Chapter 9: Enrique Consuelo and Chaylse Tremaine

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Chapter 9: Enrique Consuelo and Chaylse Tremaine

The doorbell of the Riddle house rang loudly, startling all whom resided inside its walls. Bellatrix and Rodolphus looked at Nicola, who was calmly sharpening her nails. She looked back at them like they'd grown horns.

"Well, don't just stand there! Open the bloody door!" she yelled. Bellatrix frowned and growled something underneath her breath. She walked out of the room, still mumbling. Nicola's eyes followed her out. She loved making Bellatrix's life hell. The thing about it was that Bellatrix couldn't do anything about it because she did not know the full extent of Nicola's power and just how evil she could be. Nor did she really want to find out. When Bellatrix opened the door, she came face to face with a tall man and a shorter girl. Both wore red.

"Who are you, and what in the bloody hell do you want?" Bellatrix asked curtly. The man looked at Bellatrix like she'd said something offensive.

"I'm Enrique Consuelo. I'm looking for Lady Feleti. Is she here?" Consuelo asked. Bellatrix nodded and stepped to the side. Consuelo stepped in, followed closely by the young lady. She still hadn't said anything. She looked at Bellatrix as she followed. Bellatrix examined the young girl. She couldn't have been any older than 20 or 21. She looked oddly familiar, but Bellatrix couldn't quite place where she'd seen the girl before. She led Consuelo and the young girl to the room where Voldemort and Nicola were. Consuelo smiled. "Well, hello, Lady Feleti. Long time, no see," Consuelo said. Nicola looked up and at Consuelo. Smiling, she stood and walked over to him. Consuelo held out his arms, expecting a hug. Instead, Nicola's fist met his face. His head snapped to the side. The girl pulled her wand and had it pointing very close to Nicola's face. Nicola glared right back at the girl.

"Now, what are you going to do with that?" Nicola asked, looking quite smug. The girl's hand didn't falter.

"I could easily kill you without feeling. At this distance, it would also be mighty hard for me to miss." Chaylse pushed the wand into Nicola's neck. Consuelo turned, rubbing his cheek.

"Lower your wand," he said. The girl lowered her wand and took a step back. Nicola dropped her smirk and glared spitefully at Consuelo. "I may have deserved that, Nicola," he said.

"Good. I'm glad you realize that." Then, Nicola hit him again. This time, he stumbled backwards. He turned back towards her, rubbing his other cheek.

"You've got a mean hook, Nicola. I'm not quite sure I deserved that one, though. Well, my lady. How have you been?" he asked. Nicola made a scoffing noise and crossed her arms.

"Like you'd actually care, you insolent bastard. Is this the Chaylse?" Nicola nodded in the girl's direction. Consuelo nodded. Then he looked over at Voldemort, who was sitting with his fingers intertwined and looking mighty serene and placid. It could be said that he looked almost smug.

"And whom might you be?" he asked. Voldemort looked honestly confused.

"I'm Lord Voldemort; only the most powerful wizard in this room," Voldemort said with a hint of contempt and irritation in his voice. Consuelo nodded.

"I've only heard of you. I've never actually seen your face. I am Enrique Consuelo, a renowned Dark wizard in Spain," Consuelo said. Voldemort nodded. It was mildly hard for him to follow what he was saying because he spoke extremely fast, and his accent was exceptionally thick. Voldemort then examined Chaylse Tremaine.

Chaylse was a slender girl with dark brown hair. Her small, round face showed no readable emotion. She wore her hood that cast a light shadow over her eyes. Chaylse looked every part of the Dark witch, but there was an empty air about her.

"Bellatrix, show Chaylse to her room. Consuelo, stay in here. I'd like to have a little chat," Voldemort said. Bellatrix nodded. She tapped Chaylse on her shoulder. Chaylse looked at her, then at Consuelo, who nodded. She then followed Bellatrix out of the room. Voldemort gestured to some chairs, and Nicola and Consuelo sat, glaring at each other. Voldemort smirked at the two. "Dare I ask what the history is between you two?" he asked.

"No," Nicola replied calmly, crossing her arms and sitting back in the plush armchair. Consuelo chuckled, and Nicola shot him another look. "Listen, you pompous..."

"Enough, children. I am very sorry I asked. Settle your differences later. I have no wish to listen to your squabble. Now, Consuelo. If you would please oblige me with letting me know about Chaylse's ability," Voldemort said. Consuelo nodded.

"Well, Chaylse is partially under the Imperius Curse. I had to do it after I erased part of her memory. She has long-term memory loss. She can't remember anything of her past, but she can retain new information. She'll just forget it about two months later. It is possible for her to remember, but I doubt anyone knows the incantation. Chaylse has had the training of a Magas plus more. She's trained in all forms of magic and is exceptionally good at doing forbidden curses because she does not feel anything. She excels at Soliopathy and Legilimency. My spells on her are virtually unbreakable," Consuelo said with a certain amount of pride in his voice. Voldemort nodded slightly.

