LifeLines~ Part 2-Revert
(Author's Note : Brushes Cheeto crumbs off her hands and takes a sip of Cherry Coke: Hey everybody. Part 2 of my fic, LifeLines. You gotta read part one of my fic, or you won't understand what's going on. Sorry if there are orange crumbs on my fic, I'm writing this while eating bowl after bowl of Cheetos and drinking Cherry Coke. Okay, you all have to understand something. I'm writing this while I post them. This isn't something I already finished writing. I write these whenever I get a chance, or when I come up with a brilliant idea. So, these may late by a few days. Anyway, enjoy and please read and rate.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, one J.K Rowling thought them up. A big thanks to my friend, Jen. She's had to put up with my rambling, and hearing my ideas over and over. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Thanks a lot!
(A/N Once Again; I forgot to mention, these things right here :::: mean that Harry/Ron/Hermione are talking inside their past selves. If you don't get it, go back and read LifeLines Part 1- Realization. Okay?
It was just about twilight, and the woman just got up. She had been in training for most of the day before. Her hair was long, and it swished back and forth as she walked around the apartment. She had graduated from Hogwarts almost 5 years ago. She hadn't spoken to her parents in that long. But she had to cease contact with them. They were keeping her from her true purpose in life. They worked at the Ministry, and she ran away to go through with her training. Her training was to begin again, tonight. Training for what? She was training to be a dark witch, under the careful watch of Lord Voldemort himself. She had been brainwashed by him; she seemed promising when she left Hogwarts. She wasn't in Slytherin, but he had thought she would be useful for his mission.
: Huh? Where am I? Let me out! Let me out! Let me go!:
Hermione didn't know where she was. It seemed like she was in a dark room. She walked around, trying to find a door. There wasn't one anywhere. But there was something like a large window, right in front of her.
:Oh yeah, the potion. I guess it worked well. Hmm, so this must be Cassandra. Well, might as well keep a watch that's what I'm here for.:
Cassandra walked over to a mirror; she tried to fix her long hair. Hermione was able to get a good look at her past self. Cassandra had long, long dark brown hair. She had pale skin and eyes the color of ghosts, gray, and almost transparent. Hermione stared.
: That used to be me? Wow, she's pretty, in a haunting sort of way anyway.:
The mirror rippled, and a shadow came into view. Cassandra bowed. "What are your needs, oh master?" She said. "You must come to your training at once, we are running out of time." The shadow said. "Yes, oh great Lord Voldemort, what ever you say." She said in monotone. The mirror became clear once again, and her refection could be seen. Cassandra sighed and apparated out of her apartment to go to her training. Hermione could tell she had gotten into more than she asked for.
Harry had gotten a rude awakening as well. When he came to; inside his past self, his past self was trying to bring others over to the dark side. He wasn't using brainwashing, but he was just trying to lure them over. Bring more wizards over. Most of them came willingly. Some of them were captured, and brought over. They had been in Hogwarts, Durmsbrang, and other wizarding schools. They were all foolish and young, but they were promising.
: Where am I? Oh yeah, I'm in the past. What's going on? Oh no. This does not look good, not good at all.: He thought.
"So, you all think you would never want to be on our side. Very good. But, if you need, shall we say, further encouragement, I will ask you this. Most of the wizarding population is what they call the "good side". Most of you here claim to be on that side. But did being good ever get you? No. It got you right here, at our mercy. The ones who get all mushy and sentimental over all those other ideals: love, goodness, kindness; they are weak. Those were made for the weak, the ones who can't handle power. You have to be strong, and you can go anywhere. The strong are the ones who can survive, the ones who can resist those other pitiful ideals. And you all want to be strong, don't you? I know. You all want to be leaders, the ones who aren't hunted by the strong, like us. You all want power." Jonathan said. "For now, we are setting out to find the strongest of all those other wizards. We are trying to find the ones who are strong enough to handle these ideals that we uphold. We are trying to create a strong empire. No more of these weaklings crawling around. The Ministry is trying to stop us, thinking that their way of life is the best. It isn't. Look at them. We are far more powerful then they are; and we are stronger because we don't have to succumb to those ideals. We were blessed with power, because we were smarter not to fall for all those other things. The Ministry will never stop us. No one will get in our way. " He glared at all of them and chuckled at the terrified faces. Some of the wizards and witches listening were terrified. But most of them thought what he was saying were true. Being kind didn't get them anywhere. It wouldn't hurt to give being on the other side a chance.
