hey guys! sorry for no Author's note of Pas De Deux I, I'm finally back from AZ and as always I would greatly appreciate it if you would read and REVIEW (I got an overwhelming number of reviews on Pas De Deux I... :O) ). Anyway, even though it has allot of original characters, this story really is about Harry Potter, or rather Alastor Moody, so please READ IT (and may I add review?) anyway for those of you that don't know, all the French Terms in part one (assemblé etc...) are ballet moves, and a Pas De Deux is a duet in ballet, so that's where the title comes from. sorry it took me so long to post this, but ballet (speak of the devil) just started and I've been juggling a million and a half things. Thanks very much to Juliana, NS, and Peeves for reviewing, it meant a whole lot to me, email me all of you sometime... even though its currently broken and I cant send any outgoing messages. and for those of you that want to, read Rowena Alana's story (absolutely great) Hyphen's (the best MWPP author on this site) or of course WolfieTwins's Call of the wild, which had to be the most amazing story I've ever read, published or not. But enough, enough already, hope you enjoy it and please review...
PAS DE DEUX II-- Entr'acte
JULY 15, 1973
"It is with great dismay, and even greater fear that the Daily Prophet reports the death of Ms. Evy Roton-Eldrich, the third Minister of Magic in the last year and a half. Ms. Roton-Eldrich was found in her Charing Cross Road Apartment by a team of hit wizards last night, who were alerted to the tragedy by a swirling dark mark. An inside source at the Ministry relates that the main suspect for the murder is the Death Eater who has been striking fear in the hearts of wizards everywhere, commonly dubbed "Lucifer". "Lucifer", who made his first appearance on the night of Laurel Brock's capture is also blamed for the death's of 15 prestigious wizards over the past eighteen months; including Edwin Dippet, a former Hogwarts headmaster, and Adam Pascal and Otto Thompson, Ms. Roton-Eldrich's predecessors as Minister. Ms. Roton-Eldrich will have a private funeral in her hometown of Lenox this Saturday at St. Brigade's of the Wildflowers. Donations in her memory should be made to either the Dark Force Defense League or the Royal Society for the Protection of Marshland Wildfowl.
For Biography see Page E7."
Cornelius Fudge laid down his paper with a sigh. Powerful wizards dropping like flies, this Lucifer was simply playing with them, whoever he was. He had the whole Ministry in his hand, ready to crush them at his master's slightest whim. As he shivered, Cornelius was grateful, for the first time in his life, his was just the Assistant to the Assistant Minister of Magical Law Enforcement, defiantly no one important enough to be on Lucifer's hit list.
Suddenly, the telephone rang behind him. As the Ministry's one corespondent with the London
Chief of Police, Cornelius had to allow himself certain muggle gadgets. Not at all up to his usual bureaucratic standards, he let it ring.
Once...Twice...Three times, his answering machine broke in.
"You have reached the Fudge residence, kindly leave a message after the tone, I will return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."
The beep... Cornelius stared back at the paper, looking at the all too familiar Dark Mark, but he jerked away again when he heard her voice.
"Cornelius? Cornelius, I know you are there! You can't ignore me forever, I can be my own person! Fine, play your game... this is Liv, call me back for once, all right? Bye."
Cornelius walked over to the machine and pressed erase.
----
"Idiot," Liv muttered as she slammed down the payphone.
"You just figured that out?" Sejanus said, leaning against the open door of the phone booth.
Liv ran her fingers through her hair, "He won't even talk to me anymore... I shouldn't have told him."
"I'm sorry," Sejanus smiled slightly as he offered her a straw.
She shook her head as he slipped his hand around her waist. "He hates you."
"I think that would be an accurate observation," Sejanus snorted, "Considering he won't even talk
to you anymore."
Liv looked around in annoyance, "It's not much of a loss, but this isn't the 1800s. I don't have to
have his permission to marry."
"Exactly."
"Just don't get me hooked on straws, ok?" she sighed, pulling his out of his mouth.
"You have no idea how hard it is to quit smoking," Sejanus said earnestly.
"That's your lamest excuse yet." Liv rolled her eyes, in the year and a half she had known him
she still didn't understand his fixation with straws.
"When are you going to marry me, Liv?"
She stopped dead, "What?"
"We've been engaged forever, when are you going to marry me?"
Liv bit her lip, "A year isn't forever, and as I said... this isn't the 1800s."
Sejanus pulled off his sunglasses, "You're just being stupid."
