Chapter 6: Allison Madison
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Weird analogy, but true, nonetheless.
Well, I think this is it, I just have a quick dedication:
This is dedicated to my buddy, Alex. She got my off of my white ass and told me to write it.
So I did.
Thanks Alex!
On with the fic!
Ashii Black
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"I am not entitled to say. Its really something I couldn't tell anyone." Harry said uncomfortably in the room.
Allison glared at him, and then glanced at Draco, who had just come out of his flashback. "Do you know why?" she asked coolly.
"Yes." Draco replied. "You aren't getting anything out of me, after what you've been saying."
"Can you tell me?" Dumbledore asked.
Both Harry and Draco looked uncomfortable. Something clicked in Allison's brain. "On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being you two are horrible enemies, and 10 being you two are as close as one can be, what are you when you protected Draco like that?" she asked Harry.
Harry frowned. "It's hard to explain. I don't especially want to talk about it anymore."
"It's like this thing that works only as a secret. If it isn't a secret, then the whole idea is really nothing." Draco added.
Allison frowned. "Do you think this would affect the fate of the cult?"
"I highly doubt it." Harry answered.
Arthur frowned. "Harry, why-"
"Look, Mr. Weasley, I can't tell you. If you want to fire me, then that's okay. I just can't tell you."
Dumbledore and Arthur nodded. "Very well. I suppose if it has nothing to do with those Aesehininians, then I don't se why you can't keep this secret." Dumbledore said, and Arthur nodded in agreement.
Allison sneered. "I really don't know why you run things like this in Britain." She shook her head, bit her tongue, and stalked out of the room.
"Isn't she the Girl-Next-Door?" Harry commented. "Malfoy, can I speak to you for a moment?"
"Sure." Draco followed Harry out of the door.
Harry took in a deep breath. "You remember what happened?"
"I was awake. How could I forget a promise like that?" Draco asked softly.
"I thought you didn't know."
"Don't bother apologizing, Potter. I'm not supposed to know about a lot of things."
Harry grinned and said, "I need to talk with Ron and Hermione. I'll see you later." He sort of touched Draco's arm as if to pull him closer, but then dropped it, and walked away, leaving Draco to contemplate what THAT meant.
Allison laughed quietly behind the corner. "They are SO gay." She muttered.
"Ally, can I talk to you?" Michelle asked.
"Sure thing. What's up?" she asked, stretching her arms.
"What were you trying to pull back there? Tom has half the mind to fire you!"
"Course he does." Allison said. "You've been advising him correctly, haven't you?"
Michelle glared at Allison. "I didn't advise him in anything, Ally."
"Sure you did. He just decided to break up with my sister because they weren't right for each other?" Ally asked suddenly.
"Tom never loved her." Michelle hissed.
"He did…then a younger girl came along and took him." Allison answered coldly.
"I'm older than you." Michelle shot back.
"Yes, well, I wasn't attracted to Tom, was I?" Allison asked.
"You always wanted what Abby had, didn't you?"
Allison glared at her. "Abby was the best sister I ever had, and maybe if you hadn't started telling Tom shit about us, maybe she'd still be alive today."
"You blame Tom and I for her death? She was killed by the cult long ago." Michelle answered.
"Four years?" Allison asked. "Is that long ago? Those bastards are going to pay for what they did to her."
"I just hope you're on the right side when I kick the shit out of you." Michelle answered and started to walk off. She stopped, and turned around. "Oh, and you forgot. She's not Abby anymore, is she? Isn't it more like Abriwya?" she asked cruelly.
Allison stared at Michelle for the longest time before Michelle turned away and left to presumably go find Tom. Sirius walked by and noticed Allison staring at the opposite wall, glowering. "Uh, Madison? Are you alright?"
"Huh? You I'm fine. And call me Allison. I don't like last names." She said bluntly.
"Alright, Allison, what's bothering you? People don't glower at walls for no reason. UNLESS, of course, the wall said something. Then I don't blame you. Those walls say the nastiest things sometimes." The Auror joked.
That brought Allison's smile out. "Michelle's a bitch." She answered.
"Why?"
"Well, she knows my family, for one." Allison replied.
"Is your family bad?" Sirius asked.
"I'm Pureblooded." She enjoyed short answers, apparently.
Sirius nodded. "Ah, the Dark Wizards. Like my own family."
"The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black." Allison quoted.
"So you've heard of me?"
"You are James Potter's best friend, escaped convicted murderer, Harry Potter's godfather, the dead good guy, and finally, my favorite, the Resurrected Sex God."
"Never heard of the last one." Sirius said, grinning. "Resurrected Sex God, you say?"
She laughed. "That was my sister's name for you before she died."
Sirius frowned. "How did she die?"
"She was a world famous Auror. Her name was Abigail Madison. Did you know her?"
