Disclaimer: I do not own any object or person that has been noted as Rowling's, I only note all that is not before seen as mine unless otherwise stated.
Author's Note: The Prelude and Chapter one jump a bit in time, and it may be a bit confusing at first to figure out what happened as the time lines don't match, but if you stick this through, you'll understand by the time I'm finished on whose who and what not.
The title of Devil's War' will soon be seen, as this is in the middle of a war in the making, and essentially, the Dark Lord is the imnbodiment of the Devil in more ways than one.
Devils War
Prelude
Walk softly and carry a big stick'-Roosevelt
A long, quailing sigh echoed through the room in a most condensing matter. It was feminine in all forms, from the higher octave it carried, to how it was delivered. A slow, wavering exit of thin breath that seemed to sum up every emotion being felt.
Those present in the room glanced at one another in a most suspicious way. They seemed to understand the pain the woman was going through, but they weren't helping. They stood stock still, staring at the helpless woman whose lip quivered at them in a silent mockery of their cowardice.
"Fine," She mumbled, her soft voice wavering as she lifted her chin in defiance. "do what you want with me."
She seemed to despise the words as she said them, she looked as if were ready to wretch even as she said them. She stood her ground though, and said not another word.
"Ms. Firestone," An older man with a receding hair line stepped forward. "you know what we want."
She paused, her dark hair contrasting strongly with her light eyes and pale skin. Her eyes searched his before she lowered her eyes in an effort to save her dignity.
"Yes." She said calmly, her voice average and devoid of any emotion.
"So you agree?" The man asked Ms. Firestone, who hesitated before nodding reluctantly.
"I agree." She said in a clipped tone as she raised her head once again, sending out a hand to steady herself on a nearby chair.
"All right," The man said, turning to a younger, most unapproachable looking man.
"Do you, Ms. Iona Firestone, agree to the association you are condemned of?"
"Yes."
"Do you agree that this was done with a muggle man?"
"Yes."
"Do you agree that what will be done, is right and the only way to change your wrong?"
"Yes."
"Do you agree that the child conceived of your wrongs must be eliminated?"
"Y-Yes." She had stifled a cry at that, and her eyes glimmered with unshed tears.
"Good, you will be confined to St. Mungo's until the delivery. Afterwards, you will forget the child and move on." The man said coldly, turning away and leaving the room, mumbling to himself about 'inefficient witches.'
"Are you all right, Ms. Firestone?" The older man asked, resting a wrinkled hand on her shoulder. The five other men left without a word to her, whispering among themselves.
"Y-yes, I'm fine." She said, wiping at her nose with her sleeve.
"What is it you wish to name your child?" He asked softly, handing her his handkerchief. She greatly took it and dabbed at her eyes.
"Fiona Firestone, if it is a girl." She said, sighing morosely to herself. "And Tom Riddle if it is a boy."
"Why the different surnames?" The man asked, folding the soiled hankerchaif as she handed it back.
"Riddle is-is the muggle man's surname, and he'd-he'd want his boy to be named after him in some way."
Author's Note: No, the way these people handled the pregnancy of one Iona Firestone, is not illegal, or wrong--well, they way they think it isn't--and if you haven't already figured that this woman is somehow involved with the Death Eaters, or somehow involved with an individual one, than I suggest you forgo any other attempt at reading this unless you really really want to.
It gets rather confusing, the plot, if you don't read between the lines a lot, their will be a lot of foreshadowing and hinting at many things, but you have to look for them or at least catch a few to understand what I'm trying to convey. The dates, though they may seem totally wrong, are in fact, totally right when our little character finds out the truth about herself.
Yes, this story does involve Severus Snape, and most of the people you know from the story. With the exception of my OC and a few other OC's that are necessary to make this seem as real as possible(you can't carry on a school with about eight students.)
There will be many ships later on, and if you can read between the lines now(Well, the next chapter anyhow), than bravo! I commend you.
Good luck! And please, tell me if you think this story is the stupidest thing you've read since Instruction Manual's included Caution: Do not use while sleeping' for an unknown Blow Dryer.
