Leo Iustitia

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
-Robert Frost

*~*~*

          Blake apparated to a room with a great high ceiling with shelves filled with books that rose to the roof. He appeared in the centre of the room and sat in a black, leather, high-backed armchair. It wasn´t soft like the ones in Gryffindor tower but it was a proper chair non-the less. He raised his wand and waved it at the magnificently carved fireplace and flames erupted inside. The room was cold. Even with the fire burning merrily. The coldness was almost tangible. It seemed as though no matter what he did he couldn´t get warm. He knew someone was coming, after all that was why he hung around instead of returning to Malfoy Manor, It was to report to the great Salazar Slytherin on his progress.

          He waited patiently, looking into the fire. The golden flames crackled merrily, and he looked on coldly. He waited and waited but no one seemed to come. So he rose from the chair and walked over to one of the gargantuan bookshelves. He browsed the titles until he found one that suited his interests greatly, it was titled, "Curses for Evil Dark Wizards." He pulled it out of its place on the shelf and brought it to his face. He blew the dust off the top and wiped his hand over the cover. He walked back to his chair and opened it up and began to read. He was on page 25 reading up on death curses that would ensure the person would be permanently tortured for life.

          "I wonder why Voldemort never used any of these" Blake mumbled to himself when the door opened up. Much to Blake´s disgust it was not Salazar Slytherin that walked in but one of his lowly dwarf servants instead.

          "Would the young master like a drink," inquired the dwarf.

          "Yes, a strawberry daiquiri, in a silver goblet."

          "Yes master," the dwarf answered and bowed before backing out of the room.

          I could really get used to this, I mean people bowing to me and calling me master.

~*~*~

          Draco looked around at his surroundings in disgust. It certainly had the looks of a dungeon, complete with the hanging chains and all. Well to tell the truth he didn´t quite mind dungeons, he had been locked in them enough as a child. He knew how to escape from one too.

          All dungeons were built the same, the gate that blocked the entrance gave off the illusion that it came from the side and latched into the wall, when really it dropped down from the ceiling and was pitted into the floor. All you needed to do was move a few of the stones around the gate away and you could lift it up. The stones that the grate fell into were always loose because they became worn away because of the gate being constantly slammed on them.

          So Draco bent down and began moving the stones aside. He hated this kind of work but if it was what he had to do to get out and throw Blake off the tallest tower he would.

~*~*~

          Mylee´s mouth dropped open in shock and her red eyes locked with the silver of the other man´s. She stared at him in shock, not believing what she saw. She had seen him before of course in tapestries at Hogwarts yet she didn´t quite believe it was he, Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin house, the house of her mother, and the killer of her great, great, great grandfather Godric Gryffindor. But it was he, standing in front of her in the flesh.

          "It´s nice to see you again Mylee. It´s been a long time since your brother died."

          "My brother, I don´t have a brother."

          "Don´t have a brother, have you forgotten already what happened to him, or have you blocked out his memory from you mind."

          "No you slimy bastard, I´ve never had a brother, I don´t have a brother, and I never will have a brother. Have you forgotten the meanings of "don´t" or should I explain it to you Salazar." His name sounded strange coming from her mouth. She was scared, petrified even, but she wouldn´t let him see her fear.

          "What do you want me for?"

          "Oh, that should be obvious, I want the orb opened my dear, the orb you created that has me trapped."

          "Wait, your trapped in an orb. But, if you´re trapped in an orb then how are you standing here talking to me."

          "It is a process referred to as magical projectory."

          "... When you project the image of you body to anywhere in the world, yet you can´t go through time," Mylee mumbled to herself.

          "Yes my dear, I see some things you haven´t forgotten."

          "What do you mean forgotten."

          "I know your not Mylee Gryffindor."

          "Your right I´m not. I´m Mylee Riscowitch."

          "Yet you look so much like her. You have the same hair," he said walking around her, eyeing her like a predator would its prey. "The same red eyes, and yet your not her."

          "Hell right I´m not."

          "Shut up, there is something working here that you do not know. You are her, I brought you back here because you are her and only she knows how to open the orb and let me go."

          Mylee looked at him in shock. She couldn´t be Mylee Gryffindor she just couldn´t. Salazar's projection started to waiver and he looked at her and she looked back at him and spoke to him in a distant voice, "you can´t project your body forever from the orb. It takes away your strength. It weakens you. Every time you try it you last less and less. It´s sucking you back into its depth. You know you can´t last much longer Salazar." She looked at him and saw that his shape was flickering in front of her eyes. She glared at him and raised her hand and mumbled, "retineo villam retines," and a red ball of fire burst out of her hand and hit the wavering form of Salazar Slytherin causing him to disappear completely. Mylee slumped back against the chair exhausted from all the energy the spell required and wondering where she learned it.

~*~*~

          Blake finished the book on curses and began pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace waiting for his drink. The door opened and he spun around. The dwarf was standing there holding his drink and he had robes slung over his arm.

          "Master," he said, "here is your drink and a pair of robes because I noticed you didn´t have any."

          "Give them to me." The dwarf came into the room and handed the robes to Blake who pulled them on over his head, the robes where deep green velvet since it was winter. Then he took the goblet, and then waving his hand in a dismissive gesture he took a sip of the daiquiri. He took another sip when a great explosion resounded around the halls of the castle. He knew immediately where it came from, he tossed the rest of the drink into the fire and threw down goblet and bolted out the room.

          He sprinted down the hall, robes billowing behind him. He turned sharply to the right and placed his hand on the door. It opened and he sprinted down the stairs. He jumped the last three steps and landed on the ground with catlike grace. He walked into the chamber and saw Mylee sitting in a chair and a scorch mark on the ground, the only remnants of Salazar Slytherin from her encounter with him.

          "Mylee, Mylee, I should´ve known it was you."

          "Get away from me you bastard."

          "Such harsh words, do you even want to know my reasons," he asked her tauntingly.

          "No reason could ever save you know your going straight to hell after what you´ve done."

          "Well if that´s how you feel, fine by me. Better to rule in hell than be a servant in heaven."

          "Leave me alone, I´m exhausted."

          "I can´t do that if you´re going to go around trying to blow up my boss now can I."

          "I don´t care what you can and can´t do. Just let me have some peace."

          "Of course, you just can´t have any here, but you can have some where I´m sending you."

          Mylee looked up at him from her vantage point in the chair and he smiled maliciously at her and waved his hand and Mylee disappeared and reappeared in a cell in the dungeon.

          She sat down on the grimy floor and put her head in her hands and was on the verge of sleep when she heard a voice, it was coming from the cell next to her.