"Maybe," Liv said.
"Why won't you then?" he said.
She quickly looked down, averting his gaze, "I just can't... I'm not ready yet."
He stared at her and suddenly looked away, it was the closest they ever got to arguing. "Alastor wants us to come over tonight."
Liv sighed, "Is Chita going to be there?"
Sejanus smiled slightly, "Liv they're MARRIED," he said the word with great emphasis, "Yes
she'll be there."
"Alright," she sighed.
"What?"
"Let's do it," Liv said.
"Do what?"
"You know..."
"No," Sejanus said, smiling to make it perfectly clear he knew exactly what she was talking
about.
"Do what you were talking about--"
"Go to Alastor's?"
"No!" Liv said hitting him playfully.
"Then what?" He said, a broad grin on his face.
"Get married!" She sighed.
"When?"
"Oh... I don't know, next Christmas."
He took a long bite on his straw, "December 25, 1974 it is, and don't be late."
Liv rolled her eyes, "I just wish Cornelius--"
Sejanus put his other arm around her waist, "For once my dear, shut up."
Headless of the staring pedestrians already gaping at their long black cloaks, they kissed, at high noon in the middle of a crowded London street.
----
"It is done, my lord."
Voldemort stared around the room, its gray cinderblock walls, so depressingly normal no one would think to look for the greatest dark wizard the world had ever known within its confines.
"Roton-Eldrich is dead?" Voldemort said softly, his voice barely audible.
"You read the papers, my lord," the voice said with a dash of sarcasm.
"Patience, patience," Voldemort drummed his long white fingers across a desk. "They assigned Chita Moody to your case."
"So?" the voice betrayed no emotion, as toneless and flat as the cinderblock walls.
Voldemort smiled, letting all of his breath out in a hiss, "I have a long history with Chita Moody, lets just say she has... motivation. You have more to fear from Moody and that idiot husband of her's than the rest of the Ministry combined."
"I don't fear the Ministry."
Voldemort massaged his tongue against his pearly white teeth, "They caught Brock."
"Brock was an idiot."
Voldemort smiled, "They're calling you Lucifer now, my little Death Eater."
The voice came once again, timeless and unreadable, "Is that so?"
"You read the papers..." Voldemort smirked at his own joke, "What would your mother think if she knew they were calling you Lucifer?"
The voice made no reply.
Voldemort leaned forward so that his face was almost touching the Death Eater's, "Don't let your name down, my little Lucifer."
----
If Liv had to give Chita something, the woman could cook (along with being first class at anything she tried). She sometimes wondered what had ever drawn her to a man like Alastor Moody, but Liv also wondered what she found attractive about Sejanus. Lying down her fork, Liv gazed around the impeccably decorated and immaculate room. Sometimes she felt like Chita was not even human.
"I heard you were assigned to Lucifer," Sejanus said, jolting Liv out of her fit of jealously (The woman even made her own soap!).
"Yes," Chita said, draining her wine. "Three days ago."
"How is it?" Sejanus said, leaning forward.
"He's a monster," Chita replied with a slight glance at Liv, who quickly pasted a smile over her glare. "And we're no nearer to catching him than Voldemort, despite what the papers say."
"Why?" Sejanus said, making a mountain out of his mashed potatoes.
"Its complicated..." Chita bit her lip, thinking. "Let me try to put it simply, whenever a wizard cats a spell, they leave a tiny part of their own magic thrown into its working, almost like a signature. Now anyone that knows how can detect the signature and generally determine who cast the spell, and the more powerful the magic, the easier the signature is to detect. Do you follow me? But a self-spelling wand could have cast Lucifer's work. There is no signature where there should be a very big one; it is like there is no human aspect to him whatsoever. The fact that his spells are... signatureless, for lack of a better word, is why we know he has committed all these murders, but it also makes him doubly hard to trace."
"So, is he human?" Sejanus persisted with a morbid fascination.
"We hope so," Alastor smirked.
"What is Lucifer turned out to be a house elf..." Sejanus mused to no one in particular.
Chita glared at him, she obviously didn't find this remotely funny, "That would be highly unlikely, Sejanus."
"Lucifer would sooner be me than a houself," Liv smiled across the table at Sejanus. "People are more scared of him than Voldemort, I'd say."
Alastor snorted, "That reminds me, I was in Diagon Alley three days ago, right after Evy kicked the bucket. And everyone was talking about it of course, but most people were saying You-Know-Who instead of Voldemort."
