Disclaimer:: I do not own these characters, they're JK Rowling's lovely little creations. But I'll totally take the Weasley twins for a weekend ... or a year ... or a few years. )
Chatper One
The life and Times of Fayeth Yaxley
"Crucio!" Fayeth Yaxley and her mother, Geneviere James, shouted together as the plimp witch before them fell to her knees screaming at the combined force of the two curses. It was the final battle and they both knew that. meant it was time to give it everything there was left to give.
Fayeth was grinning wildly as she stood back to back with her mother, sending curses in every possible direction.
"Good shot Fayeth!" Geneviere said, turning to show the briefest smile, then turning back and firing off another curse. And in that small and brief smile Fayeth took immense comfort. She knew that she'd gone above and beyond what her mother had expected of her. She beamed with pride and sent forth a new wave of curses, felling any witche or wizard that was within range.
Behind her, Geneviere had spotted a rather offensive blood traitor and quickly deflected the stunning spell sent her way. "You!" she shouted at the witch it had come from. Geneviere flicked her wand in the witch's direction, but it was deflected and smashed a vase to her foe's left. "Nymphadora Tonks." Geneviere said in a soury sweet voice. "You've seen your last day you filthy blood traitor!" Another spell flicked in her direction and another deflected. "Sectumsempra!" Geneviere shouted as Tonk's face slahed open and bled. The metamorphmagus shrieked in pain and dropped to her knees, her wand sliding away from her on the floor. Gemeviere took a step forward, away from her daughter, and held her wand level with Tonk's eyes. "You filthy blood traitor." Tonk's quieted her shrieks and made an attempt for her wand, but it was far too little far too late. "Avada Kedavra." and all the life left Tonk's eyes as she slumped to the floor, her outsretched hand just brushing the tip of her wand. By this time a small circle had formed around Geneviere and Nymphadora, as the Death Eaters watched one of their greatest slay one of the Order's finest. Things seemed quiet as the cirlce broke out into battle again and Geneviere turned to continue the battle. Until, that is, an Earth moving scream of anguish and hate filled her ears. Geneviere and Fayeth both turned to see what had happened, as did most of the witches and wizards around them. No one but the two were surprised to find Remus Lupin holding the lifeless body of his Nymphadora. He loosed another scream that chilled even Geneviere's bones, and she stood as frozen as Nymphadora's blood. Remus pushed his Tonk's hair out of her face and layed the gentlest kiss on her forehead. It wasn't until his hand brushed her discarded wand that the pain, rage and hate showed in his eyes. In an instant he grabbed up the wand and pointed it straight at his target, Geneviere James. He raised her's to meet the threat, but for the first time in her life, Geneviere wasn't fast enough to get the first blow, and in a flash of green light and a shout that shook the walls Geneviere's eyes widened and she dropped her wand.
Fayeth's world seemed to slow until it seemed that it had stopped altogether. Before she had time to think of what she was doing she sprinted the few steps between them and caught her mother before she hit the floor. "Mum! Mum!" she screamed, though she knew it was to no avail. Her mind raced, but no single thought stood out for her. Somewhere far away she was screaming long and wordless screams of anguish and loss. She hardly even noticed when her father came bursting through the crowd and wrapped his large arms around the two of them. "He killed her. He killed her." Fayeth said over and over again. Tears were streaming down her face now in waterfalls on each of her cheeks. She cradled her mother's head against her chest and finally met the eyes of Geneviere's murderer.
Remus Lupin could do nothing but watch the scene. Having taught Fayeth in her third year, he knew something of her personality, and he knew that Fayeth didn't show such a strong emotion. She had always prided herself on rejecting love and substituting passion, which she claimed was easier and less risky than love. Remus had thought she was insane at the notion, but now he saw through her. And what he saw, for a breif moment, he admired.
"You." she said in a voice full of rage and pain, finally taking notice of someone other than her mother. She wrenched loose of her father's grip and glided forward to face Remus. "You!" she said again, reaching for her wand, her father behind her following suit. "You...you bastard..." with a flick of his wand, Remus' wand flew into Abraxus' waiting hand. "You bastard! You killed her! You killed my mother!" she shouted, her hands shaking, but her wand pointing dead on it's target. "I loved her!!" she shouted before she had even thought about what she was saying. "I loved her! You bastard! I loved her!" Her father came to stand next to her, his wand mirroring her's. Fayeth snarrled and spit on Remus' face as he looked up at her. Remus realized, a moment too late, that the look of rage mixed with pain, hate and a slight insanity was a mirror image of the one he'd worn a few moments ago when he'd seen his Tonks felled.
"Avada Kedavra!" they both yelled. The short flash of green light hitting Remus square between the eyes and stealing the light wihin them.
But to truely understand and appreciate this story of one Fayeth Yaxley, and what has just taken place, you should really hear it from the begining, not the middle.