          "Damn it all, I just cleaned my fingers and now I´ve got dirt all under my nails." Mylee´s head shot up, she´d know that voice anywhere.

          "Draco," she asked.

          "Who´s there? Mylee is that you?"

          "Yes."

          "What are you doing here?"

          "That bastard sent me here."

          "What was that noise?"

          "Oh, that was me."

          "You! You did that, how?"

          "Honestly, I have no idea."

          "You know, I was hoping you could do it again to blast this gate open. Shows how useful you are. You can create a blast that can shake the whole castle, yet you can´t even knock down a simple gate."

          "I´m sure you could blow it down Draco with all that hot air."

          "Whatever Mylee I´m almost out anyway."

          "What, how."

          "Hot air Mylee, simple hot air." Draco had managed to move away the stones that were blocking the gate. He bent down and squeezed his fingers in the space between the gate and the ground. He gathered all of his strength to him and lifted with all of his might. Slowly the gate rose until it was high enough for him to slip through. 

          Draco climbed out from beneath the gate and walked over to Mylee´s cell and looked in.

          "How did you do that Draco?"

          "Experience."

          "Really, can you show me how?"

          "No, I´m leaving," Draco turned around and began walking away. Mylee jumped up and ran to the front of her cell and stuck her head through the bars. "Draco Malfoy, get your imperious arse back here and help me out," Mylee yelled in his direction. Draco kept on walking away and didn´t even bother to look back. Mylee walked to the back of the cell and slumped down against the floor in despair.

~*~*~

          After sending Mylee away to the dungeons Blake was feeling particularly happy with himself. He decided to go to and seek out his master in his chambers. So he climbed back up the stairs and walked out the door. He took a left down the hallway and continued on his way. He walked down the hall and took a right and went up the stairs heading towards one of the taller towers. After climbing for what seemed like an eternity he stopped and face flushed apparated himself the rest of the way.

          He appeared in front of what looked like a simple oak door, it was carved out of rough wood and it seemed that if you knocked on it to hard it would fall down. But it was stronger than it looked. Blake twisted the golden doorknob and walked in.

          It was like entering another realm. This room was lacking in all the elaborate furniture, jewels, and floor length mirrors that you had become accustomed to in the castle. Instead it had a simple carven bed and a roughly carved table. On the table was a simple looking wooden ball. It was covered in many designs, which looked like ancient runes. He couldn´t understand quite what it meant. He had refused to take ancient runes instead opting to take Care of Magical Creatures and Divination because those to seemed like much easier subjects, now he wished he was slightly more ambitious when it came to academics.

          He walked over to the bed and saw Alexiana lying there asleep. She looked very peaceful. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. "Finite Incantatem" he whispered. The imperious curse and the stunning spell were lifted from her yet she continued sleeping. He walked over to the table and he placed his fingers over the orb. He spoke very slowly and clearly, "the power given to me, is enough to free thee, for a period of time, my life will be thine, and you shall rise, and continue your reign." Blake felt as though all of his magic was drained out of him, the simple wooden orb began to glow with an eerie golden light, it blinded his eyes so that he couldn´t look upon it. Then very slowly an image of Salazar Slytherin rose from it, Blake looked at him and Salazar spoke. "My faithful servant, I must thank you for once again giving your life for my use, even if it is only for some time, but now you must sleep for your strength is now mine." Salazar waved his hand and a bed appeared and Blake fell into it and his eyes closed. He entered an extremely deep slumber and Salazar walked out of the room.

~*~*~

          Draco climbed the stairs and when he got to the top he grabbed a torch because he had no idea what time it was and didn´t know whether there would be light or not. He slowly opened the door and looked out. There was no one there, no sign of life in the near vicinity. All the torches were dimmed and there wasn´t a sound. It was eerily quiet. He slowly opened the door a little more and once again checking to make sure there was no one in sight he slipped through and let the door shut behind him.

          He took off at a loping run down the hall, running as fast as he could, he wanted to get out of the castle, something wasn´t right, something was happening, something of momentous proportions. He rounded a corner and collided with something, it was a goblin. It was covered in muck, bearing a gargantuan battle-axe. It had no lips or mouth for that matter, just a hole that couldn´t be closed and as result Draco could see all of its enormously large, and immensely sharp teeth that were dripping muck. This wasn´t a very comforting sight. Yet strangely the goblin didn´t give him a second glance, instead it hurried off in the opposite direction. Draco decided to follow it because he had no idea how to get out and he deemed it wise to follow something that did, even if it was a ten-foot tall evil goblin that would probably kill him if he wanted to.   

          Draco sprinted off after the goblin making as little noise as he could; he rounded a corner and saw a door, no many doors. In trying to be quite he missed which door the goblin left through. He stood there for a second pondering which door to take, he decided on taking the left one. He walked to the door and opened it. There was a staircase, he began to climb, he climbed and climbed until he thought his legs would give way, then it was over and he was at the top, he had come to another door and without a single shred of hesitation he opened it.

          The door had led to a room, it had two beds, one roughly carved table, and on the table was a roughly carved wooden ball. Draco walked into the room and the door shut behind him and Draco heard it click, "bloody hell," he cursed under his breath. He walked over to one of the beds and saw Alexiana lying there. He approached her and glared at her for trying to assassinate Mylee. He reached over and shook her violently. She shot up in bed and turned to find Draco glaring at her.

          "Your know Alexiana..."

          "Let me guess," she interrupted, "If looks could kill I´d be dead right now."

          "Nope, but good guess. What I was going to say was, do you have any idea how to get out of here."

          "What do you think I am, a map?"

          "No, a dumb blond maybe, but not a map."

          "Oh shut up."

          "You got it."

          Draco walked over to the window and busted it, shattering glass everywhere and looked down. It was a long way down, but there was a lake at the bottom.

          "Do me a favour. Go down to the dungeons, you do know how to get there right?"

          "I think so."

          "Good, go down to the dungeons and get Mylee out." With that last remark Draco took one last look out the window before jumping out. Alexiana´s mouth dropped open and she shook her head at him before grabbing her wand. "Alohamora," she mumbled. The lock on the door clicked and the door swung open allowing Alexiana to walk through. She pocketed her wand and began the long trip down the stairs.

~*~*~

          Draco plummeted through the air. It whipped his hair around his head and he saw the water steadily approaching. He struggled to keep it so that his feet would hit the water first. The impact was harsh, his feet cut through the water and a great pain shot through them. Then the rest of his body followed. He sunk farther and farther down into the depths of the lake, and then he began to struggle upwards towards the surface. His oxygen supply was being cut off and he wasn´t getting any closer. He kicked his legs harder and found that they wouldn´t move. He turned around to see the he was being pulled downwards by something. He turned back around and began to struggle when something grabbed his head and place something over his mouth. He drew in a breath in shock, forgetting where he was and found that he could breathe.