"She actually helped on my case to prove my innocence after I was brought back. I didn't know she died, though."
"She died four years ago." Allison said, looking down sadly. "You see, our mother was murdered by those Aesehininians, and I was just a baby. She was about 14 at the time, so she raised me herself."
"If this isn't too painful, how did she die?" Sirius asked softly.
"During my Auror training, she went on a mission to Australia. She was the sacrifice for the people." Allison replied coldly. "I won't go into any more details."
Sirius nodded. "I'm sorry." He felt it was right to hug her, so he gave her a hug.
"And all this time, I thought you were gay." A voice said behind them.
Before Sirius could retort to Snape's comment, Allison grinned and said, "And all this time, I thought you were a grease head slime ball who couldn't get a girlfriend. Oh wait! You still are! Silly me!" she laughed.
Sirius burst out laughing and Snape glared at her.
"You see, Professor, I can never be trusted. Just because you agree with me that Draco Malfoy is a scumbag doesn't mean I don't dislike you." She shrugged.
Sirius stared at her in amazement. How could she go from sad, depressed Ally to bitchy, arrogant Allison that fast?
Snape couldn't find a response to that, so he did his famous pivot, and flounced off, looking much like he was doing the interlude to the Swam Princess. Or maybe that was just the author's dream. Oh well.
"Ron? Hermione? Can I talk to you?"
"Sure, Harry. What about?" Ron asked, Hermione nodding.
"Well, last night. I saw you two together. Ron, what are you two going to do about Cho?"
Hermione gasped in realization. "Oh my god. What are we going to do?" she asked.
Ron wasn't concerned about that. "You saw us? God, Harry, I'm so sorry. I know you-"
"Well, I didn't need to see it, though my main concern is Cho. She IS coming down to see you soon, isn't she?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah, she is. Harry, you're taking this rather well. I thought you wouldn't understand."
"Of course I understand, Ron! Why wouldn't I? You two are my best friends and I knew you'd end up together." Harry said.
Suddenly, some students stopped in the corridors and screamed, "OH MY GOD! ITS RON WEASLEY AND HARRY POTTER!"
Half the school came running. When one girl saw Ron, she passed out.
"What do you know, Harry? You too are a Resurrected Sex God." Sirius said, coming up behind them.
Hermione choked on nothing, and the crowd cried, "SIRIUS BLACK!"
A few more girls fainted. People started lining up for autographs and pictures.
When Crowe, Morage, Beta, and Carter finally saw the four standing there, Crowe and Morage stopped and stared at Sirius in amazement. "Its him – Padfoot." Crowe said.
"The greatest Marauder of all time." Morage added.
"Can we touch your robes?" both boys asked.
Sirius raised his eyebrow. "Um…sure. Just above the waist." He answered, giving them an odd look.
Meanwhile, Carter was talking in-depth about Quidditch to Ron, and Beta was naming all of the books had read about Harry TO Harry. "Geez, 'Mione, he sounds like you?" Harry said in amazement.
"What, because he read Hogwarts: A History?" she asked haughtily.
"EXACTLY." He answered.
The four boys got along so well with Sirius, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they all sat next to each other at dinner. The only problem that happened was that Shane Marrows came up to Hermione. "'Ermy, you deed not show up for our date."
Beta, Carter, Morage, Crowe, and Sirius all whooped, Harry and Ron's eyes widened, and Hermione's mouth dropped open. "Oh my gosh, Shane. I completely forgot. I was doing research all night, and I was so tired. This morning, Ron, Harry, and Sirius flew in, and it was all so hectic."
"Maybe tomorrow, zen?" he asked desperately.
Hermione looked at Ron, who was glaring at Shane. He spoke up. "Shane, can I speak with you and Hermione alone?"
"Of course you can speak with me. 'Hermy, Weasley, come along. We'll all talk!" he announced in his brilliant French accent.
So Hermione and Ron got up and followed Shane into his office. She noticed Ron locked the door behind him.
Shane and Ron grinned. "You see, Hermione, we are taking you out…one by one…" Shane said in a very clear voice.
"Shane, I don't understand. Ron, what's he talking about?"
Ron gave her a look mixed with pity and satisfaction. "Don't call me Ron." He said.
"Dumbledore was a fool to hire me, knowing very well I didn't graduate from Beauxbatons. Stupid fool." Shane said, smirking.
"Did I ask you to speak, Marrows?" Ron asked. "No, I did not. Now let me speak."
"You two are from the cult." Hermione said in realization. "But Ron, why would you join them?"
"I'm not Ron." He said, sneering. "Your precious Ron is back in the dungeons. You should see what Abriwya has done to him." The not-Ron said laughing.
"Is he alive?" Hermione asked tightly.
"Barely. You didn't REALLY think I'd kill such a pretty face? He IS rather good looking, between us girls."
