LifeLines~Part4- Regrets
(Author's Note: :Slinks in: Alright, I know this is really, really late, but it's here, okay? I finally wrote it, and I'll try to get 5 out as fast as I can. If you cannot deal with death, please press the back page button on your browser. PG-13 for obvious reasons. Only a few more parts after this, and this series is done. I know, I forgot to add in Ron/Harry/Hermione's POVs in the last part, so I'll try to remember them here. Hey, give me a little credit, I'm a first time series writer! Anyway, just hear me out on this: The whole reason for H/H/R to be there is to watch their past selves, sometimes they just are at a loss for words. Please review, I need to know if my series is any good! If you don't review, I'll fling paper clips at your head!)
(A/N Once Again: A big thanks to warprince, he convinced me to actually finish the fic, and he helped me sort out my twisted plot lines. Thanks!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, I just use them to practice my writing skills on. J.K Rowling made up the Harry Potter series. Plot is mine; past names are mine, and the way the Dark Arts are run is mine. Basically, anything that isn't mentioned in the books is mine.
Cassandra shivered as she walked up to the fancy party the Ministry of Magic was holding. Her job, given to her by Lord Voldemort was to kill certain members of the Ministry. She was not looking forward to this because she knew practically everyone there. Her parents were working at the Ministry, and they always took her to these parties. It seemed like a century ago, she hadn't spoken to her parents ever since she left to train for the Dark Arts. But it had to be done; she would not disobey her Lord.
She had on dark black robe, a loop for her wand and a pocket with the map and photograph crammed in. She shivered again and hid behind a tree. Sure enough, there was wizard guards posted outside the building. "There must be some important wizards there." She said to herself. She aimed her wand and fired curses at them. They fell to the ground. Cassandra ran by, firing curses in all directions at guards. She found where the party was being held and peeped inside. There was a bunch of wizards and witches standing around, chatting and eating sandwiches and having drinks. On the ceiling was a large glass dome, where the stars and full moon could be seen. She apparated to the roof and walked over to the dome, where she had a bird's eye view. She lay flat on her stomach and made a tiny hole in the glass, a hole only large enough for her wand to fit. She took out her picture and started to pick out the victims she needed.
Hermione was angry with herself. She couldn't believe the type of things she used to do. : What did I do to have to stoop to this level? Where did I screw up in my past life? At least I'm not like that now.: She said.
Cassandra eyes were looking back and forth, from the picture to the glass dome and the party below. : I don't
even want to think what's going to happen next. This is not looking good at all. When am I going to be able to return to the land of the living? We need to stop Voldemort, and I know he's going to do something, and I'll still be asleep.: Hermione looked at the party. :That party looks like a lot of fun. Look, that poor woman sitting in a couch is crying. I wonder why.:
"Amy, what's the matter?" A man holding two cups of punch and a napkin asked the sobbing woman sitting on a couch. She sniffled and looked up. It was only her husband. "Oh Brian, I just remembered. Cassandra used to like these parties, remember? We would always pick her out a pretty dress, she would get her hair done... Now we don't even know where she is! We don't know even know if she's alive. She might be dead, lying in a ditch somewhere, dying on some hard floor, without us to say good-bye to her!" She said shakily. Then she burst into fresh tears. He put down their drinks and handed his wife the napkin he was holding.
" Shh, don't worry. I know she's okay, Cassandra was always a fighter. She wanted to leave, it was her decision to go. She's a strong girl, she will survive. Before you know it, we'll see her again, and everything will turn out all right. You'll see."
***
Stephen woke up again, not because he was summoned, but because he had had more than enough sleep. His owl was hopping around, fully recovered from his collision with the wall. He walked over to pet it and give it a treat. "Want to fly around outside for a while?" He asked Lightning. The owl nodded the way only an owl can, so Stephen walked over to draw the blinds and open the door to the balcony.
The owl flew out and soared into the night.
Stephen lingered and stood out in the cold, just
looking at the sky. The sky was dark, it glittered with stars and the moon hung full in the sky. He was staying in an apartment building not too far away from one of the Dark wings. It was a building that held all the new wizard recruits, to make sure they didn't escape. He walked back inside and looked at the clock. It was almost 11. "I wonder what's taking so long. Maybe he forgot I need more training. It doesn't matter, I'm ready whenever he needs me." He said. He flicked on a light and poured a cup of coffee.
The light fell on the photograph that he got earlier. He walked over and picked it up. "My family. What about my family?" He said out loud. 'Love is for the weak.' It echoed in his mind. 'The ones who love are weak they don't deserve power. The strong don't love; they are the ones who truly deserve power.' It echoed in the back of his mind. The brainwashing was echoing. "No, I have people who really love me. I'm strong!" He said. 'No, the ones who love are weak! You must be strong, or you will be killed.' "No, I won't be killed! And I will go home!" He yelled.
