Harry Potter and the Murderous Death Eater
Chapter 1
"Emily Carter, you are sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban for being in the league with You-Know-Who," Barty Crouch stated coldly. "If it wasn't for the testimony of a few Death Eaters, we would have never found out."
"Crouch! You can't believe this!" A younger looking Arthur Weasley called from the stands, "Why would my son be engaged to a Death Eater?"
"I do not know, nor do I care," Crouch snapped, "She has been sentenced."
A brunette haired girl looked up from her spot in the chained chair, she wore a blank expression on her face. She looked to be about seventeen. Her green eyes stayed on Bill as she spoke.
"Mr. Weasley, I will take whatever punishment these people have sentenced me to. But let them know this, I was eleven when Voldemort fell and I never would have sided with him nor did I ever." A slow smirk appeared on her face, "However, let me warn you, Barty Crouch, you will regret the day you sentenced a Carter to Azkaban. I'll be back and make you wish this hearing never happened."
"Get her out of my sight."
Two dementors swept across the floor and she looked up at Bill once again.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be your wife, Bill....I love you so much...."
Bill sat staring at where she once sat, "I love you too, Emily Carter...."
A tear slid down his and for once the Ex-Head boy broke down and cried as the dementors swept in on his fiancé. The dementor's cold boney hands snaked around her upper arms and hoisted her up before dragging her out the doors. The old doors creaked shut and a sob passed her lips.
The whole Weasley family mourned for their loss of an almost sister, daughter, lover and friend.
She didn't hold back, the thought of never seeing her love and his family again tore at her heart. All she wanted, as the dementors dragged her closer to her destination, was to be in Bill's arms joking about what they would do for their wedding and honeymoon.
She was thrown hastily into a cell. She scurried to the back of the cell, and leaned against it with a loud sigh.
"Welcome to Azkaban," a muffled voice from the cell to the left of her whispered.
"At least I get a welcoming party," she laughed slightly. "What are you in for?"
"Supposedly killing twelve muggles, and one wizard and for being a supporter of You-Know-Who," he stated, and slunk over to the cell bars. "What sent you here?"
He was about twenty-five, with long black hair and an unshaven face. His eyes were slightly sunken in from the lack of proper food. He looked almost like he had lost his soul with his eyes a dull black and it sent shivers down her spine.
"For being a supporter of Voldemort," she stated, "I'm supposed to be getting married soon."
"Not everything works out the way you wanted it to," he stated sagely.
"You know you're a strange man," she looked at him and continued, "Sirius Black."
Over the course of the years, Sirius and Emily spent time telling each other about what their lives had been like before they had been sent here. Sirius learned who Emily's fiancé was and in turn she learned who Sirius' godson was.
"Wow, Harry Potter," she mused aloud, "Isn't that something?"
Silence fell on the two and he turned to her, "Emily?"
"Hmm?"
"Never mind..."
"Hey, Sirius?" she asked turning to look at him. His eyes caught hers and she continued. "Do you think we'll ever get out?"
"Yes, I believe we will..."
Two years passed and surprisingly, Sirius received a visit from Cornelius Fudge himself. He came to question Sirius, but did not get the answer he would have liked but Sirius gained something. The Daily Prophet.
Every night when Sirius was sleeping he would mumble to himself that's when she knew. She knew that he would leave. Leave her all by herself in this horrible place. That night he was ready to leave.
"I'll be back for you, Emily, just don't let the dementors get to you," Sirius had said before he turned into a big shaggy black dog and left.
Emily looked down at the worn newspaper and snatched it up from the ground of Sirius' cell. On the front cover was the Weasley family grinning from ear to ear. She idly traced the Bill Weasley's picture with her finger.
"I'll be seeing you soon."
Over the course of the next year, Emily would snitch a newspaper when the opportunity presented itself. In one of her many Daily Prophets, she found that the Quidditch World Cup would be held and decided that this year was the year.
Errol flew through the window of the Weasley house, narrowly missing crashing into it.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at the owl and took the Daily Prophet from him. The smile on her face faded at the sight of the headlines, "ARTHUR!"
Her husband came running down the flight of stairs, hastily finishing getting dressed, "What is it?"
"Mum?"
"What's going on?"
