Dark Sister

Chapter 3 Begging Dog

Four years later Eden was spending Christmas break at Grimold Place with her adopted family. She was happy with her magical education thus far and never seemed to take her nose out of the books. On realizing how much his daughter wished to learn and to please him, Voldemort would always send her large thick expensive and often old books for her to read and learn from.

With the aid of those books she had learned several spells, curses, and enchantments that she found most useful. One of her favorite enchantments was one that would protect her wand from theft and another that was old magic that would prevent her wand from ever being jinxed from her grip during a duel. She was just reading up on the dueler's enchantment when she heard her bedroom door creak open.

"I wouldn't touch what does not belong to you," she said without turning from her book. Sirius ignored his older sisters warning and reached for her wand on the small table beside her chair. Before he could wave the wand at her back smoke started to curl from between his fingers and the wand began to get hot in his hand. He screamed in shock and pain as the wand burst into flames and threw the wand into the fireplace hoping to destroy it.

This was a mistake on his part. The wand stopped just as it was about to land in the crackling fire, extinguished itself and flew into Eden's open hand. "You're not allowed to do magic outside of school," screeched Sirius as he held his burned hand close to his chest.

"I know that, but apparently, you do not," said Eden as she pulled a small vial out of her robe pocket and approached her eleven year old brother.

Sirius tried to run from the room as Eden grabbed the wrist of his burned hand, and started screaming for his mother to help him. "Calm down Sirius, I'm not going to hurt you," soothed Eden as she uncorked the vial of potion. "I did warn you not to touch my wand. You would think that being since you have your own, that you wouldn't mess with mine," she said as she pulled his hand away from his chest and examined it carefully.

"I was only trying to hide it from you," admitted Sirius as he winced in pain. "Well than you've learned a valuable lesson about what could happen if you steal what does not belong to you, haven't you," she asked? "What is that," he asked as he stopped her from pouring the strange purple liquid onto his burned hand?

"This little brother is a potion that I made in school just in case you or Regulus decided to play with my wand. I promise that it works and it won't hurt you, now open your hand," she ordered. Sirius opened his burned hand and watched apprehensively as Eden poured the entire contents of the vial onto his palm. "This better not turn my ruddy hand purple," he said with a scowl on his face.

Eden shook her head and smiled wickedly at her brother. "Sirius rest assured that if I wanted to make you change colors that I would not stop with your hand. Furthermore I would choose the one color that I know would bug you the most," she said as she watched the potion start to work. Sirius looked down at his hand to see that the potion had turned into a gel substance and stuck to all of the burned places on his hand.

"It feels cold, and it's stopped hurting," he said in amazement. "Of course it has you idiot," said Eden as she tenderly wrapped his hand in a strip of gauze bandage that she had taken from another pocket in her robes. "I hope that I never have to use this potion on you again," she said as she walked from the room leaving him standing there in stunned silence.

Later that day during lunch Walburga noticed the bandage on Sirius's hand. "Sirius what happened to your hand," she asked as she passed a plate of sandwiches to him? "Go ahead and tell mum what you did," said Eden from behind her Potions textbook as she stabbed at her salad. "Um, I, um," stammered Sirius. He knew that his parents would not be pleased that he had attempted to take and hide Eden's wand as a joke. He was already on thin ice with them because he was placed into Gryffindor house instead of Slytherin, not that he had any choice in the matter.