Please review! This is the start of Part Three. But I am upset because this part does not have as much direction. Part One and Two were so good, and part three does not have as much plot according to me 'Pensieve Plotter'. Sorry if it is lacking. But at least you will find part three to be very different. Eileen is changing!
Part Three: Going Under
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me, going under
Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily, defeated by you
Just when I thought, I reached the bottom
I'm dying again, I'm going under
Drowning in you, I'm falling forever
I've got to break through, I'm going under
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don't know what's real and what's not
So I don't know what's real and what's not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore
I'm dying again, I'm going under
Drowning in you, I'm falling forever
I've got to break through, I'm
So go on and scream
Scream at me, I'm so far away
I won't be broken again
I've got to breathe, I can't keep going under
I'm dying again, I'm going under
Drowning in you, I'm falling forever
I've got to break through, I'm going under
Going under, I'm going under
- 'Going Under' by Evanescence.
Chapter Forty-Eight: The White Pelican
Over the summer, Eileen had time to think. She made a plan. A plan to rid her life of Voldemort. Forever.
In boxes most of the belongings were transferred to a lonely, muggle warehouse. Next summer would be the hard task of finding a flat. The personal effects included the one tangible memory of Graham that Marie allowed: the Prince's library. The priceless trove of books, full of ancient Wizarding lore, and tales of magic and luck and love were shipped off to a dingy warehouse. But Eileen, a lover of books swore to rescue them and offer them a place at her new home. Wherever that may be….
The Head Boy regarded the Head Girl like an overbearing bully, sizing her up.
Eileen did not want to hear what nasty thought was going through his head right now.
But it was announced aloud and rudely reminded her that they weren't alone.
"An introduction is in order! Eileen Prince is the Head Girl. How astonishing that this girl, stands beside me. Eclipsing me with her skills and talents!" Riddle laughed sardonically. This was all a mean joke.
"Tell the Dark Order what happened."
"My Lord! Please. That is private-"
Voldemort addressed his followers. "Over the summer Eileen Prince, a Pureblood was cast out of her family. A pariah in the Wizarding world, she is now completely alone in the world. And yet this oddity, somehow made it to Head Girl."
Eileen blushed.
"How touching, Dippet bestowed on you this gesture! For years, we've known and grown on each other! And now here we stand: side by side! In the same position. Like equals."
The way he made it sound, it wasn't an accomplishment but instead an ironic twist of fate as if Eileen hadn't earned becoming Head Girl.
Eileen reeled as the large room erupted with jeering laughter. Nobody believed in her. Nobody liked her here. And they all thought Voldemort the better.
At the end of the night the followers lined up as if to a drill sergeant for inspection. Several of them were supposed to be working on becoming un-registered Animagi.
Riddle poked his wand under the nape of one of their necks, and tilted the head to get a clear look at the expression.
"And what can you do Macnair?"
"My Lord. I am not ready for you today. But-but wait! I have secured a place at the ministry after Hogwarts."
"Doing what?"
"The Department of Magical Creatures wants me as their contractor. This is in the business of buying and selling magical beasts!"
Voldemort guffawed but moved on.
He stalked down to the next one.
"Surely you have managed it Dolohov?"
"Watch me." Out of nowhere there was a pop and the tall, lanky frame of Dolohov transformed into an Animagi.
"Very good. Excellent. You learned how to make yourself a bull. A bull in a china shop, ha! It reflects your inner nature. Of course, doing it under my proper instruction. This could be very useful to me in future.
"So…Antonin has managed to make himself an Animagi. One that is unregistered with the ministry naturally. Your skills and talents will be very useful when I need to keep a low profile. I thank-you for your efforts."
The young man transformed back to his normal form and bowed again and again.
Eileen patiently awaited her turn. But Riddle made sure to call upon her last.
"And what may I ask, does the talented Head Girl have to show?"
Eileen blushed. "M-my Lord. I can't do it. I never liked Transfiguration. Even Professor Dumbledore knows it is my least favorite magical art besides Arithmancy."
"You can't do it? Or you won't?"
"I won't!" Eileen yelled before she had even knew what she was doing.
He reached forward with whisperings of threats resounding in her ears. Eileen was sure she heard "Imperius curse."
"NO! But I can do this. Expecto Patronum!"
From the folds of her robes Eileen had had her wand and out blasted an opaque, luminous being.
Voldemort swooped down and away, almost frightened.
The luminous being that erupted from the wand started cantering around the room, looking at everything with shining points of light from its eyes.
Riddle for once was at a loss for what to do. He just stood there, turning back and forth from Eileen to the creature. His lips actually quivered, his chin actually wobbled.
"You can produce one?" he asked astonished. "That is highly advanced magic! Dumbledore himself said few can produce patronuses like that."
"Yes, I can. I've been practicing for our Newts in Defence Against the Dark Arts, My Lord," said Eileen smoothly, looked unruffled.
He looked completely and utterly surprised still.
"My patronus is a pelican," announced Eileen proudly. "It comprises my form when I think of my loveliest memories. Mainly of my dad."
Riddle did not get a chance to address this, nor regain his bearings. The Pelican started to fly, it actually charged. The large beak protruding as if in attack. It seemed to have located an enemy.
The pelican's beak assailed Tom Riddle, directly in front of them all. Riddle stumbled and was knocked over a chair hitting the ground.
After this, it was so silent a pin could be heard.
But Eileen felt a rising sense of triumph in her heart, no longer was she falling through a hole. She had just bested Tom Riddle at something. She was sure of it.
"This is unnecessary, unpractical magic. It is used against the Dark Arts," spoke Riddle to the group, trying his best to sound unperturbed. "We do not have a place for this magic here. It is a force against Dark forces, I do not condone such tricks, Eileen!"
They all looked at him with wide eyes, but they seemed to believe this. And yet some of them scratched their heads framing a question in their minds. Could Lord Voldemort produce a patronus? They doubted him for the first time ever.
Riddle with his Legilimency was furious to hear the doubts ringing in their heads. But he knew he had no desire to make a patronus. Riddle was sure he could not, but then again, felt no need to.
Eileen made it disappear into smoke and vapor until it was gone.
Riddle rose slowly, drawing up to his full height.
"And that was indeed a pelican! Pelicans symbolize sacrifice. In fact, it is known for giving its blood."
Eileen couldn't help but correct him. "Giving its blood for its babies, My Lord. The Pelican will give its life only for her children."
"It's matters not who! It is after all, symbolic in relation to the caster. But you will give yourself in sacrifice someday. Your fortune is cast from this spell. That we can be sure of."
Eileen looked away, but didn't dare counter that this would not be a sacrifice to Lord Voldemort or worse to his cause.
At the end of the night, Eileen smiled to herself. The future would be a rocky one. But there was a confidence that the conundrum of Riddle would soon be out of the equation!
NOTE: The pelican will matter for how Eileen feels about her son, Severus. Even though, Eileen proves to be a neglectful mother as we see in the Prince's Tale, I still think she may have saved Snape with her love.
