Faerie Folly and Wizard Wands

Chapter Eleven

He stared at them directly with a fire high in his sapphire eyes, and said:

"Saquoya-Sirius-it is my fear that Voldemort is growing strong and more powerful. I have said little to anyone as of yet, but I feel this in my bones."

Sirius sucked in air at this, but the news was too distant to me.

"My father-how can I aid you?"

He looked to me. "Do not offer yourself to until you know of your peril, my daughter. Though of course, your blood holds even more power than mine!" He chuckled, then quickly grew sober. "Perhaps, yes, indeed, Saquoya, you may aid us in riding our world of Lord Voldemort, though I hate to bring my kin closer to the evil."

Sirius released his breath, stood, and paced. "Another war, Albus? I cannot fathom...and what of Harry?" he swung to stare at her father.

"What of him? He must be kept safe!"

Suddenly her father stood, his hand raised, looking intently at the door.

"Sirius! Someone is coming!" he spoke sharp and commanding. Instantly, Sirius bent and became the familiar form of her puppy.

Bare seconds later, a swift abrupt knock came at the oaken door, and another wizard came to her new and wondrous world.

"Ah...Severus. How are you?" Her father sat, smiling.

She did not see why he smiled. She was a bit set back at the appearance of this one.

He was tall, just as Sirius was, and lean. However, though Sirius had longish hair, this wizard's black locks hung long in disarray to his shoulders, and wore, unlike Sirius, black robes-all black, and a swirling long cape. He wore a gruff, almost harsh expression, and had pale skin; black eyes, and a surprisingly deep, melodious voice.

"Albus-I-." He stopped, staring at her, then at her pup, who stood at her side.

Sirius began to growl, low, deep in his throat. She shot him a questioning glance, then met the gaze of this new, almost angry wizard.

Dumbledore smiled and spoke. "So, Severus, would you like to meet our newest ally?"

He frowned. "Ally?"

"You needn't play false-my-Professor Dumbledore has told me of his fears!" she said stiffly.

"You're American!" he exclaimed, stepping away from her.

"Yes, indeed, and I haven't got a disease." She stepped up to him, chin lifted in defiance. She found him an irritating and intriguing wizard, hard of principles and very strict, but felt no evil.

Her father laughed. "Come now, Saquoya and Severus. No need to be upset. You're on the same side. Now, Severus, what do you need?"

The wizard took a breath, then gave her a dark look. She spread her legs and crossed her arms, not leaving.

"I need to speak...privately...with you, Albus." He glared at her puppy and her.

"Saquoya may stay. She has my utmost confidence."

The man, Severus, as my father called him, growled. "She doesn't have mine. This is a delicate matter."

"Saquoya would not find it so...she is unlearned in any of the wizarding world."

"She is?" He sent her a curious sidelong glance.

"Indeed. My dear Sabine...how long have you known our world existed?"

"But hours." She smiled.

Severus, however, was cunning. "Wait, then! First you call her by one name, then another!"

"Sabine is what all have called me, though my true name is Saquoya."

In a sudden swing of incomprehension, he flung his arm toward her father and her-an ugly scar on the underside of his flesh betrayed his anger. A mark, light red, of a skull and snake was revealed.

"It's getting darker!" he spat.

"How can a scar get darker?" she scoffed. This was not indeed her old world, where a simple herbal cure would have made any scar impossible to notice. This wizard irked her, though he bore no ill will of great importance. "Is this all you came to say?"

"Voldemort's Mark!" Severus hissed. "And who are you to speak so high?"

Sudden anger overwhelmed her, and for the first time, she felt power surge into her; she pointed at his wand, which sat in his robes, and it few to her.

"I am Saquoya!" she said, and lifted a foot into the air, then made his wand float in midair in front of her nose and bend. It was mere wood, filled with magic, but she held fairy blood, and magic, she was discovering, was only part of earth, and the faerie world is of earth.

"Saquoya, please do not be rash," her father said sensibly, and she came down, handing a shocked Severus his wand.

"Severus, this is my daughter, born of my faerie wife, Luelinea; her blood is powered; it rivals far from even mine."

"Your daughter?"

He gaped at her. "Then you are good, for nothing evil could come from Albus. How is it you know nothing?"

"A long story. I shall tell it to you...Saquoya, if you and yours wish to return home?" He handed her a tiny bag of the Floo Powder.

She cast one last glance at Severus, then hugged her father, and left.