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Harry Potter and a Dangerous Liaison
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A/N: Nyahaha! I said I'd update eventually and here I am, doing just that. Thank you so so so so much to all of you for your reviews! I'll try to make this update worth the wait. I also promise faithfully that this is the LAST part of The Third Circle. I wil get this fic back on schedule. I will, I will.
This time I have a feeling I may have played around a bit with the canon characters' subjects. If I have I apologise but the books are, at present, buried under huge mounds of other books in my room and getting them out to check might be death. Please excuse me.
So, with no more ado, on with the mayhem...
The Third Circle (part 3)
Sebastian watched the boy carefully as they left the lesson, staying a few feet behind him. He'd like to know a little more about him before going to Kathryn. Besides, he wouldn't see her until tonight with her extra lesson periods.
The boy, flanked by a small admiring group, was heading towards the Slytherins' dungeon. Well, that was hardly surprising. Sebastian didn't for a moment expect an oh-so-noble Gryffindor to be toying around with anything like Tjins, let alone succeeding. He caught a name, in amongst the fawning and simpering. Draco... wait, not... Draco Malfoy... yes, another voice confirmed it. The beginnings of a smirk tweaked the corners of Sebastian's mouth. Yes, what better place to start?
Kathryn swung into the common room that evening, eyes almost black in their dim light and shadowed by throngs of dark hair. Under her arm, she carried three thick books that most would not have been able to manage without severe wobbling and eventual catastrophe. For her though, they appeared to lie obediantly in her grasp, as though the possibility of descent was not even an option for them. Indeed, this theory was proved correct, by the ysterious way they remained in the air, hovering patiently by her side as she slid herself into a seat away from the fire. On her silent command they lowered themselves gradually onto the desk in front of her, neatly stacked and perfectly alligned with each other. She stared at them for a moment before pulling the top one from the pile and flicking it open to a page headed "Banishing Charms". She didn't look up when she felt a hand slide across her shoulders and probing fingers inch through her hair, gently sweeping it back over her shoulders. "Still hard at work, Kathryn? You must surely have to play sometime?" The voice purred.
She grinned softly to herself before leaning around to speak to him. "Learning is important to me. However, I could perhaps be persuaded away from charms if there were something even more interesting to find out...?" She watched carefully for his face to tell her what he had found. She was not disappointed; his vivd eyes flashed with his excitement. He must have located their first target already. In the interest of maintaining appearances, she grudgingly allowed him to help her to her feet and, vanishing the books off to her small bedside table with a flick of her wand. The revision of Banishing Charms was entirely unnecessary, anyway. Speaking a little louder than usual, to be sure that she was heard. "Sebastian, must it be now? I know you're anxious to look around, but I've work to do." She caught one or two heads tilting towards them as they left the room, but there was none of the suspicion she had feared.
Outside she thought Sebastian had vanished, for a second, but no, there he was. His pale skin and bright hair showed him up in the shadows of an alcove opposite the dungeon. Kathryn clicked her tongue disapprovingly at him, shaking her head. "Shouldn't skulk in shadows, Sebastian. People will get the wrong impression." He conceeded, pacing towards her, silken shadows slipping from his face. He came right up to her, laying his arms lazily about her neck.
"What impression, pray tell, would that be, my dear?" She stared unconcernedly into his eyes, inches from hers. cocking an eyebrow at his advance. She answered him with the same easy carelessness.
"Why, the one that you're up to no good, of course." Her dark painted lips quirked into a sly smile.
"But Kathryn," He replied, lowering his lips to play tantalisingly over her throat. "They'd be perfectly correct."
She humoured him, for a moment or two longer, before sliding her hands down from his shoulders to his chest and pressing him firmly away. "Enough, we have work to do." He pulled back reluctantly, straightening his robes.
"Fine. But work can hardly be done standing in the middle of a corridor, can it? To the library?" She gave a slow nod in answer and took the arm he offered, heading up the passage towards the stairs.
