He's Going To Kill You Anyway
Note from author: This is an RP from a Harry Potter RPG site (), so I didn't write all of it. The bolded stuff is a different girl. The normal text is me. (:
Annabelle stood quietly with the rest of her house as Headmaster, Snape, walked and mourned endlessly about the rules this year. She noticed the Carrows smirking in the background. Annabel couldn't help but glare as they followed headmaster.
Belle, as most of her close friends called her, glanced quickly at her best mate since year one beside her. He looked pale white. Almost everyone was. The school was taken over by death eaters, the beloved headmaster was gone, and the wizard world was crumbling to the power of evil.
All the punishment. That's all it was; punishment. Apparently the Carrows were happy about that. Head of Discipline. They were evil people who wouldn't let anyone off the hook. Ever.
"Understand." said the cold voice. "One foot out of line -" His dark eyes watched as his students stared at the floor. Belle had had enough of this. Annabel was tired of being a coward to them. She lifted her head.
"I don't." she said. There were a few gasps. Ash looked at her with a concerned look on his face.
"Who doesn't?" asked Snape turning around. It was as though the whole school quickly stepped away to revile the true victim. Ash hung back jus a little, just enough to say he was here.
"Me." said Annabelle proudly; even though she was scared to death.
"This is stupid. Expelling muggleborns, hurting people for nothing, maybe I don't want to be a death eater!"
Snape advanced on her and came up to her; too close for her liking.
"I advise you to keep you mouth shut this time Greene." he spat on her before turning away. "Detention." he choked before making a dramatic exit, followed by the rest of the death eaters.
Silence broke out instantly. Annabelle made her way to Ash.
Ash stared incredulously at Belle as she made her way back over to him. His body language was stern, but his eyes were scared stiff, relieved, and a little agitated that his best friend would pull such a stunt, and so soon after her last detention spell with Snape. Professor Snape, Ash corrected himself; he was a good boy and he didn't want to ruin that. Belle walked up to him, looking a little sheepish, but there was a blazing pride in her eyes.
"Why in the world would you do such a thing?" he fumed, as the pair shuffled off in the direction of their common room. "Professor Snape and the Carrows are already on you about last week, why'd you have to go make it worse? Do you ever you use your head? Being a Ravenclaw and all, I would think you'd have more sense." Ash stopped for breath, and when he looked at Belle, she was smiling grimly. He closed his eyes and shook his head, his silky brown flippy hair falling over his chocolate brown eyes.
Belle tried to ignore the painful throb of her friend's complaints but they always just tuned in again. She knew deep down inside he was worry about her well-being; the Carrows do have twisted minds. But still, come one.
"Save it Ash. I already told you; I don't care anymore." Annabel started, pulling on her pull over. "It doesn't bother me. Oh and I do have a brain, I chose when to use it."
They walked up the long hallway. Most off the students she knew looked scared and sad. Only a few smiled as they passed. Clanking up the stairs Belle spoke again.
"What do you suppose they are gonna do - to me I mean." she spoke very low. Annabel was defiantly scared alright; but she didn't want to announce it.
Ash looked glumly at his best friend. They'd been through a lot together in their years at Hogwarts. They had become instant friends after being sorted into the same house. It had been rumored a ridiculous amount of times that they were a couple, but those had died out long ago, thankfully. Ash had strong feelings for Belle, but not in that way. He wasn't ready to lose her or see her hurt, no matter what their status was.
"I dunno Belle, but knowing them, it's sure to be unpleasant." His brow furrowed as he saw the doughy figure of one of the nasty pair beating a 1st year for getting lost in the labyrinthine castle. He felt a wave of fury course through his veins, and for a moment he wanted to hit something, or someone, a particular doughy, nasty someone.
"Nothing's ever pleasant anymore." She sighed. It was very true. School used to be something to look forward too, now with everyone gone, it was pretty much living hell. Belle felt bad for everyone who had to go through the Carrows. Since she had encountered them maybe times herself; being the usual big mouth she was known for.
Annabel spaced out for some time as she thought about the past. But the past was gone. This was the present. The saying 'Yesterday his history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that's why it's called present.' really wasn't true anymore. Today was more a burden, defiantly not a gift.
Shaking her head she noticed Ash staring off at the figures in the shadowed hallway. He didn't that often but this time it was unusually long. "What –"she started but her face turned pale as snow when she made the figure out those Carrows were bullying. Her sister. Annabel promised her mother never to let them lay a hand on her like that. She was small and helpless.
"Bloody hell. THAT'S MY SISTER!" Annabel remarked furiously. Without thinking about the consequences she charged straight for them. How dare they touch her sister? How dare they think they can get away with it? Never.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Annabel yelled. "That's my sister!"
