Title: Al Rubio Moreno
Chapter Fifthteen: The Boy Who Dreaded
"What do you want?" She asked through gritted teeth , sitting up. Her eyes glared at the two men behind her who had pushed her roughly to the floor.
"My most dearest and beloved fiancee," the man in front the girl hissed in a sarcastic and arrogant taunt. The words were enough to make the amber eyes look back to him in annoyance. Her eyes then scanned the room around, large enough to create spaces of darkness around.
Evangeline was able to stand on her own, holding the remaining of the black robes closer to her tiny body. " Don't you even dare!" she hissed out and spat down to the other man's boots.
There was, the darkest, and most feared Wizard in the century, his red eyes glimmering like pits of dark fresh blood. The chair he sits was a dark crimson color, the back five inches higher than his white bald head. He held a wine glass between his index and middle bony white fingers, as the back of his forearm rest in the wood armrest showing the ugly skeleton tattoo the Death Eaters proudly wear as his pets. The pit black robes fell all around the chair like an enormous blanket over his body.
At the irrespectful act he let go of his wine glass. Defying the laws of gravity, the wine glass floated mid air as the fearsome Wizard exposed his yew wand and hissed inaudible words.
Evangeline's body was shook around up in the air, stretching her arms wide, almost as she was crucified in the air. A gagging sound same from Evangeline's lips and with a loathing stare she tightened her hands into fist and bit hard her lips before the screams of pain could come out. Her body trembled, as drops of blood dripped down her chin and into the floor.
Lord Voldemort laughed, in a pleasuring yet maniac way. "Such resistance is exciting my dear. Oh you would have been so good."
Evangeline's body dropped from the air with a flick of the yew wand. She managed to held her posture, preventing her to fall down flat on the floor, almost kneeling. Voldemort's bony hand grabbed her chin pulling her to her feet, and licking the blood off her lips.
Evangeline's hand reacted to his demeanor but the Dark Lord was fast. He held the slim wrist of the girl before it could hit his face. Both wizards on the back reacted, reaching for their wand. " No need," Voldemort replied, not breaking his gaze with the amber eyes. "Leave us alone."
Both wizard nodded looking to each other and disapparated with a quick crack noise. Voldemort let go of the slim hand in a rough manner, pushing away from the girl. Evangeline growled, almost like a wild wolf, her hands now tightened in fists.
"What has gotten into you Evangeline?"
"unto me?" Evangeline blurted out, her anger intensifying, " what has gotten in to YOU, Tom!?"
The name cause an uncertain reaction towards the Dark Lord. His head cracked side to side and turned to face the slim girl, the slits of this nose twitched. In a quick reflect, his yew wand ended pointed at the girl. Black smoke shot out and Evangeline only covered her face, crouching a bit. Desperate coughing was heard from Evangeline's direction and an angry snarl.
"You freaking creep!" Evangeline said, in a stronger, older voice. As the black smoke cleared, Evangeline was no longer the slim petite girl, instead she turned two feet taller, with voluptuous curves of a mid age woman, including the large cleavage of breast, wide hips and strong legs. Her hair was the same long black hair and her amber eyes looked extremely pissed.
"I was right after all," Voldemort said with a despicable smirk, making Evangeline react. She raised her arm, pointing at the Dark Lord. The smirk on the white pale snake-man vanished and in a quick stride he was slamming Evangeline down the floor, his long fingers grasping her neck. Evangeline's spell was stopped abruptly like lights being switch down and her hand hastily grasped the forearm of the Dark Lord.
"So Naive Evangeline," The Dark Lord answered in a disappointing tone, One of his knees resting on her chest, "I may look weak, but I'm full of surprises. Ah Ah Ah." he added as if scolding a child, tightening his grasp on her neck, "No Byujji spells, dear, I feel that."
A red flaming wave came from Voldemort's hand. " You messed your seals," Evangeline managed to say as Voldemort loosen the grip.
"I have work for you."
"As if I would work-" he tightened his grip again at her answer.
"You wouldn't want to be the cause of another death now do you Eva?"
Voldemort let go of her, startling the woman and walked to the west side of the room. Little by little small floating candles started to lit with fire, illuminating what seems to be a Potion laboratory. In the center of the large rectangular wooden table was a blue floating Orb, larger than a basketball. In it lay a blonde baby sleeping peacefully.