'No, you will stay with the Dark Arts.' It was fighting with him, like a demon had gone into him
and was controlling his actions. "No, I'm not weak!" He yelled. He finally realized what he had to do. He had to leave, and go home.
***
: What the hell just happened? I'll get killed! : Harry was actually going to see if he would be
able to fight Voldemort. He touched the scar on his forehead and felt a little pain, but not like the one he had felt in his other battles. : I guess it's because Voldemort hasn't attacked my parents yet. That's why my scar doesn't hurt. : He watched, as he was fighting Voldemort once again.
Lord Voldemort fired the first shot. It was a shot of Dark Power. Jonathan jumped into the air, and aimed his wand. A Dark power shot out of it and hit Voldemort. It stopped him momentarily, frozen in place. Jonathan aimed again, but Voldemort turned around and aimed at him. Black fire emerged from the ground and engulfed Jonathan in flames. He screamed and aimed his wand to put it out. It was eating through magical shields he had put up. He pointed down at his feet and mumbled a counter--curse. It was extinguished. He aimed a shot at Voldemort and bright energy exploded out of his wand. Voldemort fell.
Jonathan was getting ready to yell the final curse, but Voldemort pointed his wand. A blast
came out of nowhere and Jonathan strengthened his magical shields again. Voldemort had a split second to recover and he stood back up. The fight continued.
***
Cassandra took out the photograph and held it in her trembling hands. The hole in the glass was cut, the victims found and marked in her mind's eye. She took a deep breath. Then she fit the wand into the hole in the glass and fired the first shot. It hit the punch bowl and exploded. The nearby witch, the real victim, screamed and jumped back. Cassandra fired again and it hit her in the back. She stumbled and fell.
Cassandra aimed once again, and this time, an elderly wizard fell. That was it. Everyone began running; guards for the Ministry began looking where the shot were being fired. Cassandra aimed her wand at the doors and they slammed shut. Different wizards began taking out their wands and aiming it at the door. Fire, lightning and other natural disasters exploded when they hit the door, but nothing happened. They were trapped. Cassandra fired shot after shot, sometimes getting her target, but sometimes missing and hitting, several items around the room, like a potted plant. Countless wizards tried to apparate out, but the Ministry had put a charm on the whole hall, so no intruders could come in.
"What's going on?" Amy Livingston said. She dried her tears on her napkin and gasped as the first shot came flying by her. It hit the punch bowl she was near and it shattered into pieces. She screamed and ran to the other side of the room. More shots began firing. A wizard fell right near her. "Brian!" Amy yelled. He was near the door, trying to hex it open. "Come on, we have to get out of here!" He yelled. "Look, up there!" Someone else said. Everyone looked up.
There she was, firing shots, lying on her stomach, aiming at the Ministry wizards. Brian Livingston aimed his wand and fired a single shot. It hit the glass and the whole glass ceiling shattered. Wizards and witches pointed their wands skyward and put a shield up for themselves to shield themselves from the glass. Cassandra fell, and hit the floor with a sickening thud.
***
A piercing shriek filled the halls of Hogwarts. It was a single scream, and it was coming from the Hospital Wing. Albus Dumbledore dropped the file he was holding, and ran to the Hospital Wing. Minevera McGonagall excused her third years and ran, robes flapping and sprinted to the Hospital Wing. They ran into the room where the three had been staying. Hermione was screaming, after being silent for so long. Dumbledore grabbed the glass and quickly got some of the potion that was in a simmering cauldron. He handed it to McGonagall, and she poured it into Hermione's mouth. She stopped screaming and she fell back onto the bed. "Dear God, I hope we're not too late. We need to get these three back here as soon as possible, Voldemort's attacks are nearing Hogwarts." McGonagall said while clutching the empty glass. "No, I know they'll all come back. They survived one lifetime. I know they're going to be around for this one."
***
Cassandra groaned and turned over. The fall had broken her leg and pain was shooting towards her head. Blood was beginning to drip onto the white marble floor. Stars swam in front of her eyes, and all she could hear was the wizards crowding nearby. "Oh my God!" A woman shrieked. Cassandra squinted and tried to see who it was. She tried to pick her head up, but it was too painful. The woman kneeled next to her, and Cassandra knew who it was.
Her mother!
" Cassandra! No! Dear God, please let it be all a dream! My baby girl...! Amy said to her dying daughter. Tears were streaming down her face. She stroked her daughters hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Cassandra, I'm sorry..." Her words couldn't be heard anymore as she broke down into tears again. Her tears were mixing with the blood on the floor.
