Chapter Two
An Avada Kedavra
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All
of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments,
Imagine you'd
be here.
All of my memories keep you near,
Your silent
whispers, silent tears
Memories - Within Temptation
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Author: Bridgette Carter (BJCarterz)
Beta: Jessica, HarryPotterGirll
Disclaimer: I don't and will NEVER own Harry Potter :(
Credits for this Chapter: To my Beta, Jessica - HarryPotterGirll and Kurinoone for her AWESOME fanfic The Darkness Within and A Part of Me! Also, I give credit to Within Temptation for SUCH an awesome song! (Memories)
Inspiration and Dedication: "The Darkness Within" and "A Part of Me" by Kurinoone
The Fanfic Spotlight: "Featherlight Taction" by ( Summary: The sensation of touch is one that is taken for granted, but for those who are trapped in a harsh war, the act of taction is can result in the revelation of one's own true face. Quite literally. HarryVoldemort. SLASH. NOT OOC. HBP compliant.
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"Wh-what?" Asked James, the color drained from his face and his eyes widened. Raven gave a small frown."Who es 'Arry Potter?" James set down his son.
"What are you talking about? Where'd you hear that name?" Raven didn't reply, He just turned around and waddled away. James frowned but then called after his son. "Hey, Wai-!" Crash! James had tripped over a toy broomstick and had fell flat on his face. He gave a grunt and go to his feet. Rubbing his nose.
This was going to be a long week...
One Year Earlier
A boy with black hair and emerald eyes that shone through the black mask he wore, stood in a dark and abandoned hall, surveying a painting on the wall. It was of a snake and a phoenix.
The Snake was reared up, ready to attack while the Phoenix was flying, it's wings were out stretched, and silver and golden tears fell from it's eyes. The tears were splashing on the ground around the Snake, the ground seemed to burn whenever a tear drop hit the grass. The background was of a field filled with black grass, and the sky was a smoky grey. The sky above the phoenix was golden and the sky beneath the bird was silver. Just behind the Snake, was a tombstone, It was made of marble and was covered with vines. Stuck in the dirt beside the grave, was a sword. It's handle was golden and the end was silver. Embeded into the handle were red, yellow, green and blue jewels. The frame for the picture was made out of dark wood. Carved into the wood were letters and words. They were written in some sort of different language or it was just plain gibberish.
The boy just seemed to stare at the painting. Blood was splattered down the front of his robe and there were even a few specks of blood on his mask. In his hand, he held a fairly large dagger or perhaps it was a small sword. It was stained in blood and some of the red liquid was dropping onto the ground, leaving a small puddle.
The boy seemed to be paralyzed, He hadn't moved at all since he had stopped to look at the painting. The only sign of life from his was his rapidly moving chest.
Just then, A women turned the corner. She had long, platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. She started running as she saw him, Her expression was unreadable but her eyes were full of worry.
"Are you alright?" She asked, looking him up and down. He nodded, turning around slowly. He brought up a hand and removed his mask. There was a scar running across his eye and another across his lips. He gave the women a small, weak smile.
Narcissa smiled and took the boy's arm, they began to walk away. The torches that hung on the wall, their flame flickered and died. The hallway was sucked into darkness.
The Present
Draven Riddle looked around. He was sitting in a extremely large room. The walls were a light green and the drapings were a maroon color. The furniture was dark green and the carpet was a light blue. There was two rows of bookcases lining the walls and there was a four poster bed. The curtains were black and the pillows were dark blue while the blankets were dark red. The room was truley magnificent. Draven layed on a three seat couch, he stretched out and had his hands behind his eyes. He shut his eyes and hummed a light tune.
He was wearing a grey T-Shirt and black shorts, with white socks and plain white sneakers. Around his neck hang a pendant. It was silver with a "S" carved in it. He looked beautiful. A scar was hid behind his bangs and his skin was a deathly white. He looked at ease.
"Draven! HEY! DRAVEN!" Came a shout. Draven opened his eyes and didn't have time to react as someone jumped onto of him. "Oomph!" Draven grunted as he looked into the face of his attacker. He rolled his eyes. "Jessie! What are you doing?" Jessie had long red hair and light violet eyes with a ting of crimson, her pupils were silver and she had light brown freckles.
She grinned at Draven, still sitting on his chest. She was wearing a light blue summer dress and Draven would never admit it, But she looked fabulous in it. "Just thought I'd drop by." Draven stared at her. "Oh, Really? Well, Would you mind... GETTING-OFF-ME!" Jessie crossed her arms and frowned, shaking her head. "Nope!" God, she was so stubborn.
"And why not?"
