Quisling

The Dragon

Chapter one

The cloaked streets of London had never seemed so peaceful.

The cross roads clear of traffic and shops still closed. For the first time I felt as if I could breathe in the fresh air and not be forced to hold my smile. No one was around to see me falter as a Lady; No one around us cared if my manners lacked.

I had spent the worst part of my life here and now I felt the twinge of nostalgia; a lone tear beckoning to be set free.. The cobblestone path was drenched in age and memories, and I had to remind myself it was far too late to become sentimental.

After all, only handful of the memories were pleasant..

Father and Mother stood close by the magic carriage- Backs turned to me. Father's foot tapped inconsistently on the paved road. A nerve inducing thud with every drop of his leather boots. I wanted to offer a little comfort- something to give him peace amidst the chaos and confusion I brought upon our once dull lives.

"Still yourself".. I heard mother hiss, just low enough for me to question my ears. Mother was not as ignorant on matter as she seemed- Her lips still curled into a blank smile, something that could easily convert if someone were to catch us out at this hour. Heaven forbid someone were to question the good Blackwood name. Then Professor Fig appeared- Startling my already nervous Parents.

"He should be here.." Professor Fig paced, his wand packing away my personal affects in one sweep. For the past three months we spent all of our days training tirelessly, I had grown quite accustomed to Figs mannerisms. I'd go as far as to say I was fond of the tired man.. But even so I found his sudden lack of patience disheartening.

"Who exactly are we waiting for Professor.." I requested. The man did not answer. He merely tapped my shoulder, a heavy hand against the brown overcoat Father just purchased. Suddenly the answer to my question popped in- A smile plastered on his face.

"George!" Professor Fig grinned, his arms embracing his friend. I had heard little of George Osric, the only knowledge coming to mind was his profession; An associate of the Ministry of Magic. Fit was not the sorts to express his interests in others, I'd be surprised if my name ever made it into any of his letters..

"Eleazar! How are you?" They began to chatter, leaving me to say my goodbyes. It was still difficult to look them in eyes- I knew this must all feel like a betrayal.

I looked towards mother- A woman of solid faith and flaming amber hair, much like my own. The grace in her stormy eyes was lost on me.. Not that she was ever an affectionate person to begin with. But today she seemed particularly distant- My hand stuttering as I reached for her.. Just to be left cold.

"I'll write.." I managed to say, Father nodding in response before they both set off. I stayed there for a moment, the childish part of me longing for them to turn back.

"They'll come around." Professor Fig pulled on my shoulder, his warm eyes challenging the chill in my heart... He had become more like a Father to me than my own- And I selfishly attached myself to him. He had lost his wife before we met and I knew he also was using my company as a surrogate of sorts. In short we relied upon one another. Even with his curtness, I grew fond of his ways.

As we stepped into the Carriage, Osric took a final look through the roads- As if something was looking back. But I felt nothing but the chill of September, and the warmth of a new beginning.

"So tell me.. Who do we have here?" George Ostric smiled warmly. The carriage lifted effortlessly into the air, and I braced myself for the journey. I hadn't the slightest idea when the conversation began to include me but in part I was grateful. The skies moved far too quickly and I could feel part of my breakfast climbing its way up my throat.