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Chapter 9


Harry walked slowly down the stairs into the common room. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was a little after one pm.

“Guys.” Everyone turned to look at him. “There is someone you need to meet.” Hermoine’s eyes widened and several of the guys looked sucker punched. Harry knew they could see Viper’s form behind him. He stepped off the last stair and went to sit on one of the chairs by the fire. Viper followed winding her way behind him and sat down on the rug directly in front of the fire.

“Salutations to you all.” Viper’s smile held only a tint of sarcasm. “You can address me as Viper. Any questions?” She asked as if she was talking to a classroom.

Viper could barely hold her amusement as the students clamored to be the first question heard.

“You, in the back.” She said pointing to Seamus.

“Are you a Deatheater?” Viper looked confused. She pondered the question for a moment before coming up with one of her own.

“What is a Deatheater?” She glanced over at Harry for the answer.

“A Deatheater is an evil wizard or witch who follows Voldemort. They usually have a skull with a snake circling it emblazoned on their left forearm.” Several of the students shuddered as he said Voldemort.

“I am no Deatheater.” Viper responded gravely running her hand over the bracer on her left arm, the hate in which Harry answered her question matched the hate she felt in his nightmare.

“Actually I have a slight score to settle with this…what did you call him? Ah yes, Voldemort.” Several of the students shivered at the tone of her voice as well as her causal use of the horrid name.

“Why didn’t you burn when you burst into flame in the bathroom?” Harry’s question had many eyes leave Viper and look at him strangely.

“I am half fire elemental. Fire cannot harm me and I have complete control over any kind of flame.” To prove her point she reached over to the fire in the hearth and let it play over the palm of her hand.

“How?” Harry spoke in before anyone else had a chance to.

“It is part of me. Just like my arms or legs. I would assume I have my grandfather to thank for that. Even if he had been hoping for a grandson.” The last part of her comment was heard only by those closest to her.

“What kinds of magic can you do?” Viper’s head tilted up and she looked straight at Hermoine with one of her eyebrows higher than the other.

“It is obvious since you come from another place you do not practice the same kind of magic.” Hermoine stated in a matter of fact manner.

“I practice many kinds of magic. If you must know I am most adept at the art of Necromancy.” Hermoine’s eyes practically bulged out of her sockets.

“You raise the dead!?” The students backed away quickly.

“I am capable of raising just the corpse, but I am also very capable of actually reanimating a person.” Viper’s eyes held a hint of pain.

“How is that different from raising zombies?” Ron asked with alarm holding his wand just out of eyesight.

“I return the soul to the body. The ones I raise are not mindless. They go on remembering what happened when they died and after.”

“Could you raise someone even if their corpse was…rotted?” Harry’s question tentatively crossed the room. Viper’s eyes locked with his.

“It would be considerably harder without a complete body or if the body had set into severe decomposition, but yes, I could.”

“What if the corpse is completely gone?”

“I would need to find other’s that would match what the person looked like before death and alter the cadaver or cadavers if I have to use more than one until it matched exactly.”

“Good to know.” Harry mumbled hoping against hope that his intentions had gone unnoticed by his friends.

“Yes indeed, that is very good to know.” Viper stood and spun towards the door in one quick smooth motion. Dumbledore stood in the portrait hole. “Harry, I would like a word with you and your …friend. The rest of you can get to the library. It is past time to begin on your weekend homework.”

Viper backed away from Dumbledore closer to the window.

“You can not go that way my dear. It is a very long drop.”

“It is not all that far down.” She watched as Dumbledore calmly put an arm around Harry’s shoulders.

“Come now let us not waste more time.” Viper cautiously followed the pair as the rest of the students chattered their way to their dorms.

They had just reached the staircase for Dumbledore’s office when Snape ran up to them.

“Headmaster.” Snape started trying to get some dignity into his voice as he straightened his billowing robes. “Draco Malfoy has gone missing!” Dumbledore actually seemed shocked for a second.