"Really?" Chita raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, "You didn't tell me this?"
"I started laughing, but they didn't seem to find it funny, so they kicked me out of the shop." Alastor shook his head, "'Tis a sad day when the whole nation is calling Voldemort You-Know-Who..."
"How far we have sunk," Sejanus said in a tone of great mockery.
"That's stupid," Liv said, shaking her head.
"And that's an understatement," Alastor grinned, "You-Know-Who... Oh Jesus..." and the four of them collapsed into a fit of laughter.
PAS DE DEUX II-- Entr'acte
JULY 15, 1973
"It is with great dismay, and even greater fear that the Daily Prophet reports the death of Ms. Evy Roton-Eldrich, the third Minister of Magic in the last year and a half. Ms. Roton-Eldrich was found in her Charing Cross Road Apartment by a team of hit wizards last night, who were alerted to the tragedy by a swirling dark mark. An inside source at the Ministry relates that the main suspect for the murder is the Death Eater who has been striking fear in the hearts of wizards everywhere, commonly dubbed "Lucifer". "Lucifer", who made his first appearance on the night of Laurel Brock's capture is also blamed for the death's of 15 prestigious wizards over the past eighteen months; including Edwin Dippet, a former Hogwarts headmaster, and Adam Pascal and Otto Thompson, Ms. Roton-Eldrich's predecessors as Minister. Ms. Roton-Eldrich will have a private funeral in her hometown of Lenox this Saturday at St. Brigade's of the Wildflowers. Donations in her memory should be made to either the Dark Force Defense League or the Royal Society for the Protection of Marshland Wildfowl.
For Biography see Page E7."
Cornelius Fudge laid down his paper with a sigh. Powerful wizards dropping like flies, this Lucifer was simply playing with them, whoever he was. He had the whole Ministry in his hand, ready to crush them at his master's slightest whim. As he shivered, Cornelius was grateful, for the first time in his life, his was just the Assistant to the Assistant Minister of Magical Law Enforcement, defiantly no one important enough to be on Lucifer's hit list.
Suddenly, the telephone rang behind him. As the Ministry's one corespondent with the London
Chief of Police, Cornelius had to allow himself certain muggle gadgets. Not at all up to his usual bureaucratic standards, he let it ring.
Once...Twice...Three times, his answering machine broke in.
"You have reached the Fudge residence, kindly leave a message after the tone, I will return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."
The beep... Cornelius stared back at the paper, looking at the all too familiar Dark Mark, but he jerked away again when he heard her voice.
"Cornelius? Cornelius, I know you are there! You can't ignore me forever, I can be my own person! Fine, play your game... this is Liv, call me back for once, all right? Bye."
Cornelius walked over to the machine and pressed erase.
----
"Idiot," Liv muttered as she slammed down the payphone.
"You just figured that out?" Sejanus said, leaning against the open door of the phone booth.
Liv ran her fingers through her hair, "He won't even talk to me anymore... I shouldn't have told him."
"I'm sorry," Sejanus smiled slightly as he offered her a straw.
She shook her head as he slipped his hand around her waist. "He hates you."
"I think that would be an accurate observation," Sejanus snorted, "Considering he won't even talk
to you anymore."
Liv looked around in annoyance, "It's not much of a loss, but this isn't the 1800s. I don't have to
have his permission to marry."
"Exactly."
"Just don't get me hooked on straws, ok?" she sighed, pulling his out of his mouth.
"You have no idea how hard it is to quit smoking," Sejanus said earnestly.
"That's your lamest excuse yet." Liv rolled her eyes, in the year and a half she had known him
she still didn't understand his fixation with straws.
"When are you going to marry me, Liv?"
She stopped dead, "What?"
"We've been engaged forever, when are you going to marry me?"
Liv bit her lip, "A year isn't forever, and as I said... this isn't the 1800s."
Sejanus pulled off his sunglasses, "You're just being stupid."
"Maybe," Liv said.
"Why won't you then?" he said.
She quickly looked down, averting his gaze, "I just can't... I'm not ready yet."
He stared at her and suddenly looked away, it was the closest they ever got to arguing. "Alastor wants us to come over tonight."
Liv sighed, "Is Chita going to be there?"
Sejanus smiled slightly, "Liv they're MARRIED," he said the word with great emphasis, "Yes
she'll be there."
"Alright," she sighed.
"What?"
"Let's do it," Liv said.
"Do what?"
