Youko-chan-Another chapter to be updated! (I’ve got over 36 pages already written!)

Dante rolled over, ignoring the bighting pain in her back and stared up at the ceiling. Her life wasn’t the best, but she had what she needed to survive and she had done fine with that. Dante scratched the itchy bandages for a moment before scoffing and turning to her side.

Her parents were powerful followers of Voldemort, and they had begun to raise Dante to be one as well; but when the girl was twelve, her father made a mistake and did not come back one night after a Deatheater meeting. Her mother, a beautiful and elegant woman was distraught, completely forgetting her daughter, she committed suicide by stepping into the sun; she left her daughter in the care of the dark lord.

She was given to Bellatrix Lestrange, who had lost her own son in child birth. The woman wasn’t exactly kind but she wasn’t cruel either. She taught Dante how to be independent, she taught Dante all about poisons and spells beyond her age, Bella brought her up like a mentor and not a mother. Dante was fine with that but she did miss the touch of another that was not an attack.

As time had past, Dante grew up and learned from her parent’s mistakes and others as well. When Bellatrix was sentenced to Azkaban, Dante was caught between both light and dark; she did not know which side was better. They both had their advantages and disadvantages. Her professor Severus Snape had the same problem and when she had talked to him, he gave her good advice.

To appeal to both sides and then when one gains more power, numbers, and strength; choose that side but make sure that there will be no turning tables before finalizing the decision.

Dante was a true Slytherin at heart, but she did not choose to be like many of the others; she had the title of Lord Couvent but she could not gain the title till she either finished her seventh year or turned eighteen; and since the latter was the only possible way. She had turned eighteen not too many months ago and inherited her Gringotts key which probably was valid even where…when she was.

Her mind drifted back to when she had lived with her young friend.

Flash back

Johanna was delightful to be with; her attitude did not drag down on Dante’s patience. Without even realizing it, nearly three months passed and Dante felt a bit more normal to be where she was.

The only bad part about the situation was Judge Turpin. It took all of Dante’s strict training to keep from blasting the man across the world, his attitude was charming but it grated on Dante’s nerves and she absolutely hated how he would look at her or Johanna and how he would sometimes touch Dante’s shoulder or arm. She did move away every time he did so, but he couldn’t seem to take the hint.

Soon another month passed and it was nearing to Christmas but Dante found that it wasn’t celebrated so much as it was in the future. She didn’t mind that much, as Bella hadn’t been very big on the whole cheery attitude.

Dante was thrilled to no ends when one day, they were walking in the market when she saw the pub ‘the Leaky Cauldron’ still on that dingy corner. She was disappointed when she couldn’t find a way to get into the place to see if Diagon Ally was there.

At night, Dante began to train again. She wasn’t completely out of shape as sixteen years of hard work did not simply go away with only a couple of months on break; but it was enough for Dante to become irritated. So she would spend two hours a night doing exorcising and magic practice, though she had to be careful as once Johanna had nearly walked in on her practicing the cruciotis curse on an enlarged spider.

She began to write, logging in everything that was going on. Dante decided that if she ever got back to her true time, it would make a best seller. She also worked on writing down every spell and its abilities down so that if she didn’t return, she would always know them.

Nearly nine months had passed since Dante had arrived in 1789 and sure enough Dante found herself in the drawing room with Johanna talking of their latest outing. The sun’s last golden rays lit up the room comfortably.

“It really was quite lovely, but I’ve already got enough dresses to last forever.” The young blond said, her small hands smoothing out her skirts. Dante, who sat beside her nodded but only half of her attention was on her.

Just that day, she had seen Turpin with that man Beetle and they had a young woman who looked like she didn’t want to be there. Though Dante didn’t see what they did with her, she had quite the imagination and what withering respect Dante had for the judge died.

“Are you listening to me?” Johanna asked as her golden eyebrow rose. Dante gave a sheepish grin.

