(A/n- My alter ego (Aphrodite) would like to say
some thing about the last few chapters:
Aphi: Ok, listen. I just want to say that there is
a moral to the past few chapters, and it's a very important one. Here it is;
'Never, ever, ever be angry or upset on a major holiday. It's bound to get you
into trouble.')
"Did our werewolves do the job we hoped for? Is she
dead?" asked the slithery voice. The voice of an especially dark person.
The follower hesitated. "Well master, t-t-there was
a slight problem."
The voice's red eyes glowed menacingly. "What do
you mean a problem? I sent out those wolves for a reason. That being, they
would do the job quickly, and she would be out of my way."
"Master, they didn't manage to kill her, but they
did bite her, I think."
"What do you mean think?" the voice bellowed.
"Well the tooth only scraped the skin. No saliva
actually entered the body." He explained.
"Only scraped the skin?" repeated the voice.
"Yes Master. She's not a full werewolf, and she
isn't dead."
The source of the voice glared at the follower
kneeling before him. "You disappoint me, Lyle. You know what happen to people
who disappoint me."
"But master, I wasn't with the group when it
happened I am not to blame." Lyle begged for mercy.
"Unfortunately werewolves
that will join our cause are so hard to come by that I can not afford to, shall
we say, let them go. But you Lyle, will be easy to replace. Avada Kedavra." The
voice waved his wand and Lyle fell helplessly to the floor.
(Aphi's
POV)
In late February Voldemort was becoming more and
more active, it was because of this that I decided that he might have had some
thing to do with my attack in the woods. A few days after my release from the
hospital wing he killed four muggle teenagers that were walking down a deserted
ally-way, bullying a poor little kid.
One of the teenagers that died was Dudley Dursley.
Dumbledore told Harry about it, right after he
received word. Harry took it pretty well (Gee, I wonder why?). I mean, he
wasn't distraught with sorrow or anything, but I guess he felt sort of sorry
for his aunt and uncle. I guess I felt sort of sorry too, but considering I'd
never formally met him (a good thing, according to Harry) I couldn't feel too
bad. Harry was written to by his aunt and uncle. He was expected to return home
for the funeral, but he didn't. He couldn't. We had to study for the N.E.W.T's
that were coming up in a few months. Mom couldn't go either, but she sent her
condolences. Petunia and Vernon had been told how he died, and now possessed an
even more burning hatred for witches and wizards. The muggles had been told
that he died from being excessively over weight. They now possessed a stronger
feeling that Dudley was too fat, and that Vernon and Petunia should have done
something about it sooner.
"I wonder why Voldemort killed Dudley of all
people?" Harry asked himself.
"Probably to get to you?" said Ron.
"Ron," Jamie looked up. "Voldemort might not be the
sanest crayon in the box, but he's not the dullest one either. He knows that
killing Dudley wasn't gong to make Harry go insane with rage, and want to go
out and find Voldemort, and try and kill him. If anything, he killed Dudley and
his friends because, one; they saw something in that ally-way that he didn't
want them to see, or two; he needed some target practice with his
unforgivables, and they were the closest targets."
"More likely number one." Said Hermione. "Maybe
they saw someone disappearing into a wall or something
"So then why did he attack me in the forest?" I
immediately slapped my hand over my mouth. They weren't supposed to know that
that was what I suspected.
"What did you say?" asked Hermione seriously.
"Just a thought." I muttered.
"You think those werewolves were his?" Ron's eyes
widened.
"Could be." Jamie nodded. "He has werewolves on his
side. "
"Let's just talk about Dudley." I suggested weakly.
"Heck no," said Harry. "This is much more
interesting."
"Go over exactly what happened. Detail by detail."
Hermione took out a quill and parchment.
"How's this gonna help?" I asked annoyed.
"Hey," said Jamie. "You're the one who kept saying
that you hadn't been bitten. Maybe you haven't."
"Don't get my hopes up."
"Just start talking." Insisted Hermione.
I retold every thing that had happened that night,
over and over again until Hermione was satisfied that she had enough
information. Then she went up in to the dorm and stayed there. I guess she had
her nose buried in some sort of big book, hoping to find some solution. We
waited for her, for about twenty minutes, but then we decided that she wasn't
coming back, so we all left in our separate directions. I left with Jamie,
Harry left with Ron.
Jamie and I planted some bombs in hallways and
classrooms. Then we messed around with Professor Binns' encyclopedias (that
gets him really ticked off). Then Professor McGonagall caught us, and gave us
three detentions. Jamie was a giggling mess when we were done, but I wasn't
really having a lot of fun. Jamie noticed.
"What's with you?" she asked me.
"Ugh," I groaned. "Dudley ruined my day."
"How so?" she raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know. It's just he's dead and, so now I
feel bad even though I didn't know him."
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Listen, according to Harry,
he was a fat, bastard like, pig. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think he
deserved to die, but you don't see me all down in the dumps about some one I
didn't even know."
I grinned. "You're right, I mean Harry doesn't even
look like he cares."
"Good," said Jamie. "Now
come on. I see an entrance to the Slytherin common rooms that have our names
written all over it."
Hermione
decided not to come to dinner that night. Jamie and I went up to get her, but
she said that she wasn't done with what she was doing. So we had dinner with
out her. After dinner she finally decided to come downstairs. Though it would
have been better if she had been comprehendible.
