going to finish everything I have in the works before I start a new project. We'll see how that works out. Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Feed the muse! Until the next time... love you guys!!
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