          He took in a deep breath, bringing as much air into his lungs as possible, forgetting that something was pulling him farther and farther down into the depths of the lake, forgetting that he was supposed to be escaping, forgetting about Mylee and his plans to kill Blake. All thoughts where wiped from his mind, he felt as if he was floating through a blissful nothingness, like his mind was separated from his body and he was watching everything from some place up above, then suddenly everything went black.

~*~*~

          Mylee was sitting with her back against the wall, her head in her hands, and her thin form was pulled together in a tight ball, trying to keep warm in the frigid dungeon. She began to shiver goose bumps forming on her arms and legs. She was still only wearing the thin, pink, nightgown. Farther down the hall she heard a noise of some kind, it was the sound of padded feet, or at least that´s what she thought it was. The thing rounded the corner and came into sight; it was a cat, a black cat, the cat looked at her and she saw a sort of intelligence in its eyes. Then suddenly without warning the cat began to change, first it was its head, slowly strawberry blond hair appeared, then a human head where a cat´s head should´ve been. Then slowly, terribly slowly, a human body began to materialize in front of her until it took the form of Alexiana, wearing a pair of pale blue robes that where slightly rumpled from the transformation and carrying a set of black velvet ones.

          "You," Mylee exclaimed, the hatred evident in her voice.

          "Yes it´s me, you know pink is definitely not you colour."

          "Look, are those for me or not?"

          "They are, now put them on." Alexiana handed her the robes

          "Are you sure they´re not cursed with a shrinking spell, or covered in itching powder or something of the sort?"

          "Those kind of petty tricks are below me. Now just put on the robes."

          "Why should I trust you, you tried to kill me," Mylee yelled, jumping up to stand at her full height so that she towered over Alexiana.

          "Kill you, why would I try to kill you?"

          "You mean, you don´t remember," all anger was gone from Mylee´s voice and pure curiosity was all that remained.

          "Remember what?"

          "After I went to bed you came into my room, and raised a knife over your head and were about to drive it through me when I rolled away, then we shot curses at each other and I managed to hit you with the full body bind."

          "I don´t remember any of that."

          "Well what do you remember?"

          "The last thing I remember was talking to Blake in the kitchen, and then he pulled out his wand and said something that I don´t quite remember. Then I woke up here in the castle, Draco was there, and he told me to come get you out before he jumped out the window."

          "He what?"

          "He jumped out the window."

          "Is he insane?"

          "I don´t think he´s insane, just at that moment not mentally sound."

          "That´s not funny."

          "Well, onto something that to me really matters, do you know what happened to me in the kitchen?"

          "Isn´t it quite obvious?"

          "Nope."

          "Well if you don´t have the brains to figure it out on your own...."

          "Please tell me."

          "No."

          "Fine, I shall now proceed to pout."

          "Wait, due to your low I.Q. I guess you have an excuse for your stupidity so I guess I´ll tell you. He put the imperious curse on you, so he could control your actions. Those who have a very strong mind can fight it, but I guess you don´t have that kind of mind."

          "That man is a bastard," Alexiana growled.

          "He´s desperate for power."

          "Well now he´s not just a bastard, now he´s a power hungry bastard, his reputation keeps getting worse and worse."

          "Well do you know the way out of here or not," Mylee asked her, pulling the robes over her head.

          "Of course I do."

          "Well then, let´s go."

          "O.k. then, follow me."

          "You´re not going to turn into a cat and run out on me are you?"

          "Wouldn´t have thought of it."

          "Wonderful."

~*~*~

          Draco slowly opened his eyes, someone was leaning over him, he looked up at her, and it obviously was a she and closed his eyes again. He opened his eyes and saw that she was still staring intently at him. "It´s not polite to stare." She squeaked at him and scurried away to a corner, or at least it looked like scurrying, yet scurrying was impossible for her because she had fins.

          Draco sat up and was able to get a closer look at the girl cowering in the corner. She had hair of a murky brown colour that fell down to her waist, the hair covered her breast, she wasn´t wearing a shirt, and she had fins, they were a putrid green colour, extremely scaly and slightly tattered looking.

          A merman entered the room and Draco looked up at him.

          "What are you called, man from the Land of Dry?"

          "I am Draco Orion Malfoy, and you are."

          "Called King Lathitatorun am I."

          "That´s a mouthful. Well King... whatever you said your name was, I need to go back to the, "Land of the Dry," as you so cleverly put it."

          "Allow you to return we cannot."

          "Why the hell not," Draco exclaimed, standing up suddenly only to fall back down again."

          "Tonight our annual feast is, attend you must."

          "I can´t attend your feast, I must return to the land above the surface, there are things there I must do."

          "Return you must, help you we shall, but wait till after feast you will."

~*~*~

          Alexiana led them through the dungeon and up out the stairs, "This is just like Riscowitch Manor," Mylee remarked.

          "This is the castle of the great sorceress Mylee Gryffindor."

          "Really, well my bedroom is right down that hallway," Mylee remarked.

          "What a coincidence."

          "What," Mylee asked stopping and looking at Alexiana, "what´s a coincidence?"

          "Well, that bedroom, your bedroom, was also Mylee Gryffindor´s bedroom, the bedroom in which she died of old age, and where she put the final spells on the orb of dreams."

          "O.k., now you´re freaking me out. Let´s just keep walking; I don´t want to think about the fact that I slept in the room where I was died thousands of years ago."

          "So you have come to terms with the fact that you´re Mylee Gryffindor reincarnated," Alexiana inquired as she began walking once more.

          "Nope, not at all, I´ve just realized that when everyone else believes something and you don´t it helps to just say that you do to avoid an onslaught of questions and statements on why it´s true and blah blah blahbittyblah."

          "You are insufferable."

          "I know."

          "You are a deranged kelpie."

          "Yep."

          "You are..."

          "... At the door and ready to leave."

          "What, oh, I told you I knew where we were going."

          "I never doubted you for a second. Now let´s open the door and go, shall we." Mylee began to open the door. "No, don´t open the..." Mylee had flung open the door and jumped out onto the porch. "...Door," Alexiana replied, her voice highly dejected.

