Fan Fiction ❯ china doll ❯ Summer '03 - part #1 ( Chapter 8 )

In July the heat was intolerable: they left Villa Trao's rooms' coolness only at night, when a light breeze rose from the sea; only Isabella had the gut to go out and face sun and hot.

" No wonder, she's born in this climate!"

Tom had mumbled once shaking his head. Virginia had found her spot in the cellar: sure, the smell wasn't pleasant but that was the coolest place in the whole house! Often she was joined by Nagini, whom went to mice hunting: even if none of them speaks the language of the other -Virginia wasn't a Parselmouth and it was impossible that a snake learns Men's language- an odd bond had started between them and in a sense they understood each other. Every so often -but it was quite an exception, Isabella joined them for a game of cards: if there was anybody enough screwy to teach a snake to play cards that was Isabella. They were on a carpet, a seven of diamonds and an ace of clubs in the center; the two human glanced at the reptile and her last card with suspect; Nagini hissed, a sound that sounded like a sinister laughter, and showed her card, a queen of swords.

" No, not again! Why should she always win?!"

" Ugh, and the worse thing is that she is laughing at us..."

The two girls sighed shaking their head; then Isabella called the housekeeper and told her to bring them some iced mint drink, they then began a new game: Nagini had won again; Virginia looked worried at her tiny bunch of candies; Isabella bit her tongue to don't swear when a tray with two glasses filled with iced mint drink and a bowl of milk appeared at the center of the carpet.

" Thank you Fi', you're a... To'! What in Hell are you doing here? Weren't you busy with your DE?!"

" I've just come only to freshen up." he scratched Nagini between her eyes," And to give this to Virginia."

A "Witch Weekly" copy thudded on Virginia's card, and she arched an eyebrow and threw a strange glance to Tom.

" I would never ever have imagined that you could sink sooo low: read a women's magazine! Tom, you don't know how many points you've lost right now."

" Read and you'll understand why I have bought it, you stupid girl."

He replied with a sneer; Virginia arched an eyebrow and read the first page: the color disappeared from her face.

A NEW LOVE FOR HARRY POTTER

Everything above his love story with Tornado's charming Seeker, Cho Chang

We thought that, after the mysterious disappearance of his last girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, the Boy-who-lived wouldn't have known the comforts and pleasures of love. We mistake: since this spring, Harry and Cho Chang -gorgeous Asian girl and new promising Quiddich player- had been seen frequently together at the "Three Broomsticks" of Hogsmeade. Since then some one supposed an affair between them, affair that the two has revealed during a recent interview.

" After Ginny's disappearance, I was depressed: the only thing that gave me the strength to go forward was the will to save her. But when we have known that a dementor had kissed her and that her lifeless body had been destined to who knows which Dark ritual... Oh Merlin! We have had not even the consolation to get her body back!

Then Cho has contacted me: Ginny was like a little sister for her. She told me that she knew very well how I felt: after all she too had lost some one dear because of You-Know-Who...."

When we ask ulterior explanations, but Harry smiles bitterly and he tells us that it is an old story. We decide to lead our questions elsewhere and we ask him about Cho and his plans for the future.

" Well, my priority now is to end the training, become a good Auror and defeat You-Know-Who. I don't deny that we would like continue to stay together; but with the war and...

" It's not true!" Virginia exclaimed throwing the newspaper," It's not true! This is only a new way you have thought to torment me!"

" Virginia, Virginia... Look in my eyes and answer me: how would I lie to you?"

He asked with a wounded look toying with a lock of her hair; she looked at him upset, then she got up brusquely and stood back.

" You're not different from the memory I have met in my first year: you have always lied to me and I won't believe you!"

" Tsk tsk tsk! Don't make a fool of yourself, Virginia, because both know that you aren't. If you do not want to accept reality, it's another matter: but your dear Harry has forgotten you, he has given up, he has gone forward... he does not have feelings for you. He has done just the opposite of what you want."

" You know nothing about me or what I want! Quite nothing!"

" Instead I know everything I must know: I know that you are my doll, my personal toy! I know that you must want what /I/ want and that you must accept reality!"

He threw her a sharp look, and without add other, he left. When the wizard's footsteps became imperceptible, Virginia collapsed on the stony floor and beginning to cry in a crescendo of sobs: Isabella hugged her to comfort her, blowing poisonous words for whoever was making her friend suffer.