Evangeline hastily got to her feet, walking over the table with a shocking expression. "You did not!"
Voldemort stopped her, pointing the yew wand at her, "I need his Jinkyubi."
"Are you mad?!" She replied.
"Im no saint either," he responded smirking. "Now if you dont want to be responsible for his death you better figure out a way without killing the host."
I lost counts of the days I've been here. Hearing the constant drops of water falling into the deep silence I am in. Every now and then I would feel the tight feeling of depression, as my mind clouded, fighting desperately to retain the remaining memories of happiness as Dementors pass by my cell.
I've grown accustomed of the cold and the filth. There's not much choice either, other than staring blankly at the four brick mossy walls that has me imprisoned here, waiting for a loaf of bread or a mushy porridge a guard would dropped by. I've must have loose quite a few pounds, the hunger hits less and less.
Some would spat and talk at the state I've been reduce, other would fire spells and laugh as I'm unable to fight back. I've grew tire of screaming, shaking the gate, and demanding impossible things. Im even loosing my hopes in seeing my son again.
The little thing. The beautiful little thing, Just by thinking of him, my chest tightened and I'm filled with worry. How is he? Is he well? Hungry? Cold? But the questions only bring more pain and frustration. There's nothing I can do. All I can pray is hope from the outside.
Hope from his other father.
The news spread like wildfire, and it seem to have angered the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy escaped Azkaban, along with his father Luicius Malfoy. Both Malfoys, in the wild. It was well know after some time, Lucius Malfoys was in no good terms with the Dark Lord, as he was not removed from Azkaban in the last breakout, but it didn't help Voldemort with his treachery plans to have both Malfoys out, in alliance, knowing Draco last move, wasn't for the Dark Lord best interest.
If both Malfoys were out there, and if I do take the blonde's reaction towards his new son as positive, they will come, and they will rage fire.
I just hope is not too late for the baby.
"Potter!" the guard spat out, in annoyance, standing in front the gates, "Hands were i can see them!"
The messy black haired man was startled out of his thoughts. In a weak haste attempted he tried to stand but his knee gave away and ended up hitting the wall with his back.
The guard snorted in mockery, " Not so powerful oh great Auror." He opened the gate, and grabbed the man from his left forearm, and with a brute force he pulled and turned the man, twisting his arm behind his back, and grabbing his left arm. He tightened a simple rope in his wrist and pulled out his wand, the ropes widened and twirled up to his forearm.
" I could easily take you," the guard whispered near his ear, making his hairs stand out behind his neck, "So easy-"
"That's enough Gordon," another guard said, brushing his sandy hair off his eyes," Evangeline requested him. Lord wants her pleased."
"And I could fuck her too," Gordon replied, grabbing Potter, from his arm roughly, almost dragging him out of the cell, " Those tits, are sure big as fuck."
"Keep your words to yourself if you please." The other guard replied, his blue eyes looking rather annoyed at Gordon's word. He stopped the man, taking a glance to Harry.
"Take him to the bath first, " he said to Gordon, "I'll take him to the bath, " he added earning a protest from Gordon.
" You got lucky Potter, " Gordon replied as the other guard took Harry out of the dungeons.
Harry's eyes squinted at the lit floating candle as they walk down a hallway of broken portraits and drapes.
The other guard stopped and opened one of the doors on the right, " Wash a little, two minute top", he said standing on the door, urging him to go in. Harry peered inside with caution.
" Simple bathroom," he replied with a grin, "No funny business."
"Why?"
" You're meeting the Great Evangeline. You should be more presentable." He rubbed the tip of his point nose with his knuckle.
Harry looked at the sandy haired man with a weird expression. The guard held the doorknob of the bathroom in defeat. " Not just that. Its not fair being it such condition being who you are."
Harry stared at the man as if he grew another head. The sandy haired man sighed, muttering something and felt the ropes loosing up. "Alright," he added, " I owe Malfoy. Thought this would help pay off since he's-"
Harry touched the gray ceramic of the sink and shivered as he felt the cold steel of the handle as he opened the water. It was a satisfying feeling, feeling clean yet cold water running down his skin was pure refreshing and relaxing. He became indulge in the feeling as he splashed water all over his face, neck, arms. The remaining water running down his kin and into the sink came off brownish color.