“Everyone into my office now.” Snape noticed Viper and looked her over critically. She stuck her tongue out at him and lifted her eyebrows provocatively just before she sauntered after Harry swaying her hips in an ‘oh so female’ manner. When they arrived in they found Professor McGonagall obviously waiting to continue a conversation with Dumbledore.

“Minerva if you can hold your questions for the moment I believe Severus has some explaining to do.”

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Draco could feel the chains around his wrists and ankles. He could feel the rough material of cotton sheets underneath him and the velvet blindfold wrapped around his eyes. He could sense that he was either underground or in a place with no windows to let in fresh air. His head shot up in the direction of the door as he heard it open.

“Who is there? Release me immediately!”

“All in good time Master Malfoy.” A slow bass drawl slithered to his hears. “When we have gotten what we want out of you, you can count on being released.”

“Of course if nothing is forthcoming we might just dispose of you. But really is there a better release than death?” The light tenor teased his ears from a few feet away. The sound of the second voice caused Draco’s skin to crawl. He had heard the voice somewhere before he just couldn’t place it.

“Do not be alarmed. We are not in league with this Voldemort of yours.” The bass reassured him.

“Or perhaps the fact that we are not being in league with him might be the cause of your alarm since, after extensive research, we have found your family to follow him like obedient little slaves.” The tenor sounded with all the mocking tone possible jammed into that statement.

“You shut your mouth right now! I will not listen to this slander on my family’s name!” Draco struggled with his bonds, but only succeeded in making his wrists bleed.

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“There was no note no sign, except for a slightly sulfuric smell to the air. It seemed that Draco had started to take a shower and was then abducted before he had a chance to turn the water off.” Snape looked down at his lap looking like a defeated child. They were all sitting in chairs in front of Dumbledore’s desk excluding Viper who knelt down by the fireplace.

“I felt no power, no nudge of warning.” “I am sure there was nothing you could have done Severus.” Dumbledore’s voice was soothing, but all present could see that it had no effect on Snape. Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing it seemed like once again as soon as he started to like someone or something it was taken away from him.


“Wait…sulfur?” Viper’s eyes looked blank for a second as if her eyes were actually scanning a library inside her head instead of seeing the outside world. “What does this sulfur smell like?”

Dumbledore made a movement with his hand and a tiny vial of mustard yellow powder appeared on his desk. Viper moved forward and uncorked the vial. She cautiously held it up to her face and took a slight sniff.

“This smells almost… almost like Guranra.”

“I have never heard of such a substance.” Snape snapped irritated with the foreigner.

“That is because it does not exist in your world.” Viper carefully replaced the vial on Dumbledore’s desk and turned towards the fire crackling in the room’s hearth and pulled a tiny bag from one of her many pockets and withdrew a small purple stone.

“Guranra.” She stated and dropped the pebble into the fire. Immediately the fire started burning blue and spread across the whole wall. “Do not worry. It will not damage anything. It is what my people use to travel safely through the great bonfires during festival time.” The others warily eyed the fire as they sat back down.

“I know who took this… Draco.” Viper’s eyes watched the fire shrink back down and turn back into its original red orange color. “He is being used as bait to draw me out.” Viper paused for a second. “It would be good if we informed his parents. I would need them to pinpoint where he is.” Dumbledore looked at Viper strangely.

“Then I will find him using other methods.” Viper cut Dumbledore off before he could speak again.

“It is my fault that they took him in the first place; therefore, I shall be the one to return him to where he belongs. I would like one question answered before I go. Why would you not want his parents to know?”

“I am afraid the Malfoys would use this as a weakness in me and try to get me dismissed from my headmastership to and by doing that destroy the school. They are on the side of Voldemort.” Viper noticed the slight shiver in all but Dumbledore and Harry.

“What is this Voldemort? Everyone seems to walk around eggshells for him.”

