Eli and Scorpious
On, how the names tore at my heart worse than Edward's leaving. Even worse than my own leaving. And on, how Azcaban had taunted me with such memories.
~ Flashback
Mother and Father were at "Happy Hour". A term I did not know the meaning of at the age of eight. I was playing with Eli's face as Scorpious and Eli played cheese. Cheese was something that had never quite interested me enough. Something that would later make me flinch at the sight of. Draco was with the Notts!
"Ow" Eli said as I hit his face a little too hard. Scorp merely laughed, picking me up and placing me in his lap to play patti-cake against his rock hard chest. He has something mother called "a 6-pack and a good tan". He was something his girlfriend Stella Notts called "a damn hot brit". And his best friend Xeno Zabini called him "a man worthy of all envy".
Slowly I stopped playing patti-cake and yawned, before resting my head on my brother's mid-section. With a sigh, Scorp picked my up and carried my up the stairs, telling Eli to wait a second. We were half way up the stairs by the time the front door opened. Scorpie had just enough time to turn his head to watch a masked man pull out a weird Muggle toy and point it at Eli.
With two loud bangs, Eli's eyes bugged before he slumped over, two bloody holes in his back. And as my father later told me "he died then and there". Scorp dropped me and charge the five large men.
Two flashes of green light.
Three more loud bangs.
Two strange men lay dead beside my brother's cold, unmoving body.
"Now who's this pretty little baby here?" one of the three remaining strangers asked. The question pulled the attention of the other two men to me.
~ End of Flashback
Before the Aurros piled in by the many, and before either of my parents got home, those three men raped me. I was eight, and had violently lost my innocence.
Scorpious, who was probably the only Slytherin to ever be friends with people from every house, had attended school with Bill and Charlie Percy, and the twins. Witches and wizards from all over came to my mom, at my brother's funeral. Eli was cremated, just as he'd always wanted. His ashes were scattered across the Pacific Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea.
Stella, who's apparently been engaged to my brother with a Malfoy heirloom to prove it, tried to 'off' herself before marrying Xeno. They aren't as close as a lot of married couple, and Scorp is still fresh in their minds. They were having a hard time moving on. They have a little five year old named Scorpia, and a three year old named Challenge, to whom they named me the godmother of. They're happy now, and I see them often. But neither of them have lived in England since the shooting. And personally, I like their houses in Athens, Greece and Norfolk Virginia better anyways.
My mom still has moments when she'll forget about it all, and ask how Scorp and Stella are doing. Or worse, where Eli is. Or she'll forget she wishes it was me who had been killed that night.
My dad was happy when he'd heard that I was happy again, and with a pure-blood no less. When I had first got together with Fred, way back when, dad was the one to tell the twins about my rape. It all came up when he was giving them the "if you hurt my daughter" speech.
And Fred, well… I'd known him since I was six, when Scorp thought it'd be fun to take me out of the house when he went to visit his friends. By the time I'd come to Hogwart's I hadn't seen him in three years.
And me? Well it depends on the day. That's all I'm going to say.
Any who…
I turned to look at the group of people staring at me like I was loco. All except Fred, with that little gleam in his eyes, telling me that he knew. He always knew.
"Bombs away!"
I looked up quickly, only to see Theodore Notts and Blaise Zabini drop a huge – no! timorous! – water balloon from a window on the fifth floor. And after years of having done this with the twins, I conjured up an umbrella. A magic umbrella.
So basically the water balloon hit the umbrella only to bounce back up and hit two of my favorite Slytherins. Mwahahahaha!
"You can't trick the untrickable, boys," I mocked, before remembering a Muggle movie I'd seen. Alvin and the Chipmunks
"Oh, and Theodore, the muggles have made a movie with your name in it. Only the character they gave your name to is a fat, little chipmunk. He's so adorable."
Notts glared back at me while to other boy was laughing out loud.
"Au revoir you two," and I skipped away twirling my umbrella as I did, with a trademark Malfoy smirk on my face.
By mid-November it was snowing outside. I'd been avoiding both Fred and Edward very well, as well as the rest of the Cullens and anyone who wasn't Ginny, George, or my five favorite Slytherins.
