Callista Vale
Chapter II: Joy in Pain
Thank you everyone for the positive reviews. I'm so happy that people actually like my work. Also, I thought up the name Callista myself. I think I had recently read 'The Odyssey' with that goddess/nymph-like Calypso and I always liked the name Cassandra, and both of 'em seemed too happy and not...evil. So, put 'em together, drop and add a couple letters and...ta da! Callista! And I'm babbling so I'll shut up about Callista now.
Scratch that about what I said about longer stories in Callista Vale I.; I'm incapable of writing stories longer than 20kb. Sorry.
No, the Demoentorius Potion works on adults, too. It's just that I guess the kids have more magical power in rawer form. I don't know. I know it's very 'Hocus Pocus'-y, but I thought it might be a nice touch.
I decided to take this fic in a COMPLETELY different route that I had planned, but I think it might be enjoyable.
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"Master!" Callista burst into Lord Voldemort's chambers.
"Callista! I told you not to disturb me! I'm developing new curses!"
"But, my lord, I have discovered something that might be of use."
This entirely changed Voldemort's expression and tone. "Speak."
"Those two new Aurors," Both Callista and Voldemort flinched at the word, "James Potter and Lily McSalen? I have received word that they are to be married."
"I see. When and where, Callista?"
"At the St. Mungo's Chapel in London on Sunday, June 15."
"Very good. If we were to say, disguise you and send you to the wedding reception..."
"I could probably discover who some of the Aurors" Again, both flinched, "are, or discover some very useful spies."
"Excellent, Callista. I love the way you think. Begin to prepare yourself. The wedding is in three months. In the mean time, there is a man on the 'other side' who says he has some valuable information. He is willing to speak to a lone Death Eater and report them. He says he's had enough of people underestimating him on that side."
"When will this be?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. I expect it's a trap, so get as much information as you can, and then probably some of those idiot Hit Wizards will come. Take care of them and the so-called turn-coat."
"Yes, my lord."
"Here is the address. 56 Gringotts Road. It's a deserted Apothecary Shop."
"Thank you. I won't let you down."
"I expected as much."
~*~
Callista opened the filthy door to the abandoned shop gingerly. She might not get queasy at the sight of blood, but get her new silk robes dirty- no way!
"Who's there?" A raspy voice called.
"Are you the turn-coat?" Callista asked calmly.
"Yes. Are you the Death Eater?"
"Yes. What information do you have for us?"
"Come into the light. I can't see you." The man demanded
"No. Tell me...what information do you have for us?" Callista repeated.
A new voice called out: "Don't move! We've got you surrounded!" Hit Wizards leapt out of the shadows, wands out. Callista was too quick.
"AVADRA KEDAVRA!" She cried all ten of her fingers pointed out, green light flashing from all of them simultaneously. When she was done, several of the wizards lay dead, others nursing fatal wounds. Only a handful survived. Still, before they could even decide what spell to use, Callista had her fingers out again.
"Kindlus!" Fire leapt from her fingertips, burning the Hit Wizards, leaving all of them dead.
Callista stepped back, and admired her handiwork. Only one thing missing, she realized with a frown. She again brought out her finger, and whispered a spell, and pointed it above all the wreckage. A skeleton, with a snake entwined about the mouth materialized over the bloodshed; the Dark Mark. One thing was still missing. Whispering another spell to her finger, a dark red and black light erupted out of her hand, this time spelling a final parting message. Callista cast a spell over herself to make her look completely different, pulled her cloak hood over her head, and left the building, grinning.
Ten minutes later, more Hit Wizards arrived at the old Apothecary shop, and entered it. Above the Dark Mark, a message in deep red spelled out 'Let this be a lesson to you: Never tangle with the Queen of Darkness'
One block away, the still enchanted Callista watched with a smile playing about her lips as the First Aid Wizards levitated dead bodies onto stretchers.
With a swish of a cloak, Callista was gone, thinking to herself 'Who says being bad isn't fun?'
~*~
A few months later......