: What? Those things aren't true! What are you saying? You can be strong without being evil! You can have power and have love! You don't have to be evil! You can still be good and not have to resort to evil methods!: Harry was yelling. All those harsh words were stabbing him.
"Being on our side, you will have to learn what we all know now. You will serve Lord Voldemort and Lord Voldemort only. You will learn far more advanced magic then any of you will ever encounter. You will have to cease contact will all family and you will all do what you are told. And, if any of you betray the Dark Arts-" Jonathan was cut off. A wizard had managed to escape from his confinement and was crawling to the door. He picked up his wand and whispered a curse. Instantly, he screamed and fell towards the ground. "Death will be your payment to escape the Dark Arts. Am I clear?" He said. His eyes flashed with Dark power, a period to his harsh words. Everyone quickly nodded. It was an impulse.
Ron was watching all those harsh words that Jonathan was saying to them. He was one of the captured wizards. He winced as he watch all those fools believing in what Jonathan was saying. His past self was nodding, soaking in all the words Ron hated. Ron was appalled that he used to believe such silly things. He was lead out of the room with the other wizards, and Jonathan followed. He went around and took down names. "Name?" He asked. "Stephen Richardson." Stephen said. Jonathan lined them up, and he faced them. He pointed his wand and shouted a curse. Stephen's mind was wiped clean like a tabletop, and was replaced with all the harsh words that Jonathan had said earlier. Stephen was taken to another room, and he was given his wand back. The door closed behind him. He was left all alone. Jonathan appeared in front of him. "You seem very promising. I gauged your magic before. Your training will begin-" A large book appeared in front of them. "Now."
Cassandra had apparated to another part of the Dark Arts wing. There were different wings of dark magic everywhere. One was the wing that brainwashed and trained new recruits to be Dark wizards. One was full of wizards that were trying to figure out what the Ministry of would do next. They were the ones that had the spies, to make sure they were one step ahead of Ministry. One was the wing that had a tab on all the Dark wizards, to make sure that they wouldn't try to run away. One was the wing that made created more curses for the Dark wizards to do. There were many other wings, far more then the Ministry would ever get a hold of. But there was one in particular that was the most powerful. The wing that served Lord Voldemort. That's where Cassandra was. She went to the nearest portkey, a potted plant. She touched it, and she was apparated off to somewhere else. "Cassandra." It was one of the other witches, Cassandra knew her by sight, but didn't know her name. "Come with me." She said briskly. Cassandra followed, wondering what it would be this time. Yesterday, she was forced to face dragon after dragon, to hone her skills under pressure. 2 hours and five dead dragons later, she was allowed to leave and go back to her apartment. The witch shoved Cassandra in a room and slammed the door shut. It was pitch black. Cassandra held her wand up defensively. In her fear, she had forgotten the Lumos charm, the one that would provide her with light. Something lunged at her and grabbed her shoulder. Cassandra screamed and flung out hexes in all directions. She heard a thud. Something had been hit. Something tackled her and she slid on the floor. She flung out a hex and something hit the floor. Something grabbed her from behind; she elbowed it, and flung out a curse. It fell against her and she yelled and shoved it off her. She heard footsteps and flung out a hex. The lights suddenly came on, her hex hit the thing making the sound and it fell to the floor. It was a person. She glanced around. There were 5 dead people on the floor. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stifled a scream.
: My god. My god! What happened? What did I do? I did this? Get a grip Hermione. This was your past self. But it was still me.: Hermione was shocked to see what she used to do. Hermione was close to throwing up.