The twins practically fell down the stairs trying to find out what the problem was, Ron and Harry close behind.
"Mrs. Weasley?"
Her face was pale, and she sank into one of the kitchen chairs.
Bill, Charlie and Percy apparated into the room.
Mr. Weasley was looking over the article, "Bill...you might want to read this."
He cautiously took the paper from his dad and gaped.
'Emily Carter Escapes Azkaban
Emily Carter, one of You-Know-Who's supporters, has escaped Azkaban a year after Sirius Black. People believe that the two are working together to bring the Dark Lord back. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, commented earlier this morning on this horrid occurrence, "We will be extra cautious in our search for Carter, we don't want any casualties. Though Carter had never actually been accused of killing anyone but being in the league with You-Know-Who, it would seem mandatory." The Wizarding community has been warned to keep on guard. If they do encounter Carter, they are to warn the Ministry immediately.
"I believe this is blown way out of proportion. There was no actual evidence against Emily and I believe she is innocent," Arthur Weasley said when he heard about what had happened. Arthur Weasley is the father of Bill Weasley, Emily Carter's fiancé. Some believe that Carter is out for revenge on those who put her in Azkaban, and yet some believe that she wants to return to her fiancé.
If Emily Carter is to search for her fiancé, Bill Weasley, she will be immediately apprehended. The Weasley home is now under constant surveillance.'
"What is it, Bill?" Ron asked trying to see over his brother's shoulder.
"It's Emily." He was looking at the article, hands shaking and eyes wide.
"Emily?" Harry looked confused and the twins nodded sagely.
"Emily Carter. She was Bill's fiance, she was sent to Azkaban five years ago."
"Fred, leave you brother's business alone. Sorry, Harry dear, Bill isn't exactly comfortable listening or talking about what happened."
"Dad," Bill mumbled in still in shock, "Why didn't you tell me Emily escaped?"
"I didn't want you to worry," Mr. Weasley stated placing a hand on his son's shoulder.
Bill looked down at the hand in disgust and then at his father before disapparting from the room he whispered, "You shouldn't have kept something like this from me..."
The newspaper fluttered to the floor as silence consumed the rest of the occupants in the room.
Chapter 1
"Emily Carter, you are sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban for being in the league with You-Know-Who," Barty Crouch stated coldly. "If it wasn't for the testimony of a few Death Eaters, we would have never found out."
"Crouch! You can't believe this!" A younger looking Arthur Weasley called from the stands, "Why would my son be engaged to a Death Eater?"
"I do not know, nor do I care," Crouch snapped, "She has been sentenced."
A brunette haired girl looked up from her spot in the chained chair, she wore a blank expression on her face. She looked to be about seventeen. Her green eyes stayed on Bill as she spoke.
"Mr. Weasley, I will take whatever punishment these people have sentenced me to. But let them know this, I was eleven when Voldemort fell and I never would have sided with him nor did I ever." A slow smirk appeared on her face, "However, let me warn you, Barty Crouch, you will regret the day you sentenced a Carter to Azkaban. I'll be back and make you wish this hearing never happened."
"Get her out of my sight."
Two dementors swept across the floor and she looked up at Bill once again.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be your wife, Bill....I love you so much...."
Bill sat staring at where she once sat, "I love you too, Emily Carter...."
A tear slid down his and for once the Ex-Head boy broke down and cried as the dementors swept in on his fiancé. The dementor's cold boney hands snaked around her upper arms and hoisted her up before dragging her out the doors. The old doors creaked shut and a sob passed her lips.
The whole Weasley family mourned for their loss of an almost sister, daughter, lover and friend.
She didn't hold back, the thought of never seeing her love and his family again tore at her heart. All she wanted, as the dementors dragged her closer to her destination, was to be in Bill's arms joking about what they would do for their wedding and honeymoon.
She was thrown hastily into a cell. She scurried to the back of the cell, and leaned against it with a loud sigh.
"Welcome to Azkaban," a muffled voice from the cell to the left of her whispered.
"At least I get a welcoming party," she laughed slightly. "What are you in for?"
"Supposedly killing twelve muggles, and one wizard and for being a supporter of You-Know-Who," he stated, and slunk over to the cell bars. "What sent you here?"