Callista looked around uncertainly as she entered the room. She wasn't used to all this...this...happiness. She wouldn't have gone, but her master, Lord Voldemort, chose her to play the spy. And no one _ever_ disobeyed Voldemort. She was at the wedding reception for James and Lily Potter. Naturally, she was in disguise.
Her long black hair was a bit shorter, and done in a fancy up-do. Her normally steel blue eyes were a softened green, and she was about three inches shorter.
All around her people danced and chatted happily. Callista sat down at a chair nearby and carefully observed the crowd.
Suddenly, a tall man with black hair bounded up to her. "Hi," he said, "Wanna dance?"
Callista, would've said no, but she remembered Voldemort's order to fit in as much as possible, so she accepted. The music was a slow waltz, and as they danced, the two talked.
"So..." the man said, "What's your name?"
"Patricia McDowell." Callista said hastily. Her name was well known, especially in the Auror society.
"I'm Sirius Black." Callista smiled. She new that a man named Black was Potter's best friend. Master would be pleased. Now he had a direct route to three Aurors.
"Please to meet you!" Callista smiled fakely, although it seemed quite real.
"So...what do you do for a living?" Sirius asked politely.
"Oh, I work in a bookshop. Quite faraway, actually." Callista made up quickly. "What about you?"
"Oh, I work for the Ministry." Sirius answered vaguely. Callista grinned; Sirius was almost as good an actor as herself!
The night went on, and Sirius invited Callista to dinner the in a week. She agreed simply because it could lead to some VERY inside information.
~*~
"James, at the reception the other night, I met the most amazing girl..." Sirius trailed off as James smiled. Sirius met 'the most amazing girl' every second day.
"What is she like?" Might as well play along.
"Oh...she's smart, and pretty and a fantastic listener. I think she's the one, James. I really do."
James had to laugh. "Yeah. She's the one, all right. Just like all those girls at Hogwarts were the one. I remember you once told me Lily was the one for you!"
Sirius scowled at his best friend. "I was fourteen! So what?"
"And as I remember, there were several others, too."
"Be quiet. Anyway, Patricia is different. I'm going out to dinner with her tomorrow night."
"I see. Can't wait to here about it. Listen," James looked at his watch. "Lily's going to be worried. I told her I'd be home by six. Sorry! 'Bye Sirius!" Then he was gone.
~*~
Callista could not believe what she was doing. What was the world coming to when a Death Eater went out on a date with an Auror? Then again, Callista reminded herself sharply, this was only a mock date. This 'relationship' was only to get inside information.
Callista paced around in front of the shop in Diagon Alley Sirius said to wait at.
"Are Aurors always late?" she muttered, almost silently.
Suddenly, a roaring sound filled the air. A huge motorcycle fell out of the air. Riding it was none other than Sirius Black.
'Fake Date, Round One. Ding!' She thought.
"Hello Patricia! Lovely day!"
"Yeah, Sirius. What is that?" Callista asked, pointing to the motorcycle.
"It's a motorbike!"
"I knew that. Why does it fly?"
"I enchanted it. Impeccable craftsmanship, don't ya think?"
"I guess. How are we supposed to get to the restaurant? You said it's in Hogsmeade."
"Why do ya think I brought the bike? Hop on."
"Will it crash?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Not completely. But if it does, for the record, it's my fault. Okay?"
"I suppose so." Callista boarded the vehicle delicately, as though it would explode at any moment.
Sirius revved up the motorcycle, and then they were off. They rose into the air, and into the clouds. Callista couldn't believe her eyes. It was like heaven- it was quite warm, but comfortably so, and she was so high up she could touch the puffs of clouds.
"D'you like it?" Sirius called over the clamor of the motorcycle.
"WHAT?"
"I SAID, 'D'YOU LIKE IT?'"
"YEAH, IT'S OKAY."
Finally, they arrived at the restaurant with windblown hair, and reddened cheeks.
"We can't go to the restaurant like this!" Callista moaned.
"Patricia, aren't you forgetting you're a witch?" Sirius asked gently as he pulled out his wand. "Cleansus," he murmured softly, and his hair and robes were tamed.