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Virginia didn't leave her room, and she spent the hours crying beneath the sheets: they must bring her food in, because she went down not even for meals; however the dishes stayed almost untouched and covered with flies. Bianca and Isabella were worried: they had tried in every way to boost her morale, to stir her from her apathy. Surely Tom would have received a telling-of to be so brutal when he'd be back. One night Virginia wasn't able to sleep: she stared at the ceiling; the least noise bothered her. What would her mother have done? Ah, yes: a cup of warm milk. She listened for few minutes -it seemed that everybody was sound asleep; she then got up, wore a robe and went down in the kitchen: the light had been turned on. She thought that the room was empty, but then she glimpsed something moving in a corner and she approached: she saw before her Tom's swaying bosom; the wizard hummed something like "I'll defeat Dumbly! I'll defeat Potty!" while he searched in the fridge. Virginia pinched her arm to understand if that was a nightmare. Tom, a bottle of raisin wine under an arm, tray of cheeses in his hands and a fig in his mouth, he turned and stared at the girl; then swallowed the fruit.

" Hi Virginia, what are you doing awake so late in the night?"

" er... I couldn't sleep. What about you? What are you doing with that cheese?"

" Midnight snack!" she arched an eyebrow, " I'm gone back few minutes ago and I'm starving. Do you want to join me?"

He asked uncorking the bottle and pouring the amber-colored liqueur in a small glass; he then took a dish from the cupboard and set a piece of a strange, tender and moldy-looking cheese: then, after have washed his hands, he dipped a finger in the cheese, put the finger in his mouth and finally drank a small sip of wine. To his expression of absolute bliss was equivalent to Virginia's one of absolute disgust.

" How could you eat that cheese? It's moldy!"

" Virginia Virginia," he said shaking his head," You talk for ignorance! And it's because of this ignorance of yours if you don't understand the subtle sensual pleasure that I'm feeling. This, which you have so commonly called moldy cheese, it's gorgonzola: you won't ever understand how immense is the pleasure to pick a gorgonzola's drop with your finger and taste it and then sprinkle it with few drops of raisin wine of Pantelleria. Aw.... the cheese's smooth and slightly spicy taste with the raisin wine's sweet and alcoholic! And what to say about the perfect balance between their aromas! Then if I add almond and chocolate filled dried figs, the pleasure is so sublime and heavenly that I melt." and wiping a tear, Tom ended his praise to his favored snack. But when he placed the look on Virginia, the girl was sound asleep," Acc! Nice way to greet me after a week of hard job, and now I must carry her too: quite a nice way to begin the summer holidays! "

The next morning, Tom was decidedly in a good mood: they had not even finished the breakfast, that he grabbed Virginia and brought her in their bedroom, telling her that since that day would have gone to the beach. The girl tried to rebel, saying that outside was too hot and that she didn't like the sea: however at the end Tom was able to convince her, after all he was Isabella's cousin. After they had changed and Tom had taken his wand and Nagini, the two of them went toward the little, rocky inlet: when he had examined the place, Tom took his wand and with a quick movement, he created a small open space; then he transfigured some stones in a gazebo, two deckchairs, a basket table and a basket for Nagini.

" I must admit that it isn't bad for someone no good in Transfiguration." he said examining his work," Get ready Virginia: it's swimming time!"

And after have put the wand under Nagini, whom was dozing the basket, Tom got off his polo shirt, shoes and pants and dove. He resurfaced some meter ahead.

" Come here: the water is gorgeous! What are you waiting to undress? You have a bathing-suit, don't you?"

The girl shook her head nervously and, hiding behind the gazebo's white curtains, she got her sundress off and rearranged her bathing-suit: it was Isabella's gift for her birthday, a plain and white and two-piece bathing-suit with red, orange and pink flowers embroidered on a cup. Virginia approached hesitantly the water: Tom floated quietly, a happy smile on his face; she grazed the water with a toe and withdrew.

" What are you doing? C'mon, dive!"

" But the water is so cold!"

" Nonsense!"

And with this last remark, the wizard dove again. Virginia watched the water with a strange expression: she didn't want swim and she didn't want to tell Tom why. By the way to sit on a rock in shallow water wasn't a bad idea. Suddenly two wet arms -surely it was Tom- grabbed her waist and threw her into the sea. Tom watched amused the girl fall, regardless of the gush and her protests: still laughing, Tom looked at her.