"No, Mom, I'm sorry. I should have stayed home, I never should have left." Cassandra said,
tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry I put you through all this pain. I'm sorry. I deserve to die..." Cassandra said.
Amy's head jerked up. "No! I won't let you die! I can't let you die, you're my daughter. I can't."
She cried out.
Cassandra struggled to breathe, her vision was clouding. "No, Voldemort will come after you
too, he won't give up until myself, and everyone I love are dead."
" I killed you, my God, I killed my daughter..." Amy whispered.
"No Mom, I was dead before. If I had stayed with Voldemort, it was a death wish. He would have killed me anyway. At least now, I can say goodbye." Cassandra whispered.
"Remember this, I love you.' Amy said. She kissed Cassandra on her forehead. "I love you too
Mom..." Cassandra said as her eyes closed. Her mother stayed silent for a minute, while the realization sunk in. Then, she let out one final scream and broke into harsh tears. Her daughter was dead...
***
Sweat dripped off Jonathan's face and he jumped another bolt of energy. He fired another bolt himself, but Voldemort had managed to dodge it. Jonathan fired another one, but not before Voldemort had fired one. Jonathan fell to the ground as Voldemort walked over in heavy steps. Jonathan was frozen in place.
"Expellaramus!" Cried Voldemort in a victorious manner. Jonathan's wand flew out of his frozen hand and into Voldemort's. "You are a fool. A God damn fool. Did you ever think you would be able to escape? Only the strong survive in the Dark Arts. And you are a weak fool. Remember what you always say? "Death is your payment out of the Dark Arts." Well, now you eat your words." Voldemort said. He aimed his wand. Jonathan gathered up all his strength and broke out of the curse. He used his magic to call the wand back to him and he blasted Voldemort against the wall.
Voldemort was frozen in place for a split second and then slid to the ground. The door was open. In that split second Voldemort was on the ground, he had accidentally let up the barrier. Jonathan's eyes went back and forth to the door and to Voldemort. He debated whether he should stay and fight, or run. Should he just suck it in and fight? Or should he take his chances and run?
There was a pretty good chance he could be killed either way. He didn't care if he would be mocked at if her lived. He didn't care if he would have to be on the run. The powerful would become the prey.
He ran.
(Author's Note: :Slinks in: Alright, I know this is really, really late, but it's here, okay? I finally wrote it, and I'll try to get 5 out as fast as I can. If you cannot deal with death, please press the back page button on your browser. PG-13 for obvious reasons. Only a few more parts after this, and this series is done. I know, I forgot to add in Ron/Harry/Hermione's POVs in the last part, so I'll try to remember them here. Hey, give me a little credit, I'm a first time series writer! Anyway, just hear me out on this: The whole reason for H/H/R to be there is to watch their past selves, sometimes they just are at a loss for words. Please review, I need to know if my series is any good! If you don't review, I'll fling paper clips at your head!)
(A/N Once Again: A big thanks to warprince, he convinced me to actually finish the fic, and he helped me sort out my twisted plot lines. Thanks!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, I just use them to practice my writing skills on. J.K Rowling made up the Harry Potter series. Plot is mine; past names are mine, and the way the Dark Arts are run is mine. Basically, anything that isn't mentioned in the books is mine.
Cassandra shivered as she walked up to the fancy party the Ministry of Magic was holding. Her job, given to her by Lord Voldemort was to kill certain members of the Ministry. She was not looking forward to this because she knew practically everyone there. Her parents were working at the Ministry, and they always took her to these parties. It seemed like a century ago, she hadn't spoken to her parents ever since she left to train for the Dark Arts. But it had to be done; she would not disobey her Lord.
She had on dark black robe, a loop for her wand and a pocket with the map and photograph crammed in. She shivered again and hid behind a tree. Sure enough, there was wizard guards posted outside the building. "There must be some important wizards there." She said to herself. She aimed her wand and fired curses at them. They fell to the ground. Cassandra ran by, firing curses in all directions at guards. She found where the party was being held and peeped inside. There was a bunch of wizards and witches standing around, chatting and eating sandwiches and having drinks. On the ceiling was a large glass dome, where the stars and full moon could be seen. She apparated to the roof and walked over to the dome, where she had a bird's eye view. She lay flat on her stomach and made a tiny hole in the glass, a hole only large enough for her wand to fit. She took out her picture and started to pick out the victims she needed.
Hermione was angry with herself. She couldn't believe the type of things she used to do. : What did I do to have to stoop to this level? Where did I screw up in my past life? At least I'm not like that now.: She said.