Today was a Hogsmede visit, and I had on sweats, my Uggs, a tank-top, and very warm jacket with aviators. Underneath I wore cheer shorts and leggings, with a dragon-leather belt. I would be going skating later.
I went down to breakfast in the Great Hall with Ginny, who was wearing the pink version of my black and white attire (the set my mother wished I would wear). I laid down on the bench, with Ginny opposite me, and we talked about "who was hotter" as the other students slowly joined us in the Hall.
"Zabini or Notts?" I said.
"Notts." we both cried out.
"Seamous or Dean?" Ginny asked.
"Finnealy" I said.
"Dean," Said Ginny.
"Weirdo," I called back.
"Cullen or Cullen?" I asked again.
"What?" Ginny asked, obviously not understanding my perfectly clear question.
"Jasper or Emmet? Duh."
"Jasper," said Ginny.
"Emmet" I replied.
"Oh, you only say that because you like men who have muscle and that you can outwit," I mentioned. Ah, how it is good to have best friends.
"Yes, but Jasper could sit unnoticed in a corner and make everyone laugh, cry, and love," countered Ginny. "If only others would too…"
"Oh hush" I mentioned sighing. "Carlisle or Edward?"
"Edward" replied Ginny quickly.
"Carlisle" I replied without hesitation.
"What?" she said looking at me wide-eyed under the table. What is it with these people, and looking at me like I've somehow gone loco?
"I like older men," I quipped. See? Simplicity.
"True that," replied Ginny. Which is code for: "I might not understand you logic, but I can agree with your mind".
"Hatter from Alice? Or Tristan from Tristan and Isodle?" I asked, remembering the movies we'd watched with Hermione at her house.
"Both," she said. Now that was something we could agree on.
"Peter Parker? Or his friend Harry O?" Ginny asked.
"His friend," I said chuckling. Another thing we could agree on.
"But why?" Hermione, or Hermi as I'm now calling her (for no reason at all) asked as she joined us a the table. Ginny and I both sat up and looked at one another.
"I hate anyone and everyone with the initials P.P. Peter Parker, Peter Petegrew, and Pansy Parkinson, just to name a few," I explained.
"So says the girl with the motto of: "I hold no prejudices. I hate everyone equally." Hermi says rolling her eyes.
"Except Fred," Ginny and Hermi finished.
"Well fine then!" I shouted, glaring daggers at them both as Ron and Harry sat down with us. I got up and walked over to the Slytherin table, plopping down in between Zabini and Notts.
"So you don't think I'm hotter than Teddy-bear?" Blaise asked in 'fake hurt' and true astonishment.
"Oh Blaisy-Bo! Everyone already knew that! I joked him. I really don't see why other people hate them, they're hilarious! Only, we did try to take over the school, so…
Blaise-Boo and Teddy-bear, ha! They still remember the names I called them back when I was like two. It's so cute.
Draco sat down on the other side of the table as Zabini and Notts continued their childish banter. My brother rolled his eyes with a bored expression, obviously thinking the same thing I was. Children! Ha!
Vince Crabbe and Gregory Goyle sat down on either side of my brother, having already apologized for their not stopping Pansy.
"I'm bored." Vince commented. I cocked an eyebrow at him, in wonder.
"I have never asked one of those questions where I know the answer I get isn't going to be the one I want." I said, starting our usual game. Vince, Thea, and Greg drank their milk.
"I have never admitted to being a virgin." Blaise said. I drank. Draco shook his head at me, as if he was disgusted by it.
"You were drunk!" my darling brother exclaimed, rather loudly, to the point the whole of the Great Hall was looking at us. Then deadening silence.
"Why don't you say it a little louder?! I'm sure N.I.N.J.A. didn't hear." Notts said, covering for me. N.I.N.J.A. is the wizarding school in Japan. I can't recall what the initials N.I.N. stands for, because it's some really complicated Japanese words. But J.A. stands for Japanese Academy. Theo, Blaise and I all wish we'd been accepted there.