'Uh oh." Callista thought nervously. She couldn't use any spells, otherwise Sirius would know that she didn't use a wand. And there was only one person in the entire wizarding world who didn't use a wand: Callista M. Vale, Death Eater Extrordinaire.
"Um, my wand is broken now. Snapped in half by my pet cat." Callista lied slyly, putting a helpless-maiden look on her face. "Would you mind...?"
"Of course not." Sirius pointed his wand at her, and cast the spell. Instantly, Callista was ravishing again.
As they entered the restaurant, Callista, once again, felt very uncomfortable. All this goodness was overwhelming to such a bad witch. Still, dinner went well, and before she knew it, it was time for the date to end.
There was another wild ride on Sirius' motorbike, and he dropped her off in front of the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"I had a great time tonight, Patricia." Sirius said quietly.
"Yeah, me too." Callista replied, thinking to herself that she would never EVER have a good time with that man until he was lying dead at her feet.
"Thanks." Sirius bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"I'd better get going." He said, going slightly red. "See ya."
"'Bye Sirius." Callista answered, dazedly. She didn't know what happened, but when Sirius kissed her, it was like...magic.
Of course she had been kissed before, what could you expect from a gorgeous sixteen-year-old at Beauxbatons, who loved making boys fall head over heels? But this was different. It was too hard to explain, especially from someone who had never been involved in a relationship where she actually cared.
Callista somehow found her way back to Voldemort's castle, and lay awake, dreaming of a certain black-haired Auror.
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::ducks as peeps throw over-ripe fruit at me:: Aaaah! I made a Death Eater fall for an Auror! What is the world coming to? I know this is COMPLETELY unrealistic, but it's FICTION! Hehehehehehe. It was actually fun.
Well, was that a complete plot twist or what? Even I didn't see it coming. And I'm the All-Powerful-Authoress!
Please Review, it makes me feel good, that someone is actually reading my work. Thanks and peace.
Star Gazer
Chapter II: Joy in Pain
Thank you everyone for the positive reviews. I'm so happy that people actually like my work. Also, I thought up the name Callista myself. I think I had recently read 'The Odyssey' with that goddess/nymph-like Calypso and I always liked the name Cassandra, and both of 'em seemed too happy and not...evil. So, put 'em together, drop and add a couple letters and...ta da! Callista! And I'm babbling so I'll shut up about Callista now.
Scratch that about what I said about longer stories in Callista Vale I.; I'm incapable of writing stories longer than 20kb. Sorry.
No, the Demoentorius Potion works on adults, too. It's just that I guess the kids have more magical power in rawer form. I don't know. I know it's very 'Hocus Pocus'-y, but I thought it might be a nice touch.
I decided to take this fic in a COMPLETELY different route that I had planned, but I think it might be enjoyable.
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"Master!" Callista burst into Lord Voldemort's chambers.
"Callista! I told you not to disturb me! I'm developing new curses!"
"But, my lord, I have discovered something that might be of use."
This entirely changed Voldemort's expression and tone. "Speak."
"Those two new Aurors," Both Callista and Voldemort flinched at the word, "James Potter and Lily McSalen? I have received word that they are to be married."
"I see. When and where, Callista?"
"At the St. Mungo's Chapel in London on Sunday, June 15."
"Very good. If we were to say, disguise you and send you to the wedding reception..."
"I could probably discover who some of the Aurors" Again, both flinched, "are, or discover some very useful spies."
"Excellent, Callista. I love the way you think. Begin to prepare yourself. The wedding is in three months. In the mean time, there is a man on the 'other side' who says he has some valuable information. He is willing to speak to a lone Death Eater and report them. He says he's had enough of people underestimating him on that side."
"When will this be?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. I expect it's a trap, so get as much information as you can, and then probably some of those idiot Hit Wizards will come. Take care of them and the so-called turn-coat."
"Yes, my lord."
"Here is the address. 56 Gringotts Road. It's a deserted Apothecary Shop."