"What do you mean by 'virtually?' The spells can be broken?" Voldemort asked. Consuelo nodded slowly.

"It would take an abnormally powerful witch or wizard to do it. A Shai would have to do it. But, as I understand it, there are no Shais alive today."

"Actually, there is one. She is rather young, though; she's only sixteen. Not many know of her power, and she is not fully trained at doing it. So, I doubt we'd have to worry about it," Nicola said quietly. Consuelo looked appalled.

"There is a Shai amongst us? Who?"

"You've never heard of her. She's Arthur Weasley's daughter, Ginevra Weasley. She doesn't know exactly when Chaylse was taken. She also doesn't know exactly how you accomplished your feat of capturing Chaylse. So, I highly doubt she'd do it."

"I would not completely and totally rule out her ability, Nicola. Ginevra has proven herself many times," Voldemort said, looking slightly worried. Nicola nodded, but still looked incredulous at the suggestion of Ginny changing Chaylse's fate.

"How obedient is the girl? Is she good at espionage?" Nicola asked. Consuelo nodded.

"Yes. She's an excellent spy. Do you need her services in that field?" he asked. Voldemort nodded.

"When the time comes. Well, I suggest you get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day," Voldemort said, rising from his seat. Consuelo nodded.

Elsewhere, Ginny opened her eyes. She'd fallen asleep in History of Magic. Professor Binns was still droning on and on. Ginny noticed she was sweating. She could not believe what she'd just seen. She needed to tell someone.

At dinner, Ginny sat next to Aurora and Neve. The Tremaine sisters weren't sitting far from them. Aurora noticed Ginny's pale face.

"What is troubling you, Ginny?" she asked.

"I accidentally used my power again. This time I just separated my mind from my body and saw a conversation between Voldemort, that Italian lady we fought at Diagon Alley, and some guy with a very thick Spanish accent. I didn't quite catch his name. I could barely understand what they were saying. I do know that they mentioned some girl named Chaylse. I couldn't hear much about her, though," Ginny said as quietly as she possibly could. She heard a fork drop and a collective gasp. Ginny and Aurora looked over in Rina and Lina's direction. They had suddenly gone still as stones, staring down at their plates.

"Did you say Chaylse?" Lina asked. Ginny looked very unsure for a moment. Aurora and Ginny looked at each other, suddenly fearful of what was about to be said next. Harry, Neve, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Tommy were now paying very close attention to the conversation, not uttering a sound. Ginny nodded very apprehensively.

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Did you hear her last name?" Rina asked, barely audible. Ginny shook her head slowly.

"No. They just called her Chaylse."

"Do you know who she is?" Harry asked with a mouth full of food. Rina and Lina nodded their heads, still staring at their plates.

"We think she might be our sister, Chaylse Tremaine. She disappeared three years ago after her graduation from Meloni. No trace of her was ever found. There was no ransom note or anything. It was like she just vanished from the face of the earth. They stopped looking for her last year," Rina said.

"Our parents assume she is dead. Cye, on the other hand, never gave up hope. She had an awful row with our parents, and they have not spoken since that argument a year ago. Cye was still looking for her until Ricardo Assante asked her to come here."

There was a deafening silence following Lina's words. Everyone had virtually stopped moving. Then, everyone jumped when a rather deep and raspy voice broke the silence.

"Hello, young ones," the voice said. Everyone looked up in unison to see Cye Tremaine and Seph Vardalos standing over them. Cye had spoken. Seph looked at them suspiciously.

"You look very conspicuous when you do that. You would not be hiding something from us, would you?" Seph asked, crossing her arms and smiling slickly. Everyone shook their heads. Rina looked over at her sister.

"Cye, we need to talk to you. It is important," she said. Cye looked down at her younger sister.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice cold. Hermione winced at it. There was almost no emotion in her. She looked as frozen and icy as Voldemort.

"Well, I think it would be best if Ginny told you," Lina said. The twins looked over at Ginny, who looked a little frightened. Ginny looked over at the sinister looking woman. Although Cye was only 22, she looked much older than that.

"I am a Shai. Today in History of Magic, I fell asleep while listening to Professor Binns. I am really not trained at my craft and can't control it very much. So, um, this time I saw a conversation between Voldemort, some Italian woman we fought at Diagon Alley, and some guy with a really heavy accent. I would say it is a Spanish one."

"Get to the point, Weasley. I do not have all day," Cye said, sounding very irritable. Ginny frowned and almost started to mouth off, but Hermione pinched her lightly on the arm. Ginny stopped herself and sighed deeply instead.