          The sight that greeted them wasn´t a very happy one, more like something that would give a little child nightmares for years. It was an army of dark creatures. The army spanned the entire sloping front lawn; they seemed to be separated off into sections depending on species. There were goblins, like the one Draco ran into previously, covered in slime and armed with battle-axes. There were Peruvian Vipertoothdragons, very small, about fifteen feet, fastest in the air, with smooth copper coloured scales and, highly venomous teeth, the venom would kill you instantly. There was a mass amount of wizards who must´ve been Salazar´s followers. Yet the thing that scared Mylee the most, even more than the Basilisk´s were the Chimaera, these monsters had a lions head, the body of a goat, and the tail of a dragon. They were swinging their massive heads, shaking their manes and letting out an occasional roar that shook the ground. At the front of this army, was Salazar Slytherin, looking slightly transparent, yet solid once again.

          Mylee was staring at him, wondering how he found the energy to project himself again when a great pain shot through her head. Her hand shot to her forehead, she felt as if she had an immensely bad headache, then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed in a pile of black.

          Alexiana darted outside and grabbed her, dragging her inside. She set her down in the entrance hall and shut the door. Then muttering incoherently about anorexic girls and their lack of strength dragged her into a side room and shut the door.

~*~*~

          Blake woke up slowly and looked around the room. He was in a bed that Salazar must´ve conjured for him. He sat up and saw that the window was busted open and that the door was also opened and Alexiana wasn´t there, but the orb still was. Whoever was there didn´t know what to look for. Blake got up and began looking around for a new pair of robes; he had slept in his other ones so those looked quite dishevelled. Seeing that there were none to be found he glared at his wrinkled ones before disappearing with a pop and reappearing at the front doors. He put on his, king of the world everybody bow to me face and flung open the front doors and began stalking across the sloping front lawn heading towards the projection of Salazar Slytherin. His robed were billowing behind him and Salazar turned around to see him.

          "Ah, Blake Dugman, so nice of you to join us out here, please help me inspect the troops."

          "She´s gone Salazar," Blake shouted at him.

          "What? Excuse me for a second." Salazar stepped down from the podium and walked over to Blake who had stopped and was glaring furiously at the army that had been watching him intently since he stormed across the yard. "What is so interesting," Blake yelled to the troops. They dropped their heads and began staring at their feet/paws/claws.

          "Who´s missing Blake," Salazar inquired in a quiet voice.

          "Alexiana."

          "What, how?"

          "I don´t know."

          "And what of Mylee and that other boy are they still in the dungeons?"

          "I don´t know that either."

          "Well you better figure it out and come back to me with some cold hard facts."

          "Yes sir."  Blake disappeared with a pop to the amazement of the army. Then Salazar turned around and they snapped back into attention. Salazar climbed back onto the podium so he could be seen by all and began explaining to them their mission once again.

~*~*~

          It was a barren wasteland. There was nothing there except the occasional vulture picking at a dead carcass. There was what used to be a forest burned to the ground; all that was left were the burnt remains. Yet there was a camp, it had a few tents left. There were voices talking, she heard bits and pieces of conversation, like, "the alliance has failed." "The seeress predicted this," "the orb lives on."    

          Then suddenly out of nowhere a head appeared. It was a woman, she had auburn coloured hair that curled around her face, she had high cheekbones, and an aristocratic nose. She had hazel coloured eyes framed by long dark lashes. "Mylee take heed, this is what will happen if the orb is not destroyed. Snuffeluffagus Shmorgishbord." Then laughing manically the lady disappeared.

          Mylee woke up suddenly and looked around.

          "Oh Alexiana, you won´t believe what I just saw in this dream. There was this barren wasteland, and then this woman appeared out of nowhere and said, "Take heed, this is what will happen if the orb is not destroyed." Then she said something extremely weird, it completely offset the seriousness of the mood."

          "What did she say?"

          "Snuffeluffagus Shmorgishbord."

          "What does that mean?"

          "I have no idea; I think it´s something that she made up."

          "Do you always have dreams like this?"

          "Well recently, yes."

          "Really, what was the most recent one about?"

          "You."

          "Me?"

          "Yep, you were trying to kill me."

          "And what happened once you woke up?"

          "You tried to kill me."

          "Oh, sorry about that, no hard feelings?"

          "Well, you did try to kill me and all but, o.k. No hard feelings."

~*~*~

          Blake appeared in the dungeons and began walking through the dingy hallway, his boots crushing rat skeletons as he walked, were creating in eerie sound that reverberated through the hall. He reached Draco´s cell first. There was nobody there. He noticed something on the ground so he bent down to examine it. He was squatting, his cloak wrapped around him when he noticed the displaced stones around the gate.

          "So, the little Malfoy knows how to get out of the dungeon," he said to no one in particular. Then he walked to the next cell and saw that Mylee wasn´t there either, yet after closer examination there were no displaced stones. At a closer look he saw that there was a set of keys in the lock. He put two and two together. "So Mylee had help from our little witch. Well neither of them will get away." Then once again Blake disappeared.

          He appeared once again on the front lawn next to Salazar Slytherin.

          "Well?"

          "They´re gone, Alexiana helped Mylee, and Draco got out on his own."

          "And you know this how?"

          "I´m not stupid, the stones around Draco's gate were displaced, and there was a key in Mylee´s gate, only Alexiana knew where I hid the key."

          "Well, now you have to go find them don´t you," Salazar sneered.

          "Yes sir, that´s what I was planning on doing, I just felt it was my duty to report to you first. They can´t have gone far." Blake disappeared with a pop and reappeared in the entrance hall.

~*~*~

          After the king left Draco was ushered off to another underwater hut where he was bathed by ugly looking merpeople, then he was wrapped in a putrid coloured toga like garment, then he was given a patch that he had to place on his upper arm, this was to allow him to breathe under water. Then he was marched off to a very simple looking mud hut, though it was larger than the others. He entered the hut and an elaborate sight greeted him. There was one long wooden table that stretched the length of the great hall. At each crystal place setting was an elaborate golden goblet, there were high-backed, ebony chairs that had decorative designs carved into them.

          The king entered the room, followed by what Draco would later find out where his most trusted advisors.

          "Good evening Draco, happy am I to see you."

          "As am I your highness."

          "Well, enough with the pleasantries. Draco, my most trusted advisors these are, invite you to feast we must. Demand it the rules of hospitality do."

          "Attention all guests," an announcers voice boomed throughout the hall. "Dinner is ready, please take your seats."

          All the guests, except Draco who walked, swam over to the seats and sat down. Once he sat Draco was able to get a closer look at the varying guests, there was an abundance of merpeople, an occasional kelpie and there was even a kraken, whose long body required for him to coil so he could fit.

          Then a school of fish came out laden down with trays of food, the food didn´t smell very good, but at the moment he was willing to eat about anything. A fish set a plate in front of him; Draco looked down at it and almost threw up. In the plate was a fish, a raw fish, covered in a murky brown sauce. And the smell, it smelled like rotten, dead, fish.