" I had told you that the water was fantastic and... Damn, why you didn't told me?!"

Virginia groped: without think twice, Tom dove again and he reached her, carried her back so quickly that it looked as if he has appared. Virginia collapsed on the rocky ground, coughing and spitting water; Tom, knelt close to her, he patted gently her back. As soon as she had recovered, the girl withdrew and looked at him full of hate.

" If you wanted to kill me, you almost did!"

" Don't tell me that you can't swim!" Virginia lower her eyes, her cheeks and ears red," Do you really can't swim?"

Tom wondered. Virginia refused to reply, but after he asked it for the tenth time, she looked at him with anger and growled:

" Yes, I can't swim! You're free to mock me!"

" If you want, I could teach you."

And there were no trace of mockery in his voice and his face showed a calm and sweet earnestness: should she trust him? One part of her said yes, she could trust: Dumbledore believed in second opportunities; the other screamed in her mind that she was in front of Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the world, and Tom Riddle, the boy -or rater, his memory- that had betrayed, used and almost killed her in her first year. She watched him attentively, as searching in the darkest recesses of his mind any second goal hidden in his offer: not found any, she nodded slightly. His face lighted and he stretched a hand to help her to get up; he then helped her to enter water: he told her to relax and to not panic, then told her to put her head in water and to stretch while he would have held her. Then Tom asked to Virginia if she had done her Aritmancy exercises: they began to talk about formulas and equations; and then about Ancient Runes and the different translations and interpretations; about how the two subjects are complementary and how they were applied to the Dark Arts. They talked for a long time, cradled softly by the waves; then Virginia opened the eyes and checked her fingers.

" My hands are wrinkled."

" Seen, it's not so hard: I've stopped to hold you quite a while ago."

Tom said emerging few far from her: Virginia looked at him surprised and then smiled squirting him. Tom reached her and helped her climb on the rock; then, reached the gazebo, they wrapped in their towels and sat on their deckchairs: Virginia read a Charms book while Tom made crosswords. After about half an hour they looked at each other.

" Why aren't you sunbathing, Virginia? You are pale, you should get a little tan."

" My skin is very delicate: I don't tan, I become as red as a lobster."

" Then use a protective lotion."

" I tried once, I don't tan. And you? I knew that venomous serpents like you love to bask in the sun."

" My skin is extremely sensitive and delicate: I don't tan, I get sunburns. Uhmm... seven letters, the mood of the Leopardi...."

They stayed in cove for the whole: at lunch time Isabella and her friend joined them while Filomena brought them their meal. The afternoon was decidedly funnier than the morning: Isabella was always teasing her cousin and Tom teased his cousin with as much enthusiasm; Virginia, Lucrezia, the boys and two other girls -Milena and Nicolaia- were playing beach volley while Rosanna cheered them. As every time that she was with Isabella and her friends, Virginia felt again the joy and thoughtlessness of her age and all the tension for the future and the feeling to have whole a life to live. In the time spent with them Virginia took again possession -even if shortly- of the many things Tom had stripped her.

The days passed joyfully at Villa Trao, and Isabella tried to involve Tom and Virginia in her adventures: the day at the beach and the night clubbing with her friends. Moreover it looked as if Isabella had decided to put some order in her two guests' sentimental life: Rosanna showed a peculiar interest for the wizard and often began long talks with him about everything, finding out that they shared many interests. With Virginia, instead, Isabella wasn't so lucky: every time that her friend met some one, Tom came and remembered her hers doll's condition. Isabella didn't like it, because it ruined all her plans... er... guarantee Virginia some "happiness". For this and other reasons, the young witch torment her cousin with more enthusiasm: if he must pay because of how he treated Virginia, then it was better to give vent to every ounce of Isabella's evilness! And which was sweeter revenge than to match Virginia with a nice guy? And who cared if Tom was as watchful as a sheepdog: sooner or later he would be distracted and Isabella would have taken her chance.

