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Chapter 11
Molly Weasley knocked on Olivia's door the next morning, hoping the poor girl would eat the breakfast that she had brought from the Burrow. She had also brought Ginny, Oliver, and Teddy along, as she thought the girl was around the same age as them.
Her first thought had been to call Hermione Granger, Ron's muggleborn friend, as she seemed to be the best at dealing with others without getting angry. However, she was a muggleborn, and she feared that Olivia would dismiss Hermione's efforts at kindness. Even though she was a Squib, Molly feared that being with the Death Eaters had given her some of their prejudices.
"Olivia, dear, I brought you some breakfast. Would like to come down to the kitchen?" Molly asked, and waited. "Are you awake?"
After some moments of silence, a weary voice answered, "Y-Yes, erm, I'll be right d-down,"
Oh, the poor dear. She still is so afraid, Molly thought.
A few minutes later, she saw Olivia nervously walk into the kitchen.
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley, these pancakes are amazing!" a boy's voice said, muffled by something. Jem assumed that he had stuffed his mouth with said pancakes.
"Thank you, Teddy, I'll send the recipe to your mum so she can make them," the Weasley matriarch replied.
"Mine too!" another boy's voice chimed in. Jem suddenly felt shaken, and leaned against the wall to steady herself. That voice had been... so familiar. In that instance she knew she had a brother. Well, not a real brother, because she didn't consider the idiots as family, or friends, or even distant acquaintances.
It was strange, the emotions she felt for this boy. She hated him, was sure he was to be like his idiotic parents. At the same time she felt pity. He would go through life not knowing what greatness he could have achieved. He could have had so much more of a meaningful life.
Now, his life would be short. When her father won, they would slaughter and torture everyone even remotely connected to the Line-up of the Flaming Birds. Her father winning was a when, not an if.
Jem gathered herself and continued into the kitchen, standing in the doorway watching the scene until they noticed her.
"Oh hello, dear, please have a seat," Molly gushed. Jem bit back a retort about how she was not Molly's dear. She put on the Olivia facade and sat down, quite hesitantly.
"Who are you?" Teddy said around a mouthful of pancakes.
"Use your manners!" a redheaded girl scolded.
"Don't tell Teddy what to do, Ginny!" her "brother" scolded.
"Shut up Olly!" Ginny shot back.
"Don't tell Oliver to shut up!" Teddy butted in after he finally swallowed.
"You shut up too Te-"
"CHILDREN!" Molly bellowed. In a quieter tone, she added, "Please introduce yourself to our guest." More like a prisoner, Jem thought.
"I'm Ginevra Weasley, but call me Ginny," the redhead told her.
"I'm Theodore Lupin, but call me Teddy," said the boy next to her. And finally:
"I'm Oliver Potter, but call me Olly." Olivia found she could barely look him in the face. Oblivious, the others stared at her expectantly.
"Well, er, I'm Olivia."
"And what should we call you?" Oliver asked.
"Olivia."
"That's boring," Teddy lamented. "I'm going to see if Sirius is up yet."
"Me too, do you think he'll be awake?" Oliver asked.
"No, but Remus will be," Ginny said.
"How would you know? He's my dad," Teddy questioned.
"And my godfather!" Oliver chimed in.
"If you boys would ever use your eyes or your brains you would actually notice things!" Ginny huffed and swept out of the kitchen. The boys followed shortly, leaving Olivia all but forgotten.
"I'm sorry dear, but they are very excited to see Sirius. He's usually so busy working with the Order that he doesn't have as much time to goof around with them," Molly explained.
Olivia just nodded and "ate" her food until it was half gone. She was really just vanishing it as soon as it reached her mouth, and pretending to swallow after "chewing" her food.
No matter how harmless her enemies looked, they were still her enemy. She wouldn't be eating until she got back to the Dark Palace.
Jem didn't trust anyone, including herself. She knew she had her flaws. Her father could easily get into her mind, and she had allowed herself to be captured because she was too slow. Jem had confidence in herself and knew she could do well, but she always thought she was never quite good enough.
She sat back in her chair, pushing her plate forward to signal that she was done eating.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" Olivia nodded and Molly continued, "Well, I think Professor Dumbledore was going to come by around 2 o'clock to set up protections for you and your family. Until then, what would you want to do?"
Olivia just looked around and shrugged.
