Revenge
I panicked internally. The only thing that kept my going was all my years as Regina , all that Lordship Training that I extorted out of Malfoy (I’m gonna hurl if I remember that), and my Occulmency. I appeared in a room and practically got attacked the second I appeared. I should have paid more attention but I was getting used to the strange new world my Mage Sight was showing me.
Their Magic was much different from the one from home. Our Magic, at its simplest, was wisps of colors of varying shades, thickness, and transparency that mixed and mingled and changed. The Magic here wasn’t quite wisps of individual and unique colors but they were only four colors that mixed with each other but that was it. The colors were red, blue, green, and grey. Red sounded like the crackle of a fire, blue sounded like waves, green sounded like the swaying of leaves, and grey sounded like someone was sucking a straw.
I was so lucky that the rune circle protected me from their sudden attacks and that their attacks were elemental based or else I would have been so screwed. I took a breath, thanked Mother Magic for the unreal luck I rarely had, and stunned them.
The goal is to not hurt anyone. After doing that, I decided to take them with me, if only so no one else tried to attack me since I really didn’t know what was happening around me I didn’t need anyone flinging dangerous spells at me that I don’t know about. Jay might not approve but… using the Headmaster and - presumably - important people as faux-human shields to keep me safe was smart.
Dietrich would approve and he’ll help me convince Jay if I need to.
Seeing my boys after weeks was nice. It was really nice. I let Ten swing me around and I even let Nate call me Regina without getting angry. As I flipped through information about the world Nate gave me as well as the Shit ListTM, a few students were able to fight against my angry magic pulses and try to attack us but my boys (mainly Ten and Lu) took care of them with zeal. This world was really interesting.
“Okay. Now that I know what happened while I was gone, time to settle the score. Ten and Lu, you two can target the people with the potions I know Ten created while you were here. Jay, you will supervise the revenge.” I ordered.
“Really, Lyssie? You’ll let us?!”
“Yes.”
“Yes!”
“Lu, go get The Box!”
“... leave it to me, Lyssie.” Jay sighed with a blank stare, he looked as if he was going off into another war.
I didn’t know what The Box was but frankly, I didn’t want to know. I nodded as they ran off and turned to Dietrich and Nate.
“I want your honest opinion of this world and your time here.” I said, looking at them.
I didn’t want to base everything on my Clairvoyance, which only ever shows me the worst of what they went through. There could be good moments, I want to believe there were good moments.
Dietrich started speaking and my hopes were… not dashed but not met either. Jay, the sweetheart he was, didn’t have anything bad happen to him outside of some minor, traditional hazing, and ignorant people who didn’t know what they were talking about telling him that his friends weren’t his friends. Actually, that was mean.
“Jay shouldn’t be treated like that.” I muttered, “How about Ten and Lu?”
Nate took this time. He explained how Ten and Lu were kicked out of their dorm, bullied by their dormmates, almost physically assaulted a few times, and the list went on. I knew that Nate was (probably) exaggerating things and his innocent eyes were red flags but Dietrich wasn’t saying anything. He was actually nodding along, even if I could see that he was doing so reluctantly.
I guess Dietrich wants revenge too.
“I see.” I said as I made the Savanaclaw Dorm Head float towards me, he glared at me and I glared right back, “Well, Leona Kingscholar? Do you have anything to say for yourself? The people under your leadership have hurt not one, not two, but three of mine. That isn’t something I can take lightly, you know?”
“Tsk. If they had the power, they should have fought back.” Kingscholar said with false bravado, really convincingly too since the only way I knew it was because I was watching his colors.
Even if I knew it was all talk, my protective instincts were already on high alert for losing sight of my boys for six weeks so I flared my colors (beautifully dark colors), interrupting my measured pulses.
“My boys knew what they were doing, they knew how much they could take and how to weigh the risk of showing their hand against that. However. That does not excuse your people from doing what they did. My boys are mine, Leona Kingschalor. I will burn this world to the ground to make sure they are healthy and happy. Your people made them unhappy.” I leaned forward as I snarled at him.
“Ah, Lyssie!" Nate faked a swoon before asking, "What do you say about taking over this world as revenge?”
Dietrich sent a Stinging Hex at Nate and made me reremember why I love this boy so much.
I still hate that he swore to be my vessel house, damn it, I didn’t want to be some Liege Lord or whatever.
“Don’t tempt me, Nate. I told Ginny I wouldn’t.” I sighed, lending back into my chair, and floated Kingscholar away.
“Ah, thwarted by that goody-two-shoes again.” Nate sighed mournfully.
“Dietrich, continue.” I said, ignoring Nate.
Dietrich, the lovely boy, did explain his treatment. It was unnervingly familiar to his life before I decided to drag him around with me. I decided to skip the intimidation part and just tighten my grip on the Scarabia Dorm Head.
“Gah!” He exclaimed.
“Kalim!” A voice yelled, it was one of the students that Lu and Ten took care of.
