The Dark Castle

The Dark Castle
Author note: going to be betaing in future.

Ps, I think I've got a lovely turn of events for you if you stay tune.

”I believe you’ve only just ruined a perfectly fine dinner my friend,” said Blaze calmly to Spike.

“My Lord?” Spike asked questioningly.

“Where is the attack?” he said instead of answering all the questioning looks he received from everyone in the hall.

“It’s in the ministry of magic, tomorrow 10 o’clock.”

“So he thinks he is strong enough to pull it off?” he asked and began to eat a strawberry slowly, still ignoring the astonished faces around him.

“Yes My Lord,” said Spike nervously. “If you don’t mind me asking it, why are you taking this so calmly? It’s almost like you don’t mind, My Lord,” he said and took a quick step back as if he were expecting Blaze to hit him.

Blaze slammed his goblet with red wine down forcefully on the table, making everybody jump by the sudden noise.

“I don’t,” he said darkly but yet calmly.

“Blaze?” It was Damien who dared to open his mouth first.

“Shut up Damien!” he said sharply.

Damien bowed his head.

“Why are they attacking?” he asked.

“I’m not certain My Lord but I think there is something that he wants.”

“Obviously,” Blaze said and glared at Spike for telling such things.

“I think it’s a prophecy he want’s.”

Finally Blaze was interested.

“Hm, you don’t say… I wonder… Damien, look up if the prophecy about me was ever copied!” he said.

“Yes Blaze,” said Damien and exited the hall.

“What were you assigned to do during this attack?”

“Guard one of the entries my Lord,” Spike told him.

“Good. Do it. Make sure to not be caught if the ministry puts up a fight. Do not warn anyone about the attack and don’t let either side catch you doing something that is a great damage for your spying.”

“Yes My Lord. I’m sure you have your reasons,” said Spike; fishing for an explanation.

“I do,” was all he said with a scary little smile that chilled most people in the hall.

He went back to his dine r after dismissing Spike. The hall broke out in a quiet shatter. His ‘people’ were impressed by his little show.

Blaze sat down in his study and began to write three letters.

Mr Weasley,

I have important information about you-know-who. I am familiar with ‘the old crowd’. Please meet me in the corner of Diagon and Knockturn alley 10 o’clock.

From,

BDC

He wrote two identical letters to Tonks and Kingsley but changed the location so all three of them were different in that aspect. He only hoped that they would be there. If not he had at least tried to save them from the attack.

He made sure that the three of them would get the letters so late that there wouldn’t be any time to discuss it with others.

In that way they wouldn’t find out that all three of them had got one letter because that would be suspicious and not even the order was so stupid that they would go.

He was startled to hear a knock on his door.

“What?” he yelled. He was frustrated of being interrupted in his musings and he had one of his cranky moods right now and he just wanted to be alone.

“It’s Damien. I’ve got news Master.” His ‘people’ always saw it safest to refer to him as Lord when he was angry or irritated or simply cranky.

“Come in!”

Damien came. It looked like he’d rather be elsewhere in the world right now.

“Speak,” he commanded.

“You were right. There is a copy of the prophecy made by Trellawny.”

“Oh fuck it all to hell!” he swore tiredly. “Good job Damien. Go get some rest. Something tells me that we’ll have a hell of a day tomorrow.”

“Anything I can do for you Blaze?” Damien asked him softly.

“No,” he sighed.

Damien nodded and began to make his leave.

“Wait! You can send Xavilier to me!” he said with a new burst of energy.

“Certainly,” Damien said and did a small bow before he left the doorway.

Blaze didn’t have to wait long before Xaviler showed up.

“You called Master?”

“Yeah. I want you to go to the Ministry and steal the copy of the prophecy immediately.”

Xavilier looked aghast and stared at him but he found himself quickly.

“Uh, yes of course. I’ll do my very best My Lord!” he said and bowed just like Damien had done a few minutes earlier.

Blaze nodded to him. When the door closed he leaned back in his big leather armchair and smiled smugly. Man would Voldemort be mad. He whistled happily as he went downstairs for a little night snack.

“Xavilier, how did it go?” he asked when the vampire showed up early next morning.