"You know..."
"No," Sejanus said, smiling to make it perfectly clear he knew exactly what she was talking
about.
"Do what you were talking about--"
"Go to Alastor's?"
"No!" Liv said hitting him playfully.
"Then what?" He said, a broad grin on his face.
"Get married!" She sighed.
"When?"
"Oh... I don't know, next Christmas."
He took a long bite on his straw, "December 25, 1974 it is, and don't be late."
Liv rolled her eyes, "I just wish Cornelius--"
Sejanus put his other arm around her waist, "For once my dear, shut up."
Headless of the staring pedestrians already gaping at their long black cloaks, they kissed, at high noon in the middle of a crowded London street.
----
"It is done, my lord."
Voldemort stared around the room, its gray cinderblock walls, so depressingly normal no one would think to look for the greatest dark wizard the world had ever known within its confines.
"Roton-Eldrich is dead?" Voldemort said softly, his voice barely audible.
"You read the papers, my lord," the voice said with a dash of sarcasm.
"Patience, patience," Voldemort drummed his long white fingers across a desk. "They assigned Chita Moody to your case."
"So?" the voice betrayed no emotion, as toneless and flat as the cinderblock walls.
Voldemort smiled, letting all of his breath out in a hiss, "I have a long history with Chita Moody, lets just say she has... motivation. You have more to fear from Moody and that idiot husband of her's than the rest of the Ministry combined."
"I don't fear the Ministry."
Voldemort massaged his tongue against his pearly white teeth, "They caught Brock."
"Brock was an idiot."
Voldemort smiled, "They're calling you Lucifer now, my little Death Eater."
The voice came once again, timeless and unreadable, "Is that so?"
"You read the papers..." Voldemort smirked at his own joke, "What would your mother think if she knew they were calling you Lucifer?"
The voice made no reply.
Voldemort leaned forward so that his face was almost touching the Death Eater's, "Don't let your name down, my little Lucifer."
----
If Liv had to give Chita something, the woman could cook (along with being first class at anything she tried). She sometimes wondered what had ever drawn her to a man like Alastor Moody, but Liv also wondered what she found attractive about Sejanus. Lying down her fork, Liv gazed around the impeccably decorated and immaculate room. Sometimes she felt like Chita was not even human.
"I heard you were assigned to Lucifer," Sejanus said, jolting Liv out of her fit of jealously (The woman even made her own soap!).
"Yes," Chita said, draining her wine. "Three days ago."
"How is it?" Sejanus said, leaning forward.
"He's a monster," Chita replied with a slight glance at Liv, who quickly pasted a smile over her glare. "And we're no nearer to catching him than Voldemort, despite what the papers say."
"Why?" Sejanus said, making a mountain out of his mashed potatoes.
"Its complicated..." Chita bit her lip, thinking. "Let me try to put it simply, whenever a wizard cats a spell, they leave a tiny part of their own magic thrown into its working, almost like a signature. Now anyone that knows how can detect the signature and generally determine who cast the spell, and the more powerful the magic, the easier the signature is to detect. Do you follow me? But a self-spelling wand could have cast Lucifer's work. There is no signature where there should be a very big one; it is like there is no human aspect to him whatsoever. The fact that his spells are... signatureless, for lack of a better word, is why we know he has committed all these murders, but it also makes him doubly hard to trace."
"So, is he human?" Sejanus persisted with a morbid fascination.
"We hope so," Alastor smirked.
"What is Lucifer turned out to be a house elf..." Sejanus mused to no one in particular.
Chita glared at him, she obviously didn't find this remotely funny, "That would be highly unlikely, Sejanus."
"Lucifer would sooner be me than a houself," Liv smiled across the table at Sejanus. "People are more scared of him than Voldemort, I'd say."
Alastor snorted, "That reminds me, I was in Diagon Alley three days ago, right after Evy kicked the bucket. And everyone was talking about it of course, but most people were saying You-Know-Who instead of Voldemort."
"Really?" Chita raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, "You didn't tell me this?"
"I started laughing, but they didn't seem to find it funny, so they kicked me out of the shop." Alastor shook his head, "'Tis a sad day when the whole nation is calling Voldemort You-Know-Who..."
"How far we have sunk," Sejanus said in a tone of great mockery.
"That's stupid," Liv said, shaking her head.
"And that's an understatement," Alastor grinned, "You-Know-Who... Oh Jesus..." and the four of them collapsed into a fit of laughter.