"Well, do you like to read? We have a library." Olivia nodded, and Molly led her to the Black family library.
"You can read all you want. I'll fetch you if you're still in here at lunch. If you want to do something else, come find me, ok?" Molly informed her.
Olivia nodded. When Molly left, Jem scanned the room for charms. When she found none, she allowed herself to relax. She had planned to stay for a few days, but she knew that a chance to leave would not come again.
She searched the library for a map of the house. When she found one, she plotted her escape. Hopefully, she could get out of the house without drawing any attention.
Just down the hall was a staircase, and on the top of that was a window that would do nicely for an escape route.
Once she was on the roof, she could cross the house and jump to the next, doing the same until she was outside all of the wards. When she was safe, she could Apparate.
Jem put away all of the maps and exited the library. She was momentarily startled by a house elf. It was old, hairy, and clearly grumpy.
"Filthy half-breeds, in my house, mudbloods and now there's a Squib…" he muttered as though he thought Olivia could not hear him.
"Excuse me, what's your name?" Jem asked, worried that he could give away what she was about to do.
"Kreacher does not have to answer the disgrace!" he said indignantly.
"Kreacher…" Jem remembered Bella telling stories about her cousin's crazy house elf.
"Kreacher, I'm not a Squib. Do you remember who Bellatrix is?" Kreacher immediately brightened and nodded. "Well, I was on a mission for her and got caught. I'm trying to get back to her. Will you help me?"
Kreacher nodded quickly. Jem had read all about house-elves, and knew all the loopholes.
"If anybody asks you if they saw me, you can say yes, and can you tell them you saw me in the library and the kitchen?" Kreacher nodded again. "And if they come this way, stall them and prevent them from going outside."
"Kreacher understands, Kreacher will do his best. Is there anything else that you require from Kreacher?" Kreacher asked. Jem thought for a few moments.
"Actually yes. In the cupboard where you live, bring me any objects that radiate dark magic." Kreacher nodded. He popped away and returned with multiple pieces of jewelry.
A locket stood out to her in particular. Jem gasped as she realized that it was one of her father's horcruxes. "Kreacher, can you tell me how you got this, and quickly please?"
Kreacher launched into a story about how his old master went to an old cave and died there, telling him to destroy the locket at all costs. Kreacher's bottom lip started to tremble as he explained that he could not destroy it.
"Kreacher, if I take it, I can destroy it," Jem lied. Kreacher thrust the locket into her hands.
"Kreacher, if I require something in the future, will you help?"
"Kreacher will come if Miss calls his name and Kreacher will do his best to help!" Kreacher stated proudly. "Now Miss needs to get going." With that, the house-elf practically pushed the glamoured girl up the stairs.
Jem wasted no time getting up onto the roof. Three houses down she hit a ward, and an alarm was set off. She quickly disabled it but it was too late. People were Apparating to Order headquarters and beginning to chase after her. She ran and ran over rooftops, knowing that the anti-disapparation wards were at least two miles down.
Jem could fly, but it took a great deal of energy and magic to do so. She quickly decided that her glamour could be sacrificed in this situation.
She stopped to undo all of the spells that she had put on herself. Curses and hexes were being shot at her left and right. Her pursuers were now only 10 meters behind her.
Quickly, she spun into the air and looked down at the shocked attackers. She began firing curses, which quickly shot them out of their trance-like state.
Jem turned and flew as fast as she could out of the wards. She dropped onto the ground and she turned for one last look, seeing a glimmer of gold back inside the wards. The locket!
She raced back, running faster than she ever had, focusing on the locket so hard that she didn't even notice the confused looks of the Aurors.
She reached down and grabbed the locket as she turned back towards the outside of the wards. The second she passed the barriers, she Apparated.
She had never Apparated while running that fast, and she went with a bit too much power.
She broke through the Dark Palace's Apparition wards and landed in the middle of her father's meeting room. On the table.
Luckily the only people in the room happened to be her father, all three Malfoys, Bellatrix, and Severus.
Severus had been saying something like "-is currently being held in the Order hea-"
Jem skidded across the table and flew through the window, crashing into a pine tree outside.
Even as she was succumbing to unconsciousness she heard her father say in a sarcastic tone, "Clearly, not anymore."
Thank you for reading this chapter, what do you think Voldemort's reaction will be?