A/N: Okay, so, an author's note is definitely in order. Aaron Ice is a teenage boy that I use for roleplaying. He has an interesting path, as to how he got to where he is now in the roleplay. No one really knows anything about what happened to him except for his friends. Even Zelma, his girlfriend in the roleplay, doesn't know everything. Aaron was a completely different person. He could care less about people's feelings. Here's his story that tells of him going from being the bad guy to being the good guy. I'm not sure if the Golden Trio will make it into the story. I'm setting this during the last book while the war is going on. I don't think they will, but several of the Death Eaters, yes, even Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix, Avery, McNair, etc . . . are in this story. I do plan on Mr. and Mrs. Weasley being in it. There's a chance that Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, Percy, and maybe even Harry and Hermione might make an apperance. Some of the teachers should be in it, including Snape, Professor McGonagall,Filch and Mrs. Morris, many characters are due to be in this story. It is OC centered, but don't worry, there will be several appearances about the main characters.

Also, the title is named after the song The Weird Sisters sing in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at the Yule Ball.


Characters in Chapter One: Aaron Ice, Callie Burne, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Leo Ice, Avery, McNair, Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange. Listed in Appearance.


The blonde haired girl that stood behind the counter of her parents shop in Knockturn Alley looked up as she heard the bell go off. A boy around the age of sixteen walked in. She let out the breath she'd been holding as she saw the blonde hair sticking out from under his hood of his robes. The green eyed boy lowered the hood as he stepped farther into the shop.

"It's raining," the boy told the girl as he walked up to the counter. She inspected her nails as she sat down on a stool.

"No surprise there," she mused. The boy gave a half laugh as he leaned against the counter and picked up an object, inspecting it. "What are you doing here, anyways, Aaron?" He put the object down and it clanked against the counter. He looked at her, his bangs falling into his eyes. "I wouldn't open that," she warned when his hand moved towards what look like a jewellery box. "It'll put you into an enchanted sleep." Aaron's hand instantly moved away. "You didn't answer my question, Aaron Ice." He looked up at her.

"Do you need to know everything, Callie?" he questioned, moving towards the Hand of Glory that sat on the shelf beside the counter. He studied it for a moment before turning back to her. "My dad ordered some kind of book."

"The searing eye book?" Callie asked wearily. She hated that thing. He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder nervously.

"That sounds like him," Aaron replied. Callie disappeared into the back room.

"Are you afraid of something?" Callie called. She returned with a book that had a cloth wrapped around it. Aaron turned.

"Hmm?" he asked, pulling some galleons from his pocket. Callie rolled her eyes as she rung him up.

"Are you afraid of something?" she repeated. "Like, is someone following you?" She motioned to his left arm that was hidden beneath his cloak. He put the galleons on the counter and took the bag in return.

"Whenever you're me, you have a lot to be afraid of," he replied simply before he exited the shop and went back out into the rain.

X.X.X

Aaron appeared outside of a mansion. He gripped the bag tighter and glanced over his shoulder to make sure that no one had followed him. He started up the front walk, the lights from the windows casted an eerie glow over the front yard. He walked up the front steps and knocked the knocker against the door as he stepped inside. A mumbling sound from one of the portraits greeted him before it worked up to a shout.

"Oh, shut up," Aaron muttered as he walked down the narrow hall.

Aaron tossed the keys onto the small table that sat against the wall. He hit his toe off the potted plant that sat next to it and cursed. He turned and barely missed knocking into the futon that sat on the other side of the hall. Some of the portraits on the wall snickered at him, but disappeared quickly as he turned his cold gaze on them.

Aaron continued down the hall, muttering under his breath about who puts a futon and potted plant in the narrow hallway that was barely even wide enough to walk down. He brushed his hair aside and turned abruptly to the left and down a short hall before he pushed open the door that was at the end. Everyone in the room looked up as he entered.

He tossed the bag onto the table in front of his dad, who was deep in discussion with Lucius Malfoy. Lucius sneered at Aaron before he turned back to his work. Aaron removed his robes and stuffed his hands into his jean pockets. He leaned against the wall and waited for someone else to acknowledge him. Draco glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and then away.

"He's waiting for you," Leo Ice said without looking up. "Upstairs. He's been here for an hour." Aaron's gaze slid over to his dad and finally Leo looked at him. "He wants to speak with you."

"About what?" Aaron asked. Leo looked away.

"Didn't say," he replied. Aaron looked at the floor before he pushed off the wall and headed down the hall again.

Aaron ascended the stairs slowly, trying to put this off. He reached the top of the stairs and headed down the hall to his father's study. He could hear low voices within the study. He knocked and heard a frail voice inside call him in. Aaron stepped inside the door and closed it, but didn't move any farther. The bald man in his dad's swivel chair was facing away from him. Avery and McNair stood back in the corner after quieting the moment Aaron had entered.

"You came," the man said, turning around slowly to face Aaron. He swallowed, the snakelike man creeped him out every time he saw him. Voldemort smiled at him. "You're my lifeline, Mr. Ice. You're aware of that, right?"

"Yes, I'm aware of it," Aaron managed to spit out. Voldemort's face twisted up into a smile again.