"Because, I'm comfy." Draven rolled his eyes. Suddenly, he sat up and Jessie fell to the ground. "Hey!" She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Draven disapprovingly. "What was that for?" Draven didn't reply, He just smiled at her. "What?" She asked. He shook his head. "Nothing." He held out his hand for Jessie as he got to his feet. She stared at him for a second before taking his hand. "What do you want Jess?" Draven asked, staring at her. "Your father asked me to get you. It's time for supper." Draven nodded his head and smiled. He held his arm out for her. "Shall we go, then?" She smirked and took his arm. "We shall." Draven grabbed his mask as they walked out of his oak doors. The mask was black with slits for his eyes and mouth. He slipped it on as they began walking.
The mansion was huge. The walls were made out of wood and the floors were covered with black carpet. Black drapes covered the walls and windows. No light penetrated the house except for the torches lining the walls.
They stopped at a pair of steel doors. Draven and Jessie exchanged looks before Draven opened them. Jessie slipped her arm out of Draven's and cowered by the doors. She wasn't allowed into the room without permission.
Standing in the middle of the hall was a long but thin glass table. Around the table sat black wooden chairs, there were around 30 or so. At the head of the table was a very large chair that was occupied. It was black like the rest. The arms were made to look like snakes and the back of the chair was what looked to be carved into the shape of a man. He had long hair and a evil look on his face. Harry walked further into the room, locking eyes with the man in the chair. A couple chairs down sat a girl, who looked about 5 or 6. She had long, curly brown hair and light violet eyes with copper colored pupils. (A.N.) I will explain the color of there pupils later.) She was Jessie's sister, Eden Chambers. She gave Draven a goofy grin and Draven smiled at her.
"You're late..." Draven looked over. The man that sat in the chair at the head of the table had red eyes that were slit like a cats, white skin with a sickly green tinge to it. His fingers were long and he had no hair. He also had no nose, all that was there were two slits like a snakes nose. Draven smirked at the man. "Sorry father." Voldemort cocked his head the side and looked at Draven for a few moments, they he pointed a finger at the chair next to him. Draven nodded and sat down in the seat. Then, a silver plate, a golden goblet and silverware appeared in front of him.
Draven looked over and saw Jessie still standing at the door. Draven beckoned her in but she didn't move, She was staring at Voldemort. He locked eyes with her and nodded his head. She walked in slowly but stopped before she reached the table. She looked around, admiring the room.
The walls were a light peach and the floor and roof were white, the floor had a carpet covering it. There was one window in the room but it was hid from view by bash colored curtains. The room was oddly painted and decorated. The table settings and chairs stood out against the decor and color of the room.
Draven rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh. He got up and grabbed Jessie's arm, leading her to his seat. He sat her in-between himself and Eden.
The meal went by uneventful, no one talked during it. After the meal, Draven got up and gave a stretch. "Father, May I be excused?" He asked. Voldemort studied him for a moment before nodding. Dravem smiled and had just started walking away when the doors burst open and a Death Eater rushed in. Voldemort got to his feet. "My lord!" The Death Eaters grey eyes were wide with panic. "There's been a problem. Bellatrix and her team have been ambushed! There numbers are down, They need reinforcements." The dark lord nodded. "I see... Lucius take..."
"I'll go." Said Draven. Voldemort shook his head. "No... I can't risk-"
"Father! Please? Narcissa's with them and I can't lose either her or Bellatrix, Please?" Draven looked pleadingly at his Father. It took a while for Voldemort to reply. He sighed and nodded. "Fine, But be careful!" Draven smiled. "Always."
"Draven..." He looked over to Jessie. "I'm coming with you." Draven's eyes widened. "No, Jess-!" She got to her feet. "I am coming with you whether you like it or not." Draven sighed. "Fine, Meet me in the Great Hall in five minutes." She nodded and ran out of the room.
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Draven met Jessie in the Great Hall in precisely 5 minutes. She had her hair down and wore a pair of black robes with a snake crest on the chest. She wore a white mask, It was one of those masks you use for masked balls. Harry was wearing black robes also with a Snake and Phoenix stretched on the back. He had his wand in a holster on his left leg.
They gave each other a glance before Harry grabbed her arm and they apparated with a small "Pop".
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Narcissa fell to the ground, her eyes were shut, Blood was gushing from a deep gash in her arm. She had her hand covering it, Trying to stop the blood but so far it had leaked inbetween her fingers, her hand and fingers were now covered in copper colored blood. She looked up and opened her eyes as she heard footsteps approaching. Sirius Black was advancing on her, A smirk held firmly in place. His wand was pointed right between her eyes. She stared at him, fear shone in her eyes.
