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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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“Where in the fuck is he?” Melody hissed, staring through the trees as she tracked the vampire they suspected of turning all those daywalkers. She’d only spotted him a minute ago but he disappeared as quickly.
“He’s faster than most,” Philippe said quietly. “Probably why he hasn’t been caught yet.”
“Or why he’s a recluse,” Alex pointed out.
“He’s outsmarted them,” Harmony said suddenly. “Like he is doing to us.”
“Oh?” Melody drawled. “Do tell.”
“I’d rather not say.”
“I do hope the next words out of your mouth will be ‘out loud,’” Alex drawled.
Harmony smiled. “You know me so well.”
The next few minutes, the four were locked in something Melody like to describe as an internal conference. She’d finally reached the point where she could connect several minds at once without disastrous results like Draco and Hermione had experienced the first time. It made it easier to convey thoughts and strategies without their enemy hearing so much as a peep.
“Well, that was informative,” Alex drawled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Melody frowned. Connecting more than one mind did often cause a headache. She nipped her finger, offering him some of her blood. Over the years, they had discovered a bit of blood was much better than any headache potion. He licked her finger slowly, making her shiver with inappropriate thoughts for the present moment and kissed her in thanks.
“So, plan A or B first,” Philippe asked, ruining the moment.
“Why not mix it up?” Melody asked.
“B it is,” Philippe said, dashing out of sight.
“I’m a weakness,” Harmony whispered.
‘Bait,’ Melody mouthed before casting the spell they’d agreed upon.
Within minutes Harmony smelled exactly like a pregnant woman. Their vampire quarry liked pregnant women and he was none too picky it seemed. They’d been careful to stay hidden under glamours and disillusion spells but the smells were harder to hide. If they managed to make the vampire think they’d given up and masked themselves, he would be hard pressed not to take the bait Harmony offered up so willingly. Philippe hated the idea, but he had agreed it was for the best.
It only took a few minutes after their departure for the vampire to draw down on Harmony, bending her over almost backwards to get at the feast she offered. Philippe flashed forwards, pinning the vampire to a nearby tree where Melody promptly tied him to it with silver laced ropes so he couldn’t move.
Alex took the lead for questioning. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Let me go. Traitor!”
“Traitor?” Alex asked with mock surprise. “When you’ve so blatantly disregarded the rules of your kind?”
“You’re a walker,” the vampire spat. “You should thank me.”
Alex snorted. “I’m not that kind of walker.”
Melody took a moment to study the vampire. He looked like your average run of the mill vampire, long black hair, black eyes, fair skin, and smelling slightly of blood. But there was something strange about this one. It took a moment to realize it.
“You can’t smell the difference,” she gasped.
“What?” the vampire snapped.
“The charms are gone,” she said slowly. “And you can’t tell that he doesn’t smell like a regular walker. I’ll admit, it is similar, but not the same.”
“What are you talking about?” the vampire spat. “A walker is a walker.”
“And a pregnant woman is a pregnant woman?” Philippe growled, pulling Harmony into his side.
The vampire frowned. “She… she doesn’t smell pregnant anymore.”
“Mmm, but can you smell what she is?” Melody asked. “I couldn’t take that away.”
“Human,” the vampire growled. “Magic. Nothing else.”
Melody frowned. “And me. What do I smell of?”
“Daywalker. Magic.”
“And my bond?”
“What bond?”
“Fuck me,” Alex laughed. “He can’t smell a fucking thing.”
“Well, he can smell basic things,” Melody reasoned. “He does have a penchant for pregnant women after all. What is it about them that draws you to them?”
The vampire snarled and fought against his binds but collapsed in a heap against the tree, realizing it was hopeless to resist. “They smell like… mine.”
“Yours?” Philippe hissed, holding Harmony closer to him.
The vampire nodded. “My maker told me I’d know the smell. If I could find it, I could have a mate.”
“And every time you smell it?”
The vampire crumpled. “It never works. I… I turn them and it doesn’t work.”
“Oh, there is something seriously fucked up going on here,” Alex said, studying the vampire more closely. “What is your name?”
“Name?”
“What do you call yourself?”
“Vampire,” he said with a frown.
“You mean, you have no name… like Ed or Bob or George,” Melody said.
The vampire shook his head. “I’ve always been called Vampire.”
“Who was your maker?” Alex asked.
“Maker,” the vampire said with a definitive nod. “She is called Maker.”
Melody’s blood ran cold. “She?”
The vampire nodded. “She doesn’t have fangs like me, but she is my Maker.”
“Oh Merlin,” Melody breathed. “Does she wear an amulet around her neck?”