"I have never told my mother about what goes on here." Vince said.
"Amen to that!" I said, standing up and giving a high-five to him. No one drank.
"I have never NOT told my sister about my sex life." my dearest brother said. Zobini, Crabbe, Goyle and I drank. Theodore blushed crimson, and getting a round of "Oh!" from all of us. No wonder Draco and my brother are good friends.
Zabini gave me a questioning look, as if wondering what I knew. So I explained, "I know the home of ever girl he's screwed, and in which year."
Now it was Draco's turn to blush, as the boys all gave him questioning looks. Teddy-bear, though, looked happy not to be the only one with a sister who knew such information.
"I have never gone to first base… with Bambi." Greg said, using my nickname again. With a loud "We have!" Blaise, Teddy, and Vince all took a drink. Draco looked pissed, viciously mad, as if daring them to say it again. And Blaise, seeming to have more balls than brains, did.
"We swapped tricks," he explained. "She's probably the best in the school."
"We played the game 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' and tried seeing how far you could get in those seven minutes. Who would have known you could get so far?" Teddy told the group, infuriating my brother further. I could see Edward growl in the corner of my eye, probably telling the 'adults' all about our conversation. Fred on the other hand, looked amused.
"She gave me my first kiss," Vince said cheerfully, as if he only wanted to brighten my brother's day.
Finally my brother got up off his seat, his face as red as can be. He pointed his wand at Zabini, then at me, and then at Teddy before pointing it back at Zabini. Pissed, he looked like he was going to say something, standing there with his mouth open, his face beet-red. He closed his mouth and stormed out of the Great Hall with a loud shout while leaving, "My sister's a slut!"
And with that, the boys and I all burst out laughing. My brother and his overly dramatic ways. Breakfast continued with us laughing and joking, and telling each other some of the weird things we've done. Like me, and getting my skull cracked open all for a cookie. Or Blaise, picking a house elf to be his designated teddy-bear to sleep with. Notts had, at one point, told us how he used to have his sister give him many girly make-overs. Crabbe used to enjoy eating his dog's bacon treats. And Goyle dyed his mother's hair neon pink, in a spark of 'accidental' magic. From me, they learned how the 'Prince of Slytherins', my dearest, darling brother, had cried his eyes out when our mother had lost his pacifier.
But then, as breakfast was over, Notts and I got up, and walked about a foot away before finding ourselves being pulled right back to Zabini. And he was not happy at all!
"What the heck!" he roared, once again grabbing the attention of the Great Hall. Just to test a theory, I walked away again.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four…
And the magical force pulled me back like an invisible bungie cord.
Blaise and Theo looked at each other in panic, turning away from each other and walking away.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four…
Now my feet aren't touching the floor.
Five steps.
Six steps.
Seven steps.
Eight…
I can move just a little, but now's a little too late.
Both boys, with at least twice the weight as I, are pulled back fast, their bodies sandwiching my in between as we collided.
"Owie!" I screamed as they hit me, full force, both my shoulders making an odd, and painful popping sound, something like you'd experience at a chiropractic appointment. Then, with sudden rage I screamed, "You're so dead for this Malfoy." I snarled. I growled.
"So how are you going to go about this?" Hermione asked – oh I mean Hermi.
"Well there's the easy way," I mumbled, furious.
"Or the hard way," Blaise reminded.
"Or how about the plain old fun way?" Notts asked. Only it wasn't really a question, because he threw me over his shoulder, dragging Blaise along with us.
"We're off to see the wizard… the oh, so wonderful wizard of Hogwarts," I sighed, humming the tune as Notts proceeded to take us to the dungeons.
Oh Snape, I hope you can fix this.
~ Fred Pok
I watched the two Slytherins walk off with Ren. The mind-reading Cullen, who'd stole my girlfriend, had told us everything they'd said in their hilarious conversation. It's good to know he didn't ruin her sense of humor, like everything else.
The thief growled at me. "Well if you don't like what I'm thinking, then don't listen," I thought. Then I added, "Now stick that in your juice box and suck it!" just for kicks.