"Come here, Mr. Ice," he said in his cool voice. "I need to see your face, see who is keeping me alive." Aaron moved forward towards the man and cringed whenever Voldemort grabbed his chin, turning his head from side to side. "So young still, so handsome. Just like your father was." Aaron remained silent as Voldemort pushed Aaron's sleeve up and traced the mark on his left arm. "I need you to do something for me, Aaron."

"What is it?" Aaron asked. He could feel Avery and McNair's eyes on his back, just begging for him to break. Aaron had been through this before, however. He was long past breaking. The man did creep him out; he wasn't going to deny it.

"There's a woman in London who I once knew very well," Voldemort replied, looking thoughtful, but he still had a hold of Aaron's wrist. "Her name is Ella Mae, beautiful young woman whenever I knew her. Probably an old hag by now."

"What do you want with her?" Aaron asked. Voldemort looked at him. Aaron was the only member of the Death Eaters that Voldemort minded, mostly because he was the youngest.

"She knows a way to fix me, Aaron," he replied. "He knows how to cure me and then I won't have to worry about you dying or getting hurt." Thanks for the compassion, Aaron thought. It was the same thing with him. If Voldemort was hurt or killed, Aaron would also be. He was just as eager to break this bond. "Of course, I wouldn't send you alone. Lucius will be escorting you."

"Lucius?" Aaron asked before he could stop himself.

"Is that an issue?" Voldemort asked. Aaron fell silent. "You set out tonight." Aaron took that as a dismissal and left the room quickly. He felt like he could breathe again.

X.X.X

Callie locked up the shop and turned to head towards the Leaky Cauldron. She stopped and gasped. A hooded man stood in front of her, his face hidden. She took an involuntary step back, staring at him. Her heart thudded in her chest as she waited for them to move or speak.

"Miss. Burne?" the man asked. Callie didn't move or speak. "I've been looking for you. You're aware that you're a tricky person to track down, aren't you?" Callie remained silent. "Mr. Ice tipped us off about where we may find you."

"Aaron?" Callie blurted out before she could stop herself. The man smiled, she could tell because his teeth were impossibly white.

"That's the boy. Now, proceed calmly and we will not have to hurt you," he said. Callie frowned at "we". She turned slowly and found Bellatrix Lestrange standing there, leaning against the building. She gave a three fingered wave. Callie turned back to the man and tried not to shudder. She managed to nod before the man gripped her arm tightly. She winced as he did so and then they Apparated.

x.x.x

Callie glanced around the small room she had been placed in. It looked like a cross between a bedroom and office, with the bed, desk, books, and magical items. She felt cold, not because the room was cold, but because of the Death Eaters that lurked in the house. She knew there were two outside her room, but she had no intentions of going near them.

Callie walked over to the window. She wished that she had her wand still, but they'd taken it from her as soon as they'd arrived. She rested her head against the cool glass. Outside, it was dark. She figured that it fit the mood. Some crazies had a teenage girl locked up in a creepy house. Perfect.

She angrily turned and punched the wall. The boy was a traitor. No wonder he'd behaved the way he had the day he'd been in the shop. He hadn't been there just for the book, she realized. He'd been there to see if she was, so he could turn her in to the Death Eaters.

Callie spun around whenever the bedroom door opened and ran full speed, slamming the person up against the wall. They groaned and she quickly had their own wand pressed up against their throat. She threw the hood off the figure and found herself staring into the eyes of that blonde boy she'd just saw earlier that same day.

"Is that how you treat your boyfriend?" Aaron asked coolly, shoving her off. She stumbled back and landed on the bed. The wand slipped from her fingers and rolled back to Aaron. He bent over and picked it up, wiping it off on his robes before putting it away.

"After that little stunt, it's clear that we aren't dating," she hissed. Aaron arched an eyebrow at her as he crossed the room and picked up an object, a complex crystal bottle with a large opal set into the stopper that contained a crimson coloured liquid. Callie swallowed hard. Was that blood?

"Stunt?" Aaron questioned, putting the bottle back down. He turned and faced her. "What stunt?"

"They said that you were the one who . . ." she trailed off. Aaron looked out the window with a nod.

"I know what you mean," he murmured. He turned and walked over to her. He crouched down in front of her and took her hands. "Listen to me, Callie. I didn't turn you in. Trust me."

"Then who did?" Aaron asked.

"Yourself," a voice said. Aaron jumped to his feet as his father entered the room and shut the door behind him. "The bag that you put the book in." Aaron frowned.

"Wait," Aaron said, but his dad held up a hand.

"I didn't need the book, if I wanted to sear someone's eye, I'd do it myself, just ask Aaron," he said with a wave of his hand. Aaron cringed at the memory. Callie, however, kept her eyes on Leo because he was the bigger threat right now. "No, I needed some hardcore information about your location."

"You used me as a pawn in your little game!" Aaron hissed. Leo turned to him.

"I knew you wouldn't do it if I had told you," he replied.

"Damn right," Aaron replied coldly. Leo studied his son for a moment.

"I don't like your attitude," Leo told him. Aaron stood his ground.

"Maybe I don't like yours," he said. Leo raised his hand to slap Aaron, but suddenly all the lights went out in the house. Callie whimpered slightly. "The bond." Leo turned and swept out of the room without another word. Callie didn't know what had just happened.