          Everyone began to eat his or her fill, except Draco who looked at his food in disgust. He pushed his food away in revulsion and looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then he slid out of his chair and under the table. He began crawling under the table passing fins and the coiled body of the Kraken. He reached the doors that he came through and snuck out into the street. He turned around to look back at the feast and saw that everyone there was quite drunk. Draco began to swim back to the surface, passing seaweed, and fish, breathing easily because of the patch on his upper arm. He broke the surface of the water and swam slowly and quietly to the bank. He crawled out of the lake, his clothes were sopping and he was dripping water. He looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then he ran of towards the woods.

~*~*~

          Mylee and Alexiana were talking animatedly about what the dream had meant, and what the crazy lady said, when they heard bam in the entrance hall. Alexiana ran to the window in the door and looked out and saw Blake looking around the entrance hall. Then he turned towards they´re door. Thinking quickly Alexiana spun around, blue robes fluttering.

          "Mylee, we need to hide," Alexiana exclaimed, the panic evident in her voice.

          "Come on, behind here," Mylee told her. Mylee scampered behind a tapestry.

          "He´ll see us," Alexiana told her, "We´ll be the big bump in the wall."

          "Will you shut up, I´m trying to find something," Mylee yelled at her, feeling around on the wall. Then Mylee found it, a little bump in the perfectly smooth stone. Mylee pushed in the bump and the wall disappeared, and Mylee pulled Alexiana through. Then she hit a button on the other side of the wall and the wall slid shut, plunging them into utter darkness.

(On the other side of the wall)

          "Now, are they in here or not?" Blake was walking around the room, looking under all the tables, armchairs, and couches. He then began to look behind all the tapestries.

          "Are you sure he doesn´t know about this place?"

          "I´m not sure of anything, but we´ve got a better chance of him not finding us in here than out there."

          "That´s still not very reassuring."

          "Well it wasn´t meant to be."

          "Are you ever reassuring?"

          "No."

          Blake got to their tapestry and Mylee shushed Alexiana who was about to say something. Then Blake threw back the tapestry, and saw nothing. He felt around the wall, he thought he should be looking for something, but he didn´t know what. Then he turned around and walked out the door and continued on his search.

          Mylee let out a breath she didn´t know she had been holding and pushed the button on the wall, the wall slid open and she and Alexiana stumbled out onto the floor. They got up and dusted themselves off and walked to the door. Mylee looked through the window and seeing that the coast was clear slowly opened the door and slipped out, Alexiana right behind her.

          It was becoming dark, and the two girls didn´t want to stay in the castle any longer, so they slipped out the front doors making sure no one was there. Mylee jumped the two steps leading towards the path and began to quickly walk off in the direction of the woods. Mylee spun around, realizing that Alexiana was not behind her.

          "Come on, do you really want to stay here," Mylee asked her.

          "There´s something in that bush."

          "What?"

          "There´s something in that bush," Alexiana repeated, pointing at a rose bush. Mylee walked over to Alexiana and looked at the bush, and she saw it too. There was a pair of eyes looking at them intently. Mylee leaned closer to the bush to get a better look when suddenly the eyes disappeared. "Well I guess it was nothing," Mylee told Alexiana, when suddenly a dwarf jumped up from behind the bush and knocked Mylee into Alexiana. Then the dwarf took one look at them and scampered into the cavernous hall screaming, "Master, master, the prisoners have escaped, there outside the entrance hall."

          Mylee and Alexiana looked at each other then screamed, "RUN!" The two of them scrambled up and sprinted across the lawn, heading towards the forest. Halfway across the lawn Mylee heard a sound, Bang, Bang, Bang Mylee twisted around, black robes flailing about her, so that she could see what was going on behind her. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat. It was an army of dwarves, which seemed to go on forever. They were led by non other than Blake. Mylee turned back around and stumbled falling to the ground. Alexiana turned around and grabbed Mylee´s hand helping her up telling her, "This is not the time to fall, come on." Once Mylee was up they sprinted off again, in the direction of the wood. They reached the tree line and ran a few feet into the forest. Then they climbed up a large pine tree. They climbed up until they thought they were a safe distance away from their enemies yet they could still see them.

          From their vantage point they could see all that was taking place. Mylee was peeling the sap from her fingers and Alexiana was watching Blake, trying to anticipate what he was going to do next.

          Blake held up his hand and the army of dwarves stopped as one. Alexiana could tell that they were well trained. Blake paused for a second, as if he was pondering what to do. Then he raised his hand palm up. The army of dwarves surged forward. Each selected a tree and began to climb. The dwarves scampered up the tree. Climbing to the top all at once. Then they climbed back down and ran to the next tree in front of them. Then Blake raised his hand once again. And a second wave of dwarves ran to climb the trees vacated by the previous wave. It went on like this for a few minutes. Mylee and Alexiana became frantic. The dwarves were coming closer and they didn´t know where to go. Suddenly an idea struck Mylee.

          "Alexiana, I have an idea."

          "Not another one of you crackpot idea´s. That´s what got us stuck here again."

          "Ah, Alexiana, you have so little faith in me. I am hurt. Not so much here," Mylee replied, bringing her hand to her head. "But here," she said, bringing her hand to her heart.

          "Oh cut it, just tell me the plan."

          "O.k. If this is the same forest as the one on the lands of Riscowitch manor, which I suspect it is, then just a little farther in is a cave, we can hide there."

          "And how do you suppose we get to there."

          "I was just about to get to that part before I was so rudely interrupted. We need to jump from tree to tree, by using the branches. We need to hurry also, they´re getting closer."

          "Are you suicidal, jumping from tree to tree?"

          "At times yes I am, but unless you have another plan I suggest you follow me."

          "Why am I doing this?" Alexiana got up off of her perch on the branch and followed Mylee. They leapt from branch to branch, keeping just in front of the dwarves. The denseness of the trees kept them hidden from the dwarves prying eyes.

          "Down there," Mylee pointed to a muddy riverbed.

          "O.k."

          Alexiana and Mylee climbed down the tree and into the riverbed. They walked across the river and crawled into the cave. They walked into the back and sat down against the back wall in the shadows, blending in perfectly.

~*~*~

          Draco reached the cover of the forest and slowed his sprint to a leisurely walk. He kept walking until he tripped and in a very un-Draco like manor, tumbled down the riverbed to land face forward in the mud. He heard a rumbling in the distance. The sound got closer and closer. He sensed danger was near. He pulled himself out of the mud and tried to wipe off his face on his muddy sleeve but he only managed to smear the mud across his face even more. He looked up and thought he saw a cave in the distance. He decided to go and take shelter from the oncoming danger there. He began his trek to the cave through the muddy riverbank, his boots making squelching noises as he walked. He reached the cave and crawled inside and sat down against the right wall, which seemed to be the driest of them all, though he couldn´t really tell because he didn´t have his wand to make some light because he had left it on his dresser at Alexiana´s house.

