Dark Fire

The name Isis is pronounced (eye-sis) for anyone who is not familiar with the Egyptian Goddess.



Thanks for the reviews! I really LOVED The Scorpions Kiss so I am going to try and do the sequel justice, hopefully I will.



Chapter 2- The Lakehouse



A decade has passed…..



“You’ll be in Hufflepuff Isis.” Scorpius smirked at his little sister who narrowed her eyes towards her older brother.



“I will not, I bet I get put in Gryffindor you slimy snake.” Isis said as she sat on the window sill nervously tapping her fingers on the glass.



“You’re not brave, you’re boring. Hufflepuff, I’m sure of it.” Scorpius continued to antagonize his little sister.



“You definitely won’t be in Slytherin. Only the cool people get put in Slytherin, like me.” Scorpius said as he ran his fingers through his blond hair. He was the spitting image of his father at his age and sometimes when Hermione looked at Scorpius she saw the snotty little kid who used to torment her back in school so many years ago. Of course Scorpius was a wonderful son and Hermine loved both her children with all of her heart but she knew Scorpius was a bit of a trouble maker. It was hard not to notice seeing as she had been in the Headmaster’s office three times the previous year for pranks Scorpius had pulled on two Gryffindor students, both males who Scorpius referred to as stupid gits who had it coming. Draco turned a bit of a blind eye to his antics unless it was something serious and then he would sit down and lecture him, explaining the finer points of getting even fairly. Hermione didn’t always agree with his parenting but he was a good man inside and she loved him dearly and he treated her like his queen even still. Isis was turning eleven this year and would be starting Hogwarts in the fall.



“I might get put in Slytherin, you don’t know Scorpius so shut up!” Isis had a tendency to make magical things happen when she became fed up with Scorpius’s constant pestering of her, and this time was no different. A large rain cloud suddenly appeared over Scorpius’s head and began to pour. Hermione walked into the room just in time to see it.



“Isis think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts now! You will ruin another rug.” This was a routine Hermione had started with Isis when her magic got away from her. Hermione secretly longed for Isis’s letter from Hogwarts because her daughter desperately needed to learn how to wield and control her magic. Last week the rain clouds had started appearing, this in contrast to the fire from the week before that. Hermione was happy that she seemed to be getting better. It was really scary to see Scorpius’s pant leg catch on fire just as he had finished a monologue about why no guy would ever date Isis when she started at Hogwarts. Hermione would usually get after Scorpius and send him to his room and then sit down with Isis and teach her to get control of her magic.



Just then, the Malfoy’s owl flew up to the window and Isis reached out for the letter, seeing her name gracing the front of the envelope. She opened her letter and there it was her invitation to start at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the fall.



“See I told you, you would get it. All that worrying for nothing.” Hermione hugged her daughter.



“I suppose a trip to Diagon Alley is at hand. Come on dear, get your shoes on and see if your brother wants to come along, he could use some new robes and quills.” Hermione began scribbling a quick note to Draco, letting him know they would be out for a while and would be back later, when Draco suddenly appeared in the kitchen of their house. They had moved out of Hogwart’s when Isis was born and had found a darling two story cottage next to a lake that Hermione had fallen in love with the first time she had seen the silvery blue light the lake cast off when the sun shone down it. She loved this house and it was home for Draco and herself and their two kids.



“Oh Merlin you scared me Draco!” Hermione said with a surprised look on her face that melted into a smile as her husband stood in front of her in his quidditch uniform for the Chudley Canon’s. Draco had tried to retire the year earlier feeling he was getting on(he was only in his early thirties) for a quidditch player and wanting to focus on coaching only now but they had asked him to stay on for one more year to train the second string seeker. The Canon’s had won the World Cup the previous year and the year before that so a ‘three peat’ as everyone called it was the talk of the town, and Draco was their star so they wouldn’t let him retire to teach fulltime.



“I love seeing that face you make when I do that, it’s priceless.” Draco said with his hair slightly in his eyes and a sexy smile on his face. Hermione’s heart still felt the pangs of lust when she looked at her handsome husband.