"Why don't you just get it through you head that Bella's mine?!" Eddie-boy yelled at me.
"Oh, you can have Bella, but you'll have to get her out of Arizona first. Besides, she's old, married, crazy, and working for ol' Voldy. I'll take Serenity, Bella's niece," I told the blood-sucker. This banter even made Snape snicker.
"Serenity is mine," I continued. "She's been mine since before you were in the picture. She'll be mine even after you're gone. And besides, I didn't break her heart."
"I'm free! And without Sev's help. Ha!" I added.
Everyone turned to see Ren run back in, without Notts or Zabini. He started running circles around the Gryffindor table, like he was waiting for Ginny to arrive.
"Come on Gin! Stop being so evil! Come on, so we can go!" Ren was panting. "It's called the buddy system," he was saying, "if you don't come, I'm taking Potter and trade him for a cookie!"
"God, this table is too long!" his complaints went on. "Who designed this thing? Are they dead yet, or do I have to bring them back to life to kill them?" Ren was rambling by then, when Ron and the Cullens were laughing. "Stop laughing you… you… you old people! And that includes you Ron. So stop laughing Ronald, or I'll make you give me a piggy-back ride!"
At that moment Ronald stopped laughing, and then Serenity started singing, almost on some phantom cue. "To the window, to the wall, to the sweat rolling down… (Thinking… thinking) George's balls! All his female dogs crawl," she conclued.
And then she started doing flips.
"Pedicure on our toes! Trying on all our clothes. Boys blowing up our phones. Um… You build me up, you break me down. My heart, it pounds. Yeah, you got me with my hands up. Put your hands up… (Hesitation)… Um… dang, I can't remember the rest," Serenity took a breath, all the while thinking.
Now she started spinning, entertaining as it was.
"Let's pretend you're mine. We could just pretend, we could just pretend, yeah, yeah, yeah! You got what I like! You got what I like. Oh come on," she was singing. "One taste and you want more! So tell me what you're waiting for… We aren't going to last forever, let me show you all the things… dah, dah… yeah!"
And then she sat down next to Ginny, obviously tired of running, her spazy adrenaline having made her bored. She was bouncing in her seat, playing with her Muggle iPhone.
"So is she always this way?" my bother Charlie asked, obviously not remembering that she's been like this all the years I've known her.
"Yes, always!" Sirius commented, waiting to see what she'd do next. And sure enough, like on cue… "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, and No! This can't be happening! No!" she cried in absolute hysterics. Ginny asked her a question quietly, only to get looked back at like she was the devil.
"There's this Muggle, and I can't remember his name. But he makes these videos called Fred," she started. "And, anyways, I've show you them, and stuff, and they're like me… like right now… like when I'm off my sanity pills… and they're funny," she went on. "But iCarly insulted Fred and then," she stopped wiping pretend tears away, bent down and whispered something in Ginny's ear which made my sister's eyes bulge.
"NO!" I heard my sister say. Serenity's crazy. Overly dramatized, and it's wearing off on my sister I see.
"Yes! Fred is dead, and it's all Freddy's fault," Serenity screamed. "R.A.P.E. Fred!"
"RAPE?" Snobby, blonde Cullen girl asked, obviously not getting Ren's logic, which only George, Ginny and I truly understood.
"Rest at peace, eternally," my twin clarified for the whole group.
"She wants that written on her headstone when she's six feet under," I added.
"Holy Mother Fuckers!" Ren shouted, bringing everyone's attention back to her. "Fred's alive again!"
That wasn't truly funny, but then her Muggle toy started singing with Ren's voice along with that of at least 5 men, "I like big butts, and I can not lie! You'd better tell that girl to shut up… to the sweat rolling down my balls! Cause I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen. I don't like your girlfriend! Shorty's like a melody in my head. Kiss me through the phone--"
"My brother's declared me a slut, Jason," she said, talking to the thing. "So how can I help you, help me, help you?" And with that, the crazy girl (Serenity) got up, and left, pulling the evil alcohol (Gin A.K.A. Ginny) out of the Great Hall with her.
"That was weird," Charlie decided.