He was about twenty-five, with long black hair and an unshaven face. His eyes were slightly sunken in from the lack of proper food. He looked almost like he had lost his soul with his eyes a dull black and it sent shivers down her spine.
"For being a supporter of Voldemort," she stated, "I'm supposed to be getting married soon."
"Not everything works out the way you wanted it to," he stated sagely.
"You know you're a strange man," she looked at him and continued, "Sirius Black."
Over the course of the years, Sirius and Emily spent time telling each other about what their lives had been like before they had been sent here. Sirius learned who Emily's fiancé was and in turn she learned who Sirius' godson was.
"Wow, Harry Potter," she mused aloud, "Isn't that something?"
Silence fell on the two and he turned to her, "Emily?"
"Hmm?"
"Never mind..."
"Hey, Sirius?" she asked turning to look at him. His eyes caught hers and she continued. "Do you think we'll ever get out?"
"Yes, I believe we will..."
Two years passed and surprisingly, Sirius received a visit from Cornelius Fudge himself. He came to question Sirius, but did not get the answer he would have liked but Sirius gained something. The Daily Prophet.
Every night when Sirius was sleeping he would mumble to himself that's when she knew. She knew that he would leave. Leave her all by herself in this horrible place. That night he was ready to leave.
"I'll be back for you, Emily, just don't let the dementors get to you," Sirius had said before he turned into a big shaggy black dog and left.
Emily looked down at the worn newspaper and snatched it up from the ground of Sirius' cell. On the front cover was the Weasley family grinning from ear to ear. She idly traced the Bill Weasley's picture with her finger.
"I'll be seeing you soon."
Over the course of the next year, Emily would snitch a newspaper when the opportunity presented itself. In one of her many Daily Prophets, she found that the Quidditch World Cup would be held and decided that this year was the year.
Errol flew through the window of the Weasley house, narrowly missing crashing into it.
Mrs. Weasley smiled at the owl and took the Daily Prophet from him. The smile on her face faded at the sight of the headlines, "ARTHUR!"
Her husband came running down the flight of stairs, hastily finishing getting dressed, "What is it?"
"Mum?"
"What's going on?"
The twins practically fell down the stairs trying to find out what the problem was, Ron and Harry close behind.
"Mrs. Weasley?"
Her face was pale, and she sank into one of the kitchen chairs.
Bill, Charlie and Percy apparated into the room.
Mr. Weasley was looking over the article, "Bill...you might want to read this."
He cautiously took the paper from his dad and gaped.
'Emily Carter Escapes Azkaban
Emily Carter, one of You-Know-Who's supporters, has escaped Azkaban a year after Sirius Black. People believe that the two are working together to bring the Dark Lord back. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, commented earlier this morning on this horrid occurrence, "We will be extra cautious in our search for Carter, we don't want any casualties. Though Carter had never actually been accused of killing anyone but being in the league with You-Know-Who, it would seem mandatory." The Wizarding community has been warned to keep on guard. If they do encounter Carter, they are to warn the Ministry immediately.
"I believe this is blown way out of proportion. There was no actual evidence against Emily and I believe she is innocent," Arthur Weasley said when he heard about what had happened. Arthur Weasley is the father of Bill Weasley, Emily Carter's fiancé. Some believe that Carter is out for revenge on those who put her in Azkaban, and yet some believe that she wants to return to her fiancé.
If Emily Carter is to search for her fiancé, Bill Weasley, she will be immediately apprehended. The Weasley home is now under constant surveillance.'
"What is it, Bill?" Ron asked trying to see over his brother's shoulder.
"It's Emily." He was looking at the article, hands shaking and eyes wide.
"Emily?" Harry looked confused and the twins nodded sagely.
"Emily Carter. She was Bill's fiance, she was sent to Azkaban five years ago."
"Fred, leave you brother's business alone. Sorry, Harry dear, Bill isn't exactly comfortable listening or talking about what happened."
"Dad," Bill mumbled in still in shock, "Why didn't you tell me Emily escaped?"
"I didn't want you to worry," Mr. Weasley stated placing a hand on his son's shoulder.
Bill looked down at the hand in disgust and then at his father before disapparting from the room he whispered, "You shouldn't have kept something like this from me..."
The newspaper fluttered to the floor as silence consumed the rest of the occupants in the room.