Cliché Twenty-One: Blood Magic

As the Malfoy family hosts this year's Autumn Equinox Extravaganza – also known as The Adults Need an Excuse to Get Together and Commiserate/Drink/Gossip – Daisy is taking full advantage to use their library. One of the great things about opening the Black library for children to read and hang out on her birthday means every other magical family has to do the same during events. Aren't the Blacks so gracious to let other families read some of their secrets? Aren't the Malfoy's and Notts and yahdy yadda so great for doing the same? Oh, those children are so lucky, aren't they?

"What kind of crap is this?" Zaria sneers in her whispered voice but perfect smile doesn't falter.

Daisy snatches the book and snorts at the title. She slides back 'The Filth of Creature Families' and pulls out a better one. "If you can find proof of the elusive Malfoy's-are-Veela-Decedents, let me know. I would love to rub it in if Draco ends up with a creature inheritance."

"I might even duplicate it," Zaria says, strolling over to the corner couch with a wave and a dome of magic settling over her. Don't look this way, forget I'm here.

Daisy obliges and makes her own dome. She walks silently past the books Hermione and Theodore are pouring over, and skirts around the quiet argument between Flora and Hannah. Once a bit deeper into the library, she expands her don't notice me, I'm not here, move along and settles down to pry out floorboards. Rattle stirs a bit against her chest, but it knows why she's irritated and doesn't want to bring attention. Locket is still in time-out back home.

Dear Diary,

It has come to my attention that Tom Marvolo Riddle 'Junior' – AKA Moldy-Shorts – is either a certified idiot or certifiably insane. No one can tell because his Matron didn't have him tested.

I'm going to stop you there. Name-calling is uncouth.

And you are the world's biggest idiot.

There is an ink blotch that quickly fades into stiff handwriting. You are hurting my feelings.

You are probably the luckiest idiot, too. I've recently had a chat with another of your Horcruxes and since his answer pissed me off, I'm imparting the lesson I taught him onto you:

DON'T EVER USE BLOOD MAGIC

I fail to see how I am lucky or an idiot. I work hard and smart in all I do. What is the problem with blood magic? I realize it is illegal, but that's because there was a rise of muggle massacres during ritual seasons.

Look, I get it. You had basic human – DON'T INTERRUPT – extremely basic lessons in human biology before magic users said screw this you don't need it here's a blood replenishing potion. However, I have lost all faith in your ability to preform any ritual involving fluids or body parts simply because YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR BLOOD TYPE.

I have magic blood. No creature inheritance in my history and any rituals which I used blood- are you laughing?

The ABO blood type you imbecile.

I don't appreciate the name calling. However, I will admit I do not understand what an ABO blood type is.

I Don't Appreciate All My Planning Going to Waste. There are different blood types and getting the proper one can save your life. In the cases of blood magic, its what makes everything work. I can't wait for Doctor Who to come out again and give a perfectly good example why blood type matters.

I don't see how there can be different blood for magic users. We all access magic the same.

You hypocrite.

Excuse me?

Your whole murder gang was for the pure blood society. Pure. Blood.

That's because muggles should be eradicated.

Did you just stab me?

If you don't start smartening up, you crazy seventeen-year-old pile of angst and hormones, I'm going to start doing more than stabbing your pages with a pen.

Then please explain to me why you think types of blood matter for blood magic.

They DO. You can't perform a spell that uses A blood on a person with type B. That's why blood magic is considered finicky, because only those with the universal donor type can use their blood magic on everyone. Also, every ritual to revive a person or thing or create a body, it all involves blood magic! It has nothing to do with who's parents are generations of inbred magic users or not. Not really. Blood Type Matters.

So, in order to get a body of my own, I would have to poses someone with the same blood type I had? That seems unlikely.

It's why you haven't been able to possess any Malfoy. And that's not including any factors like skin, bone marrow, gender, etc. The reason we're compatible is because I'm a universal donor. Which is lucky for you.

I don't see how, as you won't let any of my soul possess you.

She adds a crude drawing. That means my brother is a universal donor.

I fail see how that is important.

In another place in space-time you were able to drag yourself into another body. The Father, Servant, Enemy ritual.

Ah, yes. I know the one.

It's stupid.

It works.

Not very well. There are so many other rituals that require less effort and less variables.

Those all include blood from an enemy willingly taken.

Your point?

My enemies would never give me their blood without being under mind control.

So he was stupid and conceited as a teenager. Good to know. You consider non-magical people your enemies, correct?

Yes.

And you have heard of blood drives, correct?

…

You see where I'm going with this.

He doesn't write back.

Oh, going to ignore me now? Because someone pointed out a better plan?

Still nothing.

Fine. Goodbye.

She hides the book back under the floorboards and returns to the children. After taking food requests, she sneaks downstairs and steals deserts from the adult table. Its by chance that she passes a window with the other kids playing Quidditch. Daisy pops out to take a few deep breaths and calm herself.

Stupid Riddle not knowing his blood type. Now she has to find a way to dig through the government and hospital copies on orphans from ages ago to find his information. Its really not worth it at this point, and she might just hold off giving Locket a body until she feels like digging for that information.

Raddle hesitantly pokes at her chest. Daisy unconsciously rubs circles on it as she watches her brother do flips in the air. Then she notices the food in her other hand and thinks she should go inside.

Harry dives down and flies low beside a girl with blonde hair. They practice passing the ball back and forth until she's comfortable to play Chaser on the team. His smile is bright and happy, and he waves at Daisy when he catches her staring.

Daisy waves back, fond smile on her own face. She heads back inside this time.

"What's with that look?" Theodore asks when she passes him his requested sandwich.

"We're all growing up," Daisy says airily, breezily. "One day we're practising riding on brooms, the next we're professional curlers."

Theodore's got his 'she be crazy but whatever' while Hermione looks up with wide eyes and asks, "Olympics?"

"If we want."

"What are Olympics?" Hannah asks.

Zaria laughs loudly and unheard in her corner, Hermione gasps with horror that they don't know, and Daisy just keeps smiling.

"It's like Quidditch," Daisy says in that breezy voice that ticks off Hermione, "but less CGI."

A/N: When planning for a ritual, it's important to note everything which may effect the outcome. Thanks for reading!

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