"Well, she's like Sherlock Holmes. Crazy insane. The best at what she does, but few understand her logic," my twin explained, having read the Muggle book Ren had given him.
"And today, it seems, is one of those days she's off her A.D.D. pills," I stated.
"Or the add pills, as she calls them," George and I said together. Then I stood up to leave, but at the same time so did George. We gave each other questioning looks before strutting down the Great Hall.
"Good day twin," George said to me.
"Good day my lesser third," I laughed.
"At least I'm divided in two, not three like you," he commented. It was me, George and Ren. "Besides, Renny-bunny is the funnier, better part of us all," he finished.
"As I said before, good day twin," I said. George smiled at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"You're screwed," he countered back. And with a laugh, he skipped out, probably to check on Lee and our store. But my twin was right. I am screwed. All because I'm in love with a Malfoy.
"Fred, walk with us," Bill said, from behind. Putting an arm around my shoulder, he waked with Charlie and I out of the Great Hall.
"So you're in love with Scorpious Malfoy's kid sister? Why weren't we told of this before now?" Charlie wondered. Scorpious had been in his class, and was truly his only competition as a seeker. He was also one of Charlie's best friends. The reason I've been in love with Serenity, since I was nine. I've been in love with her since I met her. I'm in love with a girl three years younger than me. I am SCREWED!
"Yes," I said confidently. Bill and Charlie shared a look that usually George and I share, or George and Serenity share. A knowing look.
"Well then, let's go patch up your love life a little brother," Bill commented, before heading out where Ginny and Serenity would be waiting.
Here goes nothing…
Bill POV
~ Flashback
Scorpious was supposed to be at our house thirty minutes ago. Charlie was pacing back and forth in the front room of our house. Ginny was waiting anxiously in the kitchen with mum for her best friend. Ron was being paranoid, and Percy was thinking the worst has happened. If only…
And George was entertaining an extremely bored Fred, who seemed to be having panic attacks. With a loud crack, Dad approximated into the center of the room, Serenity Malfoy, ever the mess, cradled in his arms. Brushing passed us all, he shooed Ginny out of the kitchen before putting a silencing spell over the room. A silencing spell which I was able to break.
"Scorpious and Eli… dead. Mrs. Malfoy… upset…," he was trying to catch his breath. "Serenity… raped… terrified… The whole thing...," stopping to find the right term, "Horrific," he finished. It was all I managed to hear before he got to the most important sentence, "If anyone has ever had a reason to hate the Muggles, its Serenity. Them and their damn guns!" he mumbled. It was the sound of hate.
I was totally astonished. It was the first time I'd heard my dad speak against the Muggles. The first time I'd heard him cuss. Or even loose his temper. I knew something horrible must have happened.
In a daze I walked over to the couch and utterly fell on it, flat out. I had had a feeling Scorpious wasn't coming over. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever…
My mother and father talked a little more before my mum took Serenity upstairs to clean her up. The look on her face gave me the feeling Serenity was completely out of it. Gone. Hallow. She looked like, she herself, had died with the others. I know Lady Malfoy must have yelled something, but still to this day, I don't know what it was.
. . .
Serenity had spent the following week at our house. Dad told us what had happened. That Eli and Scorpious had been killed, but he never went on to tell us what really had happened to Serenity. But the look on her face, the day it happened, and the one word, 'rape', was burned into my mind forever more.
The Malfoy's were going to move after the funeral. Lord Malfoy had Serenity stay at our house until then, just so her house doesn't trigger something in her mind. I say it's for fear that Serenity would lose her mental stability. And if you were to ask someone else, they'd probably agree.
It was the day of the funeral, and Lord Malfoy had asked that Charlie and I keep Serenity between us. No invitation was needed for this funeral. It was open to everyone. And everyone from Scorpious's class was in attendance. Charlie and I sat in the back of the church, with Serenity sitting, looking traumatized, between us. As everyone started piling into the church she began shaking and mumbling, as guys, who were friends of Scorpious, Eli, or the Malfoy family passed by.
Then Xeno Zabini came up. "You ok, Munchkin?" he asked.
