A/N- Ok, next chapter, I really have been studying for French, I got A's on 2 of my last finals and I have 1 more to go- so Muahahahaha…I don't know, but this is the next Raven Nights chapter, I'm also working on my next Breaking Loose chapter- so don't fret none, I am holding fort with all my stories, even TDG- that chapter is painfully long and I got yelled at for writing it in class, my English teacher took it and read it out loud- she hasn't bothered me since….
-Chapter Eight: Mission Reviewed-
Raven had been found.
Actually 'found' wasn't the technical word for it, Joaquin had known where she was, and Joaquin was now the top leader of The Agency; so much for his wanting freedom. He had called her back, he had triggered her number and brought her back to The Agency's home front to win her back and put her back into the mission she was last assigned.
Joaquin now stood before her, his white hair tousled and his black eyes dangerously screening her over: "Raven, I hope you are still on top of everything." Raven, her head bowed, lifted her red eyes to glare at him through scattered tresses of red hair, her voice low and full of malicious pain. "Joaquin, as I remember, you gave me leave."
His lip quirked into a small trace of a smile, "I gave you leave before I was in charge, now I call you back." Raven stood and with the easy stride of a predator, stopped inches from Joaquin's face, "And you think I will come." it wasn't a question. He leaned in, "I know you will, Frazer had it beaten into you, The Agency calls, you will answer."
"Nope. I have a family now, what will my children think if their Mom doesn't come home anymore?" Joaquin waved his hand and dismissed the agents lurking around the room, even unarmed, Raven was not to be trusted, softly he whispered to her, almost pleading with her, "Look, I know we hurt you, we sent you out to be hurt for Christ's sake, but you will forgive us, you always do."
"Desires change." she said dryly.
"What have they done to you?" Joaquin looked nearly horrified.
"Whatever has been done to me, whatever I have done…as surely as blood soaks my hands, and it does, touches out the banks of travesty and reaches to the hem of hell, I swear I will not do it."
"Don't say that, Raven, you loved it once."
"And I love it still, more's the pity."
Raven watched Joaquin turn away, he could tell her to do a million things, but he couldn't stand to hear her say she loved The Agency. Finally gaining enough courage to look at her, Joaquin turned, "Raven, I would like nothing better than to send you back to your children, to your husband, to the friends you've made…" he took a breath struggling over words his tongue didn't want to say, "…but, your job is not complete, Voldemort's plan wasn't discovered," he locked his dark eyes with hers, "you're going back in, Raven. You said to me once that you needed this, so take it."
"Joaquin, I've tasted freedom, I've tasted love, I have been torn apart by sorrow, I want my freedom, I earned it, you go, I'm "dead" remember, you told me that."
"Turner, by order of all The agency, I command you to this task." he took his wand out and uttered an old spell Raven had forgotten, "Dasmeinte coeur fabricant obedience!" he had spelled Raven's obedienceand she would be his to control until he released her from the spell or she died, the latter would undoubtedly come first…
"Dad, have you seen Mom? I really need to talk with her." Serverus Snape leaned in to glare fully into his rebellious daughter's eyes, "You could talk with me."
Rubbing her arms in panic: "Dad, umm…no, I really need to talk with Mom."
"She's not here, probably off at Grimmauld Place with Sirius Black, how she stands him I don't even pretend to understand."
"Can I go, Dad?" the look in Mackenny's eyes was painfully pleading, "Mackenny, no, you may not go, tell me what you wish to tell her."
Mac squirmed uncomfortably, her innocent red eyes looking anywhere but him. "Ok…" she whispered, "I…I'm…I'm bleeding from," she once again paused to glance uncomfortably around the room, whispering bashfully: "I'm bleeding from down there!"
Snape paled and quickly grabbed Mackenny by the arm, dragging her towards the infirmary, "Why did you not go see Madam Pomfrey? She could've had this sorted out." with hushed fascination, not listening to her father what so ever, Mac babbled on: "You mean this is normal? I'm supposed to bleed!"
"Yes you're 'supposed to bleed' you're becoming a woman much quicker than I'd hoped."
"Mom never said…" Serverus let out a harsh laugh, "You think your mother maternal enough to share something like that, don't girls your age talk about this?"
"I think I'd be to embarrassed to talk about it, maybe the older girls…but I don't talk with them." stopping outside the infirmary he cleared his throat: "Mackenny, you go on in there yourself, it is your problem, and I should warn you, once every month this problem will happen, now go…I don't know, go talk with Madam Pomfrey, don't bother me with something like this again." she smiled shyly, "Thanks Dad." a smile for his daughter finally reached his eyes, "You're welcome, Mackenny."