“You might want to sit down comfortably. This is a long tale.” Viper settled in with her back leaning against the arm of Snape’s chair. He looked vaguely uneasy but his pride would not allow him to say so.

“It began like this…” Dumbledore’s voice rose and fell with additions from both Harry and Snape through the afternoon and into the night. Minerva McGonagall sat in her chair listening to the now familiar story of Harry Potter.

Chapter 10


“Lucius Malfoy is on his way.” Dumbledore looked up from the stack of papers he was reading at the sound of Snape’s voice. “It seems that someone from my house sent him a letter saying his son was gone.”

“Well, Severus we all knew we would have to deal with him sooner or later.”

“Headmaster… he has a Dementor with him.”

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Harry was zooming around the air on his broom. Viper had convinced him to get outside and show her why every boy in his dorm had a broom.

“See Viper!” He yelled in excitement. “Flying is fun!”

“I know that Harry.” She watched him amused by his antics. “But I still do not see why you would require a broom.” Harry swerved in midair and came floating down to Viper’s seat on top of Hagrid’s hut.

“How would you fly without one?” Harry looked at her quizzically.

“Like this.” Viper stood up and stretched her arms out. She crouched into the hut before springing into the air; the momentum of her passage had Harry’s hair whipping around his face. When she hit the peak of her jump huge leathery black wings sprung from her back. With a snapping sound they opened like twin parachutes and she shot upward. Harry shot after her in his broom barely being able to keep up.

“That was so awesome!” Viper turned around spinning gracefully until she hit the ground with a light thump. She knelt with one knee balancing her precarious position. The wings melted into her back until there was no sign that they ever existed.

“Harry Potter! Out playing while someone from your school has been kidnapped? How very un-hero like of you.” Harry and Viper both spun to face the direction the voice was coming from. Harry knew the man on sight.

Then he froze when he noticed the shape behind him. ‘Oh please let that Dementor be a trick.’ He knew it was not a trick though he felt it suck in all the happiness from before. Viper on the other hand was staring at the Dementor as if she would like to play with it.

“What is your pet’s name?” She called out to Lucius. Lucius looked at her with scorn.

“He is not my pet you idiot. He is a Dementor and he is going to help me take away that useless headmaster.” Lucius talked as if he were speaking to a five year old. Harry made a move to run up and hit him, but Viper caught him with an arm pulling him close.

“Let me deal with this.” She whispered into his ear. Harry nodded imperceptibly and she felt him relax. She walked up closer to Lucius until they were only about a foot apart.

“You must be Lucius Malfoy.” He inclined his head to show that she was right. “In that case…” Viper grabbed him by the shoulders, forced him to follow her into a kneeling position, held him down and latched herself onto his neck tearing into the delicate skin there. Harry stood dumbstruck. Viper stood back up wiping the blood from her mouth.

“Thanks I needed that.”

“Vampire!” Lucius gasped his neck trickling blood from two pinpricks.

“Hardly, Vampires are known for not liking the sun besides even if I was a vampire I could find people who tasted much better than you.” Lucius lost consciousness at that point. The Dementor started towards Viper taking its hood off as it went. Viper looked it up and down.

“Wow, you are ugly when you are angry.” The Dementor made a hissing sound from between its horrible lips.

“Oh no sugar not on the first date.” Viper jumped up and landed a spin kick right on the Dementor’s lips knocking it down for a second.

“Kebab!” Out from the forbidden forest a 6 foot tall obviously male skeleton lumbered out towards them. It held a huge broadsword and had scraps of clothing on it as if someone had tried to make it seem human.

Its eyes glowed an eerie green. Harry stumbled backwards when the skeleton came close to him but he was ignored completely as he tromped by en route to the Dementor.

“Kill it.” Viper said calmly before reaching down and slinging Lucius Malfoy over her shoulder. “Then go back to the forest.” She looked over at Harry.