“Oh come here you..” Hermione planted a kiss on Draco, who took her in his arms roughly and grabbed her arse in his hands giving it a squeeze.



“For Merlin’s sake, get a room already Dad.” Scorpius had entered the room and cast them a look of harmless disgust at seeing his parents kiss.



“Why do you think you can say that to me Scorpius? When have I ever given you the idea that it’s okay to talk to me or your Mom in that manner. And where do you hear this stuff anyways!?” Draco said to Scorpius in a less then serious manner.



“Please, Dad, I’m going into my fourth year, I’m practically an adult.” Scorpius said tossing his blond locks to the side, revealing his exquisite silvery grey eyes. He really looked so much like Draco and Hermione seriously worried about girls in Scorpius’s future.



“You’re fourteen Scorpius, that’s hardly old enough to be considered an adult. You still have three more years before you are of age and until then you follow mine and your mother’s rules, like it or not.” Draco said still holding Hermione in his lean muscular arms that were ever so slightly perspiring. If he held her much longer Hermione would need a room so she spun out of his grip, smiling at him.



“We need to run to Diagon Alley Isis got her letter today!” Hermione announced.



“My little princess got her letter from Hogwarts? Congratulations Isis, so you are hoping for Gryffindor I take it?” Draco beamed at his daughter. She was in every way Daddy’s little princess and he showered her with love just as he did Hermione. He spoiled Scorpius too, most recently buying him a state of the art broom that professional Quiddtch player’s used and which Hermione thought was far too advanced and fast for Scorpius, but Isis was his little glass china doll who he treated like a fragile object of affection which she was anything but. Isis was a scrappy kid who was quick witted and clever. Her best friend was Harry and Ginny’s daughter who was only three months younger then herself. Lily Potter was a bright girl as well and the two of them frequently planned out well coordinated attacks on the unsuspecting Scorpius. Hermione had seen Lily blush in Scorpius’s presence more then a few times and she suspected and actually hoped that in the future the two of them would become an item. Ginny and Harry had remained close with Hermione. Ron had never married but worked and traveled quite a bit on Ministry business and always had fascinating stories of his adventures. She missed Ron, but they kept in touch via owl and the occasional lunch with Harry and Ginny. Draco usually made an excuse to get out of these get together’s but even he had managed to find some common ground with Harry over the years but Ron was a different story. The two of them had never really warmed up to each other and after this long, Hermione felt it was beyond trying.



“Yeah, well or Slytherin.” Draco face lit up when Isis said this. Isis knew how to play her father like a fiddle. She had been commenting for over a month on how she wanted to be in Gryffindor like her mother and how she was sure Lily Potter would also be in Gryffindor, but she knew her father, the forever Slytherin Prince, and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.



“Alright then, well I will see you all when you get back then. Do you need some money Hermione?” Draco held a hefty bag of gold galleons in his hand and Hermione took them sweetly giving him a peck on the lips and with a pop they were gone.



Draco showered and changed and sat down with a glass of elf-made wine and The Daily Prophet, when something burned his arm. He pulled up his sleeve and to his shock the dark mark on his arm,Voldemort’s mark, was turning black and oozing blood. He ran to the bathroom and looked at it again and it was fine, completely back to normal. Draco had tried unsuccessfully for years to get the dark mark off his forearm. It was a time in his life that he wanted to forget, that he needed to forget in order to move on with his life with his lovely family, but no spell or curse would take the mark off him so he had tried to just forget about it. Hermione just pretended it was a like a muggle tattoo. She told Draco about muggle tatoo’s and even took him into muggle London to show him a tattoo parlor one time, in an attempt to make him feel better about carrying the dark mark on his arm. Draco had not understood the relevance and found muggles to be very odd. He could not understand why they would want to mark their body in such a way; after all he had been branded by force by his father the Death Eater back in his Hogwart’s days. Why had Draco’s mark hurt him so many years later and oozed blood? Why did it look fine now? Had he imagined it? Had the elf-made wine gone to his head quicker then normal? He decided to go to bed and think about it later.



Come to me



The time is at hand



You must obey me



Come into the darkness and meet your new master



Draco woke up thirty minutes later in a pool of his own cold sweat and reached for his wand.



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