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One morning, while they were getting ready to go to the beach, the housekeeper a visit for Tom: the wizard scowled at the house servant, a look that promised nothing good to who had dared bother his deserved holidays. As soon as Tom got out of the room, Isabella glanced slyly at Virginia and grabbed her arm dragging her through the hallway and the staircases: Tom was few steps ahead. Waiting in the hall, there was a boy around twenty years; ink black hair and eyes as bright as amethysts, average height, fine and elegant features with a certain something... maybe ultra mundane, in a lack of other words; and Virginia gasped recognizing him: it was Blaise Zabini. Blaise was shocked and pleasantly amazed to see the girl, he seemed almost... relieved: but in a blink his face was again an emotionless mask and perhaps Virginia had only imagined. Tom glanced suspiciously at the two teenagers, he then exhorted the girls to go ahead: Isabella puffed unhappy, then grinned at Virginia. The two wizards went in the study and Filomena brought them some coffee.

" Then, Blaise, I imagine that you have brought me the reply of Cloto, Lachesi and Atropo."

" Yes, my grandmother has told me to bring you this." he nodded handing a parchment to Tom," Such documents are too precious to entrust them to an owl, Thomas Marvolo."

" Always this obsession to call the people with their full name, I'm not surprised if Isabellina don't like you. Do you know what they said?"

" Yes, I was present at the dictation."

" Would you mind to summarize it?"

Blaise arched an eyebrow peering at Tom from his coffee-cup's brim, and then pursued his lips.

" The Psikesyllego is a very interesting ritual, unluckily nowadays are extremely rare. In few words, the execution of the rite has erased the effects of every the spell and the potion you have used to strengthen your power and reach immortality: this has been caused by their different nature. The Primordial Magic is a strength made of Light and Dark and it's more powerful than both: it could cure and kill, destroy and create at the same time; and this because it spring from imagination and makes real ours..."

" I haven't asked you an essay about Primordial Magic, Blaise." hissed Tom with a bit of irritation, "I know the subject better than you."

" As you wish, I'll spare my time. Besides to give you back the part of soul and the powers you had lost because of the diary, the spell has made regress -in lack of better words- your cells, purging your body from every trace of Dark magic: shortly, it has made you rejuvenate and... You tried a Metamorphosis after you left Hogwarts, right?"

" And with success: it has been the first thing I have done to increase my powers. Old Winter know her stuff: I've heard that a couple of years ago she performed it with success on a Muggle girl to make her a witch. Wait! If when I was twenty-five years old I haven't did it..."

" You'd look sixteen: even the spell you have used for the diary was Primordial Magic. If you have used a different spell, you now would be a newborn, or worse, a just fertilized egg cell: you have been lucky."

" Yes, quite lucky. And what about the bond between Virginia and I? What do the Prophetesses have said?"

Blaise started at the question and said with an imperceptible crack in his voice:

" They confirm what Bianca Maria Immacolata told you: once two souls are joined, they couldn't be separate and the bond couldn't be broken. I know that you won't like, but yours own survival is tied to the girl's: her safety is yours; you could do nothing to change it without damage yourself. I can't stay any longer: Melinda is alone at home and I don't want that Malfoy brat to come and molest her. " the boy said getting up, he then added," Ah, the Counsel of the Elderly wants to know who of your family you suggest to take the Prophetesses' place, when the time will come. I've heard about the Carlisle."

" The elderly don't need confirmations to know that we support our aunts' nomination. Bring my homage to Ezelina and Melinda. Ah, Blaise?" the boy looked curious at him, then Tom shook a hand, " Never mind."

The two wizards said goodbye with a nod. Tom took the parchment and brought it in his bedroom: he would have read it in the afternoon.

In the meantime Isabella teased Virginia: she hadn't missed those glances. Virginia refused to answer: Tom had suggested her to don't confide secret to Isabella, and that was the only true thing he had ever told her. At the end, Virginia admitted that she knew the boy, but only by sight: after all he was in the same year as Harry and Ron.

~* flashback*~

That had been a very bad summer: after the Ministry had announced You-Know-Who's return, a veil of darkness had fallen upon the magical world. In middle July Azkaban had been attached by Death Eaters, freeing some prisoners; since then an escalation of violence and death had begun: many Aurors were recalled and almost all the students who had left Hogwarts joined up. Life at the Burrow was a pale ghost of what had been few months before: Mrs. Weasley was always nervous, and every time her husband was working or an owl came from the Ministry, she panicked. Ginny was happy to go back to school: Hogwarts was the safest place in the whole Britain, but above all it was synonym of normalcy for the students.