After walking for a few minutes, Sebastian ducked inside an empty classroom, pulling Kathryn with him. He gave a swift glance up and down the corridor before shutting the door behind them. "Well, my dear Kathryn. I believe I have found our first... target."
She sighed, lounging wearily against a desk with an unimpressed expression, she fixed him with her dark stare. "I expected as much. Otherwise what reason would you have had for draggin me away from my studies?"
A grin crept onto the boy's face. "I could probably think of a reason or two... and in any case, I think that saying I dragged you is rather an overstatement. You came quite willingly."
"So," She folded her arms across her chest, watching him. "On what basis have you chosen The One?"
Sebastian did not answer her directly, but pulled his wand from his robes and held it it out before him. "Disclera!" A stream of vague silver light fountained from the tip, pooling in a sphere between them. In it, a small, red shape was the first thing to appear. It flitted anxiously from side to side, always returning to the same place, expectantly as though awaiting instruction. As the light and shapes sharpened, another form surfaced through the misty glow. The boy with white blonde hair sat imperiously directing the little spirit.
As she watched, Kathryn's eyes widened a little, in surprise, certianly, and not a little impressed by the magic she was witnessing. All at once, Sebastian jerked his wand hand, tucking it away quickly back in the folds of his robes.
"Is it... real?" Her voice was a curious mixture of awe and suspicion. She, like her step-brother, was astounded to see what looked like a flawless Tjin incantation performed by one so young. He merely nodded solemnly. Needn't tell her that he couldn't be positive it hadn't been a simple imitation charm. They needed to get started.
"Well, looks like he's it then. Does our little magician have a name?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He watched appreciatively as recognition crept over her features. "That's right. The son of Lucius."
An almost childish smile of delight flashed into her face. "Uncle's favourite! The one he always used to talk about when we were little!" Sebastian nodded. "Well, then it would be disgustingly rude of us not to present ourselves, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, undoubtedly."
Harry's eyes wrenched open as a fierce pain tore across his forehead. Clutching a hand to his scar and fighting the blinding pain, he kicked off his bed covers and pushed himself to his feet.
The tower, when he eventually made it down the stairs, was already in a panic. He didn't think he'd seen such terror among the students since his second year, when they had been informed that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. He shivered briefly at the memory, before tugging on the nearest sleeve to ask what was going on. It turned out to belong to Ron. The boy turned around, his eyes widening with horror as he saw Harry with his palm pressed flat to his scar. "Bloody hell, Harry, it's not... not again!" Harry was minutely glad to be able to shake is head. While the pain was awful, it didn't have quite the sickening, acidic bite that a direct attack by Voldermort would have had. He thought he could recognise that by now. That left one or two, distressing alternatives. The first was that someone from the school was doing dark magic - really, really dark magic, for his scar to burn like that - and the second... Deatheaters... in Hogwarts.
Dumbledore stared at his staff's faces, his own blank.
"Forgive me, headmaster, but I for one am still not entirely clear on-" Dumbledore silenced him, raising his hand wearily to stem the question.
"It seems a second year wandering around the grounds tripped over something rather unfortunate in her explorations..." The roundabout explanation suddenly seemed to stick in his throat. He coughed softly to clear it before trying a more direct approach. "Mister Malfoy... is dead." A shocked hush fell on the small circle. "Murdered." so much for hush... an uproar of confusion and fear errupted among the assembled teachers. Snape's face in particular had broken from its usual composure. He looked almost on the edge of tears.
"And there is something else." The quiet returned, everyone anxiously and yet apprehensive, unsure if they wanted to hear this new, and probably grisly, detail. "His killer drained his powers. Utterly. There's no trace of them left."
This brought back a real silence. Those that did not understand were awaiting an explanation. Those that knew what the headmaster meant were fighting down their own revulsion and deliberatly avoiding any clarification. That poor, poor boy...