Cassandra eyes were looking back and forth, from the picture to the glass dome and the party below. : I don't
even want to think what's going to happen next. This is not looking good at all. When am I going to be able to return to the land of the living? We need to stop Voldemort, and I know he's going to do something, and I'll still be asleep.: Hermione looked at the party. :That party looks like a lot of fun. Look, that poor woman sitting in a couch is crying. I wonder why.:
"Amy, what's the matter?" A man holding two cups of punch and a napkin asked the sobbing woman sitting on a couch. She sniffled and looked up. It was only her husband. "Oh Brian, I just remembered. Cassandra used to like these parties, remember? We would always pick her out a pretty dress, she would get her hair done... Now we don't even know where she is! We don't know even know if she's alive. She might be dead, lying in a ditch somewhere, dying on some hard floor, without us to say good-bye to her!" She said shakily. Then she burst into fresh tears. He put down their drinks and handed his wife the napkin he was holding.
" Shh, don't worry. I know she's okay, Cassandra was always a fighter. She wanted to leave, it was her decision to go. She's a strong girl, she will survive. Before you know it, we'll see her again, and everything will turn out all right. You'll see."
***
Stephen woke up again, not because he was summoned, but because he had had more than enough sleep. His owl was hopping around, fully recovered from his collision with the wall. He walked over to pet it and give it a treat. "Want to fly around outside for a while?" He asked Lightning. The owl nodded the way only an owl can, so Stephen walked over to draw the blinds and open the door to the balcony.
The owl flew out and soared into the night.
Stephen lingered and stood out in the cold, just
looking at the sky. The sky was dark, it glittered with stars and the moon hung full in the sky. He was staying in an apartment building not too far away from one of the Dark wings. It was a building that held all the new wizard recruits, to make sure they didn't escape. He walked back inside and looked at the clock. It was almost 11. "I wonder what's taking so long. Maybe he forgot I need more training. It doesn't matter, I'm ready whenever he needs me." He said. He flicked on a light and poured a cup of coffee.
The light fell on the photograph that he got earlier. He walked over and picked it up. "My family. What about my family?" He said out loud. 'Love is for the weak.' It echoed in his mind. 'The ones who love are weak they don't deserve power. The strong don't love; they are the ones who truly deserve power.' It echoed in the back of his mind. The brainwashing was echoing. "No, I have people who really love me. I'm strong!" He said. 'No, the ones who love are weak! You must be strong, or you will be killed.' "No, I won't be killed! And I will go home!" He yelled.
'No, you will stay with the Dark Arts.' It was fighting with him, like a demon had gone into him
and was controlling his actions. "No, I'm not weak!" He yelled. He finally realized what he had to do. He had to leave, and go home.
***
: What the hell just happened? I'll get killed! : Harry was actually going to see if he would be
able to fight Voldemort. He touched the scar on his forehead and felt a little pain, but not like the one he had felt in his other battles. : I guess it's because Voldemort hasn't attacked my parents yet. That's why my scar doesn't hurt. : He watched, as he was fighting Voldemort once again.
Lord Voldemort fired the first shot. It was a shot of Dark Power. Jonathan jumped into the air, and aimed his wand. A Dark power shot out of it and hit Voldemort. It stopped him momentarily, frozen in place. Jonathan aimed again, but Voldemort turned around and aimed at him. Black fire emerged from the ground and engulfed Jonathan in flames. He screamed and aimed his wand to put it out. It was eating through magical shields he had put up. He pointed down at his feet and mumbled a counter--curse. It was extinguished. He aimed a shot at Voldemort and bright energy exploded out of his wand. Voldemort fell.
Jonathan was getting ready to yell the final curse, but Voldemort pointed his wand. A blast
came out of nowhere and Jonathan strengthened his magical shields again. Voldemort had a split second to recover and he stood back up. The fight continued.
***
Cassandra took out the photograph and held it in her trembling hands. The hole in the glass was cut, the victims found and marked in her mind's eye. She took a deep breath. Then she fit the wand into the hole in the glass and fired the first shot. It hit the punch bowl and exploded. The nearby witch, the real victim, screamed and jumped back. Cassandra fired again and it hit her in the back. She stumbled and fell.
Cassandra aimed once again, and this time, an elderly wizard fell. That was it. Everyone began running; guards for the Ministry began looking where the shot were being fired. Cassandra aimed her wand at the doors and they slammed shut. Different wizards began taking out their wands and aiming it at the door. Fire, lightning and other natural disasters exploded when they hit the door, but nothing happened. They were trapped. Cassandra fired shot after shot, sometimes getting her target, but sometimes missing and hitting, several items around the room, like a potted plant. Countless wizards tried to apparate out, but the Ministry had put a charm on the whole hall, so no intruders could come in.