          Draco sat there for about ten minutes, and then he began to doze off up against the wall. He didn´t hear or see Mylee and Alexiana walk in. Nor did they see him. He woke up because he thought he heard voices. He slowly turned around so that he saw the back wall. He looked into bright red eyes gleaming in the darkness.

          "Mylee," he rendered.

          "Draco, what are you doing here, the last I heard about you, you had jumped out a window? I thought you were dead."

          "Nope, I´m not dead yet, and neither are you I see. Alexiana managed to get you out. Did you loose her on the way here, because it would be all for the better."

          "No Draco, she didn´t loose me. I´m right here."

          "Bollocks, I thought that I was free of you."

          "And I was praying you had killed yourself."

          "Children stop this childish bickering," chided Mylee. "Now Draco, why don´t you tell us what happened to you since you jumped out the window. Then we´ll tell you what happened to us. And with no interruptions," Mylee said, looking pointedly at Alexiana.

          So Draco launched into his tale, of being dragged into the depths of the water, and then being healed by merpeople, who he told them where "Bloody ugly." He told of being forced to attend a banquet that served horrible food and of his escape and arrival at the cave.

          Mylee and Alexiana where about to begin their tale, when a figure stood at the entrance way to the cave, blocking out what little light there was. Mylee looked up at the entrance way and what she saw shocked her. It was the woman from her dream. She had waist length brown hair, which cascaded down her back in elegant waves and ringlets. She had bright hazel eyes, with flecks of green. Around her neck was an abnormally large, teardrop shaped amber stone on a black ribbon. She wore a black bodice; it was laced up the back and had no sleeves. The bodice itself pushed up her breasts so high that Mylee thought if she bent over they would fall out. She wore a bright orange skirt. It was attached to her bodice. The skirt dipped down below her belly button, exposing her stomach. The skirt flowed out around her and rested against the floor. It had bright orange sheer layers that were swept away to reveal a crinkled orange velvet under skirt.

          "Mylee, Draco, Alexiana, I have been expecting you. I am the seeress Tarillyn Romita Undomeil Alejandra Jocelyn Larisara."

          "You´re the crazy lady from my dream!"

          "Yes, I am."

          "Well?"

          "Well what?"

          "What did the dream mean?"

          "All things shall become known in due time."

          "You don´t know do you?"

          "Of course I do."

          "Then why won´t you tell me?"

          "Rule number one in the seeress rule book: a seeress must always be mysterious and highly annoying, to the extent that her sanity is questioned."

          "So you´re not going to tell me?"

          "Exactly, now come, we must go to my village, it´s safe there, and Salazar will send Blake back after you with his full army once he finds out that the dwarves have failed to find you. Once he does that, we cannot get to my village safely for only the people in my village can hide you. Come, we must leave now." Tarillyn turned around and walked out into the riverbed. Draco stood up without hesitation and followed her; Alexiana went too after a glance at Mylee. Mylee sat there for five minutes, then Tarillyn turned around and looked back inside the cave, "Mylee are you coming, or are you just going to sit there and let Salazar take you?" Mylee stood up and went to join Draco and Alexiana without a second glance in Tarillyn´s direction.

          "Draco what are you wearing."

          "Merpeople ceremonial robes," Draco replied looking at the putrid green robes.

          "Are you sure they aren´t from the trash?"

          "No, just merpeople ceremonial robes sound a hell of a lot better than, robes from a dump that I just happened to stumble across. Now come on, we´re leaving." 

          Tarillyn took up the lead and began walking through the riverbed. They trudged on as the sun sank down below the horizon behind them. Dusk came and everything was thrown into shadow. "I bet you she´s lost," Mylee whispered to Alexiana.

          "I heard that Mylee. I am not lost; my village is just around this corner and down the bend, into the cliffs."

          "Your village is built into the cliffs," Draco asked.

          "Not exactly, more like we´ve carved the cliffs into the village, so I guess you could say they used to be cliffs."

          "O.k. then."

          "Hey, how come you answered his question and not mine?"

          "Because he didn´t ask me about the future, or to explain one of my predictions."

          "O.k. then, do you have any siblings?"

          "I´m not going to tell you."

          "Why not?"

          "Because I honestly just don´t like you."

          "The feelings mutual."

          They rounded the bend and what they saw struck them into silence. They were on the outskirts of the village. Tarillyn was right, all of the houses where carved out of the cliffs, they where carefully chiselled, the houses were in the shape of towers. Tarillyn led them through the outskirts into the main city, where they saw an extremely abnormal sight. Two little children covered in blue paint ran up to them. They looked just like Alexiana, except they were blue. They introduced themselves as Ping and Pinget.

          "Lady Tarillyn, the festival for the colour blue will begin in an hour, you must get ready, your guests must get ready," Ping and Pinget chorused bouncing on the balls of their feet.

          "I must leave you three here, Ping and Pinget will get you ready, I must go prepare." Tarillyn turned around and headed towards a giant cluster of towers that resembled a castle. Then Ping and Pinget dragged the three of them away and into another tower.

          Once, Draco, Mylee and Alexiana entered the tower they were each swept away in different directions. Draco was taken to the left right past the stairs, and Mylee and Alexiana where led upstairs. Once they got to the top of the stairs Alexiana was led to the left and Mylee to the right.

          Mylee walked through a hallway and since the little child in blue wouldn´t say anything she busied herself with looking at the décor. The walls were tan adobe, and the windows didn´t reach the floor, they went halfway down the wall and had no panes, Mylee decided not to look out them, because if you did you felt like you were walking on air, which was not a pleasant feeling. They were on the landing, looking over the entrance hallway that they had just come through. The rail, so that you didn´t fall to your death was of an ornately carved wrought iron, with wrought iron spindles. They finally made it to the door at the other end of the landing, the blue child opened it and walked through, and Mylee followed her. They had entered a room, simply decorated, off to the left through a door was the washroom; it contained a bath with carved feet, and a sink. In the main room there was a vanity and a screen up against the back wall so you could change in privacy. The blue child took Mylee´s hand and led her to the washroom. The blue child hit a knob on the side of the tub and it instantly filled with water. Then the blue child left and Mylee took off her clothes and laid them on the rack, before lowering herself into the tub and began to wash.

