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Summary: A little girl with the sight is hidden where no one would ever think to find her- with a watcher and his slayer

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Harry Potter > Multiple Pairings > DramaKarieFR152741,23801726,63115 Sep 059 Jul 06No

Chapter 27

Yes, I'm still going on this story. -grin- Please review and let me know if I'm doing it right =)

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"Alone at last," Sera giggled, rubbing her face into the white fur of her kitten. She and Blueberry were up on the astronomy tower, and alone for the first time in weeks. She'd needed a break- even from Draco. She loved the blonde to pieces, but she needed some space. Even if it was for about an hour while everyone tried to figure out where she was.

She knew she shouldn't have gone off by herself, but it'd been two weeks of being constantly surrounded by people. She wasn't even allowed to be alone with Draco- unless it was in her room or his. Everywhere they went, they had one of the Scoobies or a teacher, or even Harry or Hermione tagging along. Sera'd been fine with it- the more the merrier- but tonight, the walls seemed to be closing in on her.

She was being careful, her wand was safely tucked into the front pocket of her sweatshirt where she could easily get to it. Besides, this was Hogwarts. Who the hell would dare take her here?

Sera had no doubts that she was going to be kidnapped eventually. It was just one of those things that she just knew. And Draco was going to be with her when it happened. She wished with all her heart that she could stop it- that she could protect him from all the unpleasantness that would follow. But she couldn't. They could do everything in their power to try and prevent it from happening, but it wouldn't do any good.

The dark haired teenager leaned back against one of the gargoyles on the roof, looking down over the darkened grounds. Blueberry meowed pitifuly and Sera smiled. She hadn't had a lot of time to spend with the tiny kitten, just enough to cuddle up and sleep with her at night. It was no wonder that the furball was a little miffed at her.

"It's okay, fluff-ball," she murmured, kissing her ears. "I'll try not to leave you alone so-" Sera froze, hearing the door to the roof clang shut. Tense, she moved quickly, running to hide in the shadows closer to the building.

"No need to hide," a sneering, female voice cut through the darkness, but the familiarity of it didn't make Sera relax any. "I already know you're there. In fact, you're the reason I came all the way up here."

"What do you want, Pansy?" Sera asked tiredly, stepping out of her hiding spot. She cradled Blueberry in one hand and her other in the pouch-like pocket in the front of her sweatshirt, curled around the handle of her wand.

"What? I can't seek you out for a friendly chat?" The other girl looked paler than normal in the dim moonlight, her red lips a little too bright as she smirked.

"You don't do friendly, remember?" Sera was slowly moving so that she could see the door behind the other Slytherin.

Pansy chuckled, the sound rather bitter. "You're right. I don't. But I wanted to talk to you anyway. Let's get to the point, shall we?" Despite her bold words, she seemed almost hesitant as she shifted from foot to foot. "I need your help."

"What?" The other girl had been a thorn in Sera's side since the day it became obvious that Draco wasn't exactly in the 'muggle-hater's club' anymore. It wasn't really an obvious, all out war. Pansy was too much of a coward to openly go after the daughter of her head of house. Not to mention that the girl knew Draco too well to think that she could get by with messing with Sera. It was little things that kinda built up until Sera was about to hex her herself.

"Look, I know that we don't get along. And I don't think we ever really will," Pansy stopped and ran her fingers through her hair in an uncharacteristic move. "But I-... My parents are planning for me to take the mark next week."

Sera stilled, a little bit of sympathy added with a little respect rising in her for the other girl. "So, what do you want from me?"

"You're going to make me actually say it, aren't you?"

Sera's grin was quick, and a little smug. "Of course."

"I want protection. I know things that even Snape doesn't know," Pansy sighed, looking up at the sky for a second, then back at Sera. "I- there's someone here at Hogwarts. A spy of sorts. None of us know who it is, except that he's the new favorite to the Dark Lord. If I don't show up to the ceremony, I'm as good as dead if I don't get help."

Sera was silent for a minute before nodding. "Let's go talk to the others. If you're telling the truth, then we'll find a way to help you."

Pansy let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, then smiled as Sera had her go through the door first. Smart girl to be wary, even though Pansy was telling the truth. She knew what happened to the women who took the Dark Mark. Either you were the top of the heap- truly evil like Bellatrix Lestrange or married to a top Death Eater like Narcissa Malfoy. Or you were nothing but party favors for when the action was slow and they needed something to add some 'spice' to the revels. Up until this last year, she'd been hoping that she'd become the wife to the younger Malfoy and be spared from the last.

To be brutally honest, her family wasn't exactly at the top of the food chain. Yes, they had money. And yes, they were as pure of blood as any other ancient wizarding family. But they lacked a certain... bloodlust the Dark Lord insisted on. Pansy sighed as she walked beside the girl that had stolen her place beside Draco. It burned to have to ask for help from the dirty little bitch. But what choice did she have?


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The End?

You have reached the end of "Darkness" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 9 Jul 06.

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