"Thank you. I won't let you down."
"I expected as much."
~*~
Callista opened the filthy door to the abandoned shop gingerly. She might not get queasy at the sight of blood, but get her new silk robes dirty- no way!
"Who's there?" A raspy voice called.
"Are you the turn-coat?" Callista asked calmly.
"Yes. Are you the Death Eater?"
"Yes. What information do you have for us?"
"Come into the light. I can't see you." The man demanded
"No. Tell me...what information do you have for us?" Callista repeated.
A new voice called out: "Don't move! We've got you surrounded!" Hit Wizards leapt out of the shadows, wands out. Callista was too quick.
"AVADRA KEDAVRA!" She cried all ten of her fingers pointed out, green light flashing from all of them simultaneously. When she was done, several of the wizards lay dead, others nursing fatal wounds. Only a handful survived. Still, before they could even decide what spell to use, Callista had her fingers out again.
"Kindlus!" Fire leapt from her fingertips, burning the Hit Wizards, leaving all of them dead.
Callista stepped back, and admired her handiwork. Only one thing missing, she realized with a frown. She again brought out her finger, and whispered a spell, and pointed it above all the wreckage. A skeleton, with a snake entwined about the mouth materialized over the bloodshed; the Dark Mark. One thing was still missing. Whispering another spell to her finger, a dark red and black light erupted out of her hand, this time spelling a final parting message. Callista cast a spell over herself to make her look completely different, pulled her cloak hood over her head, and left the building, grinning.
Ten minutes later, more Hit Wizards arrived at the old Apothecary shop, and entered it. Above the Dark Mark, a message in deep red spelled out 'Let this be a lesson to you: Never tangle with the Queen of Darkness'
One block away, the still enchanted Callista watched with a smile playing about her lips as the First Aid Wizards levitated dead bodies onto stretchers.
With a swish of a cloak, Callista was gone, thinking to herself 'Who says being bad isn't fun?'
~*~
A few months later......
Callista looked around uncertainly as she entered the room. She wasn't used to all this...this...happiness. She wouldn't have gone, but her master, Lord Voldemort, chose her to play the spy. And no one _ever_ disobeyed Voldemort. She was at the wedding reception for James and Lily Potter. Naturally, she was in disguise.
Her long black hair was a bit shorter, and done in a fancy up-do. Her normally steel blue eyes were a softened green, and she was about three inches shorter.
All around her people danced and chatted happily. Callista sat down at a chair nearby and carefully observed the crowd.
Suddenly, a tall man with black hair bounded up to her. "Hi," he said, "Wanna dance?"
Callista, would've said no, but she remembered Voldemort's order to fit in as much as possible, so she accepted. The music was a slow waltz, and as they danced, the two talked.
"So..." the man said, "What's your name?"
"Patricia McDowell." Callista said hastily. Her name was well known, especially in the Auror society.
"I'm Sirius Black." Callista smiled. She new that a man named Black was Potter's best friend. Master would be pleased. Now he had a direct route to three Aurors.
"Please to meet you!" Callista smiled fakely, although it seemed quite real.
"So...what do you do for a living?" Sirius asked politely.
"Oh, I work in a bookshop. Quite faraway, actually." Callista made up quickly. "What about you?"
"Oh, I work for the Ministry." Sirius answered vaguely. Callista grinned; Sirius was almost as good an actor as herself!
The night went on, and Sirius invited Callista to dinner the in a week. She agreed simply because it could lead to some VERY inside information.
~*~
"James, at the reception the other night, I met the most amazing girl..." Sirius trailed off as James smiled. Sirius met 'the most amazing girl' every second day.
"What is she like?" Might as well play along.
"Oh...she's smart, and pretty and a fantastic listener. I think she's the one, James. I really do."
James had to laugh. "Yeah. She's the one, all right. Just like all those girls at Hogwarts were the one. I remember you once told me Lily was the one for you!"
Sirius scowled at his best friend. "I was fourteen! So what?"
"And as I remember, there were several others, too."