"What's going on?" Amy Livingston said. She dried her tears on her napkin and gasped as the first shot came flying by her. It hit the punch bowl she was near and it shattered into pieces. She screamed and ran to the other side of the room. More shots began firing. A wizard fell right near her. "Brian!" Amy yelled. He was near the door, trying to hex it open. "Come on, we have to get out of here!" He yelled. "Look, up there!" Someone else said. Everyone looked up.
There she was, firing shots, lying on her stomach, aiming at the Ministry wizards. Brian Livingston aimed his wand and fired a single shot. It hit the glass and the whole glass ceiling shattered. Wizards and witches pointed their wands skyward and put a shield up for themselves to shield themselves from the glass. Cassandra fell, and hit the floor with a sickening thud.
***
A piercing shriek filled the halls of Hogwarts. It was a single scream, and it was coming from the Hospital Wing. Albus Dumbledore dropped the file he was holding, and ran to the Hospital Wing. Minevera McGonagall excused her third years and ran, robes flapping and sprinted to the Hospital Wing. They ran into the room where the three had been staying. Hermione was screaming, after being silent for so long. Dumbledore grabbed the glass and quickly got some of the potion that was in a simmering cauldron. He handed it to McGonagall, and she poured it into Hermione's mouth. She stopped screaming and she fell back onto the bed. "Dear God, I hope we're not too late. We need to get these three back here as soon as possible, Voldemort's attacks are nearing Hogwarts." McGonagall said while clutching the empty glass. "No, I know they'll all come back. They survived one lifetime. I know they're going to be around for this one."
***
Cassandra groaned and turned over. The fall had broken her leg and pain was shooting towards her head. Blood was beginning to drip onto the white marble floor. Stars swam in front of her eyes, and all she could hear was the wizards crowding nearby. "Oh my God!" A woman shrieked. Cassandra squinted and tried to see who it was. She tried to pick her head up, but it was too painful. The woman kneeled next to her, and Cassandra knew who it was.
Her mother!
" Cassandra! No! Dear God, please let it be all a dream! My baby girl...! Amy said to her dying daughter. Tears were streaming down her face. She stroked her daughters hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Cassandra, I'm sorry..." Her words couldn't be heard anymore as she broke down into tears again. Her tears were mixing with the blood on the floor.
"No, Mom, I'm sorry. I should have stayed home, I never should have left." Cassandra said,
tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry I put you through all this pain. I'm sorry. I deserve to die..." Cassandra said.
Amy's head jerked up. "No! I won't let you die! I can't let you die, you're my daughter. I can't."
She cried out.
Cassandra struggled to breathe, her vision was clouding. "No, Voldemort will come after you
too, he won't give up until myself, and everyone I love are dead."
" I killed you, my God, I killed my daughter..." Amy whispered.
"No Mom, I was dead before. If I had stayed with Voldemort, it was a death wish. He would have killed me anyway. At least now, I can say goodbye." Cassandra whispered.
"Remember this, I love you.' Amy said. She kissed Cassandra on her forehead. "I love you too
Mom..." Cassandra said as her eyes closed. Her mother stayed silent for a minute, while the realization sunk in. Then, she let out one final scream and broke into harsh tears. Her daughter was dead...
***
Sweat dripped off Jonathan's face and he jumped another bolt of energy. He fired another bolt himself, but Voldemort had managed to dodge it. Jonathan fired another one, but not before Voldemort had fired one. Jonathan fell to the ground as Voldemort walked over in heavy steps. Jonathan was frozen in place.
"Expellaramus!" Cried Voldemort in a victorious manner. Jonathan's wand flew out of his frozen hand and into Voldemort's. "You are a fool. A God damn fool. Did you ever think you would be able to escape? Only the strong survive in the Dark Arts. And you are a weak fool. Remember what you always say? "Death is your payment out of the Dark Arts." Well, now you eat your words." Voldemort said. He aimed his wand. Jonathan gathered up all his strength and broke out of the curse. He used his magic to call the wand back to him and he blasted Voldemort against the wall.
Voldemort was frozen in place for a split second and then slid to the ground. The door was open. In that split second Voldemort was on the ground, he had accidentally let up the barrier. Jonathan's eyes went back and forth to the door and to Voldemort. He debated whether he should stay and fight, or run. Should he just suck it in and fight? Or should he take his chances and run?
There was a pretty good chance he could be killed either way. He didn't care if he would be mocked at if her lived. He didn't care if he would have to be on the run. The powerful would become the prey.
He ran.