“Come on darling, I have a present for Dumbledore.” When she noticed that Harry had not been following she turned around with a questioning expression.

“What is that thing?” He stared in awe at the bony figure.

“Think Harry. What self respecting Necromancer would run around without a pet nearby? That would just be asking for trouble.” Numbly Harry stood up and followed her all the while hearing the thin screams of the Dementor as the skeleton methodically cut it to pieces.

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“Candy Apples!” Usually saying the comical passwords for Dumbledore’s office brought a smile to his face, unfortunately this was not one of those times. Viper followed Harry into Dumbledore’s inner sanctum and dropped Lucius unceremoniously into one of the chairs.

“You have an interesting way of dealing with Dementors Viper. Do you have them in your world?” Dumbledore turned from his view at the window and folded his hands over his stomach.

“No, but we do have specters. Which are kind of like those things that you have.” She nodded out the window. Lucius moaned and all eyes looked to him.

“We had better get him to the medical wing.” Dumbledore lead the way with Viper telling him what she had done.

“Now that I have blood from a family member in me I can trace Draco.”

“Let’s just hope this works.” Dumbledore sighed. “Or this might spell disaster.”

“D…I…S…” Viper stopped when Harry smacked her on the shoulder. “What did I do?”

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Draco awoke once again to complete darkness. ‘I wonder what woke me up this time.’ He heard it again, cloth rustling against stone.

“Who is there?” Draco called into the darkness.

“Ah our princely guest is awake.” Draco cringed as he heard the tenor voice. “It is time for you to tell us where Viper is.”

“I don’t know any Viper, so you can just let me go.” Draco got the courage to sneer.

“Oh, good. You are trying to protect her. That will make this much more fun.”

“Too bad I am always such a killjoy.” A familiar female voice stunned the whole room. ‘That is the one who kept talking to me in my mind!’ Draco lost the content of the information as the voices started talking in a language that he never had the chance to learn.

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Viper followed the blood link between her and Draco. Over plains, cities and oceans she flew. She was too high for anyone on the ground to see her and too fast for planes to realize what they saw. She felt him getting closer as she landed on a little wooded island with a mountain on the northeast corner of it.

She checked her weapons one last time before plunging into the forest to the forbidding mountain. It didn’t take her long to find the entrance since the person who chose it had been planning on her finding it. Down a dark tunnel that sloped ever downwards she began to hear voices.

She turned to the left wall and ran her hand over some rocks trying to find the switch. The door slid open and showed her a rather lurid view. The room was draped in red cotton, a large bed stood in the middle of the farthest wall. It was the only furniture in the room. On the bed lay a boy naked and chained to the wall behind the bed. In front of the bed stood a figure, one she knew well.

“Oh, good. You are trying to protect her. That will make this much more fun.” She saw the effect of Uasi’s voice on the boy she knew she had to intervene.

“Too bad I am always such a killjoy.” Uasi spun around and glared at the one he once loved with his yellow green eyes.

“You always ruin my fun!” He switched to Dark Elvish to make sure his bait could not understand him. Viper stuck out her tongue at him.

“That is what I am good for.” Uasi launched himself at Viper who dodged at the last second pulling out a wicked looking dagger.

“Oh you want to play like that?” Uasi taunted drawing his sword. “There was a time when you would play with your hands instead.” He lunged towards the bed. He never made it even halfway. Uasi staggered back as Viper’s dagger lodged itself into his heart.

Black blood flowed freely over his tunic and onto the floor. He looked up at Viper in disbelief, her face was unreadable. He could feel the darkness in her.

“I never wanted to kill you Uasi. You should have known me better than to try and kill an innocent when I have this curse on me.” There was more sorrow than he expected in her voice. He knew he had to get back to her and find out why the High Deagron would send him after her, his own best friend, and then he knew no more.

A/N: Don’t worry this story is no where near done! Unless you want it to be…in that case I can always stop here.