"So cousin, Is this how it ends?" Narcissa asked, her voice was strained. Sirius stopped right in front of her. "You should have thought about what you were doing before you chose the Dark Side, Narcissa." He shook his head and looked at Narcissa sadly. "I really am sorry." He opened his mouth. "NO!" Screamed a voice in the distance. Sirius looked for the source of the shout but a jet of blue flame shot towards him. His eyes widened and he fell to the ground to dodge the curse. The spell his the wall behind him, wood broke off and splinters shot in all directions. He brought his head up and looked ahead. Two people stood there. They Both wore masks. As Sirius got to his feet. The tallest and most likely the oldest of the two shot another curse at Sirius. It hit him in the face and knocked him off him feet. He went crashing a foot feet away from the trio.
Narcissa looked at the two fearfully. They looked dangerous. What were they going to do to her?
Then she recognized who they were. "D-draven? Jessie?" She whispered. Her eyes closed and she slumped to the floor, unconscious Draven ran to her, Jessie following. Draven rolled her over and looked into her face. She was deathly pale and was cold to the touch. Draven's eyes shot to Jamie. "Jessie. Take her to headquarters." She looked as if she was about to protest, but Draven held up a hand and looked at her pleadingly.
"Jessie... Please..." She gave a sigh and nodded. "Okay." She pointed her wand at Narcissa and whispered a spell. Jamie and Narcissa disappeared in a puff of white smoke, leaving Draven alone. For the time being. He got to his feet and looked around. Everything was silent. Absolutely silent... Draven's eyes widened. Something was wrong. Where was everyone?
Draven gasped as something hit him in the middle of his back, he fell to his knees, pain washing over him. His mask nearly slipped off but he reached a shaking hand up and kept it in place. He felt as if someone had took a large splinted of wood and stabbed it right into his flesh.
He fell to his stomach. He moved a hand and tried to reached what was lodged into his back. His hand grasped a long piece of wood. He frowned and cough. How...?
He heard laughing. Someone was... laughing at him?
"Not so tough are you now?" Draven got shakingly to his feet and turned slowly. He came face to face with Mad-Eye Moody. He was smirking at him. Blue mismatched eyes met pained emerald green ones. Draven covered his mouth as he coughed again. He removed his hand and found blood splattered on his hand. What...? What was happening?
He knew he was losing blood and fast. If he didn't get medical help, he could die. Just then, Draven heard the sound of people apparating. He looked around, He was surrounded by order members, many were wearing blue or light green robes.
Draven looked at Moody and smirked. "Eight against one... Unfair, Don't you think?" Draven's words were barely heard, they were coming out in strangled whispers. "Unfair? For a death eater? I don't think so." Draven didn't reply, he just reached behind him and grabbed the overly large splinter in his back and pulled it out.
Draven screamed. It hurt. It hurt so bad. The wood was covered in blood and so were Draven's hands. He dropped the wood and nearly fell to his knees. But didn't. He wouldn't show weakness. None at all. Especially in front of THEM.
Draven looked around. There was no way to escape. None at all. His would was bleeding and the copper colored blood was hitting the ground, leaving small puddles. Draven raised a hand and wiped some sweat off him brow, leaving a red streak just above his eyebrow.
A person to his left took a step forward. "You will come with us. Quietly, and you will come to no harm." Spoke James Potter. Draven glared at him. "Fat chance" He shut his eyes and focused on his surroundings They weren't going to get him, no.
Mist began to surround everybody. It was thick and no one was able to see anything. By the time the mist lifted, Draven was gone. All that was left was a trail of blood that stopped no where in particular
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Five years ago
Draven paced back and forth, a headache was forming, his eyes hurt. He had just spent all day working on how to use wandless magic and had got nowhere! He was still unable to call his magic. It was harder then it sounded and much harder then it looked.
He had been trying to summon a book from across the room, but all he had managed to do was make it twitch and fall off the table. It was so embarrassing
Draven couldn't stop thinking about it. His father would be so disappointed. No, He couldn't have that. But still...
Draven's thoughts were interrupted by a terrifying shriek. He stopped in his tracks and listened. It sounded like a girl, she sounded young. He grabbed his mask and wand and fled the room. He had to find out who had screamed.
He ran through hallways and down and up stairways. He heard the screaming coming from the fifth floor. He was sure of it. He stopped when he reached the right hallway. He looked around. Another scream and another. It was coming from a door to his right. He turned and threw the door open, his wand outstretched.
Two Death Eaters were looming over a child, No older then 10 or 11. She had red hair that was drenched in blood, her eyes were closed. She was shivering. Draven felt sympathy for her. Before the Death Eaters could find out who had walked in, Draven had sent them both crashing to the floor. He hadn't even raised his wand! His eyes widened. He had used wandless magic!
But he couldn't stand there and celebrate! He had to help the girl. He rushed over to her and kneeled beside her.
"Hello? Are you alright? Are you injured She opened her eyes. They were violet. She's so beautiful, thought Draven. But he couldn't fully admire her now. She was staring at him, fear shone in her eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked again, watching her closely She shut her mouth and gulped, nodding her head. "Y-yes..." Draven sighed. Before Draven could react, the girl had shut her eyes. She was unconcious. He gave a sigh and rolled his eyes.