"You're a girl?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Yes. IS there a problem with that?" she said, slowly morphing into a cloaked figure.
"Only that I had sex with you." Hermione commented.
"Well, we Metamorphmagi don't really care about sexuality when it comes to all that. Really, I thought you'd be better. Then again, you're just a Mudblood. What do you know?" she asked cruelly.
"And why do you want to kill me?" Hermione asked, ignoring the girl's comments.
"You killed our Christ."
"Voldemort deserved to die." Hermione replied.
Shane and the girl laughed. "Didn't I tell you anything? We don't worship Voldemort. Sure, he was a big tool for Aesehinini to have, but he wanted things done his own way. But then again, Hermione, would you like to be a part of our Savior's return?" she asked smoothly.
"Why?" she asked.
"I just think you're really cute." She whispered in her ear.
Hermione pushed the girl away. "What's you name, anyways?"
"Sehietheliniae." She answered.
"Is that your real name?"
She snorted. "It's my birth name, but it translates to something different. So, how about it? I'm sure Aesehinini will love you. I even think you could be a Prophet. You've shown signs of being one."
"How do you know this?" Hermione asked. "How do you know me?"
"I have students in my power. Teachers too." She said, running her hand across Shane's chest. "I really don't think you are interested." She sighed. "oh, and Ron wanted to give you a message: He loves you."
Hermione screamed and tackled Sehietheliniae. Her hood fell off, and she let out a yelp. "YOU!" she gasped.
That was the last thing she remembered before she passed out.
"Hey, what's going-" Allison asked, starting to open the door. She noticed the scene of Hermione on the ground, and Shane and Sehietheliniae grinning. They hadn't seen her yet. She turned and ran straight for the Griffindor Table. "Potter, Black, they have Granger."
Thank god that by this time, the four students had decided that they'd better do their homework.
"And that Professor, he-" she moved to continue.
"What?!" Harry yelled. The Great Hall went quiet.
"Its just-weird." She said in shock. Her voice dropped. "Weasley was gone. I have no idea-" she trailed off.
Sirius frowned and said, "Allison, Harry, come with me to go see Dumbledore."
"When in doubt, go to the Principal." Allison commented.
"Do you happen to have an alter-ego?" Harry asked, glaring at her as they walked.
"I was tested negative, but I think they were just really bad doctors." Allison replied.
"Cockroach Cluster!" Harry said, and the door opened. Allison, Sirius, and Harry went inside quickly, running into Dumbledore's office.
But he wasn't at his desk. He wasn't even there. Harry frowned.
"Where is he? What would he be doing on a Saturday?" Allison demanded.
"Maybe he's out." Sirius suggested. The two kept talking, but Harry stood there, thinking.
"You guys, shut up." Harry said suddenly.
"What?" Allison asked.
"Shut up. I think I hear something."
They were all silent. Sure enough, there was someone clearly struggling to breathe. Harry tried to follow where the noise was coming from, and it ended up being behind Dumbledore's desk. He screamed at what he saw and backed away.
Allison and Sirius came running up to where Harry was standing. They stared at the image before them.
Dumbledore was lying on his back, his head turned sideways. He was bruised badly and a bag of Reeses Pieces were in his hand. Just the image of Dumbledore so hurt and helpless was terrifying.
Allison ran to him and gently shook the old man. "Albus Dumbledore, can you hear me?" she asked. He nodded slowly. "Good. What happened?"
Harry spoke up. "The Black Book-she said that she'd poison him slowly…the Reeses Pieces…" he trailed off.
"Why is he bruised?" Sirius asked.
Harry frowned. "I don't know."
Then Dumbledore grabbed Allison's black robes and pulled her towards him. "At the first light on the fourth day, look to the East. She'll be back." He said, and then was still.
All was silent for a few minutes, the three staring at Dumbledore's dead body.
Harry was the first to cry out. His tears came quickly, and he fell to his knees, sobbing. Sirius quickly followed him much in the same fashion, but Allison stared at Dumbledore in shock.
Through his tears, Harry spoke words of vengeance. "I will torture and kill whoever has done this to him!" he vowed.
A flash of lightning filled the room and then all was dark.
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Draco sat on his chair in front of his desk, planning his next classes for Monday. He sighed and sat back, unable to concentrate.
He heard a knock on his door. "Come in." he said.
The door opened and there stood Shelia Clairence. "Yes, Clairence?"
She looked quite terrified, but walked up to his desk and sat down at the chair in front of him. "Can I talk to you?" she managed to ask.
"Sure." Draco smiled and put his quill down.
"Get out." She said, trembling.
Draco frowned. "What?"
"Get out." She repeated louder this time.
"What do you mean?"
She shook her head quickly. "Run away. Get out!" she said louder.
"Why Shelia?" he asked. "Do you know something?"