“Jamil Viper. Do keep your mouth shut. You don’t want our dearest Lyssie’s temper to run even higher, do you? Especially since your Master is currently the target of her anger. Do try not to make things worse.” Nate said airily.
Viper quickly quieted down but there was some unreadable expression in his eyes that I chose to ignore.
Dietrich continued and talked about Nate’s treatment. It was actually the second tamest of the group in terms of physical bullying. However, they called him names and socially isolated him. Well, I doubt Nate minded the social isolation since he had the others so I won’t mind that but the names? That he was a heartless monster? I mean, there is something off about him but he was mine.
And no one says that about what’s mine.
“Hahaha, they even called me ‘Azul-junior’ like it was some kind of insult!” Nate laughed like the evil git he was as he approached the floating Dorm Head, zeroing in on the Octavinelle Dorm Head.
Dietrich looked at me but I just tilted my head. Let’s let Nate get this out of his system before he becomes a petty ass.
“I mean, it was an insult,” Nate said as he grabbed Ashengrotto’s face and pulled it towards his own with an evil grin, full of teeth, “that I was being compared to you like I was the lesser one.”
“Nate.” Dietrich warned.
Nate looked up and his grin shrunk into a smirk as he turned back to Ashengrotto, “Truly. I am worth more than this pathetic octopus who has no one. Lyssie did acknowledge me and has branded you as an enemy.”
Dietrich sighed, “Lys only has eight people, outside of her immediate family, that she calls hers.”
I didn’t know they held my opinion so highly. Well, I knew Dietrich did but Nate? Wait, he might just be saying this to get a ruse out of Ashengrotto. The poor guy did seem to be getting really angry and scared.
“Nate. Enough. Leave it to Ten, Lu, and Jay.” I said, trying to save the poor guy from further trauma, now I’m starting to feel bad.
Ah.
Right.
I stood up, “Right. I need to personally settle a score.”
I started walking, Dietrich and Nate following me on my right and left respectively as the Dorm Heads and… the still-silent Headmaster floated after us. Did I forget to cancel the silencing hex?
“Monsterous magical capacity comparable to- I can talk?” the Headmaster stopped muttering in surprise.
“Don’t make a ruckus or I’ll have you silenced again.” I ordered.
“... yes. Lady Weasley.” the Headmaster said demurely.
I turned around so no one saw my stiff smile. Why the hell did Dietrich make them call me that? I can’t even tell them to stop or else this intimidating aura thing I got going on would break!
As I walked down the hall, I passed many stunned people laying about the hall. A few of the earlier stunned people have gotten up and followed us. I think they were trying to be discrete about it but subtly really isn’t their strong suit. Jay, Lu, and Ten met up with us and my boys easily slipped into our usual formation.
Soon, we were in front of a chained door. To be nice and don’t cause collateral damage or to be dramatic.
“Bombarda!” Ten exclaimed with glee, blasting open the door.
I guess we’re being dramatic. Well, we are Slytherins after all, we were as dramatic as we were vain and we were very vain.
“The Mirror of Darkness! What are you-”
“I said I have a score to settle.” I cut the Headmaster off.
I glanced at Dietrich and Ten who nodded and they stopped, letting me continue walking until I was facing the large floating mirror. Was this the Evil Queen’s mirror, like in the fairy tales Snow White? Whatever, it didn’t matter. All that matters is that this mirror, this thrice-damned mirror, was the thing that took my boys away from me. It was this mirror that separated them and placed them into those dorms.
I glared at the mirror. On the outside, it looked like an ordinary antique mirror, albeit very ornate. However, my Mage Sight told a very different story. It wasn’t as bright or colorful as Alby or Harry but it was close and has a slightly darker undertone to its colors. Not dark like Tom’s diary but still, it felt close enough.
I’m surprised Dietrich didn’t smash the mirror to pieces.
Maybe he just didn’t realize?
Yeah. Probably.
He destroyed all of the Horcruxes with Fiendfyre with such glee that I think if I tell him about the mirror, he might shatter it.
I don’t want to be responsible for the loss of an important school artifact that’s this school’s equivalent of the Sorting Hat.
That doesn’t make me any less angry at it though.
“Are you going to keep pretending not to notice me? I know you’re awake, Mirror. Talk.”
The mirror wasn’t responding. As I expected, however, now that I knew it had colors, I could try something out. I let my own colors reach out, wrap around the colors of the mirror, and pull.
“Gah!”
Finally. I smirked.
Revenge.
It should have known better than to take my boys from me.
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Leona Kingscholar knows the feeling of being powerless very well. He knew how it felt to be hopeless and outclassed. He was the powerless Second Prince that everyone feared who could do nothing to change his station in life. All effort was hopeless so he shouldn’t even try, he was always, always going to be outclassed by his brother for the simple reason of the order of their birth.
However, this was different. This deep feeling of powerlessness and hopelessness didn’t come from knowing all effort was pointless. It came from somewhere deeper, it was a much more primal feeling.