Snape turned to find his son David sitting three feet behind him, drawing chalk dragons on the stone floor. "David," he said gently, picking the silent six year old off the floor, "you know better than to chalk up the school." the little boy scowled at him and made a feeble attempt to regain control of his chalk, a soft clucking told Snape that Amelia wasn't far off, "Amelia, why don't you try to keep a better eye on your brother next time." the claret haired imp scuttled over to the chalk, picked it up, took David from Snape's arms and hurried back down to the dungeons.
"Paris, you might as well pop out now, your surprise will end up lacking as it is."
A sullen boy of ten with blood red hair and black eyes, slid out from a dark corner and mumbled something darkly before following his younger siblings down into the dungeons. Serverus still hadn't gotten used to being a father yet, and now with six…he was nearly as bad as the Weasleys…Raven was missing and he had no idea where she could've gotten to. A sharp throbbing began to emanate from his forearm, he didn't like this, he didn't like this at all.
"Joaquin, I hate you, you can't make me do this, I have too much to live for now."
"Oh Turner, we can make you do this and we will, and as for the fact that you have children…we don't really care."
Raven kicked out at him and fell back into her restraints. Joaquin gently ran the back of his hand over her face, a purple bruise oozing over her temple, "I'm sorry for the chains, but we aren't sure we can trust you, Turner, we no longer know where your loyalties lie." Raven spit at him and caught him in the eye.
"Piss off Quinn!" she growled, "The only reason you need me is because you're to afraid to do it yourself, I'm the killing machine, I know that, I'm the best of the best- why else would you grab me out of my life and bring me the fuck back here?"
He tapped her bruise and with his other hand punched her in the stomach.
"Turner, we need you to do this, no one else reaches your stamina of things."
Raven laughed, the sound haunting from her bloody lips, "That's rich Quinn, that's real rich, just to let you know, you're not invited to my funeral, because that's what this is, a funeral. I'm going to die and you and none of your like give one flying fuck about what happens to me."
"Can you blame us? It's been trained into us like it was you, if you die, don't worry we'll make sure your memory is bathed with honor."
"Go to hell. You know that you won't get my body out of there, then again, that's if I have a body left to bring back." Joaquin brought his face down to hers, "Will you miss anyone, do you actually have a heart?" he brought his hand up and gently placed it around her esophagus.
"I have a husband and a lover, I have six children, let me go."
"You didn't answer, will you miss anyone?" he closed his hand and began lightly crushing, lightly strangling Raven into hatred and submission, giving her back her killing spirit.
"Yes!" she screamed, the answer torn from the heart she had only recently learned she had, Joaquin released his grip, "Yes, yes I'll miss someone."
"Who? Your husband? Your lover? Could it be your children? Would you like them to join you?" he smiled coolly as Raven turned her head to glare at him.
"Who I'll miss doesn't concern you, I'll see them again, I won't let this escapade of yours kill me."
"If this doesn't kill you, we will."
"Fucker!" Joaquin chuckled, "Good to see your energy is coming back, Turner, we were afraid we were sending in someone who'd lost…" his lips curled into treacherous smile, "their touch."
"Don't worry, my touch is the last thing I've lost."
"Good to hear it," he undid her chains, Raven fell to the ground, Joaquin held out his hand, "Welcome back, Turner, we'd thought you were lost to us forever."
"Almost, but duty is never fully forgotten."
Albus Dumbledore came flying into Grimmauld Place five minutes past two.
"Raven is gone, Serverus was called into question by Lord Voldemort…this is not going to end well." Remus stopped what he was doing, "Albus, are you sure?"
"Oh yes, and knowing Raven's Agency…she's on her way to doom right now." he began to pace the room, his nervous antics called Sirius down from his perpetual hole.
"Did I miss something?"
"Raven is gone." Sirius's eyes widened, "Gone? Gone where?"
"Missing."
"How?" Dumbledore approached him and placed a hand gently on his shoulder, "You love my niece, I can see that, but her Agency has taken her back…" Sirius flew up the stairs and returned seconds later dressed all in black, he held out his hand and Remus handed him his wand. "Sirius, you don't have to do this."
"No," he snarled, "I do, I love her, and I'll be damned if I'll let them kill her."
A/N- Two more chapters and then I'm going to start work on the sequel Mackenny Moon, obviously about Mackenny- but I won't say anymore till last chapter of this story then I'll do a preview to MM- please review…Oh I saw HP PoA Thursday at midnight showing, you all should see it, all of you, go right now, I don't care what time it is just go. Sirius black is God, Serverus Snape is Satan…was there ever any doubt in anyone's mind?