          Once she was done she got out of the tub and hit the knob, making all the water disappear. She grabbed a blue fluffy towel and wrapped it around herself then she stepped out of the bathroom into the main room. The blue child was waiting for her there. A pale blue robe was lying on the bed and the blue child held a brush in one hand and a comb in the other, he reminded Mylee of one of those blue things on an old muggle cartoon called "the Smurfs." The blue child commanded Mylee to don the pale blue robe. She took one look at it and glared at the blue child in disgust.

          "I am not, I repeat not, putting that thing on," Mylee spat.

          "That thing," the blue child repeated, "as you so wonderfully called it is the only attire accepted at the festival of the blue people."    

          "Well, if that is the case, I refuse to attend this festival," Mylee replied, stamping her foot.

          "You are seeress tarillyn´s guest of honour, you shall attend the festival, wear the blue dress, and act elated."

          "I will not," Mylee exclaimed, she sat on the bed and fixated the blue child with a glare.

          "You will put on the robe willingly, or I will put it on for you."

          "Fine, but I will get you for this. I have friends in high places. Let me change that, I am the friend in high places."    

          "Get back there and put on the robe." Mylee got off the bed and grabbed the robe, and shooting a glare in the blue child´s direction walked behind the screen. She threw the towel over the screen and onto the floor and stepped into the blue robe, pulling it over her shoulders. After much grumbling and mumbling under her breath she emerged from behind the screen, looking positively murderous. She walked directly past the full length mirror, refusing to look at her reflection and gracefully sat at the vanity and waited for the blue child to style her hair.

          At the time Mylee had her ebony hair in a French twist at the back of her head.  A strand had worked its way loose from the pins and had fallen in front of her face. The blue child removed all the pins until her hair cascaded down her back. Then the child pulled out a hair brush and began to brush her hair. She parted it on the side and left it loose. She applied some blue paint to her eyes and a blush to her cheeks to bring colour to her pale looking skin. Then she held up a mirror for Mylee, and Mylee couldn´t help but look at her reflection out of curiosity.

          What she saw shocked her, she honestly didn´t look bad at all. The blue robes, with the help of the blush brought out the colour in her skin. Her hair was shining and cascading down her back. There was one word to describe how she looked, and that was innocent. All though she wasn´t, that was how she looked. Like an angel, but she acted like a fallen one.

          "Well, how do you like it?"

          "I´m amazed, I look, well... I don´t know, but I like it."

          "Good, now come on, out the door with ye, or else you´ll be late."      

          "I´m going, I´m going." Mylee walked swiftly out the door and retraced her steps until she arrived at the bottom of the stairs. She saw Alexiana was already there. She was dressed in pale blue robes, identical to Mylee´s. her wavy blond hair was cascading down her back, in much the same style as Mylee´s.

          "I´m thoroughly shocked Mylee."

          "Why?"

          "I didn´t think they´d be able to get you out of black, even though you look like death on a Triscut in it."

          "Well that´s an interesting way to put it," a voice drawled from the doorway.

          "Draco," the two girls shouted.

          "Yes it´s me. And don´t you two look lovely. And Mylee, Alexiana is right, black is not your colour, it makes you look way to pale. Blue doesn´t. It actually makes you look human instead of Vampire like."

          "I like looking like a vampire Draco Orion Malfoy."

          "How do you know his middle name," Alexiana asked.

          "I´ve known him since we were two. He was always hitting on me."

          "I was not," Draco replied indignantly, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

          "Remember my birthday 2 months ago."

          "That was two months ago, you can´t expect me to remember that far back."

          "I would love to see how this little argument between you two turns out, but the festival begins in five minutes," said a musical voice from behind Alexiana.

          Draco and Mylee spun around to see who it was and cam face to face with Tarillyn. Draco´s mouth dropped open at what she was wearing, or lack there of. Tarillyn was covered from head to toe in thick blue paint. She had a large Lapis Lazuli stone on a black ribbon around her neck. She had a band of cloth around her chest and was wearing a loincloth.

          "Tarillyn, did you get out of the bathtub, get half dressed, then fall into a bin of blue paint," questioned Alexiana.

          "No I did not. This is the official attire for the seeress at the festival of the blue people."

          "I have a feeling a man made that rule up," Mylee whispered to Alexiana who began to laugh.  

          "Might I ask what the two of you find so amusing?"

          "Nothing Tari, nothing," answered Alexiana.

          "My name is not Tari, it is Tarillyn. Only my close friends call me Tari, and you and Mylee are but thorns in my side."

          "Might I ask Lady Tarillyn, am I but "a thorn in you side" as you so eloquently put it."

          "Draco Malfoy, neither are you a thorn in my side, nor are you a friend. But if you continue in the direction you are heading you might become one of my treasured friends."

          "Thank you Tarillyn," Draco replied, grinning rakishly at Tarillyn whilst Alexiana scowled at her from behind her back. Mylee noticed this and made a mental note on the list inside her head to ask Alexiana about it later.

          "Come, come," Tarillyn said, snapping Mylee back into reality. "The festival begins now; you all must make your entrance."

          "What about you," Draco asked.

          "That shall be a surprise."

          "O.k. then."

          Mylee, Draco, and Alexiana followed Tarillyn to the town square. Where they were bombarded with an onslaught of blue. Tarillyn left them to fend for themselves. Suddenly a man dressed in a blue tutu and covered in blue paint jumped in front of them. He began juggling blue balls and hopping on one foot, reciting a poem while Mylee, Draco, and Alexiana looked on in shock.

                                                "Blue is a color

                                                A wonderful colour

                                               Colour, colour, colour

                                                Is the colour blue"

          "What is wrong with these people," asked Alexiana

          "I have no idea," retorted Mylee.

          The three continued on their way to the banquet table. They reached the table and sat down at their name tags, which not shockingly, where blue. Then a parade of people came out, all singing the same song that the jester was singing. The danced around the table making quite a racket

          Mylee and Alexiana looked on in awe, while Draco seemed completely disinterested. Then suddenly everything became quiet. Then everything around them began to glow blue. Suddenly music began to play. They heard the faint sound of a tambourine. It got closer and closer. The people began to chant,

          "We are the blue people, blue people, blue people."

          They began getting louder and louder. Suddenly Tarillyn jumped out of the table banging a tambourine and singing and dancing around on the table.

          "I am the queen of the blue people. Hip hip hip, everyday. Everyone who listens to my song, sings along, tra la la lala la." And the other people began tom join in.  

          Draco leaned over to Mylee and Alexiana and told them, "I think I´ve figured out what´s wrong with this town."

          "And what´s that," asked Alexiana.

