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Lift The Wings, thanks for reviweing. :) I'm glad you like how i connected Twilight to this. \:D/

C, here's chapter 29. this'll be an intriguing chapter. and about them dying... I'm not sure about that yet, I'm still thinking about it. :D

Gia, I LOVE YOU, Girl! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy! You will really hate Peter here. =))

The perfect song for this witty chapter is Two Worlds Collide by Demi Lovato. :) I even had to check back on HP book 3 to see if what I wrote was correct for this one part in the chapter. =)) :|


29. THE CAVE BY THE SEA

Jolie woke up. She was still in her wolf form. She looked around but didn't recognize the place. It was a dark, damp cave. She looked around—it was next to a huge body of water. A sea, a lake, she didn't know. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was running into the Forbidden Forest with James, Sirius and Peter... and Remus was transformed.

Oh my God! Are they alright? She thought frantically.

"Ah, good," a rough voice said. "You're awake."

Jolie turned around to see who had spoken. It was Fenrir Greyback with two other Death Eaters whom she recognized as Alan Calvert and Theodore Brookes. Suddenly, there was a strong gush of wind and another person had apparated inside the cave.

It was Voldemort.

Jolie barked at him. "My dear," Voldemort said in a soft voice, "it would be so rude, don't you think, if we cannot speak to you in the proper manner? If you may, transform back, Jolie Daniels."

Jolie didn't move but just continued to stare at the Dark Lord.

"Ah, yes, of course," he said. "It seems I have forgotten—you would need clothes."

The Death Eaters sniggered. Voldemort waved his wand and there appeared an emerald green long sleeved dress with a floor length skirt, lined with silver cloth. Jolie supposed it was beautiful—but it had been conjured by a dark wizard.

"Go on," Voldemort urged her.

Jolie did not want to test his temper this soon, so she went underneath the dress and transformed. When she was back to her human self, the dress was warm and it fit her perfectly. She looked down at what she was wearing—it looked like it was a dress that came from the medieval times of the kings and queens.

"You would've done well in Slytherin," Calvert suddenly said. "Lucius had told me... all about you."

There was another gush of strong, cold wind, accompanied by a few droplets of water. Garwood had apparated into the cave as well and was wearing a black Death Eater's cloak.

"Miss Daniels," Garwood spoke, "we have been missing you in Durmstrang."

"Professor Garwood," Jolie said in a shaky voice.

"Why did you run away, dear?" Voldemort spoke again. "Ah, but to know that you were at Hogwarts..." he trailed away.

"What do you want from me?" Jolie said, a little afraid.

"The Daniels owe a great deal to us. Your parents, as you know, have died. But do not fret. Your little brother lives," Voldemort smiled at her but Jolie frowned.

"There was a prophecy, Jolie Daniels," Voldemort walked towards her, "that a girl with exceptional qualities and inherited capabilities would see the future about my mortal enemy."

"Your 'mortal enemy'?" Jolie asked.

"Yes," Voldemort nodded to her, lifting his wand a little. He sensed that this girl was very brave. "Just tell me, tell me... what you have seen. I know you are a seer. And there will be no use lying to me—I know you have seen him. You have seen my mortal enemy, Jolie. Do not lie to me," he said, making his voice a little louder.

"Why would I?" Jolie said bravely. "I don't know who he is."

It was partly true—she really didn't know him. But she knew who Voldemort was talking about. It was about Harry. Harry Potter.

"Yes, you do!" Voldemort widened his eyes and raised his wand higher. "If we will need to get information from you by force, then so be it! Crucio!"

Jolie screamed and her voice echoed deafeningly through the dark, damp cave. She writhed in pain—it was like she was burning inside and out.

She collapsed on the hard, stone floor and Voldemort lifted the curse. "You know who he is! TELL ME! CRUCIO!"

And then the pain came back. The Cruciatus curse caused her to cringe once again. "STOP! STOP IT!" She screamed as tears started to stream down her face.

Voldemort lifted the curse again and stared at her, waiting for her to finally tell him what she had seen. Jolie knew this, and she tried to find loopholes.

"I have seen," Jolie panted, "very little of who you are talking about. Those visions—they weren't enough."

Voldemort pointed his wand at her again, lifting her up on her feet as if using invisible strings. "Tell me everything," he insisted, "or else—your brother's life would be payment." And he smiled menacingly.

Jolie gasped silently and fresh tears leaked out of her eyes. "No... No, please—Justin's all I have left, don't—"

"I will not," Voldemort cut her off. "But only if you tell me what I want to know."

