Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 6

Disclaimer: Not mine. JK Rowling\'s. Except those I made up out of the clear blue sky.


She was out of blood. It was a serious problem. She had so little leeway. The attacks had to be carefully timed and scheduled to follow her plan.

Action had to be taken, immediately. Cautious, but necessary action, at once. She had hoped the boy would return on his own. He had not. Now it was a problem. When things were going so well, too.

The third attack had been perfect. She had struck with the precision of an accomplished hunter, one with years of experience. Taking out her prey with breathtaking ease. As great as the ease the real leopard king might use. The thrill still rang through her bones when she closed her eyes and envisioned it. And none the wiser. The boy had died, as she meant him to. No way to trace any thing back to her door.

The first attack had been the only one where she\'d had any problems at all. But no one saw her then, either, and no one came after her. The Potter boy was gone, she\'d looked for him, so there was nothing to concern her any longer. He was gone. He had not answered her call when she\'d tried to call him. She felt no connection. He had disappeared. Perhaps he had died later. In any event he was no longer a threat.

But now it was all going to be put at risk. Unless she could acquire more blood. The first time it had been so easy. He had come to her, foolish boy. Asking for her help. Asking for answers to his questions, and she\'d seen her chance, taken it. She\'d told him what she needed to give her those answers. He never realized she\'d needed none of it to answer him. The supplies were for her. To fulfill her plans.

And he\'d actually sworn *her* to secrecy, foolish trusting child. She\'d solemnly agreed not to tell anyone. Her word of honor. It was obviously meant to be. Not laughing in his face, that had been harder. Not dancing her triumph.

But now she was out of the blood she had to have. And now she needed to think on how to get more. Standing she walked over to her window. The sun was bright. The green field of the sports stadium was lush, vibrant. The grounds were lovely, she admitted that. But this place was a prison for a woman like her.

She hated it here. All those loud and obnoxious children. None of them showing any respect. Making fun of her behind her back. She had been relegated to this. Driven to this place by one small mistake. Discredited. It was patently unfair. She had worked for centuries to establish her reputation. Then at the height of her success...well any one can make a mistake. They\'d asked her to leave as head of her department. And this was where she had ended up. That pip-squeak Dumbledore acting as if he was doing her a favor letting her teach his precious children. Pah. Idiots all.

She bit her lip focusing hard, muttering the seeing-spell under her breath. She saw him at once. Out there on his broom, whizzing around with the other members of his Quidditch team. Lithe, slender and beautiful. So graceful. His hair shining in the sun, like a moonstone. The green of his uniform a deeper but flatter color than the bright grass.

She remembered when young men like him had flocked to her for different reasons. When he had first approached she thought, foolishly, that he was coming to her for....that. She knew she didn\'t look her age. Her body was still firm and young looking. But this was better. She didn\'t need sex. It never lasted. This was lasting. This was what she needed to prove how strong she still was. They\'d all see how wrong they\'d been to say she was a has been, that she was slipping, getting too old.

Turning from the window, she summoned one of the house elves. Jelli appeared almost at once. She handed the elf the folded bit of paper with the boy\'s name on the outside penned in her flowing script.

\"Deliver this at once,\" she said, to the tiny pink creature. And turned back to her crystals and charts. The portents remained promising. She would prevail.

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