The vampire frowned and nodded. “Yes. She made me with it.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, FUCK,” Melody yelled. “This is all we fucking need. She made this poor wretch so she could create a bunch of walkers she could… HERD like fucking SHEEP.”
“How is it no one of our kind has found you?” Philippe asked quietly.
The vampire frowned. “They have… but my Maker, she takes care of them.”
“How?” Melody snarled.
The vampire frowned again. “I… I don’t know. There is a great light and then they are gone.”
“Light,” Melody breathed. “No. No. No. Vampire, this light, is it sunlight?”
“No,” the vampire said. “No vampire can walk in sunlight. This is another light.”
“Oh my Goddess,” Melody groaned. “No wonder there are so many walkers.”
“What should we do with him?” Alex asked.
Harmony frowned and touched the vampire, jerking when memories assaulted her. She pulled back with tears in her eyes. “End him. It’s a miserable existence. He doesn’t even understand what he’s doing most of the time.”
“And the bright light?” Alex asked.
Harmony frowned. “It won’t come this time. But I think we need to find Draco and Hermione. Now.”
Alex nodded and pulled a piece of branch from the tree the vampire was tied to. “I hope there is a life after this one,” he said before plunging the makeshift stake deep into the vampire’s heart. He screeched, spewing blood before bursting into a million pieces of ash.
“Let’s go then,” Harmony said, heading for the sea. “Something very wrong is happening.”
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“Whoa,” Cadence whispered as they climbed the condemned steps to get to Lady Liberty’s torch. They swayed and creaked dangerously.
“I seriously doubt anyone comes this way,” Zandra whispered, clinging to Aiden when the stair under her shifted slightly.
“Well we couldn’t very well fly up on brooms, could we?” Colton whispered.
“Hence the term surprise attack,” Rhapsody said in annoyance. “Cay, what can you see?”
Cadence peered up the stairs. “There are only a handful of them and none are Cygnus or Gregory.”
“Well, that’ll make it easier,” Matt said.
“But one of them is an old Death Eater.”
“And that’ll make it difficult,” Deven said.
“Not for me,” Aiden hissed.
“Care to elaborate?” Deven asked.
Rhapsody laughed. “Aiden is the son of a Death Eater. What do you think?”
Deven frowned. “He knows how to fight dirty?”
“And how to break their wards,” Aiden growled. “What are they using?”
Cadence squinted up. “Looks like… the old mark wards… and a few stabilizing charms.”
“Shoddy protection at best,” Aiden said with a frown.
“Well, it isn’t like they have a lot to fear up here,” Zandra reasoned.
“Game plan?” Ara asked.
“We’ll block, you strike,” Rhapsody said, leaning over to touch Aiden. She shuddered and shook her head. “Yeah, that’ll be best. But we have to take them out quick. Something’s happening.”
“What?” Deven asked.
Rhapsody shook her head. “I don’t know, but we take no prisoners. Stun everyone, port key back down with them and call Uncle Harry to turn them in to the Aurors.”
The teens waited until the twins and their mates put up a shield to move. Aiden went ahead, quickly dismantled the old Death Eater ward and they burst through the door. The sight that met them was unnerving, to say the least.
“What the bloody hell happened here?” Ara asked, looking around in horror.
There were six or seven guys, all wearing hoodies, all seemingly frozen in time. The old Death Eater that Cadence had seen was petrified with a look of abject horror on his face. There was blood everywhere, but they were all breathing. There were no open wounds, no bits of flesh hanging about like they’d seen in pensieve memories during their trainings.
“Gods,” Cadence whispered. “I can’t see anything amiss… it has to be them.”
Rhapsody swallowed down her bile. “Blood rites. We’ve got to move now.”
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“Any idea if he’ll let us near him?” Zach asked his mate after she’d whispered Elden’s name to the nearest Elm tree, requesting a meeting with him.
Violetta shrugged. “Not a clue… but I can call him.”
“How?” Zach asked.
Vi gave him a shy smile. “Fae secret.”
Zach blinked in shock and then chuckled. “Whatever you say. I’ll just… go over there.”
“No,” Vi said, putting her hand on his arm to stop him. “Stay.”
“But you said-“
“We’re to be mates,” she whispered. “And I trust you.”
Zach swallowed hard. “Alright.”
Vi gave him a huge grin and closed her eyes, reaching out to him. He enveloped her tiny hands in his, marveling at how delicate they were. He wondered again how the pairs had been decided. He and his twin were rather tough, paired with two ladies that were the very definition of delicate. But he didn’t hold that against him. His mum had taught him early on to never underestimate the weakest link. After all, she’d been the weak link once upon a time.