"The door slammed open," she whispered, her eyes showing that she was somewhere else mentally. "Five men come in, one pointing a Muggle toy at Eli. BOOM! and Eli's dead. Scorpie puts me down, yells 'Avico Karara' (remember that little kids screw up with pronunciation) twice… Green light… Boom!Boom! Boom! And Scorpie's dead, along with three strangers. Dead and gone, and never coming back," she seems vacant. "One of the remaining strangers spotted me. I remember pain, and my screaming. They tell me to love them while they're hurting me, and they won't stop," she's sobbing. "All I could do is cry. I remember the Aurrors (another little kid pronunciation error) coming and taking the strangers away. Then Mr. Weasly is talking to my dad before he takes me to the house," she gets quiet, while she continues. "Dead… and gone. Dead… and gone. And they're never, ever coming back," she stops, slumping forward, her head tucked into her lap.
"Daddy said they (she pauses, looking for a word again)… mole… mole something… (she can't get the right word)… molested me, or something. I'm not sure what he meant by that. I've never heard him use that word," she stopped.
Xeno's face was hard and Serenity was unfazed, hallow. Charlie looked away, arms crossed over his chest. I was looking at Serenity, continuing to envision what those monsters had done to her. Then, like nothing had just happened, she picked up the Teddy-bear she'd been carrying, and handed it to the Slytherin near her. The Slytherin happened to be one of her brother's best friends.
"Can you give the bear to Eli for me? And the picture to Scorpie?" she asked, in the quiet voice she'd been using the whole week. Xeno reached out and wiped away a tear that had fallen from her eye before nodding and taking the items. He then started walking to the front of the church, where groups of people were gathering to give speeches.
A lot of people talked, and for the most part I listened, but Xeno's memorial speech was the one that everyone remembers.
"Scorpious and I… we grew up together," he started. We'd joke about how cool it was if it turned out that we were brothers. But we already had our own brothers. I'll never forget his face when he told me he had a little sister," he seemed to be telling a novel, not real life. "Scorp loved Serenity. I talked to her before the ceremony started," he was getting a steel look to him. "I had this speech written out and everything to talk about, but after hearing what she had to say," he stopped. I wasn't sure what he was about to do. "How many of us are willing to kill for our sister?" and I could tell the anger was coming to a head. "Come on… I know some of you would," he said, without expecting an answer. Xeno paused, waiting for someone to raise their hand. Not a one. No one raised a hand.
"Well this is disappointing. This is like calling Scorpious an idiot. Think about it. If you had the chance to approximate and save your own skin, or turn and kill as many as you could, knowing that it's likely you'll die trying, which would your choose?" he asked. Xeno's voice breathed power. He paused momentarily, allowing us to ponder the question, before he continued. "Scorpious knew, if he approximated, it could kill his sister. She's nine, but with the body of a six year old. She has a small body mass. She's been tiny since the day I met her, and that hasn't changed much," he seemed to be wandering in thought. "Hell, it still shocks me that some people used to mistake Eli and Serenity as the same person. But Scorpious made a choice," Xeno was spot on. "And as a prior person said, Scorp love his sister's great quote: "Hero's don't grow old.""
"Scorpious made his choice. He chose his sister's life over his own. He fought and killed to make sure his little sister would have a chance in life," his words were hitting hearts. "A chance to fight back. A chance to escape. He made it so that it was three to one, instead of five to one. And I'll admit that wasn't much," his passion was coming out. "He was smart. He knew they would do what they did to her, so he would at least kill the two biggest guys in the bunch," Xeno's anger was showing. "He would kill the guys that would make it much worse than what it was! In my opinion, Scorpious was a hero! And he proved Serenity right! Hero's don't grow old," he was saying. "But people remember them. People remember them well after they're gone. Scorp is among those we remember. Those whom we name our kids after. And like the Prewit twins, the Potters, and all the others who have died for what they believe in, he's going to be one of the stories we tell our children," Xeno was solid!
"So," he was looking at us with steel eyes, "how many of us would die for our sister?"
~ End of Flashback