“Not really,” she said. Johanna sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Dante, you never listen,” she shook her head slightly in amusement. Dante shrugged and went back to stitching the Slytherin crest into her favorite cloak as it was still very cold.

“That’s just because I don’t have any care for more dresses.” She said with a smirk but was lightly swatted on the arm by the younger girl.

Johanna just sighed and turned back to her own stitching. Dante looked back out the window before standing up quickly. “Come on!” She said, a smile lighting her face. She proceeded to pull at Johanna’s arm.

“What?” She asked, placing her needle in her stitching as to not hurt herself.

“Just come on!” the blond raised an eyebrow but allowed Dante to tug her down the halls and into her room.

“I’m going to teach you some things so that you’re always ready for anything.” Dante pulled back her long sleeves and brushed her skirts, smoothing out the small wrinkles. Johanna’s head tilted slightly, something she picked up from Dante. “Here just stand here like this,” Dante lifted her many skirts to show her firmly planted feet and helped Johanna copy. “There, now keep your balance and bend your knees and put your arms up like this,” she crossed her arms in front of her and stood confidently. “This is the first block to any blow; it will lesson the impact and protects your face, chest, and mainly your heart.” Johanna blinked and hesitantly lifted her arms to do the same.

“Good, next; if someone approaches you and grabs your wrist, first thing is to pull away. But if you can’t, take your nails and shove them under the persons thumb nail.” She demonstrated with her own hands. “Your best weapons, if you aren’t armed, are your teeth and nails. No one is excluded from the danger of others, you must always be prepared.”

So from then on, Dante would teach Johanna a little every night about defense and escape theories. Snow began to fall and Christmas soon passed; Dante had to ask for another book as she had filled out her first with logs, spells, strategies, and drawings. She continued to practice during the night, not ever wanting to loose her talent.

She hadn’t expected Johanna to peak in when she was bending down on her right foot, her left high in the air while her body was flat against her right leg. “Oh wow!” She breathed. That scared Dante out of her wits causing her to fall over.

“WAH, what the hell?!” Dante’s head whipped around to see Johanna tiptoeing over.

“Wow that was amazing! How are you able to do that?” She asked, her hands touching the black toeshoes on Dante’s feet. Dante looked away feeling her cheeks burn.

“I’m a ballet dancer,” she muttered, pulling her legs close to her, the black cloak she wore hid them away. “I don’t want to become unpracticed.”

“Could...could you show me some more?” Johanna asked eagerly.

Dante blinked and slowly nodded before getting up and settled back onto her toes before moving fluidly around the room doing small tricks. Johanna softly clapped and squealed.

A few days later caused Dante’s content world to jolt to a heavy stop and then flip.

Judge Turpin opened Dante’s door; it was near noon and Dante was at her desk writing. “Ah, Ms. Couvent,” he said “scribbling away as usual.” He gave a slight grin but Dante just looked up at her wall with a deep scowl. “Ah, Ms. Couvent, you have resided in my home for nearly a year now, am I correct?”

Dante closed her book and turned towards the man and gave a slightly forced grin. “Yes, I have enjoyed myself very much here.” She said. The judge’s grin turned into a slight smirk.

“I am glad you think so; well as you know Johanna is my ward and you seem to like her very much.” He said, his hands weaving into his pockets. Dante just nodded, not quite sure where the man what leading the conversation to. “Well, I want you to marry me, and we will properly adopt dear Johanna.” He said, bringing a gloved hand out and holding it up to her.

Dante’s eyes widened at the straightforwardness, feeling a dark weight of dread slowly laid itself onto her shoulders. She opened her mouth to say something but no sound made itself known and she shut it in confusion. Taking a breath and swallowing, Dante stood up and found her voice.

“May…May I have some time to consider?” she asked. His eyes flashed and his smirk grew.

“What is there to consider? You will marry me whether you like it or not.” He said before leaving the room swiftly.

