A Black Romance

****Back at the Great Hall****

Once the group was in the great hall for dinner, Amber called Spike and gave him the letter to send to "Rabbit".

Dear Rabbit,

I would be happy to dance with you! And why would I be ashamed of you? There is no one here I would not dance with. As for your costume, it seems like you're not the only one who will be wearing it. I, on the other hand, will be making an original. We're not sure how it's going to look, but I can tell you it's going to be blue, green, and silver. Hope to talk to you soon.

Amber

As soon as Spike flew out of the window, a dull looking red and brown owl flew into the hall. It was squawking loudly and flying in zigzags. Finally landing in front of Lily, the owl dropped a letter from its mouth. Lily picked up the letter, smiled, and gave it back to the owl, "Wrong girl. Amber is over there."

The owl hooted and hopped over to Amber and dropped the letter on her plate. After nibbling some food from Amber, the owl flew out the window.

"Who's it from?" Sirius asked.

"Your cousin, Marques," Sirius rolled his eyes and busied himself with inspecting, quite a fascinating piece-of-chicken, in his point of view. Getting restless with Amber's slowness in opening the letter, Lily grabbed it and read it out loud.

Happy New Year!

I am sorry that I left the party so early, but I felt the tension and decided it was the best thing for me to leave. If Sirius told you, which I doubt, I've moved from Spain and now live in Mexico with the Department of Goblin Liaison Office. There was an uprising in Guadalajara that we're trying to keep from the Muggles. Unlike some people, the bloody goblins are running in the streets and causing uproar. There is also a school there, Oruga Cautivar, Caterpillar Charm. It's not like Hogwarts, but it's my new home. Enough of this writing, I am expecting a letter from you soon, full of details. Oh, I've been hearing a lot about this Lord Voldemort person. Be very careful. I read his little piece in the Daily Prophet and he's a real nut job. He's been killing Muggles and wizards alike.

Marques Daviau

"Thank you," Amber said, grabbing the letter from Lily. "I just had a spur of blindness and needed you to read for me."

"Anytime pal," Lily said, grinning and taking a piece of toast.

****In Liverpool****

Ah yes, the goblin rebellion in Guadalajara, Mexico. It cost a pretty penny to persuade the goblins to do that. You see, the ministry would probably send some of their best workers to help them out. The American Ministry was just beginning to regroup since the Salem witch hunt, so they were not able to help. My first plan was to have some of my Death Eaters go and kill, but that wasn't the plan, yet. Anyway, after the goblin thing, Albus left Hogwarts and found me. Of course he came with his stupid blabbing about me stopping.

"Albus, what brings you to my humble abode?"

"I'm not here for games. I just want to know why I have the strangest feeling that you had something to do with the goblins in Guadalajara?"

"Come on, what would I gain in Mexico? I mean once I conquer Europe, then Asia, maybe even America, but not Mexico. The food gives me the cramps," a little evil-person humor. You know, villains should sit back and laugh sometimes. That's why we're so stressed; we don't laugh enough!

"Be serious!" Dumbledore yelled. "You are messing with people's lives! Life and death, Tom, life and death."

"Soon, I will have conquered death."

"You will never conquer death while I am alive." He smiled.

"Choose your words carefully old man."

For longer than an hour, we sat in silence. Can you keep a secret? I was deathly scared of Dumbledore. In the 1940's, he'd stopped a gang of vampires who sought to walk during the day and rid the earth of mortals. Of course I was still in school, but I was enthralled by their quest and wished them luck.

"It seems, a little silly," Dumbledore started. "That you hate Muggles and Muggle born wizards, but yet you are of mixed blood, defeating the purpose." I looked at him. His blue eyes twinkled and a small smile appeared on his face. "Seems to me that you're mad that your father left you, and now you're taking your anger out on everybody else." I spit in his face. How dare he say something like that to me, LORD VOLDEMORT! I grabbed my wand and pointed it in his face.

"Watch your tongue old man. I could kill you with a single curse and I doubt your friends would come for you." Albus slowly stood up and pulled out his wand.

"Try it and I'll split your wand into pieces. Then you'll be finished."

Ok, he had me there. If something were to happen to my wand. I don't know what I would have done. But then, I thought I was the only person to have a Phoenix tail in my wand. Little did I know that less than twenty years later it would yield another. Before I go any further, let my tell you a story of the Phoenix Wands.

****The Story****

Many years ago, before I was born and Albus Dumbledore was quite a young man, it was decided that the Four Hogwarts Heir should be equipped with very powerful wands to help prevent the rising of evil. The only person Dumbledore trusted with such a task to make the wands was Ollivander. But what would they use? Every wand that has been made used all the hairs ever thought of. There was one wand out of hair and bonded together. Of course, Dumbledore knew what kind of hair to use, the tail feathers of his Phoenix Fawkes. Not too many people know how Fawkes came to Dumbledore. All that was said, was, the one morning when he was a boy at Hogwarts, a bird flew by his side and never left him.

Anyway, Dumbledore and Ollivander talked to Fawkes and pleaded with him to give 4 tail feathers. Of course, Fawkes ignored them for a long time. Until one day, thirty-five years later, almost a year before I started school, Fawkes gave a feather. Ollivander quickly made the wand and waited for the other three feathers. Two weeks later, the phoenix gave another feather, and no more.

Years and years passed, but to no avail. Fawkes never gave another tail feather. Dumbledore and Ollivander gave up hope for the four Hogwarts Heirs to have the wands. But we all know what happened with Harry and me.

****Liverpool****

I can't believe Dumbledore threatened to break my wand! My wand! My livelihood. I put my wand back in my pocket and sat down. My eyes glowed with hatred as I looked at him. But then something caught my attention. It was a necklace around his neck. It was a light blue and dark red and it looked like lighting. I whispered, "Oracle".

"A small gift," he said, "to make sure you don't succeed."

With that, he got up and left. I was confused. How did he get the Necklace of Oracle? I had to find out. Ok, so now I had three things on my "To Do List":

1. Destroy Muggle England
2. Find the Gryffindor Heir and destroy him
3. Get the Necklace of Oracle from Dumbledore

I should have put the necklace first, then, gone after the Heir. I could have beaten that stupid Potter boy! But like the stupid mummy-curse that Lily and Amber did, I wasn't able to kill him.

Once Dumbledore left, I wrote a letter to Wormtail and told him to get ready for a visit from me, the night of the ball. I knew he wouldn't have a date and it would be a good time for us to talk in private. All the professors would be busy watching the children and Dumbledore would be making a fool of himself on the dance floor.