He put an arm under her back and under her legs and picked her up. With a swish of his cloak, He disappeared.
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Two Years ago
The wind was blowing lightly, the trees swayed back and forth. The moon wasn't out tonight, the world was shadowed in darkness.
Two figures were moving quickly through a field covered in a blanket of snow. Jessie was grasping Draven's gloved hand. She was shivering. It was so cold tonight. Snow fell from the sky. Jessie could barely handle it. Draven was running as quickly as he could. They couldn't stop, they had to complete their mission. They had too!
A house appeared in the distance. It was so close, so close. They ran and ran, It was getting closer but it still seemed far away. Just then, Jessie tripped, taking Harry with her. They fell to the ground. Jamie landed on her face while Draven landed on his back. The snow was melting and was soaking their robes. Jamie got to her feet, Draven quickly following. They were both shaking. So cold...
Draven began walking again, his arms around him. No, They couldn't stop. Not now, Not when they were so close!
Draven and Jessie made it to the grounds of the house, a gate blocked their way. It looked to be made out of rusty iron. It looked about ready to collapse. Draven brought a hand up and the gate flew backwards, landing with a soft thud in the snow. Draven walked past it and looked up at the house. This was it... He and Jessie looked at each other before they took hands and grasped the door handle and threw open the door. This was it... It was. What they had waited for.
Jessie squeezed Draven's hand and he returned the gesture. The walked into the house.
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Three Years ago
Violet met Violet. Jamie stared at her sister, tears forming in her eyes. "Eden..." Eden was crying, her eyes were red and puffy and her skin was blotched. She held up a hand. "Jessie, I'm going to miss you." She said. "We will see each other again, right?" Jessie nodded and forced a smile. "Of course! I will come get you! I promise sister! I won't forget about you!" Eden stared at her for a moment. "Are you sure You won't forget?"
"I promise Eden! I won't forget!" Just then, Jessie burst out crying and wrapped her arms around her sister, crying into her should. Eden wrapped her arms around Jessie. Tears were pooling down her face. After a few minutes of just holding each other, Eden let go and took a few steps back, she mastered a smile and whispered to her distraught sibling; "I love you..." then she turned around and walked away.
"I love you too, my sister"
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One Year before
Chocolate brown eyes swept the scene before them. Buildings were on fire, people lay dead or unconscious on the ground, people in black robes and white masks were shooting spells at random people and buildings'. Lights flashed from both sides, all were different colors. Green, purple, red, yellow and more.
The brown eyes belonged to a red haired youth. Ginny Weasley was her name. She was small, petite and pretty. She was also an excellent dullest
She looked around, no one was paying her any heed. She took a few steps back, gripped her wand tighter and charged out into the street. She dogged most of the spells but a few were lucky enough to get her. It was nothing to serious, only a few slicing spells and stinging curses.
She kept running, stunning or disarming any Death Eater she came across, she was near the Shrieking Shack. Oh, so close! Then she could use the secret passage way to get back to the castle, but it wasn't meant to be.
Something caught her legs and she fell forward, getting a face full of dirt. She turned around so she was laying on her back and looked around, her wand held in front of her. Nobody was in sight, well that's at least what she thought.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Shouted someone. Ginny's wand was torn from her hand and was grabbed from the air by a gloved hand. Brown eyes met Black. A laugh sounded and Ginny's eyes widened.
"Why... If it isn't one of the Weasley brats." Smirked Bellatrix Lestrange. She face wasn't hid behind a mask so Ginny could see her face clearly. Two other Death Eaters appeared behind the crazed women. Both wore their masks but she knew who they were.
"Bellatrix, We don't have time to track down every student." Said Lucius Malfoy. Bellatrix laughed and rolled her eyes but didn't reply.
"Bella?" Came Avery Nott's voice.
"What does it matter to you two?"
"Because, Bella..." The three Death Eaters weren't paying any attention to Ginny. She slowly got to her feet and turned around, she had barely took two steps before she found she couldn't move. She tried but her legs were stuck to the ground. She heard the Death Eaters jeering.
"Foolish girl! You think you can escape us?!" Said Nott. Nott, Bellatrix, and Lucius walked up to her and stood in front of her, staring at her with amusement They thought this was... funny? She felt anger boil up inside of her.
"Well, I think we've worn out our welcome." Said Bella. Nott nodded, Lucius hadn't said anything, he was just staring at Ginny.
"Good-Bye, Ginger!" Called Bellatrix. She waved her hand in a wave and smirked. She raised her wand and pointed it at Ginny's chest.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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(A/N): Sorry it's not as long as the last one and sorry for not updating it so long:D Hope ya enjoy!
