Chapter 13: The New Plan

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Chapter 13: The New Plan

"Is it done?" Voldemort asked from his chair. Chaylse stood behind him, her head lowered.

"Yes," she replied quietly. She handed him the parchment she'd stolen. Voldemort looked at it and nodded. Giovanna stood against the wall in the room. When Chaylse left, she glared at Voldemort with all the anger her face could show. He sighed when he saw the look on her face.

"What is your displeasure now, woman?" he asked, slightly annoyed. Giovanna raised an eyebrow.

"First of all, my name is not woman, Tom. I have a name, and I expect you to call me by it. Second, was it really necessary that you had to kill the Onsu woman?" Giovanna asked. Voldemort sighed deeply again and looked away from her.

"Why are you questioning me, Giovanna? Do you not believe that I made the right choice?" Voldemort asked, standing. Giovanna watched him intently as he slowly began coming forward.

"No, I do not believe you made the right choice. I just wish I knew your logic for killing her. You could have just attacked her. Her blood did not need to be spilled. It was senseless to do that. You also risked the exposure of that Tremaine girl." Giovanna noticed that Voldemort was still advancing on her. She glanced at him with a questioning look upon her face. She backed up into the wall just as he reached his hand out for her. Her head slammed against the wall as his fingers closed around her neck tightly. "What the hell are you doing? Let go of me. You're hur..." She squirmed under him. Voldemort leaned in close to her.

"If you ever question me again, Giovanna, I will start to believe that you will betray me. I cannot have traitors in my midst. So, if I even suspect you of treason, I will not hesitate to kill you," Voldemort said. Giovanna's eyes narrowed considerably, and she stopped struggling.

"You would really kill the mother of your children?" she inquired in a rather scary voice. Voldemort's fingers began to grow hot on her neck. Giovanna felt a burning sensation and tried to get his hands off of her. Voldemort smiled at her pain. Giovanna growled something in French. "I do not believe you would," she said in a hoarse voice, obviously straining. Voldemort leaned in next to her ear.

"Believe it," he whispered. Then Giovanna's scream filled the air.

At Hogwarts, Ava's eyes popped open. A voice that could've only been her mother's was in her mind. She was screaming. But why? Sitting up, Ava realized that she had an hour before she was supposed to be on the pitch. Sighing, she got up, decided to get ready, and go sit in the common room. When Ava arrived at the common room, she felt a little dizzy. Suddenly, she could hear seemingly everyone's dreams. Shaking her head, she managed to block out the noise. She saw a body sitting in an armchair by the fire. By the slick blond hair, she knew exactly who it was.

"Why are you up so early, Draco?" Ava asked. Draco didn't even flinch. This was surprising to Ava, as she was exceptionally good at stealth and always seemed to scare Draco and the others when she snuck up on them.

"If you're thinking about why I didn't jump, I felt you in my mind when you entered the room. You're starting to lose a little bit of control on that, aren't you? Ava, the Telepathic Scholar and Queen of Espionage," Draco taunted, still looking at the fire. Ava smirked and sat down next to him.

"Since we heard about Professor Onsu, my mind has been on the fritz. I cannot seem to control what I read or hear any longer. It just all comes at once, and it comes against my will. I do not know why it is happening. Aurora said she feels the same way sometimes. Occasionally, Harry will complain. Since he throws off training, he is not really affected by it. The only good thing that came of Onsu's death was that now we do not have to stay outside. I feel really bad for her sister and brother. Aislin told me that she was getting married to some poor bloke..." Ava seemed to be trying to think about what his name was.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt. He's an Auror that works for the Order. Rather nice chap, too. I feel a bit sorry for him. Tell me something, Ava," Draco said, still not looking at her.

"What is it?"

"How did you read the sky like that to tell that Onsu had died before you even knew it?" Draco asked. Ava looked over into the fire.

"I can just read things like that. I guess it is just a weird kind of Divination. My mother taught me when I was younger that everything can be written in the sky. All you need to do is just look. No, I am not a Seer or anything. I just learned to read the colors and stars of the sky," Ava said. Draco nodded.

"Sounds pretty creepy if you ask me," He snorted out. Ava threw a pillow at him.

"Everything sounds creepy to you, Draco."

Out on the pitch, everyone was sluggishly standing there, looking at the four Magi. Aiko looked very solemn.