He stared at Vi in awe as she started to glow soft purple. It made his own magic respond in kind, though he tried his best to tamp it down. He didn’t want to ruin her call. It took some doing, but he forced his mind to think over everything his mum had said about woodland elves. They were related to pixies. He wondered how close they were to fae. Then again, he didn’t know much about fae either. He made a note to remedy that. If he was going to be mated to one, it would be a good idea to figure out exactly what he was in for.
Vi sighed and opened her eyes, the glow slowly fading. “I made contact. He’ll meet us by the fountain just over the next grove.”
“Why the fountain?” Zach asked.
“Because that’s where Anastasia will be the most comfortable.”
Nate murmured to Ana that the other two would be joining them shortly. Ana nodded and dipped her hand into the water again, idly playing with the tiny sparkling fish-tailed pixie she’d pointed out to him. Water sprites, she’d called them. Most didn’t notice them, but they helped keep the balance of things in small bodies of water. They liked hanging out in fountains and small pools.
“Do you miss it?” he blurted out, watching her stroke the scales of a particularly lovely blue sprite.
She sighed. “Yes. And no. I mean… I miss my mum, but she wasn’t in any shape to take care of me.”
“Where do you go in the summer?”
“The sea,” she said softly. “My aunt, she looked after me until I was old enough to go to Salem.”
“Were you raised in the sea?”
“Not in it, per se,” Ana said with a frown. “I don’t have fins you know.”
“But you love the water.”
She nodded. “It’s soothing. It feels like home. Sometimes, if I concentrate hard enough, I can even breathe underwater. But my place is on land. My aunt, she gave up a great deal to raise me, but she felt responsible for what happened.”
“Why would she be responsible for what that fucking Death Eater did to your mum?”
“It was her duty to watch over mum,” Ana whispered. “She… she gave up her fins when… when it happened.”
Nate stared at her, wide eyed. “Isn’t that… like… non-reversible?”
Ana nodded. “Usually. Unless you can find Triton and plead for mercy.”
“Wait… Triton? Like… the son of Poseidon and Amphitrite?”
“That’s the one, messenger of the sea. He pleads our cases.”
“So this whole talk of Gods and Goddesses, you don’t find it strange at all, do you?”
Ana smiled. “Not really. But most don’t know about our kind anyway. It’s why we’ve been sheltered for so long, not caught up in any wars.”
“Until now,” Nate said, frowning at the thought of his delicate mate caught in between a bloody war. Blood was more his speed, not someone as lovely and pure as her.
“Honestly, I’m pretty sure that’s why they chose me.”
“So… why put you with me?” Nate asked softly. “I’m about as far from a merperson as you can get.”
“Maybe that’s the point,” Ana said softly. “But my past is just as intertwined with yours.”
Nate nodded. “Well, too late to start analyzing it now.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Zack said, moseying up beside them with Vi in tow.
“Good day.”
The quartet spun to see a little green man with moss green eyes wearing a mime outfit. He hadn’t been there a second ago.
“Oh, that was lovely,” Vi gushed. “Are you Elden?”
“I am,” he said, bowing low. “It is an honor to meet you Miss Parkerton.”
“Thank you for meeting with us,” Vi said softly. “I’m sorry we had to call you away from your clan, but we desperately need to know a few more things.”
Elden stared at Anastasia the entire time Vi was addressing him. She squirmed under his gaze, preferring to pet the water sprites than face another creature from nature. She felt awkward enough around them.
“You are a rare treat,” Elden breathed.
Nate narrowed his eyes at the little elf. “What do you mean?”
Elden jumped back, blinking as if in a trance. “Mating with a merperson is not only forbidden, it is almost impossible. No one is genetically correct for the mate to take hold.”
Ana turned her face into Nate’s chest. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before, but it didn’t sting any less. “I know I’m a freak.”
“No, a treat,” Elden insisted. “It is forbidden because of the power it can create. Fae have the same laws, as do many of the other creatures of nature. To mix them… well, your young mates can attest to the disaster it can create.”
“Not our fault mate,” Zack growled.
Elden tilted his head to the side in thought. “I’ve met your mother. She is a rare creature herself. Perhaps it is a sign from the gods.”
“What sort of sign,” Vi asked warily.
Elden grinned at her, displaying a frightening set of razor sharp teeth that looked to be made of bark. “That it is time to purge the earth again.”
“WHAT?” the four shouted.
Elden chuckled. “No, not quite like the human’s version of the flood. More like… time for the gods to have another war, an event to balance the earth. Think of it as the next Titan wars.”
“But we’re not gods,” Nate said through clenched teeth.
