|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 6, 2006 16:57:57 GMT -5
She smiled,"So.. Are you also here to see your daughter?"
|
|
|
|
Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 8:19:14 GMT -5
Harry gave a slight smile. "Oh, I think I might just pop in and see her, just to embarrass her," he said, changing his mind from the opinion it had held earlier. "I miss Hogwarts... I need to come here more often."
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 8:24:16 GMT -5
"You're more than welcome to come anytime you wish."
|
|
|
|
Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 8:31:16 GMT -5
"Thank you. I think I might take you up on that offer." Harry smiled, though his eyes fell once again on the large, marble tomb that stood near the lake.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 9:20:07 GMT -5
Odette followed his gaze, landing on the stone tomb of Dumbledore's. "He was a loved man. I miss him." she said, and looked away. She remembered the day he was buried, how long ago it was. It was a beautiful funeral, but she had left before everything was over. She sighed.
|
|
|
|
Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 13:43:35 GMT -5
"Mm," said Harry in reply. He was incapable of saying anything else, as his throat had suddenly become very tight and constricted.
Dumbledore had thrown away his chance of escape by making sure that he, Harry, stayed hidden. He still dreamt about that night in the cave when they had been searching for Voldemort's horcrux; still saw the mass of inferi rising from the water towards him, dragging him in; still heard Dumbledore pleading not to be given any more of that foul green potion that had weakened him and done God knows what else, but he had still poured it down Dumbledore's throat for nothing - the horcrux had not been there.
Harry hated the fact that he had been metres away from Dumbledore when he died, yet unable to do anything to stop the events happening in front of him.
Swallowing, he cleared his throat and nodded, saying softly, "I miss him too. Great man, Dumbledore." And suddenly he found a smile on his face - Hagrid had always used to say that, and apparently he had picked it up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 13:45:44 GMT -5
Odette looked back at Harry and smiled. "You picked that up from Hagrid didn't you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 13:56:29 GMT -5
Harry gave a small laugh at the fact that she had also realised the origin of his comment. "Yup. Guess he influenced me in more ways than I thought."
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 14:28:00 GMT -5
Odette chuckled lightly,"I seems that way. Have you ever talked to him? I would love to see him again."
|
|
|
|
Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 14:39:53 GMT -5
Macaria held flowers in her small hands as she walked toward the ivory tomb that held Professor Dumbledore's body. Well ... what was left of his body, that is. It was mostly just ashes inside that tomb, but that didn't matter. She had always been told that, when she arrived at Hogwarts, she should pay hommage to the man who had been her father's greatest adversary, other than Potter, of course. He had been a powerful and great wizard, and his memory should be respected. At least, that's what her mother told her. As most would have guessed, Macaria had never met her father. No ... he was no where to be found when she was growing up. Sometimes, Macaria wondered if her father was dead, and never coming back. Then why was she told to give the people of Hogwarts warnings and signs? It just ... didn't make sense. Sighing, she walked a little slower as she neared the tomb and kept her eyes on the ground, almost as a symbol of the mourning that was done here years ago.
When she reached the tomb, she lifted her head and dropped the snow-white daisies in her hands at the sight before her. Harry James Potter. Standing right there. Probably unaware of the presence of Riddle's youngest daughter. Her hand flew to her wand, instinctively, and she grabbed the flowers on the ground. Walking, almost pushing, between Potter and the girl, Macaria placed the flowers on the tomb and spun around, her blue eyes catching his emerald ones in a hard stare.
"Are you Harry Potter," she asked, innocently enough, wondering what his reaction would be.
|
|
|
|
Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 15:06:45 GMT -5
Harry smiled. "I've just been for a drink with him in the Three Broomsticks, actually. Send him an owl... I'm sure he'd-" he stopped, looking down as a small, blonde-haired girl moved between him and Odette to place some daisies on Dumbldore's tomb.
"Are you Harry Potter,"
He found himself unable to look away from her eyes, until a pain that felt like several pin-pricks all at once shot down his forehead and he blinked, averting his gaze instantly from hers. "Yes, I am," he said, giving the girl a small, friendly smile, but also feeling slightly confused, almost worried. He hadn't had a pain like that since... No, it was just a headache or something. He ignored it. "What's your name?" he asked in return to her question.
|
|
|
|
Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 15:23:14 GMT -5
Macaria kept her stare constant, not even blinking. She saw a flash of discomfort in his eyes as she tore his gaze from hers. That stupid scar must have been stinging him, and why wouldn't it? The daughter of Riddle was in his presence. Though, even after he had broken their stare, she did not move nor make any notion that she was aware that he'd dropped her gaze.
"Yes, I am."
A small, child-like smirk fell upon her pink lips at these words as he gave her a friendly smile. She knew it. She'd found him. Now ... what could she do to make the warning flare up in his system, while still keeping her alias known true? She couldn't have him know, just yet, who she was. For if he was to find out, there would be a major set-back in the plans she had.
"What's your name?"
Turning on the toes of her right foot, she cupped her hands behind her back and tried to look as innocent as possible. "Macaria," she said, simply, as if there was nothing else to be said. She caught his gaze, again, urging him to not look away this time.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 15:33:37 GMT -5
Odette watched the two,"Mr. Potter this is one of our new arrivals of the year. This is Macaria Phillips."
|
|
|
|
Post by ring_junkie on May 7, 2006 15:41:41 GMT -5
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Macaria."
She caught his gaze again, staring into his eyes with her blue ones, and Harry began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. At first, he had thought that she might have been a Malfoy, but now that Odette had introduced her as 'Philips' he was a little taken aback. What did he find so chilling about this little girl? He did not look away, determined this time to hold the eye-contact until he could no longer. His scar prickled again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 16:14:28 GMT -5
"Mr. Potter this is one of our new arrivals of the year. This is Macaria Phillips."
As Macaria heard the Headmistress speak to Harry Potter, she kept her gaze unmoving and her body as stiff as a board as she stared up at the man who had killed her father more than twenty years ago. She gave this thirty-seven-year-old man a hard stare that she knew she had never given anyone before. But, then again, this was her father's murderer. She hated him, and she wanted him dead. And, if all went right, she'd be one of the ones to take part in the death of the Great Harry Potter. And that, my friends, was worth more to Macaria than the lives of those in her family. She would kill them to get revenge on this man, and she would stop at nothing until his fate was met at her hands.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Macaria."
Nodding, she curtsied, quickly, and kept her gaze steady, knowing that she would never break it before him. "It's a pleasure to meet someone of your talent, Mister Potter. An honour to come face-to-face with the man who brought upon the destruction of Voldemort," she spoke her father's name without fear nor any sign of uncomfort, and watched the emerald eyes of the man before her for any sign of discomfort.
|
|