"Been months since you wash up," the guard said, as he closed the door a bit, giving the other man enough privacy but keeping him in sight.
Minutes later the messy black haired man came out breathing deeply in relaxation as his black locks dripped down water to the floor. "Thank you," he said briefly to the guard.
He nodded in responsed and pulled his wand out, " Hands," he said stretching his other hand. He took the other male's hand and with the same spell he tightened the rope, this time his hand on the front. "Sorry, rules."
"What's your name?" The guard looked up at the other male.
"Scorpion."
"Why are you here Scorpion? You dont seem to be this type of guy."
"I only followed Draco," he said as he resume walking, pulling Harry along the way from his elbow.
"He's no longer in alliance-"
"And that doesn't mean its easy to break loose," Scorpion cut him, " Nor defying your family whos the most loyal assholes to the Dark Lord."
" So you did not simply followed him," Harry stated, now curious in the man's family roots, " You were going to be deprived one way or another. Its a shitty pureblood thing to do and dragged their sons to their stupid beliefs."
"Touche," Scorpion said with a grin. "No wonder Draco ended up loving you."
They turned to the right though the corridor, " Who is your family, " Harry asked, "I can't think of someone else madly devoted to the pale asshole other than the crazy-"
"Lestrange," Scorpion said, cutting Harry off. That made the other male gaped out loud, "No shit!"
"Yes shit." Scorpion reply, as he waved his wand when entering a darker corridor to the left and lighting the candles. "Crazy Bella and Rodolphus. They are so loyal that left their son behind in search of the goddamn halfblood shit they call Lord. I was raised between Sissy and Aunt Andromeda. That's why i followed Draco's footstep whenever I could. He's like a brother to me."
"We are here," Scorpion added as they stopped in front two tall dark oak doors, "Whatever happens, follow Evangeline's words."
Before Harry could ask why, Scorpion pushed one of the door opened, wide enough to pushed the other man in and closing them behind.
Harry managed to keep his balance after Scorpion shoved him inside. His back straightened and his green eyes scanned the room. It reminded him of Severus's quarters at Hogwarts but it was two time larger. Every inch of the walls he could make out were crowded with vials and cauldrons of different ingredients. Some were shrouded from the dim lights emitting from the floating candles. There was a long table at the center, with a flaming cauldron, followed by three small steps behind the table that lead to another section of the room, filled with shelves of books, and many other jars of ingredients. At the end was a small table and a feminine figure standing with her back towards him.
She raised her hand and with a snap of her fingers the ropes on his hands loosen and fell down to the floor. "Step forward Potter," she said softly, looking from the rim of her shoulder to the man.
Harry remembered what Scorpion told him and with gritted teeth, and trying to ignore his Auror senses screaming not to, he stepped forward.
The floor around him illuminate. A blue circle lighten up and ancient runes scribble down the floor at the process. Harry panicked, his right foot stepping backwards but a hand grasped his right forearm and his breath faltered at the face of the figure standing inches away.
"We meet at last Potter," Evangeline said, in the most soft, yet terrifying way as her dark hair billow around her body and her feet floating inches off the floor. She wore a dark ragged dress, tight to her skin, barely hiding her breast.
Harry reacted and tried to pull his forearm off her grasp. Evangeline's grip did not falter at the man's strength, "Listen to me Harry," Evangeline said darkly, annoyed at the man's reaction, " We don't have much time. This spell is exploiting Voldemort's ward enough to send a signal. I need you to think of Hogwarts so I can astral communicate Albus."
Harry growled at her words, " Why should I trust you."
"Because I know where your son is." Evangeline replied, earning a shocking expression from the man. She looked over her shoulder, to the blue orb at the small table.
Harry's eye followed, a fuzzy warm feeling erupting from his stomach up to his guts and tighten throat. Barely visible in the blue orb, was the sweet little thing Harry has dreaded up so much for his safety.
"Think now Potter," Evangeline blurted out in a desperate rasp, "Think!"
He shut his eyes and with a quick thought The Great Halls of Hogwarts came into view.
TBC
Decided to introduce a new character, Scorpion Lestrange. ;)