"Anyway, they were talking about some girl named Chaylse. I barely heard the conversation; it sounded muffled. They were talking about something like training. I never heard her last name. Nor did I see her. When I arrived, Bellatrix was walking off with some short girl with a red hood over her head. I never saw her face," Ginny said. Cye's face had softened considerably.

"Do you know where you were?" she asked, her voice wavering. She looked close to tears. Ginny swallowed hard. She wanted desperately to help. Shaking her head, she looked down. Suddenly, Cye grabbed her harshly and pulled her up. Ginny tried to wrench herself free. " Celerina, Catalina, come with me," she said. The twins nodded and followed their sister out of the Great Hall. Seph sighed deeply and ran after them.

"I wonder where they are heading," Neve said.

"Most likely to Dumbledore's office," Hermione answered, watching their forms disappear around the corner.

In the hallway, Cye was walking rather briskly. Seph ran to catch up with the four of them.

"Cye, where are you going?" she asked, trying to walk as fast as them. Ginny was still trying to wriggle out of Cye's iron grasp. Cye looked over at Seph.

"To see the headmaster. He was not at dinner," Cye said. Seph nodded and followed in silence the rest of the way. When they arrived at the gargoyle, Cye stopped abruptly, almost sending Ginny flying forward.

"Skiving Snackboxes," Seph said. The gargoyle sprang to life. Ginny looked a little shocked. She didn't think Dumbledore knew about them. Cye pulled Ginny up the stairs roughly and burst through Dumbledore's office without warning. Dumbledore was writing on a piece of parchment and did not look up.

"Well, who so graciously has forgotten the common courtesy we call knocking?" he asked. Cye said nothing as the old man finally looked up. He looked at the five ladies standing before him and crossed his arms on the desk. "Well, what seems to be the problem, Miss Tremaine and Miss Vardalos? Surely these three haven't been troubling you," he said serenely. Cye and Seph shook their heads. Cye took a very deep breath.

"Miss Weasley has some valuable information," Cye said, pushing Ginny forward, finally releasing her. Ginny rubbed her sore arm and looked over at Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded in her direction, and Ginny sighed. She retold her story and then looked at the aging warlock. Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"Do you know why the conversation sounded so muffled, Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore asked. Ginny shook her head.

"No, I don't," she said softly. Dumbledore nodded.

"It is because there was a barrier to block you. Voldemort knew to put it up most likely because he knows of your power from a third party. He only wanted you to hear certain parts of the conversation. He knew that you would mention what you saw to us. How someone would know that you would see something like this is beyond my intelligence. As I am to understand it, members of the Order are the only people who know of your power. You have not disclosed this delicate information to anyone else have you?"

"No, Professor. I have only just recently told these three. I also told Ava Zaviera that I am a partial telepath because our minds melded by accident when we met. Seph already knew because of her relationship with Charlie. It sort of came up in a conversation," Ginny replied. Dumbledore nodded again.

"Well, Miss Zaviera seems like a most trustworthy person, as she did not try to find anything else out about you. You would know if she did. You would be able to sense the information she was looking for. Miss Zaviera is an exceptionally powerful telepath, as I have sensed in my meetings with her. She rivals Miss Assante. I cannot think of who else could have found that information out. You are the only known Shai alive. Someone else must've told someone who is a spy for Voldemort. I will be investigating the matter. You may return to dinner, Miss Weasley. However, I would like you to send the rest of the Tremaine sisters here, Persephone," Dumbledore said. Seph cringed at the sound of her real name. She nodded and led Ginny out.

In the hallway, Ginny looked over at Seph.

"By the way, why do you hate your full name, Seph?" Ginny asked. Seph smirked.

"It runs in my family to be named after an ancient Greek god or goddess. Well, my mother's name is Demeter. My father's name is Zeus. In Greek mythology, Demeter had a daughter by Zeus. Her name was..."

"Persephone," Ginny said smiling. Seph smirked.

"Bingo. Well, Persephone, according to mythology, is the wife of Hades and goddess of the Underworld. Not exactly the greatest position to be in. She was said to be very beautiful. That is a plus. Hades, the god of the Underworld, and brother of her father, gave Persephone a pomegranate. When she ate it, it bound her to the Underworld forever. She had to stay in the Underworld with Hades for one-third of the year. Then she stayed with her mother. While Persephone was gone, Demeter, being the goddess of the harvest, made it cold so that nothing would grow. That is said to be the origin of winter. As to why I do not like my name, I do not like being associated with the Underworld. Plus, it makes me sound too much like a girly-girl. ANDM/i> since Persephone was beautiful, it would make me sound like some stupid bimbo. It also has way too any syllables, and many people tend to mispronounce it. You would be surprised how many times I have been called Per-si-phone. They say it like it is spelled," Seph said placidly. Ginny giggled a little.