Once the door clicked close, Dante felt the strength in her legs give out and she fell to her knees. Then all of a sudden deep fury erupted and it was like a griffin was on a rampage in Dante’s heart. She didn’t know why, but the fact that he didn’t ask and more like demanded for her hand in marriage was nothing compared to the obvious reason behind it all.

She had heard of the story of what had happened to a barber fourteen years ago, and of the terrible things the judge had done to gain what he wanted. Dante knew the consequences if she refused him but she also knew of the consequences if she accepted and she would take the former no matter what.

Quickly, Dante took out her wand and quietly shrank her books and other possessions. Putting them into her special pouch, Dante then shrunk a majority of the dresses and put them into it as well; she would transfigure and change them later. Taking off her elaborate dress, she slipped on a simple green dress with a small black corset that reached under her bust. Dante grabbed her old tennis shoes and pulled them on along with her cloak.

Just as she had shoved her pouch into her hidden pocket, Johanna entered the room. “Dante, where are you-!” She was cut off by Dante’s hand slapping over her mouth.

“Shut up,” she hissed “I have to get out of here, Turpin wants me to marry him and either way if I don’t leave now I’m screwed.” Her tone was harsh. Johanna’s eyes brimmed with tears and Dante softened. She drew the smaller girl into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, you are a very precious person to me. You helped me out with many problems and you’re a great friend.” Dante pulled away and softly kissed Johanna’s forehead. “Don’t forget my lessons squirt,” she said fondly as Johanna stuck her tongue out at her in reply.

“Alright, well you’d better hurry.” She said, pointing to the window. Dante nodded and gave the girl another hug before briskly walking over to the window and opening it.

“You really are my best friend, and little sister.” Johanna smiled tearfully as Dante jumped out onto the ground. Dante then scaled the fence and nimbly landed onto the sidewalk. Looking back up she waved to Johanna but she regretted not just running because she turned around to face a furious Judge Turpin.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked his voice dangerously low and shook with ferocity. Dante gulped and felt her courage leaving her but then the griffin returned and she straightened.

“Making a physical refusal to your demand of marriage.” She said firmly before dashing away.

She ran for what seemed forever but she again regretted slowing down because she was grabbed harshly and shoved into a dark ally. “You will be mine.” He snarled as he pinned her arms behind her.

Dante struggled but just ended up feeling a stinging sensation on her back as a hidden blade cut through her cloak and dress. “Stay still wench!” He spat but Dante wouldn’t give up and ended getting worse cuts across her back.

Then she was slammed into the wall and she tried to scream when Turpin slashed her corset and dress, splitting her skin open. Her mouth was covered by his large hand and his long legs prevented Dante from kicking him.

“I will have you,” he whispered into her ear as he continued to cut the dress open. Dante saw where he was headed and she was to be damned before she allowed him to continue. She thrust her hips forward, loosening one of her legs so that she could knee him where it hurt most.

Turpin let out a loud howl but he just dropped his weight onto Dante making any real movement for her possible. “You whore!” he then began to slash at her legs and Dante felt tears burn at her eyes.

The griffin roared in rage bringing hidden strength into Dante and she then struggled to reach up. Finally, her hands reached his face and pulled him into a kiss; this stopped his movements completely as he stared into her eyes in surprise and confusion. He pulled away and searched her face for an answer.

“Dante…” he whispered, his eyes then clouded in obvious lust, his fingers trailing her lips and Dante felt bile rise up her throat as a hard form pressed against her leg.

Dante then felt a smirk pull at her face and Turpin looked at her in confusion. “Kiss my ass you cock sucking THUNDERCUNT!” She screamed before sinking her fangs into his fingers. He yelled and ripped his hand away; Dante grinned and licked the crimson fluid off her lips. Then she pounced and savagely clawed at anything she could reach.

Blinded with rage, Dante finally left the groaning man in the ally.

Youko-chan-Yes sorry about the language!