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   The Lucy Potter Septet   
      
   Book Five   
   Lucy Potter and the Terran Dragonrider   
      
   by   
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   Copyright 6176 SC   
      
      
      
   Chapter One   
      
   Lucy Potter was a girl of extraordinary sensitivities. To the realities of   
   being a teenage girl, trying to find her place in the world, encumbered with   
   the mysterious powers of witchcraft yet, at the same time, not 100% certain   
   that she should at all be    
   such a thing as a practicing witch, no matter how appealing such a thing might   
   be to her person, her family and her legacy, Lucy Potter could not be anything   
   but sensitive to the community of witches at one end, who seemed to accept   
   her, somewhat, yet a    
   halfblood, in the end, was still a halfblood, and the big bad world of Melrose   
   High School and the broader community which, although they might not so much   
   shun witches as in the days of old, had yet to fully expand their thinkings to   
   the point of full    
   acceptance. Sure, nobody cared, really, as the motto went - but it didn't mean   
   such a lifestyle was welcomed into homes, social groups and other important   
   communities, sometimes necessary to the functioning of a full and healthy   
   life. Yet her genuine    
   instincts and intuitions of great perceptive ability were more keen to life   
   than just such social aspects - there was a keen sense of the divine power   
   which ran through the cosmos - the spirit of God - to which she also showed   
   much allegiance and    
   devotion.   
      
   And it was to the spirit of El Shaddai himself, this fine Saturday morning,   
   she was praying in a tiny little group of 3 souls, in a house in Belconnen in   
   Canberra, apparently a rental of Aaron Goodsell, a holiday house of sorts,   
   were she, Aaron and    
   Daniel Daly, were currently praying, and sitting calmly, in the glow of an   
   informal first or second or such Haven Noahide Fellowship meeting. It was   
   understood - she was a Noahide, and genuinely interested in the Karaite   
   approach to Noahidism, but she    
   was not joining Haven, as such. Just taking a little bit of an interest at   
   this time of life.   
   'Maybe in latter years, Daniel,' she had suggested to him. 'I just want a   
   visit or two at this stage, in my youth. Nothing more than that. Maybe later,   
   when I'm older, and thought through a lot of things.... Maybe then I will even   
   give you a committment    
   of regular attendance. But not now.'   
   'And that is all I could possibly hope for, dear Lucy,' said Daniel. And the   
   meeting finished, and they went their seperate ways, but the Children of Haven   
   was not for Lucy just quite yet. Not just quite yet.   
      
   * * * * *   
      
   'Ocularis Deprivus', shouted Lucy, and the 5 foot rat in the back yard of   
   Minoxxia suddenly turned blind, unable to find its prey. The rat scurried   
   around here an there, and Lucy then cast a freeze spell on it and it sat   
   there, unmoving, very soon dead.   
   'Dumbass bitch,' spoke a voice from out on the front road, just to the   
   north-west of where she was standing. She turned and looked. 'Lucifer!' she   
   exclaimed. 'What the hell do you want.'   
   He was on a Harley Davidson, smoking a ciggie, and decided in his heart, what   
   the fuck. He got off his bike, parked it, and walked down the driveway, coming   
   to just in front of Lucy, who was standing there, wand raised, ready to cast a   
   spell on her    
   vilest enemy. She looked at Shelandragh May, who was inside, drinking a cup of   
   tea, watching them. She indicated with her head, but Shelandragh looked at   
   Lucifer who smiled at her, sipped on her tea, and did nothing.   
      
   Lucy turned to him and lowered her wand. 'What do you want, Lucifer.'   
   'Your a dumbass bitch,' said Malfoy. 'You know, Lucy. You could make it a lot   
   easier on yourself. You know what Alexander wants. What Damien wants. A simple   
   and happy transaction. A calm arrangement. Make it easy on yourself, and we   
   will leave you alone    
   forever. You have our words.'   
   'The word of a cretin like you is something I can live without.'   
   The back door opened and Shelandragh stood there. 'Would you like a cup of   
   tea, Mr Malfoy?'   
   Lucifer shrugged, and took off his leather jacket, coming up to Shelandragh,   
   winking at her, and walking past her to sit inside the kitchen.    
   Lucy came up to Shelandragh. 'What the hell is your problem, Shelly.'   
   Shelandragh looked at her young pupil. 'He's a wizard, you know. And in the   
   world of witchcraft, despite the millions of lessons I have given you on   
   morality, sometimes those in the craft simply need to bite their lips and   
   accept some of the harsher    
   realities of life.'   
   'Which means?' asked a perplexed Lucy Potter.   
   'That we give our guest some tea, some Tim Tams, and listen to his ramblings   
   for a few days.'   
   'Good grief,' said Lucy, and followed Shelandragh inside.   
      
   'Your disgusting Lucifer,' were Lucy's words as Lucifer took the entire packet   
   of Tim Tam's offered to him, sat there, dunking them in the tea, and ate the   
   lot within a few minutes.   
   'You'll get fat,' said Lucy.   
   'Now Lucy. Is that any way to speak to our guest?'   
   Lucy glared at Lucifer, who glared back, seemingly in a jovial mood.   
   'Can you put an Irishman up for the night?' asked Lucifer, in a mock Irish   
   accent.   
   'Your not Irish,' said Lucy instantly.   
   'But, to be sure, Luna Lovegood loves the accent. Tells me all the time.'   
   'We can certainly put you up for the night Mr Malfoy. It would be my pleasure.'   
   'Ta. And some good tucker would be fab, Miss May.' Lucifer, just finishing off   
   the last caramel Tim Tam, burped.   
   Lucy said 'Pig,' and Lucifer grinned madly at her.   
      
   'Would you like some more Tim Tam's?' Shelandragh asked Lucifer.   
   'Do you have any of those Monte Carlo's?' asked Lucifer.   
   'I'll just check,' said Shelandragh, and went off to the cupboard.   
   **   
   Lucy sat there, staring daggers at Lucifer, shaking her head constantly.   
   'Unbelievable,' she said after a while, and when Shelandragh returned, handed   
   Lucifer the entire pack of Monte Carlo's, almost hissed at him as he started   
   on them as well.   
   'Heaven's above, Shelandragh,' said Lucy, looking at their pig of a guest.   
   'He'll eat us out of house and home.'   
   Shelandragh looked at Lucifer devouring the biscuits and said, 'Even Lucifer   
   watches his weight, Lucy. He's probably just hungry.'   
   Lucifer burped again, and Shelandragh watched him, like a fascinating zoo   
   exhibit, the beast devouring its prey.   
      
      
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