“I’ve got it My Lord. I changed my appearance and hypnotised the guards and the department. On my way out I was seen but it doesn’t matter since I oblivated the person in question. All in all it was the easiest mission I’ve ever been on,” he said honestly.

Blaze laughed. He was in a good mood now.

“You’re absolutely right. If I could get in as a normal teenage kid then you should too as a powerful vampire but wasn’t this wonderful? I bet Voldemort’s gonna piss himself in anger!”

Blaze clapped his hands and breakfast arrived in the room they were in.

“What shall I do with the prophecy?”

“Destroy it. It won’t do any harm that way and we wouldn’t have to guard it. However, you must listen to itonce and memorise it. Donot write it down. Understood?”

“Yes My Lord. Straight away?”

“Of course. After that you’re free to do whatever you like.”

Yes My Lord, thank you.”

After Xavilier left Angel arrived. She sat down in his lap.

“I heard my brother was successful,” she said in his ear.

“Indeed he was,” he said and kissed her.

“My, oh my. What’s this?” she asked and pattened his slowly growing erection.

“Something that needs attention,” he murmured in her ear and she smiled.

“My pleasure.”

“Ah, but I believe it will be our boths,” he said huskily.

Damien had teased him all morning. He was getting irritated but Damien didn’t care. Blaze found Damien very childish. He couldn’t help that Angel had left a big spank and suck mark on his ass and that Spike had walked in on him in the shower and told everyone.

“Child!” he said to Damien when he elf began to laugh again.

At least Xavilier had the decency to look a little sorry for him.

“Remind me to make sure Angel is tender with my ass the next time,” he murmured to Xavilier.

The vampire nodded.

“Where is Ambrow today?”

“Away doing something wolfy I bet,” Liornell cut in before Xavilier had a chance to answer.

“Meaning?” Blaze asked.

“He’s planning a party in the muggle world,” Xavilier said before Liornell. Xavilier sank down deeper in the sofa in the huge common room on the fifth floor. The elf glared at Xavilier and left.

“What crawled up his butt? He’s more grumpy than Lestat with a bad flue,” he said as he watched him go.

“He’s been denied sex two days in a row now.”

“Why?” Blaze asked and laid down his head on Xavilier’s chest. They were both lying in the sofa.

“He’s been in another dimension without permission.”

“Why haven’t I been told?” he asked.

“It was a minor thing and therefore the light punishment. UI bet Damien or Lestat took care of it not to bother you.”

“Oh, ok.”

Blaze sighed. He had a several things on his mind but all he wanted to do was to party. Ambrow had party going on in muggle London tonight and he’d go. But now it was May and he was back at Hogwarts again. Voldemort had indeed been furious when he hadn’t found the prophecy. A several people had died but no one that Blaze knew. Tonks, Kingsley and Arthur Weasley had all taken the bait and stayed away from the Ministry during the attack. But since than Voldemort had been lying low and done nothing. It had him worried even if Spike told him that Voldemort was just sulking around and he also had troubles with the order. The order tried to figure out who BDC were. He thought that maybe Snape had an idea but he didn't think he'd tell anyone of his suspicions. But he sometimes caught Snape watching him thoughtfully during dinners. Snape knew of course that he was being called Blaze. But he was also pretty sure that Snape would come to him first and ask him if he had sent the letters before he even considered taking it up with the order.

The school wasn’t completely finished yet. The worst damage had been done to the dungeons so all the Slytherins were temporarily transported to the third floor until the dungeons were ready. The Slytherins didn’t seem to happy about it and Blaze had caught a several Slytherins throw longing glances at the stair leading down to the dungeons when they went down to the Great Hall for meals. Blaze personally thought that the Slytherins lived rather well on the third floor. Draco had shown him his room. But most of the Slytherins complained about the sunlight in the mornings and a several windows had been spelled black. He had even caught Draco using a cooler charm to keep the heat away. But he had to admit that he was rather amused by the Slytherin’s antics.

Snape was as usual checking up on him during the night. They always had a little chat. Since Snape memories of the night when Harry died had been removed he still thought that Blaze was a slayer. But tonight Snape wouldn’t meet him unless…

“Draco!” he said and walked up to the blond who stood unmoving in the middle of the second floor flight.

“Huh?” Draco asked, for once completely obvious.

