A/N: So I figured it was about time I did a Scabior fanfic. I have always been a HUGE Harry Potter fan; I'm pretty sure that would be the theme of my wedding if I was given the chance, but I never knew how bad ass a character was until Scabior appeared in the movies! Geez-a-loo I went into shock when I watched him during the chase scene! Whew, but I'm warning you now I like darker stories and Scabior is definitely darker in this story. It's not rated M for smut or anything like that-most of it is language, but there are a few bad scenes. I hope you guys enjoy this story because I liked writing it...which that makes me sound kind of creepy..but anyways enjoy and I welcome all reviews even criticism!
Looking out over the meadows and soft rolling hills, a person would never know that a war was going on right at this very moment; everything seemed so peaceful and calm. But that wasn't the case; the country was crumbling all around, and so far, the good side was losing this war.
Turning her attention to the house, Maycen watched as the Weasleys scurried in and out of their house, preparing for the wedding. She had been staying with them for over a month now, and although she was extremely grateful that they had let her stay there, she thought that this whole wedding was pointless. They should be focusing their time on trying to figure out a way to stop Voldemort. No, she wasn't afraid to say his name, and she let everyone around her know that. Most people thought she was foolish; that she was trying to prove that she wasn't afraid, but it was quite the opposite. She was terrified of this war. So many people have lost their lives, and she never knew if she would be next, but showing her fear wouldn't get her anywhere, especially with the Order. They already didn't see her as competent member, which is why she hid her emotions, not wanting them to see her as weak.
Several loud pops shook her from her thoughts as she looked to see several members from the Order approaching the house. The meetings had been held here ever since Dumbledore had died; as if this place wasn't crowded enough. She followed them into their meeting room and made her way over to her usual corner, where she would listen idly. They started talking about problems at the ministry, no surprise there, and who they could count on as their allies. Maycen twirled her wand in her hand, blankly staring at the wall in front of the room.
"Maycen." A voice broke her out of her trance.
She looked up to see most of the members had left, leaving only her, Remus, and Bill and Molly.
"Remus." She replied with no particular interest.
He wasn't looking too good these days; the stress from the war, and probably being married to Tonks wasn't helping. He looked like he needed a break.
"Are these meetings boring you?" he asked, very seriously.
"No." she said looking down at the floor.
She always did that when she was lying, and she knew it was a dead giveaway. She looked back up at Remus to see him smiling.
"Well I think we may have found a job for you."
She couldn't help but smile at his words. Finally there was something to do that didn't require hours of cleaning, and catching gnomes.
"Sure. Yeah, what is it?" she responded, excited.
"Before he died, Dumbledore had left Harry a job to do and we are pretty sure he has told Ron and Hermione about it too. Harry refuses to tell anyone else what he is doing, and we assume they won't be staying her too long after the wedding." He stopped, seeing her reaction.
"So you want me to spy on them?" she asked angrily.
This isn't the job she had been hoping for.
"No, not spy. We want you to go with them, protecting them in every way that you can. They'll need someone whose smart travelling with them."
She raised her eyebrow, seeing a problem. "Hermione's smart. They won't need me." She reasoned.
Remus shook his head. "Yes Hermione's smart, but faced with a sudden threat of danger; they'll need someone who has natural instincts to fight. Maycen, you were the best in your class when it came to survival, and they'll need someone like you with them."
She took in his words, knowing he was right. She had been the best in her class, although she didn't like to talk about it. She had been sorted into Ravenclaw, but most people thought she should have been in Slytherin, not only because of her cold exterior, but due to the fact that she could 'strike like a snake' when she used her wand. Most of the Ravenclaws avoided her, except for Luna, but then again Luna didn't fit in almost as well as she didn't fit.
That's how she became friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were outcasts too and had welcomed her into their group with open arms, even though she was a year older than them. Most of the Gryffindors did, and they became a second family to her. When her parents had died at the beginning of the summer, the Weasleys refused to let her stay anywhere else but their house.
"Fine. I'll do it." She finally answered.
Molly looked like her heart had just been broken when Maycen agreed, but Remus walked over and patted her shoulder.
"You'll do fine. You're a survivor." He reassured her.
She nodded, giving them all a smile, and walked outside into the garden. She spotted a few gnomes playing and she rolled her eyes knowing Molly would send them to de-gnome the garden again. Maycen walked over to a tree and sat down, taking in the view of the meadow again.
She looked at the white marquee that had been put up for the wedding tonight. She still thought it was a stupid idea, but she agreed to attend, helping the Order guard around the boundary line. Harry, of course, would be disguised, just for precautionary measures. Even though they didn't think Voldemort would try anything tonight, they needed to be ready just in case; and Maycen needed to be ready to grab Harry, Ron, and Hermione if it happened. The Order was counting on her to protect them.
And she wouldn't fail.
I know this chapter is kind of short but I promise you that the others will be longer! And no Scabior yet but he will make his appearance in the next chapter so hang with me!