"Well, you will not be training with us for three days," she said quietly. Everyone's eyes widened considerably.

"What?" Harry asked. He looked utterly shocked.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Our presence has been requested at Catriona's funeral. A lot of important people will be there. We are needed to protect them in case of any Death Eater activity. The parchment that was stolen will lead them to Catriona's funeral," Cye said.

"How would the parchment know that Professor Onsu was dead?" Luna asked.

"The parchment was enchanted to change into different messages in case it got into the wrong hands. It is now in the wrong hands. Now, it probably says that the Ministers and Mistresses for Magic will be meeting at the Ministry of Magic three days from now. So, that is where we will be waiting for them," Darien said. The students nodded. Ava narrowed her eyes, thinking very hard. Cye noticed the incredulous look on her face.

"Something to say, Ava?" she asked. Ava's head snapped up. Suddenly, her mind was filled again with the voices of practically everyone around her. As Ava shook her head, Cye looked a little worried. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" Ava looked back over at Cye.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I just have a really bad feeling about this," Ava mumbled. Cye nodded.

"I can assure you that nothing will happen here. We do expect you, though, to be on your guard as if something was going to happen here. The Ministers and Mistresses for Magic will be here tomorrow for the meeting and staying over into the next day. That is when we will return. The others will be here tomorrow, also. You may go inside now and get breakfast," Ferris said. Everyone nodded and started walking towards the castle.

Ava was the last person off of the pitch. She paused suddenly and turned around. There was nothing behind her but snow and the goalposts. She couldn't possibly have heard what she'd just heard. She can only hear voices within a certain distance when her mind did it against her will. HE was all the way back in the castle. Shaking off her suspicion, she ran to catch up with the others. When she caught up beside Aurora, Aurora leaned over to her.

"You felt it too?" she asked. Ava looked at her and nodded.

"He couldn't possibly be out there. He's in bed," Ava said. Aurora nodded, but still looked a bit skeptical. They didn't say anything else on the subject.

Tommy sighed and slid down the goalpost. He was almost caught as he let his guards down for a moment to block his sister out. Now, he had to figure out a way to beat them back to the dormitory. He stood up decided to take the long way where no one would see him. He just had to be very quick about it.

When Tommy arrived in the dormitory, he immediately undressed and dried his tracks up and boots off. He then flung himself into his bed right before Harry, Ron, and Neville entered. Dean and Seamus were still snoring loudly. Tommy closed his eyes. When he heard Ron, Harry, and Neville leave again, he sat up and went to his desk. Pulling out a piece of parchment, he wrote a quick letter.

Nicola sat outside, drinking a cup of tea on the porch of the Riddle house. She saw a plain brown owl flying towards her at a pretty high speed. The bird, unsuspecting of the barrier around the property, flew right into it. Sighing, Nicola got up and walked over to the fallen owl. Picking up the letter, she gave the owl a piece of the bacon she'd been eating. The letter was addressed to Giovanna. Walking in the house, she threw the letter on the table in front of Giovanna.

Giovanna was rubbing her neck. Her curly hair was rather wild and covered most of her face. Nicola could only see her lips. Giovanna looked down at the letter.

"For me?" she asked. Nicola sighed.

"It is addressed to you, is it not?" she asked rhetorically. Giovanna snarled something and Nicola smiled. Bellatrix sat across from her, watching her every move. Giovanna just stared at the letter.

"Well, aren't you going to open the bloody thing?" Bellatrix asked. Giovanna glared at her through her hair. Nicola sat down next to her sister. Giovanna opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of parchment. The handwriting was sloppy and obviously rushed, but she knew whom it was from. She read it silently.

Mama,

Tomás

Giovanna sighed and folded the letter back up. Nicola took another sip of her tea.

"So what did it say?" she asked Giovanna. Giovanna picked up a quill that was lying on the table and began twirling it in her hair. Once her thick curls were in a ball, she stuck the quill down hard into the ball, and her hair stayed in position. Nicola shook her head. "I will never understand how you do that."

"When you take care of two wild toddlers, it becomes necessity to be able to put your hair up that quickly. It's really not that hard. The letter was from Tomás. He said that the meeting is actually at Hogwarts, not the Ministry in London. We need to tell Tom that the plans have changed." Giovanna started to stand up. Nicola then noticed her sister's neck. She pulled her back down to her seat. "Nic, what are you doing?" she asked, looking a bit bewildered. Nicola frowned as she looked at her sister's neck.