Blaze gave him a charming little smile and Draco took a step backwards which would have resulted in him falling on his ass unless Blaze hadn’t caught him.

There were no people around them since it was only a couple of minutes left to curfew.

“You’re doing it again!” Draco complained. Blaze was officially confused.

“Doing what?” he asked with his confusion showing.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“You have me that smile! I know you want something but whatever it is, Iwon't do it, you hear?” Draco said in a very upset voice; his lips only a few inches apart from touching Blaze’s.

“I’ll let you ride my broom,” he replied. At first he didn’t understand why Draco gasped and went red as a tomato and looked horrified while taking a full step back. But then it clicked and he…

“Stop laughing you dolt! It’s not funny!” said a very irate Draco.

“Oh but you thought… ha ha...” Blaze leaned forward and clutched his stomach. He hadn’t laughed like that for ages.

Draco looked extremely put out and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Shut up! Someone will hear you,” the blond spat.

Blaze managed to compose himself to that degree that he only chuckled once in a while.

“I meant that you could borrow my firebolt you moron! Not my private parts, I don’t lean it out,” he said finally.

Draco made no comment but his glare lessened a bit. Suddenly Blaze turned sober.

“Look. I’m up to something very important tonight,” he said and secretly didn’t think it was important at all but he didn’t say that. “And I need your help.”

“Obviously. And I know that I can’t refuse…” Draco murmured.

“One o’clock tonight I want you to walk from the edge of the forbidden forest and straight up to the Gryffindor tower. On your way there Snape will stop you and you’ll have a small chat. He’ll call you Blaze and you’ll be asked about ‘how many you took out’. Do only answer ‘a few’. Moreover, you will be looking like me,” Blaze said and fished up a vial from his pocket.

“This is pollyjuice. Be sure to drink it mixed with this;” he said and handed over a bag with a few straws of his hair.

“It will last one hour. After your talk with Snape you go up to Gryffindor tower. The password is lightening. Inside you pull on this,” he said and opened his cloak and brought out his folded invincibility cloak.

“You will remain underneath it during your transformation back to yourself. After that’s through you will sneak back to your own room. If you see Snape again be sure to stay at least four meters away from the man or he’ll catch you. Don’t make to much noise with your footsteps and breath quietly. Got that?”

Draco nodded dumbfounded by Blaze’s plan.

“Alright. Repeat what you’ll do in summary.”

“Go to edge of forest, drink potion, walk towards Gryffindor, chat with Snape, continue up to Gryffindor, wait for transmation, use the cloak, go to my room,” Draco said in a monitor voice.

“Good,” said Blaze delighted. “Any questions?”

“What’s ‘a few’?”

“I can’t tell you yet,” Blaze said and he knew that Snape wouldn’t use the word vampire. They never did anymore because they didn’t have to. They understood each other anyway.

Blaze waited for another question to come and he wasn’t disappointed.

“Won’t there be people in the common room? They’ll see me?”

Blaze shook his head and sat down on the stone step. Draco mirrored his move.

“Gryffindors,” he began. “Isn’t night creatures like Slytherins. Gryffindors goes to bed pretty early unless it’s weekend or a reason to celebrate something. There won’t be any people down there.”

Draco seemed relived.

“What do I do if they’ll notice you’re gone during the night?” he asked.

“No worries my friend, it won’t happen. My hangings are drawn and trust me; my dorm mates have learnt to keep away from my bed when they are,” he said smugly and Draco got a look upon his face that said ‘I don’t wanna know’.

Blaze grinned carelessly. Draco rolled his eyes once more.

“What are you going to do tonight?” the blond asked in a bored voice but Blaze could tell he was curious and dying to know. He saw no reason for not telling Draco.

“I’m going to a party set up by a special person.”

Draco’s eyes bulged.

“All this for a party?” he shouted.

“Hush!” Blaze said and looked around hurriedly. “It’s a special party. It’s very important for me to be there.” Yes, it was an important party in that aspect that he would get to know his people…

“Alright. I’ll do it,” Draco said sourly.

Blaze leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Draco blushed.

“I knew you would! I couldn’t do it without you. Now shoo!” he said and waved Draco away. He grinned like a satisfied cat at Draco’s back.

Watch out London, here I come! He thought.