"Annabel, wait!" Ash yelled, running after her. He grabbed her elbow, but she pulled away. There was a mad gleam on her face, and it scared him. He swallowed hard, but stayed back as she approached the scene.
She smacked his hand away. That wasn't going to stop her. Braking his grasp she went right back to them. "Take you're hands off my sister." she growled. Thrusting her sister away from the Carrow's reach.
"Aren't you that girl that defied the power of Death Eaters this morning?" one of them snickered. They had a glint in their eyes that meant trouble. They pulled out their wands.
Ash gulped. "Stop!" he yelled, rushing forward. He was willing to risk his perfect teachers-pet status in order to save his best friend and her sister. The Carrows glared at him. He knew he was in serious trouble. "You shouldn't hurt her just because she got lost. It's not her fault! She's only a 1st year."
The Carrows stood with their jaws open for a bit. They were surprised to see Ash acting like this. He was always so well behaved. Amacus smiled, her dirty-yellowed teeth making Ash feel nauseous. "Well well well, lookie here. You would've made a good Slytherin, but now I see you truly are dirt." She spat the last word. Ash glared and took a step forward.
"Never insult Ravenclaw house," he said, eyes flashing. "I would join Slytherin when hell freezes over." Several people from the thick crowd surrounding them wolf-whistled or cheered, but they were silenced almost instantly. Ash looked to see what had shut them up, and his blood turned to ice. Snape swept around the corner, black robes billowing, greasy hair hanging in curtains around his face, shrouding his cold eyes in darkness.
Annabel ignored the group of friends that pushed Rose, her sister, aside from the crowd. That's how shocked she was. Yes he was the troublemaker, always, and she meant always finding her way to trouble.
But Ash? No. One hundred percent no. He was like an angel from above. The good boy. They Carrows actually liked him, if that was even possible for such people. He was actually standing up for his House. He was actually about to congratulate him.
Then she noticed the huge crowds of people. Some were scared others were whistling and cheering as Ash stood up for himself, her, Rose, and his whole house.
"And you dearly." The bigger one if the two turned to her. She froze as he big hand clutched her face. The professor's grasp hurt. Tighter, and tighter. "You just as nasty as a mudblood." she spat on her. Some students gasped. Soon the lady quickly released her face as the caped figure of Severus Snape came into the picture.
"You." he snarled at Annabel. He gained on her pushing students out of his way. "I thought you would use your brains and stay out of anymore trouble." he looked at her. "Obviously not. You sister did something wrong she should get fairly punished." The Carrows smiled vastly.
"She got lost! You expect a 11year old to know their way around? If they don't get beat up for it?" Annabel snapped back. She was now pretty much is the grasps of the Carrows.
"Yes." was all the headmaster answered
Violently he turned to Ash. "I thought you wouldn't get into trouble. But clearly I was wrong." he snarled. "I advise you not to follow our girlfriends footsteps."
Blood boiled in Ash's veins, like hot acid, and he felt his face, neck, and ears flare tomato red with annoyance, embarrassment, but mostly fury. Ash Snape turned away to deal with the situation, Ash slowly and quietly drew his wand from under his robes.
There were several loud gasps from the crowd. Snape spun around to see what was causing the commotion. His sour expression was replaces with a cold smile when he took in the scene confronting him. "Well well, the little hero." His lips drew back in a horrid attempt at a smirk.
Ash was quivering where he stood. He knew this had been an extremely stupid idea. Why had he been so rash? It was too late to lower his wand now...
Annabel's honey colored face turned as red as a cherry. "He is not my boyfriend!" she shirked. All that earned her was a smack on the face from the two professors.
She watched as Ash slowly pulled his wand out. What the bloody hell does he think he's doing? He could get expelled for bringing on a teacher. Not like no one wanted to be expelled, it would be better then staying here.
"Fool." Snape roared, grabbing his wand. Without warning the professor shouted "Crucio!" and Ash screamed. Which was followed by shrieks from the other students. Snape smirked, and raised his wand again for a second time.
"No!" screamed Annabel, before she knew it she threw herself towards Professor Snape. "Don't touch him!" she said, using herself as a guard in front if him.
Mostly all the students were watching now. Some of the Gryffidors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws were cheering loudly. Mostly all the Slytherins were rolling their eyes.
Ash stood up, trembling, aching all over. He had to do something to stop Annabelle, and quick. Scrambling to his feet, he ran to her in what seemed like slow motion. The world around him shut off; all was silent. The only 2 people in the world were Ash and Belle as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her away from Snape, ushering her to safety behind his back. Pulling his wand back out, he faced Snape.