          "This town is one whole outpatient mental institution." This drew laughs out of the three of them, and then they turned around to watch the spectacle that was unfolding in front of them.

          Tarillyn jumped off the table and took her seat at the head. Tarillyn waved her hand and everyone else took their respective seats. Tarillyn nodded her head and the plates filled with food. Everyone began to dig in. Draco piled his plate with food, Alexiana daintily shovelled food into her mouth and Mylee began to stuff her face with no regard to what was ladylike. Mylee felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see Tarillyn. To add to her previous ensemble she was now wearing a golden crown with an intricate design of inlaid stones.

          "So, do you like the food," questioned Tarillyn.

          "Very much," Mylee replied. Yet her answer was slightly muffled because her mouth was full of shepherds pie.

          "Are you really a queen," asked Alexiana.

          "Yes, more or less."

          "How can you be more or less a queen," asked Draco.

          "I´m waiting for my mother to kick the bucket, she´s 200 years old and is on oxygen. I´m acting as queen."

          "I´m guessing you don´t like your mother very much," Mylee asked.

          "She´s a torture, she was born with a tick up her arse and no one ever removed it."

          "I´m beginning to like you more and more your highness.""

          "Thank you Draco."

          Then Tarillyn bid them each farewell and returned to her seat. Draco engaged Alexiana in conversation,and Mylee began conversing with a young man with champagne coloured curly hair. His name was Adair, and he was Tarillyn´s cousin, his formal title was, Adair, duke of Daigon.

          "...Duke of Daigon?"

          "Yes."

          "You mean Daigon Alley?"

          "No just Daigon."

          "That´s odd."

          "Why?"

          "Well, this may sound strange but, I´ll tell you anyway. I travelled back in time.

          "Ok then."

          "You don´t think that´s odd?"

          "Not really."

          "Why not?"

           "Well, it´s kind of common."

          "WHAT! You mean people here just travel into the future with no regulations or anything."

          "No, of course not, unless you´re part of the royal family you can only travel back in time, and it´s only for research purposes."

          "Ok, yet still that´s nothing like it is in the future, it probably got out of hand."

          "Well back on topic. What is it that struck you so about my last name."

          "Well, it´s just that in the future there is a place called Daigon Alley where wizards and witches can go shopping."

          "Really, well what is it near."

          "It´s in London."

          "London?"

          "Yes."

          "Well this is London, or at least medieval London. And this little town is called Daigon."

          "So, you´re telling me that I´m standing in what´s going to be Daigon Alley?"

          "I guess so."

          "This is so strange. Is there an Ollivanders here."

          "Yes, it is down the road and to the left, why?"

          "You sure do ask a lot of questions Adair."

          "Well how else am I supposed to learn things?"

          "I don´t know? Well it was a pleasure talking to you your grace."

          "You also Mylee."

          "Mylee rose from the table and went to go find Draco and Alexiana, who during her conversation with adai had seemed to disappear. Mylee walked around the town square and came to an alleyway. She walked down it and saw two figures. At a closer look she saw that it was Draco and Alexiana.

          Draco had Alexiana up against the wall and the two of them where snogging like there was no tomorrow. Alexiana´s robe was half off and Draco´s robe was no where to be seen, and his shirt was unbuttoned.

          Mylee cleared her throat as Draco stuck his hand up Alexiana's robe. The "couple" turned around and looked to see who had intruded on their "intimate moment." Mylee glared at the two. Draco smirked at her, and Alexiana began to blush furiously.

            "Do I need to get a chaperone to ward off you two´s hevanistic impulses?"

Alexiana shook her head and when Draco looked at him and he bowed elegantly.

          "Draco Orion Malfoy, I´m serious! So am I, I see a person who deserves bowing to."

          "And who is that?"

          "You."

          "Why me?"

          "Because you´re acting like your king and that you can control Alexiana's and mines actions."

           "Draco, you just need to shut up and but your robe back on, your chest isn´t that impressive. Then Mylee spun around on her heal and walked back towards the street, she reached the main street again and turned her head around.

          "Meet me at the end of the street at Ollivanders. If your not there in ten minutes I´ll send in Tarillyn´s royal guards to get you."

          Then Mylee entered the street, turned the corner, and was gone. Draco and Alexiana looked at her in confusions, looked at each other, and at the same time gasped "Ollivanders" in confusion and scrambled to get their clothes together. They ran out of the alleyway and to Ollivanders, which was at the end of the street like Mylee had said. Mylee was standing there tapping her foot and looking into space, her expression twisted into a frown and her eyes glazed over in thought.

          Draco and Alexiana approached her and she looked at them, her expression remained that of a thoughtful frown yet her eyes refocused and she walked inside the store and they followed behind her. Inside the store she looked the same as Mylee remembered it, dusty, dimly lit, and cluttered. Mr. Ollivander suddenly appeared behind the desk.

          "Good evening," he said, in a raspy, greasy voice that sent shivers up your spine.

          "We need wands," Mylee spat.

          "Obviously," his voice, even though it was laced with sarcasm, was not kind, nor evil, nor reassuring, just there and eerie, like he could see into your soul, which seemed to be a trait most Ollivanders had. "Well let me help you," his greasy voice continued, "step forward, oh outspoken one."

          Mylee stepped forward to face him. He pulled down a box and took out the wand, and with his slimy fingers handed it to her.

          "Ebony wood, 12 ¾ inches, dragon heartstring," Mylee gave it a wave and was surrounded in a red aura.

          "Wonderful," he exclaimed, though without enthusiasm.

          Alexiana was next, her wand was oak, 10 inches, unicorn hair, Draco´s was red wood, 11 ½ inches, phoenix feather.

~*~*~

          When they left Ollivanders they headed back towards the square where the festival was being held.

          The sun had just set behind them when they reached the square. Everything was lit with a postdusk light. Random pieces of trash wafted across the square, blown by an invisible wind. The pieces came to rest at the front of the porches and storefronts that lined the square. Some also where blown to the base of an ornate fountain, whose water was lit with a blue glow.

          Mylee noticed a figure slumped against the base of the fountain. It was moaning and looked badly hurt. Mylee pulled out her wand. "Lumos," she muttered, and a burst of light erupted from the tip of the wand. She bent down to look at the figure. She couldn´t see his face, so she pulled back the wavy hair and screamed at what she saw. Alexiana and Draco where at her side immediately, "What´s wrong," Draco asked her. Mylee was speechless so she just pointed.

          "Who is it," Alexiana questioned.

          "It´s... It´s...," Mylee stuttered. Draco bent forward to take a look.

          "It´s Blake," he said.

          Alexiana screamed and Mylee collapsed into a heap!