As soon as the train had left the station, Ginny searched a compartment: Ron and Hermione were with the other Prefect, and Harry surely with his dorm mates Neville, Seamus and Dean. Ginny didn't feel like seeing Dean, not after they had broken up. Sending away those memories from her mind, Ginny found an almost empty compartment: there was nobody but a boy and a first year girl. They must be brother and sister.

" I-m sorry, but would you mind if I..."

Ginny jumped recognizing the boy: it was Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin in the same year as Harry and Ron. From her dorm mates' gossips, she knew that he was one of Hogwarts' most handsome and hot boys and that some one said that he was gay, since he had refused a half dozen of girls.

" Sure, made comfortable." Blaise replied getting up and taking her trunk," I am Blaise Zabini and she's my sister Melinda, she starts this year. You must be... Virginia Rose Weasley, am I right?"

Ginny was surprised: she had never talked with that boy, yet he knew her full name. For one instant her mind went four years and more back, when there was only one person to call her Virginia. She blinked to push away those memories; Ginny shook their hands and attempted a smile.

" Yes, it's me; but everybody calls me Ginny, and even I like it more."

" Nonsense." said Melinda," The name is the strength and the essence of a person and hide the secret of some one destiny, it's wrong to change it"

The three teenagers talked for whole the journey and shared their lunch: Melinda and Ginny were two fan of Louise Miller-Blaige's books - a not so famous witch; while with Blaise she shared the passion for Aritmancy and Ancient Runes. Ginny must admit it: even if he was a Slytherin, Blaise was really a nice boy, once known. She envied Melinda: she had a perfect elder brother.

A beautiful friendship bore among Ginny, Blaise and Melinda: they met in the library, or took long walks around the castle. They decided to keep it for themselves: it was their secret and they were fine with it.

It was middle October, Ginny and Blaise sat under their favored tree: Melinda had gone back few minutes before in her dorm, leaving the two teenagers to watch the squid splashing in the lake. While the cold and white sunset illuminated Hogwarts's grounds and castle, Ginny took her belongings and got up, smiling at the boy.

" Thank you to have me helped with the translation: that passage was quite difficult."

" You're welcome!" he reply imitating her, then added," Virginia Rose, may I kiss you goodbye?"

Ginny giggled: that request was so Blaise-ish.

" Sure, why not."

And she moved a strand from her cheek, so that the boy could kiss her. And Blaise kissed her, on the lips: a tender and gentle kiss, delicate as the touch of a flower.

" I have watched you in these years," he whispered stroking her lips with the thumb," I have seen you grow and become the wonderful witch you are today: I have always known that you are the right one for me, and I'm serious when I say it. I know that you are interested in Potter, just... think about it and take all the time you need, then give me your answer."

Ginny looked at him surprised, then shake the head and smiled:

" I have given Harry up long ago. You know, you're an out-of-standard Slytherin: usually you're cunning, mean, future and children of Death Eaters."

" My House's reputation is well deserved: luckily I'm one of the few exceptions that confirms the rule. And then there are future Death Eaters in the other Houses too, even among your Housemates. Will you think about it?"

Ginny smiled and nodded.

After about one week later, Blaise and Ginny were together: Blaise was serious with Ginny, he behaved as a real gentleman and he didn't push her. Ginny was glad to haven't refused him: she felt reassured and loved, but above all she was happy that he wasn't superficial and didn't broke with her just because Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin.

November melted in December, and with the new month Christmas came: since most of the students would have stayed at Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore decided to organize the Yule Ball. Blaise and Ginny attend the ball together: they were one of the most admired couples of the ball; he dressed in navy blue and she with a iced blue satin dress robe with a pattern of thin blue ribbons. Many girls were jealous of Ginny, even if Lavander was the only to say it; Blaise didn't take care of the threatening glances from his fellows Slytherin and above all Ron Weasley.

Few days later, Blaise was cornered by Ron and his cousins Will and Ignatius, Gryffindor's new Beater: Zabini ended up in the infirmary for five days; the three Weasley get detention. While he was in convalescence, Ginny visited Blaise.

" I'm so sorry for what happened, Blaise: I hope that you're not angry."

" Angry? And why?" he said with a smile," You know, Virginia Rose, Melinda have told me that Malfoy brat is annoying her; if I was an other, I would act exactly as your brother: don't worry, I understand why Ronald had beat me black and blue."