She looked even more terrified. "He's dead. You're not safe anymore. GET OUT!"
"Who's dead?"
Tears streamed down her face. "She'll kill me! She's going to kill me!" she said.
"Who?" Draco yelled, grabbing her shoulders. "WHO?"
She shook her head sobbing wildly.
"Shelia, are you talking about Sehietheliniae?"
She gasped and stared at him open mouthed. "You-know-she-you?"
"Yes, I know who she is. How do you know about his?" he asked, letting her go.
"I-I can't! I'm dead, I'm dead." She moaned, tears coming back.
"No, you're not dead! I'll protect you! How do you know this? Why should I leave?"
She'll kill them, you know. She'll murder until there's no one left to murder but herself. She'll do that, too." Shelia said in a low voice. "If you get out, she'll spare their lives for just a little longer."
"Shelia, how do you know all this?"
She hesitated, and then, "I was one of them. They said things…horrible things…they have them and killed-they killed-"
"Who is them and who did the kill?"
"I can't say! She'll make my death longer!" she screamed.
"Maybe I can stop it!"
She looked at him, horror struck. "Whatever you do, DON'T do that. No, no, no." she whimpered. "Anyone else but you. I won't let her take you." She muttered.
Draco stared at her. "Please, tell me who they have."
"Granger and Weasley. They are as good as dead. So is Potter. So just get out." She whimpered again.
"They have them?!" Draco yelled, pounding his desk.
"Yes. Please get out." She sobbed, shaking uncontrollably.
"Do you need somewhere to stay? You can stay with me. I'll protect you." Draco said reassuringly. "I won't let them hurt you."
She looked surprised at his offer, and then shook her head wildly. "That's even worse. They'll be searching to kill me and find you too. No way."
"What's your other option?"
"To die." She said softly. "I betrayed their trust. No one lives. Stupid Russians." She cursed. "They are to die too."
"Lia and Yenny will die?"
"Naturally. But that's not the point. If they get you, it will be everything they've wanted. I can't. Please, run away. Tell Madison to go with you." She added and stood up to go. Draco grabbed her arm and spun her to face him. He could feel her breath on his face.
"Please, Shelia, tell me what's wrong. Don't go."
"Look, that was my warning. Get out of Hogwarts. She'll find you. She'll hunt you down, but at least it will be past the ritual. Don't expect to see me again. I gave my life for your safety. I can hold them off for a little while, so don't waste time. Take Allison Madison with you." She repeated. "Goodbye."
She pulled away and sprinted off. Draco chased after her out the door, but when he looked through the doorway, she had disappeared.
Then he saw Allison running towards him, tears on her face. "Malfoy, its-"
"Madison, we need to go."
"What?"
"Run. Grab some stuff and run."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." She replied unsteadily.
"Madison, something terrible will happen if we don't leave. Grab your stuff and let's go."
"I don't-"
"There's no time to explain. Someone's dead and they already have Weasley and Granger."
"I already knew that." Allison said quietly.
"Who's the dead one?" Draco asked.
"Dumbledore." She replied. "Poisoned through his Reeses Pieces."
Draco swore a few times, calmed down, and said, "All the more reason for us to run. Let's go."
"Shouldn't we tell anyone-"
"No." he replied sharply. "There's no time, and no one must know where we're going."
"I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm running off with an ex-psycho!"
He nodded. "Good job with the description. Just make sure next time, it's a sexy blond ex-psycho." He grinned. "Meet me back here in five minutes tops. We need to leave now."
She sighed and took off to go pack up. Draco too sighed and flung a few robes into a suitcase, along with a comb and a few pairs of underwear. He also took about half of his money from the safe in his office and grabbed a book that he had checked out from the Restricted Section of the library: "Aesehinini".
Allison ran quickly back to Draco's office, pulling a large suitcase with her. "What's that?" Draco asked.
She looked at her suitcase and said, "My stuff."
"Madison, we're running away, not going on a vacation."
She frowned and asked, "Where can I get a new suitcase?"
Draco sighed and handed her his half full suitcase.
She stared at it. "There's stuff in it." She commented.
"Yes, it's my suitcase."
"How am I supposed to fit my stuff in there?"
"I don't know! Just bring an extra robe, a hairbrush, and money!"
"What about shampoo?" she daringly asked.
"No."
She glared at him. "A toothbrush?"
"Fine. Just pack lightly."
She continued glaring at him, until she opened her suitcase and stuck a few things in it. "I don't believe I'm doing this." She muttered as they began walking.
Then they opened the door and left Hogwarts.
But as they quickly walked across the Quidditch field, Draco could have sworn he heard a voice say, "You can run, but you can't hide from me, Draco."
END OF CHAPTER 6
Couple quick N/A:
Yes, I did take that Dumbledore line from LotR. Forgive me.
I wrote this in a hurry, sorry for any typos you see….
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