Chapter Twenty-One: Bury Me Alive
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The underlined portions are taken directly from the novel, I do not own those parts. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be different from my other stories. This begins during Chamber of Secrets and goes up until three years after the Dark War. So, pay attention the time, so you don't get confused. Some of the chapters are other Marcus Flint/Katie Bell stories, just with more changes and deleted scenes added.
Time: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship
Rating: PG-13
Marcus sat down on the wooden seat on the log deck of his sky resort like home and stripped his wet, muddy boots off. He was getting rather sick of the rain. This winter it had been snow, now it nothing but rain. He wished that the rain would just crawl into a hole and die. The lake below his home was out of its banks. It would never reach his house because the house was located on a hill. Nevertheless, it was sort of nerve racking.
Lord Voldemort would never be like the lake contained to one small valley. No, the Dark Lord was going to spread his power. The question was when. When was this going to happen? No one seemed to have an answer, but all knew that it was just a matter of time. The Dark Lord was a ticking bomb just waiting to blow up. When he did, all Hell would break lose.
Marcus walked into his home in his sock feet. It was going to be a very long war.
He had not been sent on an assignment for the Order yet. Mostly because he was still only eighteen and he was a Quidditch player. He hated his youth. He had been youngest in his year and Hogwarts and was the youngest member of the Order. He was so young that no one took him seriously. In fact, he would not be nineteen until July sixteenth, a whole month from now.
Yeah, it sucked.
He walked up stairs and stripped off his wet clothes. In their place, he put on gray sweatpants and an orange T-shirt. He wondered into the kitchen in search of food. He always either had a lot or food or none at all. He was hoping that today would be one of the those days in which he actually had food in the house. It was rather questionable. He was not sure when he last went to the grocery store. He opened the cabinets and found a few food items. He settled for bowl of cereal. It was better than nothing.
Eating, he went into the living room.
His home was rather open. The kitchen and dinner room were pretty much the same room and arches separated the living room from them. The entire home, with the exception of the kitchen, game room, basement, and four bedrooms , was done in a wood-like way. He was not sure if it was actual wood and he was not going to question it. The ceilings in the home were rather tall and a giant window covered the front of the house that over looked the lake. Down the hall was two bedrooms and a bathroom. At the end of that hall, there was a door that lead to an indoor swimming poor and hot tub. Down the wide hall on the other side of the living room was a laundry room in the corner of it and a long bench for unknown reasons. To the right of the laundry room there was library. On the right side of the hall, there was door that lead to a two car garage. Next to the door to the garage, there was a set of stairs that lead to a game room with two balconies, a kitchenette, and a small bathroom. The upstairs of the house consisted of an open loft and four bedrooms that each had their own private bathroom. Outside the house there was deck that stretched about half way around the home. One the backside of the house, there was another pool and hot tub. Over the hill, behind the pool and hot tub was a medium size barn and a large horse field.
Marcus flipped on the large, flat screen television and began to flip through the channels. He was glad that wizards had gained access to this and were even making their own programs. He stopped on a Muggle horror movie. Even though they were very predictable, he found them rather enjoyable. He was not sure why, but he just did. He took a bit of cereal as the blonde-haired person died.
Oh, well, she was stupid and weak.
He changed the channel. He was still wondering if he was doing the right thing, but joining the Order. The members always made a big deal about friendship and how friends should not betray friends. Wasn't he doing the same thing? He had a lot of friends who had parents or relatives for Death Eaters. Heck, his father's sister, Chelsea, had been married to a Death Eater for eight years. Yes, Walden Macnair was he uncle. He just was not sure how to deal with this. He knew that he was doing the right thing, but still, it left him with doubts. He felt as if he was being buried alive.
He heard someone come in by Floo Powder. He turned and saw his mother emerging from the fireplace. Jasmine Flint was tall and slender with the same brown eyes as Marcus. She had long- brown curly hair and almost always wore purple robes. She had a motherly look, but was also a fierce Auror. She was responsible for putting thirty Death Eaters in Azkaban during the last Dark War. She would have put more in, but she had given birth to all of her children, but two (Haley and Bryan), during the war. She also lost her first husband and had gotten remarried during the war too.
She walked over to her son and looked at the TV. "Barany, huh? You do know that is a children's show?" Her eyes were filled with laughter.
Marcus looked at the television. He had not known he stopped on a preschool station. He turned it off. "Um.."
Jasmine laughed.
Marcus stood up and put his bowl in the kitchen sink. "Um, why are you here?"
Jasmine stopped laughing. "I need to show you where Headquarters is."
Marcus stood up straight. "Headquarters?"
"For the Order of the Phoenix. In order to come to meetings, you kind of need to know where the meetings are being held."
"Oh. Where is it?"
"London." Jasmine looked her son's outfit. "You need to change."
Marcus sighed and went upstairs. He through on jeans and navy-blue button down shirt and a black robe. He placed dragon hide boots on his feet and shoved his wand into his robe pocket. He went back downstairs.
Jasmine was waiting. "Ready?"
Marcus nodded.
A few minutes later, mother and son Apparated outside a rundown Muggle street in London. Marcus watched as he mother reached into her pocket and handed him a piece of paper. He took it from her.
"Read it and memorize it," she said quickly.
He looked at it and saw that it was written in narrow handwriting. "The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London." He was about ready to tell his mother that he had finished it, but could not for the paper had vanished. He looked up and saw the wedged between two houses was another house.
Jasmine smacked his arm. "Come on," she said as she ushered Marcus into the house.
He went in and followed her down the long hallway filled with the heads of dead house elves. He had heard of families doing this, but he never actually seen one. It was kind of creepy. They passed a curtained wall and he could hear someone muttering through it. He paid no mind to it.
At the end of the hallway, there was a closed door. Jasmine opened it and motioned Marcus to come in. Inside, there was a kitchen with about twenty people sitting at a long table. He knew most of them. There was his father, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin, Tonks (she had been a few years ahead of him at Hogwarts), Mad-Eye Moody, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall. He also saw Sirius Black. He was rather surprised at that one.
Sirius was staring at him. The last time Marcus had seen Sirius in person was when Marcus had been five. "Well, you've grown up."
The group laughed.
Meanwhile, Katie walked into Marcus's house. She was supposed to meet him there so they could go out to dinner. She was supposed to have been there at six and it was now six-fifteen. Whatever, he probably was not even ready yet or had even started to get ready.
She listened. The house was quite, too quite. "Marcus!" she called as she wondered around. She did this for fifteen minutes. She even went out to the barn to look for him.
There was no one there.