Clapping. Someone was clapping. Cassandra looked around in all directions. No one was there. "Very good. Very good. You did very good." Cassandra recognized the voice. She bowed. "Thank you, Lord Voldemort." The voice was coming from all directions. "You did very good tonight, but you are lacking something. You should show no remorse. Remorse is for the weak." Cassandra cringed. 'Remorse is for the weak' That was repeated to her, over and over again, when she couldn't kill a furry animal that looked oddly enough like her faithful pet dog without crying. "I am sorry, my Lord." Cassandra said. "You were lucky tonight." Lord Voldemort said. The 5 people who were lying on the floor turned into five pairs of socks. "This was just a practice. These are just pairs of socks." A pair flew into her hands. "Next time, it'll be the real thing."
The book flew open in front of Stephen. It shook and a beam of light flew from the book into his head. Stephen screamed and tried to run, but he was paralyzed. All the things he was absorbing were Dark curses, hexes and different potions. The light stopped and he fell to the floor. "Get up." Jonathan barked at him. Stephen groaned and tried to. He was in too much pain. He struggled and finally got up. "Why are you doing this? I thought we learned the charms ourselves." Stephen said. "Well, we're in a tight spot right now. We need as many wizards and witches as we can get. Lord Voldemort wants us to launch an attack on the Ministry in a few days." Jonathan answered. "Come on, it's on to the next phase." He said. Stephen walked to the next room. He walked in, and the door slammed shut. Jonathan disappeared. Stephen was still a little dizzy from the spells crammed in his brain. He regained his balance and waited for whatever would pop out. A blur of black appeared out of nowhere. It ran around him and then, there was two. A few more appeared until he was surrounded. Stephen stayed still. Then he flung out as many hexes as he knew. The black things all yelled and some of them fell to the floor. Fire flew out his wand and he waved it around. Some of them yelped and jumped backed. Stephen didn't know what he was doing anymore. Something came over him, and he lost all control. Ice spewed out his wand and some of them were made into blocks of ice. The shadows were all yelping and screaming. Then, silence. "You may leave." A voice said out of nowhere. The room around him disappeared and he was back in his apartment.
(Author's Note : Brushes Cheeto crumbs off her hands and takes a sip of Cherry Coke: Hey everybody. Part 2 of my fic, LifeLines. You gotta read part one of my fic, or you won't understand what's going on. Sorry if there are orange crumbs on my fic, I'm writing this while eating bowl after bowl of Cheetos and drinking Cherry Coke. Okay, you all have to understand something. I'm writing this while I post them. This isn't something I already finished writing. I write these whenever I get a chance, or when I come up with a brilliant idea. So, these may late by a few days. Anyway, enjoy and please read and rate.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, one J.K Rowling thought them up. A big thanks to my friend, Jen. She's had to put up with my rambling, and hearing my ideas over and over. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Thanks a lot!
(A/N Once Again; I forgot to mention, these things right here :::: mean that Harry/Ron/Hermione are talking inside their past selves. If you don't get it, go back and read LifeLines Part 1- Realization. Okay?
It was just about twilight, and the woman just got up. She had been in training for most of the day before. Her hair was long, and it swished back and forth as she walked around the apartment. She had graduated from Hogwarts almost 5 years ago. She hadn't spoken to her parents in that long. But she had to cease contact with them. They were keeping her from her true purpose in life. They worked at the Ministry, and she ran away to go through with her training. Her training was to begin again, tonight. Training for what? She was training to be a dark witch, under the careful watch of Lord Voldemort himself. She had been brainwashed by him; she seemed promising when she left Hogwarts. She wasn't in Slytherin, but he had thought she would be useful for his mission.
: Huh? Where am I? Let me out! Let me out! Let me go!:
Hermione didn't know where she was. It seemed like she was in a dark room. She walked around, trying to find a door. There wasn't one anywhere. But there was something like a large window, right in front of her.
:Oh yeah, the potion. I guess it worked well. Hmm, so this must be Cassandra. Well, might as well keep a watch that's what I'm here for.:
Cassandra walked over to a mirror; she tried to fix her long hair. Hermione was able to get a good look at her past self. Cassandra had long, long dark brown hair. She had pale skin and eyes the color of ghosts, gray, and almost transparent. Hermione stared.
