Dirty Blood

Chapter 5

I closed my eyes against the cool wind, whispers of winter all throughout. Nightshadow nipped my finger affectionately. "Māzigon ilie arlī. Se jelmio, ziry iksos refreshing iksos ziry daor? Sometimes, nyke jaelagon nyke could sōvegon hae ao kostagon," I said quietly, the words slipped off my tongue like smooth honey. The owlery was quiet this morning. I didn't wish to disturb the owls, or the peace. I pulled my letter out of my pocket and strapped it to Nightseekers leg, using a bright red ribbon.

"Maghagon bisa naejot muñnykeā nightseeker, ȳdra daor ivestragī kepa sylugon naejot keligon ao, ziry's nykeā real stickler sometimes"

"Enya?" Harry asked, he mustve come up while I was talking to Nightseeker. "What are you doing here?"

"Sending a letter to my mother," I said, gesturing for Nightseeker to take off, she rubbed her beak against my cheek before she left. "What are you doing here?"

"Sending a letter to my godfather-"

"Sirius Black?" I asked, already knowing the answer, I raised my eyebrow and wrapped my coat around myself tighter.

"How?-" Harry said, his eyes widened with alarm, and surprise.

"Being the most powerful family in the wizarding world does have its perks," I said, tucking a strand of white hair behind my ear.

"Well I suppose." Harry sighed. "You wont tell anyone will you?" Harry asked quietly.

"Of course I won't Harry" I said assuredly.

"What language were you speaking? Earlier, to your owl?" Harry said, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Old Valyrian, The dragon tongue." I said smiling and starting down the stairs back to my dorm.

"That was a lie, Harry," Hermione said sharply over breakfast. I put my fork down and looked in between them, what was a lie? "You didnt imagine your scar hurting and you know it?"

"Your scars hurting?" I said, aware of what exactly this meant, Father was getting closer to a true form.

Harry looked at me strangely, I didn't know what the look meant, but it reminded me of suspicion. "So what?" He said, looking at Hermione again. "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me."

"Drop it," Ron said sharply to Hermione, I narrowed my eyes at him, no one gets to speak to Hermione like that.

I created a routine in my head for the next few weeks. Except it wasnt really a routine, at all, the only things that stayed the same during those few weeks were my classes. I got closer to Harry, and Hermione, Ron not so much. He always glared at me, suspicion clear, as if he expected me to go home and tell my entire family his secrets.

To my immense surprise Moody fell so far off his rocker that he decided to use the Imperius Curse on children.

"But— but you said it was illegal, professor," Hermione said uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a wave of his wand, leaving a wide empty space in the classroom. "You said to use it against another human was —"

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," Moody growled, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way- when someones putting it on you to control you completely. Fine by me, you're excused. Off you go."

He pointed one gnarled finger at the door. Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning she wanted to leave.

Moody began to beckon students over and put the Imperius Curse on them. I watched with disgust as each and everyone of my classmates were under the complete control of a mad teacher. No one had succeeded in fighting it off yet, it was pathetic really.