Elden frowned. “Aren’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” Zach growled.
“Your conception was rare,” Elden said, his eyes now focused on the little yellow water sprite Ana was stroking. “I can smell it. Even the fae.”
“I was not rare,” Vi snapped.
“You were,” Elden said. “News of your father’s defection was far reaching little fae.”
“Defection?” Zach asked.
Vi ducked her head. “Elden is right. It’s forbidden for fae to mate with humans… and dangerous to boot. But my mum… she drew him like a moth to flame. She was very powerful… yet whimsical. I… I’d say she was an even match for your Aunt Luna. Anyway, they fell in love… and they ran away together. She… she died having me. Father was… distraught. But he couldn’t raise me alone so he brought me back to the clan.”
“And she’s been famous in our circles ever since,” Elden said with a little nod. “Kind of like a fairy tale, only reiterating why mixing shouldn’t happen.”
“So Vi and Ana had odd beginnings,” Nate said. “So what?”
“Was yours not just as odd?”
The twins flushed, thinking about what they’d seen in the pensieve. They’d been so angry, learning that they were nothing more than a horrible experiment designed to test their father’s loyalty. But then they’d heard their parents out… and had made their peace.
“So it was destiny,” Ana whispered.
Elden smiled. “Or the Gods.”
“We’ll deal with them later,” Nate said. “Right now, we need to know if the Master’s men have more than one hang out… and if there is any sort of pattern to their behavior.”
“No and no. They prefer to stick together, like packs of rabid wolves hoping to pick off another unsuspecting soul. And they are led by their sticks, so it’s as erratic as the walkers are.”
“At least they’ll be easy to spot,” Zach muttered.
Elden’s head jerked to the side and tilted, like he was listening to a far off sound. His eyes grew round and worried before he nodded and muttered some sort of something that sounded like a woodpecker.
“You must hurry young ones. The balance is tipping. War is eminent.”
“Where?” Vi asked.
“The bay… where the Lady in green watches over all.”
“The Statue of Liberty,” Nate muttered. “That’s where the others were going.”
“Let’s hurry then,” Zack said.
“Goodbye Elden,” Vi said softly. “And thank you.”
Elden nodded. “Anytime young ones. And you,” he said, looking directly into Anastasia’s baby blue eyes. “You’re beginnings to not define you. It is the journey to your ending that does.”
Ana blinked back tears and gave him a watery smile before she nodded her thanks and got up to follow her mate.
“Remember young ones, they never create so many allowances if they expected to lose.”
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Nahuatl blushed as Samuel brushed her wavy black hair behind her ear. He’d been the perfect gentlemen, dutifully scouting and working with Al and Martin to scour the area. But they had found nothing except a glimpse of the Malfoys.
“I believe we should head back. There is nothing. I can’t even smell them anymore,” Samuel said with a frown.
Nahuatl took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s go.”
They trudged back in silence, but she couldn’t help but admire his form as he strode ahead, his eyes alert for danger. He was quite handsome and much quieter and aloof than her pack. She supposed years of constant vigilance had closed him off. Yet, she didn’t hold it against him. She was rather lacking in the desire to converse herself. She’d learned almost nothing about him, and found that though she did want to know, she was okay with it.
It didn’t take long to arrive back at the hotel and slip into the conference room Severus and Celeste was teaching in. Various members of the family and pack were working to learn take downs from Harry and Ginny. The walkers were learning things about themselves they’d never known or had taken for granted.
A bright gold light filled the room before a loud crack brought everyone to their knees. Nemesis appeared, Fortuna by her side.
“My army, I am afraid the time has come. The first standoff has begun. It needs to be moved to a place no mortal can see. Go now.”
“Where?” Severus called, not hesitating to zip across the room to confront the Goddesses.
Nemesis eyed him for a moment with interest before nodding. “The symbol of freedom. Ironic, is it not?”
“Indeed,” Severus drawled before bowing to the Goddesses. “Very well. We shall fulfill the will of the gods. Everyone, to the port key. We are taking an impromptu field trip.”

AN: Warning, this chapter wasn't beta'd. But I promise I'll get to it as soon as I can think again. These shifts are killing me. Anyway, we're close to the final showdown. Can you feel it? As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I shall love them and hug them and call them George. And I might cry tears of joy because I ended up in someone's bio. So, if you're reading this, thanks! Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
PS: If you feel like reading something strange, check out my new fic Instinctive. I also have another one I'm playing with. It will be hardcore D/s fic with tons of BDSM and some not so monogomous relationships. Yum right? Shout out if you're interested.
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Fooling Fate *sequel to Bound*

Fooling Fate sequel to Bound