: That used to be me? Wow, she's pretty, in a haunting sort of way anyway.:
The mirror rippled, and a shadow came into view. Cassandra bowed. "What are your needs, oh master?" She said. "You must come to your training at once, we are running out of time." The shadow said. "Yes, oh great Lord Voldemort, what ever you say." She said in monotone. The mirror became clear once again, and her refection could be seen. Cassandra sighed and apparated out of her apartment to go to her training. Hermione could tell she had gotten into more than she asked for.
Harry had gotten a rude awakening as well. When he came to; inside his past self, his past self was trying to bring others over to the dark side. He wasn't using brainwashing, but he was just trying to lure them over. Bring more wizards over. Most of them came willingly. Some of them were captured, and brought over. They had been in Hogwarts, Durmsbrang, and other wizarding schools. They were all foolish and young, but they were promising.
: Where am I? Oh yeah, I'm in the past. What's going on? Oh no. This does not look good, not good at all.: He thought.
"So, you all think you would never want to be on our side. Very good. But, if you need, shall we say, further encouragement, I will ask you this. Most of the wizarding population is what they call the "good side". Most of you here claim to be on that side. But did being good ever get you? No. It got you right here, at our mercy. The ones who get all mushy and sentimental over all those other ideals: love, goodness, kindness; they are weak. Those were made for the weak, the ones who can't handle power. You have to be strong, and you can go anywhere. The strong are the ones who can survive, the ones who can resist those other pitiful ideals. And you all want to be strong, don't you? I know. You all want to be leaders, the ones who aren't hunted by the strong, like us. You all want power." Jonathan said. "For now, we are setting out to find the strongest of all those other wizards. We are trying to find the ones who are strong enough to handle these ideals that we uphold. We are trying to create a strong empire. No more of these weaklings crawling around. The Ministry is trying to stop us, thinking that their way of life is the best. It isn't. Look at them. We are far more powerful then they are; and we are stronger because we don't have to succumb to those ideals. We were blessed with power, because we were smarter not to fall for all those other things. The Ministry will never stop us. No one will get in our way. " He glared at all of them and chuckled at the terrified faces. Some of the wizards and witches listening were terrified. But most of them thought what he was saying were true. Being kind didn't get them anywhere. It wouldn't hurt to give being on the other side a chance.
: What? Those things aren't true! What are you saying? You can be strong without being evil! You can have power and have love! You don't have to be evil! You can still be good and not have to resort to evil methods!: Harry was yelling. All those harsh words were stabbing him.
"Being on our side, you will have to learn what we all know now. You will serve Lord Voldemort and Lord Voldemort only. You will learn far more advanced magic then any of you will ever encounter. You will have to cease contact will all family and you will all do what you are told. And, if any of you betray the Dark Arts-" Jonathan was cut off. A wizard had managed to escape from his confinement and was crawling to the door. He picked up his wand and whispered a curse. Instantly, he screamed and fell towards the ground. "Death will be your payment to escape the Dark Arts. Am I clear?" He said. His eyes flashed with Dark power, a period to his harsh words. Everyone quickly nodded. It was an impulse.
Ron was watching all those harsh words that Jonathan was saying to them. He was one of the captured wizards. He winced as he watch all those fools believing in what Jonathan was saying. His past self was nodding, soaking in all the words Ron hated. Ron was appalled that he used to believe such silly things. He was lead out of the room with the other wizards, and Jonathan followed. He went around and took down names. "Name?" He asked. "Stephen Richardson." Stephen said. Jonathan lined them up, and he faced them. He pointed his wand and shouted a curse. Stephen's mind was wiped clean like a tabletop, and was replaced with all the harsh words that Jonathan had said earlier. Stephen was taken to another room, and he was given his wand back. The door closed behind him. He was left all alone. Jonathan appeared in front of him. "You seem very promising. I gauged your magic before. Your training will begin-" A large book appeared in front of them. "Now."