"Ash!" Belle protested. She tried to get passed him but it was no use. He was too strong for a petite. So it was up to Ashton save the day.
"What are you gonna do Ash? Your girlfriends failing on you!" laughed Malfoy who was taking great pleasure in Ashes pain because Ash was screaming again because of Snape's spell.
"You!" screamed Annabel. She never got along with Malfoy since day one. He was the one to start up the rumors and once he stars them they are really hard to start.
She charged at Malfoy who was even paler then before. But she was pulled back with such force she barley noticed she was punched square in the face by the Carrows.
Her nose was bleeding wildly so her nose was defiantly broken. Maybe Madame Pomfrey would show some mercy like she always does. She was done.
Snape growled at Malfoy. "Draco." he cooed. "Keep quiet." Snape was off guard. This was Ashes chance.
Ash looked around Snape. He saw it in Belle's eyes: "NOW."
Taking a deep breath, he lunged. Again, time stopped. Every heartbeat made his eyes pulse red. He grabbed Belle's wrist in one hand and Rose's in the other. Without stopping to think, or feel the pain of the spells being fired his way, he spun on the spot and ran for the front doors. Rose and Belle didn't need telling twice. They didn't stop running until they were outside the Hogwarts gates. As soon as they could, Belle and Ash each grabbed one of Rose's hands and spun on the spot. Ash prayed it turned out right; he had only just began apparation lessons.
They arrived in the middle of the forest. Not sure witch forest. All e was focusing on was the huge gashes on her arm. Belle collapsed to the ground. "Ash." she breathed.
"Oh no.." Ash muttered. "Oh no, no, no! Belle!" He caught her just as she collapsed. "Belle, stay with me!"
Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breathing was dangerously shallow. Ash leaned in close. He could hear a small heartbeat, but he wasn't sure how long it would last. It was fluttering too fast, like birds' wings. Ash felt hot tears sliding down his face.
"Ash?" a small voice said behind him. Ash turned to look at Rose. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates. She was Belle in miniature. "Is my sister...?" She didn't need to finish her sentence for Ash to understand what she meant.
"I-it's just a couple cuts. She can't d-die from that, can she?" Rose asked. Ash shook his head.
"She can die from blood loss though."
Rose looked up from the ground. Her sister can be dead? No that's impossible. She was too strong to die from a couple of cuts. But Rose saw the blood seeping through Ash's oxford and she knew he was lying.
She walked very slowly towards Ash, he was crying. A warm tear fell over the 1st years face. "Isn't there a spell? Potion we can whip up? Anything?" Her eyes fell on the nasty gashes of Belle's body that was left behind, Rose winced in disgust and sadness.
"What do we do?" she asked in a very small voice. Her eyes found there way to Ash's. They were going to have to somehow get back to Hogwarts. Or somewhere where the dark lord wasn't.
The Ravenclaw heard the moan from her sister. She looked over, her body was twitching, a result to more blood seeping out of her wounds.
Ash gulped, a strangled and raspy gasping sound from deep in his throat. "Rose," he said sharply, "go look for a plant with blue flowers and red thorns. Bring me back as many as you can find. I might be able to whip something up. We'll need firewood to start a fire, so bring back kindling too, if you can." Rose nodded and dutifully walked into the dense woods.
"Belle..." he whispered. He leaned in close. Laying his head on his chest so he could hear her heartbeat, the only reminder she was still alive, he sobbed. Finally, pulling himself together, he sat up. He pushed the hair off of Belle's forehead, and realized she was covered in cold sweat. Suddenly, Ash spoke, subconsciously.
"I love you Belle."
It took him a moment to register what he had said, but when he did, he knew it was true. His breathing quickened. Now or never, he thought. He leaned in and kissed Belle. On the lips.
Belle felt warm lips against hers. It sprung some energy back into her. Her eyes opened quickly to she Ash. Ash kissing her. Her. Annabel Greene. Wait... What?
She could barley stay conscious. Her nose was still broken, and hurter like fires of hell but the gaps of no flesh from her body was even worse. But she was still there holding on. Annabel had to hold on.
"Ash..."
Ash pulled away. He was shocked and embarrassed. When he spoke, his voice was croaky. "I'm sorry, I just..." Tears filled his eyes. They sat in tearful silence for a moment. Suddenly, Rose burst through the wall of trees.
"I got the plants!" She said. Her face glowed and was beaded with sweat. She was proud of herself. "I'm heading back in for the firewood." She left again, without even realizing that her sister was awake. Rose's departure caused a very pregnant, awkward silence.