"What happened?" Nicola asked sternly. Giovanna rubbed her neck.

"Nothing. I just got a little careless when I was hot curling my hair with my wand," she lied. Giovanna's neck was littered with bruises and burn marks. Nicola examined the marks closer.

"Vanna, he touched you, didn't he?" Nicola asked. Giovanna didn't look at her sister. Nicola slammed the cup down on the table and stood up.

"No! Nic, wait!" she yelled and went after Nicola.

Nicola burst into the room where Voldemort was talking to Consuelo and Lucius. They all looked at her. Nicola looked at the other two men.

"Get out," she said in a deadly tone. They didn't waste any time and left immediately. When they were gone, Nicola waved her hand, and the door slammed shut behind them. Giovanna ran into the door just as it locked.

"Damn it," she swore.

Voldemort stood up and looked at Nicola. She seemed to be in a bit of a rage. He started to walk forward, but instead, he went flying into the wall not far from him. Before he could move again, Nicola had her long, sharp nail pushing into his throat. Voldemort smirked.

"Are you going to kill me, Nicola?" Voldemort asked, snickering a little. Nicola pushed the nail in harder, almost to the point of drawing blood.

"If you ever touch my sister again, I will do something that I should've done ages ago, Tom," Nicola said in a serious tone. Voldemort cackled again.

"And what, pray tell, might that be?" he asked. Nicola pushed even harder. This time, a little blood trickled down his neck. Nicola smirked.

"Ah; he bleeds. I will do something that you might consider unbearably horrific, Tom. Vanna may have some sort of attraction to you, but, thank Merlin, I do not. You don't know everything about me, Tom. That includes the fact that you don't know the extent of my power. Do not test me. If I ever see Vanna's neck looking like that again, I will burn something that I'm sure every guy would miss off the way you burned Vanna's neck. Then, I will feed it to Nyoka." Nicola released his neck. Then she turned and left the room. Giovanna was leaning against the wall, still rubbing her neck.

"You didn't have to do that, Nic," she mumbled. Nicola whirled on her sister, her red braid swinging from one shoulder to the next. Giovanna took a step back as Nicola advanced on her.

"You shouldn't let him touch you like that, Vanna. Don't give him another reason for him to feel superior over you. You're better than that. Regardless of how much you make me sick, you are still my sister, and I'm the only one who can inflict damage upon you and get away with it," Nicola said. Giovanna nodded. Nicola smiled a little, then turned and walked off. Giovanna watched her until she turned the corner and then went in the room. She gave Voldemort the note Tommy had sent. He read it silently and nodded.

"What are you going to do?" Giovanna asked. Voldemort looked thoughtfully at the fire for a moment.

"Attack both places at once. All the Aurors and the Magi plan on being in one place, right? So, if we hit both places, they won't be able to go to Hogwarts because they will be defending the Ministry," Voldemort said. Giovanna nodded.

"I guess you're right on that one."

"We will attack tomorrow." Voldemort smiled evilly.

Back at Hogwarts, Draco was shooting arrows at different fruits that Harry was throwing up. Ron, Neville, and Tommy were watching.

"So, Malfoy, what's with you and Aurora?" Ron asked, eating a chocolate frog. Draco looked at him and shot the arrow just as Harry threw an apple up. Although Draco wasn't looking, he still managed to hit the apple in the center.

"What do you mean what's with us?" he asked with an unpleasant look on his face. Ron smiled, knowing he'd just struck a nerve.

"Well, you two used to swoon over each other. Now, all of a sudden you act like you each have some kind of disease. You barely ever talk to each other anymore. So, what is with you two?" Ron asked. Draco flinched a little bit, trying his hardest not to punch him. Ron knew of Draco's conflict between hitting him and not hitting him. He smiled slyly.

"Mind your business, Weasley. It doesn't concern you what Aurora and I are going through," Draco said. He shot an arrow at a tree, barely missing Harry's head. Harry actually felt the air being displaced as it flew past him. He turned and looked at it. The arrow was lodged rather deeply in it.

"Well, that was a pretty good shot."