Cassandra had apparated to another part of the Dark Arts wing. There were different wings of dark magic everywhere. One was the wing that brainwashed and trained new recruits to be Dark wizards. One was full of wizards that were trying to figure out what the Ministry of would do next. They were the ones that had the spies, to make sure they were one step ahead of Ministry. One was the wing that had a tab on all the Dark wizards, to make sure that they wouldn't try to run away. One was the wing that made created more curses for the Dark wizards to do. There were many other wings, far more then the Ministry would ever get a hold of. But there was one in particular that was the most powerful. The wing that served Lord Voldemort. That's where Cassandra was. She went to the nearest portkey, a potted plant. She touched it, and she was apparated off to somewhere else. "Cassandra." It was one of the other witches, Cassandra knew her by sight, but didn't know her name. "Come with me." She said briskly. Cassandra followed, wondering what it would be this time. Yesterday, she was forced to face dragon after dragon, to hone her skills under pressure. 2 hours and five dead dragons later, she was allowed to leave and go back to her apartment. The witch shoved Cassandra in a room and slammed the door shut. It was pitch black. Cassandra held her wand up defensively. In her fear, she had forgotten the Lumos charm, the one that would provide her with light. Something lunged at her and grabbed her shoulder. Cassandra screamed and flung out hexes in all directions. She heard a thud. Something had been hit. Something tackled her and she slid on the floor. She flung out a hex and something hit the floor. Something grabbed her from behind; she elbowed it, and flung out a curse. It fell against her and she yelled and shoved it off her. She heard footsteps and flung out a hex. The lights suddenly came on, her hex hit the thing making the sound and it fell to the floor. It was a person. She glanced around. There were 5 dead people on the floor. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stifled a scream.
: My god. My god! What happened? What did I do? I did this? Get a grip Hermione. This was your past self. But it was still me.: Hermione was shocked to see what she used to do. Hermione was close to throwing up.
Clapping. Someone was clapping. Cassandra looked around in all directions. No one was there. "Very good. Very good. You did very good." Cassandra recognized the voice. She bowed. "Thank you, Lord Voldemort." The voice was coming from all directions. "You did very good tonight, but you are lacking something. You should show no remorse. Remorse is for the weak." Cassandra cringed. 'Remorse is for the weak' That was repeated to her, over and over again, when she couldn't kill a furry animal that looked oddly enough like her faithful pet dog without crying. "I am sorry, my Lord." Cassandra said. "You were lucky tonight." Lord Voldemort said. The 5 people who were lying on the floor turned into five pairs of socks. "This was just a practice. These are just pairs of socks." A pair flew into her hands. "Next time, it'll be the real thing."
The book flew open in front of Stephen. It shook and a beam of light flew from the book into his head. Stephen screamed and tried to run, but he was paralyzed. All the things he was absorbing were Dark curses, hexes and different potions. The light stopped and he fell to the floor. "Get up." Jonathan barked at him. Stephen groaned and tried to. He was in too much pain. He struggled and finally got up. "Why are you doing this? I thought we learned the charms ourselves." Stephen said. "Well, we're in a tight spot right now. We need as many wizards and witches as we can get. Lord Voldemort wants us to launch an attack on the Ministry in a few days." Jonathan answered. "Come on, it's on to the next phase." He said. Stephen walked to the next room. He walked in, and the door slammed shut. Jonathan disappeared. Stephen was still a little dizzy from the spells crammed in his brain. He regained his balance and waited for whatever would pop out. A blur of black appeared out of nowhere. It ran around him and then, there was two. A few more appeared until he was surrounded. Stephen stayed still. Then he flung out as many hexes as he knew. The black things all yelled and some of them fell to the floor. Fire flew out his wand and he waved it around. Some of them yelped and jumped backed. Stephen didn't know what he was doing anymore. Something came over him, and he lost all control. Ice spewed out his wand and some of them were made into blocks of ice. The shadows were all yelping and screaming. Then, silence. "You may leave." A voice said out of nowhere. The room around him disappeared and he was back in his apartment.