"Be quiet. Anyway, Patricia is different. I'm going out to dinner with her tomorrow night."
"I see. Can't wait to here about it. Listen," James looked at his watch. "Lily's going to be worried. I told her I'd be home by six. Sorry! 'Bye Sirius!" Then he was gone.
~*~
Callista could not believe what she was doing. What was the world coming to when a Death Eater went out on a date with an Auror? Then again, Callista reminded herself sharply, this was only a mock date. This 'relationship' was only to get inside information.
Callista paced around in front of the shop in Diagon Alley Sirius said to wait at.
"Are Aurors always late?" she muttered, almost silently.
Suddenly, a roaring sound filled the air. A huge motorcycle fell out of the air. Riding it was none other than Sirius Black.
'Fake Date, Round One. Ding!' She thought.
"Hello Patricia! Lovely day!"
"Yeah, Sirius. What is that?" Callista asked, pointing to the motorcycle.
"It's a motorbike!"
"I knew that. Why does it fly?"
"I enchanted it. Impeccable craftsmanship, don't ya think?"
"I guess. How are we supposed to get to the restaurant? You said it's in Hogsmeade."
"Why do ya think I brought the bike? Hop on."
"Will it crash?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Not completely. But if it does, for the record, it's my fault. Okay?"
"I suppose so." Callista boarded the vehicle delicately, as though it would explode at any moment.
Sirius revved up the motorcycle, and then they were off. They rose into the air, and into the clouds. Callista couldn't believe her eyes. It was like heaven- it was quite warm, but comfortably so, and she was so high up she could touch the puffs of clouds.
"D'you like it?" Sirius called over the clamor of the motorcycle.
"WHAT?"
"I SAID, 'D'YOU LIKE IT?'"
"YEAH, IT'S OKAY."
Finally, they arrived at the restaurant with windblown hair, and reddened cheeks.
"We can't go to the restaurant like this!" Callista moaned.
"Patricia, aren't you forgetting you're a witch?" Sirius asked gently as he pulled out his wand. "Cleansus," he murmured softly, and his hair and robes were tamed.
'Uh oh." Callista thought nervously. She couldn't use any spells, otherwise Sirius would know that she didn't use a wand. And there was only one person in the entire wizarding world who didn't use a wand: Callista M. Vale, Death Eater Extrordinaire.
"Um, my wand is broken now. Snapped in half by my pet cat." Callista lied slyly, putting a helpless-maiden look on her face. "Would you mind...?"
"Of course not." Sirius pointed his wand at her, and cast the spell. Instantly, Callista was ravishing again.
As they entered the restaurant, Callista, once again, felt very uncomfortable. All this goodness was overwhelming to such a bad witch. Still, dinner went well, and before she knew it, it was time for the date to end.
There was another wild ride on Sirius' motorbike, and he dropped her off in front of the entrance to Diagon Alley.
"I had a great time tonight, Patricia." Sirius said quietly.
"Yeah, me too." Callista replied, thinking to herself that she would never EVER have a good time with that man until he was lying dead at her feet.
"Thanks." Sirius bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"I'd better get going." He said, going slightly red. "See ya."
"'Bye Sirius." Callista answered, dazedly. She didn't know what happened, but when Sirius kissed her, it was like...magic.
Of course she had been kissed before, what could you expect from a gorgeous sixteen-year-old at Beauxbatons, who loved making boys fall head over heels? But this was different. It was too hard to explain, especially from someone who had never been involved in a relationship where she actually cared.
Callista somehow found her way back to Voldemort's castle, and lay awake, dreaming of a certain black-haired Auror.
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::ducks as peeps throw over-ripe fruit at me:: Aaaah! I made a Death Eater fall for an Auror! What is the world coming to? I know this is COMPLETELY unrealistic, but it's FICTION! Hehehehehehe. It was actually fun.
Well, was that a complete plot twist or what? Even I didn't see it coming. And I'm the All-Powerful-Authoress!
Please Review, it makes me feel good, that someone is actually reading my work. Thanks and peace.
Star Gazer