Jolie thought hard. Everyone was watching her every move. If she told them, Lily's life would be put in danger. That goes for her son as well, and maybe even her future husband. But if Jolie didn't tell them, they would kill her only family left. It was a tough choice.

"I... I—" Jolie was saved from answering by another gush of wind. Someone else had apparated into the cave again. But this time, it was better—it was Albus Dumbledore.

"She cannot tell you, Tom," Dumbledore said in a loud voice. Voldemort and the Death Eaters pointed their wands at him, but Dumbledore also had his wand raised. None of them dared to cast any spells.

"Come," he jerked his hand to Jolie, gesturing her to go to him.

She immediately rushed to Dumbledore, holding up the hem of her skirt because it was so long. "It will be no use, Tom. She will not be telling you anything," he said firmly.

"STUPEFY!" There were new voices who shouted from inside the cave. Calvert, Greyback, Garwood and Brookes had been stunned from behind their backs.

Voldemort turned his head. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He cast his spell at the first person he saw, who was Sirius, but he ducked and missed the Killing Curse by a short shot.

Jolie wanted to help, but she had no wand—she had left it the Gryffindor Common Room.

Stone and rubble fell from the ceiling of the cave and a particularly sharp one fell on James' shoulder. It tore his shirt and he started to bleed, but he took no notice of his injury. Peter was hit by a Body-Bind Curse and he fell to the ground, stiff as a rock. Jolie thought fast, grabbed Peter's wand and cast a spell at Voldemort, "REDUCTO!" But since it was not her own wand used, the spell was not as strong as it was supposed to be, but Voldemort was blasted backwards and he stumbled a little. He was duelling four people at once. They continued to shoot curses and hexes fast at each other and they were all panting and gasping for breath.

When Voldemort had finally had enough, he cast a shield charm around him so all that was fired at him had rebounded and then—he disapparated. Just like that.

Jolie, weak from the torture, fell on all fours, gasping for air. She looked at Peter who was beside him, muttered the counter curse for the Body-Bind spell. Peter immediately regained movement, got his wand from Jolie and started to pat her back.

"It's okay, it's all over," Peter told her. Suddenly, Jolie started to have a vision again. It was a rather longer one.

Remus and Sirius were in the Shrieking Shack, and they looked older. Remus looked shabby, and Sirius looked very, very beaten up. He was in rags. In the room, there were three others: a rather pretty girl with bushy hair, a boy with freckles and red hair and the boy who looked like James, who Jolie knew as Harry.

The boy with freckles looked shock. "What?! What's my rat got to do with anything?"

Sirius shook his head. "That's not a rat."

"What'd you mean—of course he's a rat—"

"No, he's not. He's a wizard," said Remus.

"An Animagus! By the name of Peter Pettigrew," Sirius laughed.

Then suddenly, the scene changed.

The rat that the boy with freckles was holding was running around the room, Remus and Sirius were shooting spells at it, when one finally hit him and he transformed back into a human. It was Peter, indeed—and he looked older and shabbier.

Sirius was shaking as he talked to Peter. "You sold Lily and James to Voldemort! Do you deny it?"

"Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done?" Peter burst into tears. "The Dark Lord... You have no idea... he has weapons you can't imagine... I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James! I never meant it to happen... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me—"

"DON'T LIE! YOU WERE PASSING INFORMATION TO HIM FOR A YEAR BEFORE LILY AND JAMES DIED!" Sirius shouted. "YOU WERE HIS SPY!"

And then, Jolie was back from her vision. She turned her head sharply to the young Peter who was patting her back and she shrugged off his hand like he was some sort of filth. She started to cry because of anger.

She shouted at him. "LILY AND JAMES, PETER! HOW COULD YOU?!"

James, Sirius and Peter looked shocked. It was all so sudden. But Dumbledore understood everything that just happened and before Jolie could shout at Peter again, he said to her, "Now is not the time, Jolie. Please, later—in my office."

Jolie understood Dumbledore and held her tongue back. She didn't speak, but merely nodded.

James rushed to Jolie, put his hands on her shoulders and shook her. "Jo, what are you talking about?" he asked frantically. Jolie did not say anything, but threw her arms around James' neck and hugged him as if it was the last time she would see him.

"Not now, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said. Sirius was frowning at Peter who looked confused. "Now," Dumbledore said again, "if you will all hold onto my arm again, we are going back to Hogwarts."

They all took a hold of their Professor and they disappeared from the cave by the sea.


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