Watching the girl, Guinevere (like fuck he was calling anyone a Lady in his own mind), take him and everyone else out, even the bastard Malleus, so easily shocked him. Watching her casually stroll down the hall like she was going on an afternoon walk while taking down every student she came across chilled him to the bone. If those spells weren’t just stunners…
Seeing the Rule Breaking Four plus Rookwood (it was a name that Riddle made up in a fit of rage and it stuck) rush over to the arguably monster in the form of a girl with such relief and joy gave him whiplash. Especially when the girl started smiling and laughing with them. Where was the ice bitch from a few moments ago?
Then, the girl transformed one of the tables into a leather chair and sat on it like it was a throne while the Rule Breakers surrounded her like they were at court. When Bastion introduced them to her, it all made sense. She was definitely from a noble and respected family, her barings scream royalty, or something very close. It also made sense for her to be surrounded like that as her inner circle.
Then… then it was like a damn trial. Guinevere put the entire school on trial for harming her people.
Leona… Leona doesn’t know if he should be shocked about how highly she regarded her people or dumbfounded that she would go so far for five people. Even if they were important, it was only five people.
It was fine until Wilkers threw in his two senses. He gave an exaggerated version of events about the two who ended up in his dorm with fake innocent eyes and suddenly it was like he was the bad guy. He wasn’t a good person but it wasn’t faire to push all the blame onto him, why was this guy out for his blood?
Ah… one of the Savanaclaw First Years tried to steal something from him back in October, right? Wilkers tried to get them punished the normal way before doing it himself after he told him he wouldn’t do anything. That explains it. Wilkers can seriously hold a grudge for a long time.
Bastion didn’t even try to hold him back like he usually did and that stone-faced guy would argue against Wilkers about the color of the sky. He had actually nodded along, albeit reluctantly.
“I see.” Guinevere said as she made Leona float towards her, he glared at her and she glared right back, “Well, Leona Kingscholar? Do you have anything to say for yourself? The people under your leadership have hurt not one, not two, but three of mine. That isn’t something I can take lightly, you know?”
“Tsk. If they had the power, they should have fought back.” Leona said with false bravado.
He didn’t know what else to say. The Dorm Policy was to have a hands-off approach when it came to things like this unless someone was targetting the dorm in general or someone was getting killed.
Suddenly, a heavy and dark flare came from the girl, freezing him. The flare interrupted the measured dark pulses she was giving off earlier. The pulses were bad, but, somehow, the flare felt even worse.
“My boys knew what they were doing, they know how much they could take and how to weigh the risk of showing their hand against that. However. That does not excuse your people from doing what they did. My boys are mine, Leona Kingschalor. I will burn this world to the ground to make sure they are healthy and happy. Your people made them unhappy.” Guinevere leaned forward as she snarled at him.
Burn down the world? She would go that far? Leona looked into the girl’s eyes and saw the depts of madness being thinly veiled by a mockery of sanity. Yes. This girl might actually burn this world down for those five.
If Leona ignored how scared (not that he’d admit it) he was, he thinks he had fallen in love with this girl.
He’d never marry her, let alone date her, that ice bitch was someone else’s problem if he had any say about it, but wasn’t it just natural to fall for someone who’s both strong and objectively pretty?
It was back at Afterglow, after all.
Leona kept watching as she tightened her grip on Kalim enough that he cried out in pain. It seems her patience died. Especially since she let Wilkers have free reign with Azul, that was going to leave a mental scar.
Then they left the cafeteria and started walking down the hall. He looked at the others, wondering what score was she trying to settle. No one had any idea. All the students who were no longer stunned discreetly followed them.
As the girl walked through the halls, the three who left to punish the people who wronged them rejoined them and fell into the same formation they were in when they were moving to sit down. Soon, they reached the locked doors that would lead to the Mirror Chamber. Harper blasted the doors down.
“The doors… how much will that cost…?” The Headmaster mourned his wallet before crying out in shock, “The Mirror of Darkness! What are you-”
“I said I have a score to settle.” Guinevere cut the Headmaster off.
“To put the cost of the doors to above the safety of the Mirror of Darkness in a dire situation like this…” Leona heard Riddle grumble.
Leona watched the five boys stop following the girl when they reached the steps while she continued walking until she was facing the large floating mirror. She stopped in from of the mirror and kept glaring at it.
“Are you going to keep pretending not to notice me? I know you’re awake, Mirror. Talk.”
The mirror wasn’t responding. Didn’t this girl know that the Mirror of Darkness is dormant until the-
“Gah!” The mirror screamed, the face appearing as the girl smirked.
Apparently, the girl could even scare ancient magical objects that were theorized to have belonged to the Greats.
“Hello, Sir. Mirror of Darkness. I have some words for you, so nice of you to finally show your face.” The girl said politely.
“I did not call thy here, tho have not been chosen by, I, the Mirror of Darkness. Please leave at once. I have no words for you.” The Mirror of Darkness said as the face started to fade away.
Guinevere’s smile became innocent but Leona could see the ice growing in her eyes. Ice that covered the veil of sanity that hid the madness dancing underneath. Her posture became more regal.
… ice bitch.
Leona turned his head, he couldn’t watch this.