" What will we do now, Blaise?"

The boy sighed thudding on the pillows and looked at her.

" He's not mentally ready to let you do your choices, for now we'll do what he want. Be clear one thing," he said as Ginny began to protest," I am not giving you up: I'll wait the day you'd be out of Hogwarts, till then you're free. But remembers: at the right time I will come to claim you."

She looked at him amazed, but seeing him chuckle; she giggled and kissed his cheek.

Six weeks later Harry Potter declared his love to Ginny Weasley.

~* End flashback*~

Virginia watched thoughtful the sea crinkled surface; Tom and Isabella were having their own diving competition. < Please Blaise, tell my family that I'm sound and alive and that I'm here... >

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Chapter eighth is over: I know that there are some fifth book's spoilers. The Carlisle, Laura Chant and the Metamorphosis come from Margaret Mahy's "The Changeover", one of mine favorite books in my teen's years; Blaise Zabini isn't a Death Eater, but is related to Tom through the Confraternity, which you'll know later in the story

About Blaise Zabini: I think that he is a boy and I've always seen him as a guy. Moreover I did a lil' research about the name, and Blaise is the English for Biagio, a boy name: who, in the full possession of his mental faculty, would call a baby girl Biagio?!

Psichesyllego: union and translitteration of the Greek words "psyche", soul, and "syllego", put together. It's the spell Voldemort used in the first chapter to recover the part of soul he had infused in the diary and the powers bounded to it.

From FF.net:

What's their name: oh, a joy to read. I am touched ;.; thanks so much!

Angel: what?! Do you have dared to forget my fic? And do you have the courage to tell it, too?! You are lucky to have redeemed yourself reading the last three so quickly, or I would have ordered to Tom -who's my lover, as every respectable queen must have at least one lover: Marie Antoinette had lovers, Elisabeth the first had lovers, both Catherine of Russia had lovers, Cleopatra had lovers and so on- to whip you!! Just kidding XP

Black crystal dragon: ah ah! See what happens to not review my fic? You're hit by my terrible hexes XP. Answers:

1) The infamous Bambi's Eyes. Have you ever seen the Disney's animated movie "Bambi"? The one with that sweet little fawn with those so brown and big and sweet and tender eyes, and all you could say is " Aw... soo cute...."?! Well, I'm talking of those eyes: they are like puppy's eyes, but much, much difficult and more effective.

2) That really happened: actually Isa's friends are mine. So, keep in mind that scene from "The Matrix-Reloaded",'k? In that moment Roberto -Tom in my fic- answered in place of Neo, saying that words: times and tone were perfect, and we still laugh thinking of it!

3) You want to be my beta? Ok, we could try with this chapter: I'll upload this version and, when you'll finish, I will replace it with the beta-ed one -I'll add a not too; in this way the readers will decide if you're good at it, is it fine with you?

Neni Potter: I think that Ginny misses Harry too, and the article answers for the other questions about this matter. If will Tom change attitude with her? I don't do preview: but now we know that their lives are bonded. Isa really wants to Ginny match with some one, but Tom is a jealous and possessive git. Thank you and just ask if you have other doubts ;)

RaistlinofMetallica: yes, Isabella is really a nice character, she is very peculiar and many like her. And I assure you that she can be a real troublemaker ;)

From AFF.net:

Sushified: ooh... so you haven't read a story better than mine... I am sincerely touched, thank you ;.;

Cuttie_blossom: thank you too; I hope you won't wait a long time for the next chapter. I'm planning a tour de force and resume my old rhythm: one week, one chapter.

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Ele: I am happy that you have liked it, you're right about Isabella: she's one of my most successful characters. The duty of that raving mad, wild animal of Isa is just that to give turn everything upside down. However I think that DE would die by shock if they spend a half hour with their boss and his dear lil' cousin ;)

Lucius: thanks again to have me told which is Trinity's Ducati. I think that Voldemort is really human, he just loath this part of himself and avoid to show it because he considers it weak: but when none of his DE on enemies is watching him; he takes a vacation from himself. And as we have seen, sometime he could be a spoiled brat.

Luna: here, these are the loyal and faithful vassals that I... er... We like so much! First they do amends to not have read Our fics and then there swears their eternal loyalty! Good puppy! ;)

See ya

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