"Loophole!" She yelled when she ran down stairs
from our room. the whole common room looked at her.
"Loophole!" she said more quietly to Jamie, Ron,
Harry, and I.
"What?" I asked.
"Loophole. Have to find your parents." She gasped.
"Use complete sentences." Harry suggested.
"Ok," she took a breath. "In this book." She
pointed to a think book she was holding. "I was reading about werewolf bites
and transformations."
"Right." Ron prompted.
"Well, Aphi kept saying that she wasn't bitten,
only scratched by one tooth. Here it says that for a person to become a full
werewolf Saliva has to enter the body of the victim. Read right here."
She handed me the book and I read the print.
The theory on werewolf transformations is that for
the person to become a werewolf, salvia from the attacking wolf's body has to
enter the victims body. This must happen in order for the person to become a
full werewolf. If the person escapes with a scratch and no saliva enters the
cut that person will either become only a regular wolf on full moons, be very
weak and vulnerable on the night of the full moon, or they will only obtain
some characteristics of a wolf on the full moon (fur, tail, eye color might
change, etc.). And for these people the same thing might not happen every week;
one week they'll be a wolf, the next have amber eyes, and so on.
"Is this true?" I asked amazed.
"This is a pretty well renowned book, so I'm
assuming yes. But I'd like to ask Saraan, seeing as she's a scientist."
"So I might be off the hook?" I grinned.
"Maybe. It's a pretty slim chance though. But you
said you're sure that it was only a scratch."
"Yeah." I said. "I rolled out of the way before it
could maul me; I didn't get wet at all."
"I'm going to go talk to
Saraan, and see what she has to say about this. I'll be back soon." Hermione
took her book and climbed through the portrait hole.
We
didn't see Hermione again for another two hours, but I guess when two minds
like Hermione's and Saraan's get together there's no stopping them. Finally we
all got to impatient to wait any longer, and we went to find Saraan's room to
see if they were there. We knocked four times before someone came to answer.
Hermione swung the door open with a free hand.
"Are you quite done?" I asked her.
"Almost." Called Saraan from inside. "You can come
in if you want."
Hermione moved aside to let us all troop through
into the room. There books, upon, books piled on top of the bed. Saraan and
Hermione had obviously been sitting on the floor reading, and researching.
"So have you um, discovered anything yet?" Jamie
asked tentatively.
"I can't believe I missed that." Saraan shook her
head. "The saliva theory is true. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it
sooner."
"We thought of a way to test it though." Said
Hermione. She pulled a piece of plant out of her pocket. "Take this Aphi."
I stepped forward and took the plant out of her
hand. It burned slightly but not much. "What is it?"
"It's a sprig of wolfsbane." Saraan wrote something
down. "Is it hurting?"
"It's burning a little; it burns a little more
every second I hold it. But it's not like it's unbearable or anything." I said.
"What's all this mean?"
"I think it means that you are not a full
werewolf." Jamie decided to take a stab at it.
"That works for me." I said happily, as I let go of
the wolfsbane.
"Put that out the window please." Saraan muttered
from her paper. "Rem will be coming in soon."
Ron picked up the plant and bought it over to the
open window. He dropped it onto the ground below. Saraan seemed to be more
involved with her notes now, so we decided to leave.
"I'm gonna go get dad." I said.
As I was about to close the door there was a clunk
on the floor behind us. We turned around to look. Saraan had dropped her book
and was grinning slightly.
"Maybe you should get
Madam Pomfrey instead." She suggested. "I think it's time."
At 3:56 PM on February 23, 2001, after 12 hrs of
labor on Saraan's part, and 7 ½ hours of nervous pacing on Remus's part, Serena
and Virgil Lupin were born. After we ran to get Madam Pomfrey and bought her
back to Saraan's room she kicked us out, telling us to go find Remus. We looked
all over the castle, and finally in Hogsmead. He was in the local bookstore.
When we told him he practically dragged us back up to Hogwarts. Then Madam
Pomfrey yelled us at for taking so long. Dad covered for Remus in D.A.D.A on
the 23rd because Remus was still pacing in front of Saraan's room.
Harry, Ron, Jamie, Hermione, and I had gone back to the Gryffindor tower the
night before and went to classes as usual (In D.A.D.A we learned the perfect
ways to torture the Slytherins). We didn't get to see the two (we didn't even
know they were two) newborns until that night, and we had to sneak in to even
do that. Saraan welcomed us with open arms, Madam Pomfrey did not.
"She's still weak, and doesn't need distraction."
Insisted Madam Pomfrey.
"I'm not weak, and I could do with a little
distraction. You wouldn't even let Rem in at first."
So Madam Pomfrey relented and let us in.
"Why are there two cribs?" asked Ron.
"Serena's in one, and Virgil's in the other." Said
Saraan from her bed. "They're twins."
"They're so cute!" Squealed Jamie and Hermione
together.
"He'll be good at quidditch, I can tell." Said
Harry.
"Harry," I laughed. "One that's Serena, and two is
that all you can think of, Quidditch?"
"Shh!" hissed Madam Pomfrey. "We just got them down
to sleep."
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(A/n- There cannot be anyone out there that does
not like babies! Oh well anyway has anyone seen 'Down To Earth'? OMG it's
soooooooooooo funny. Chris Rock is hilarious! It's a must see, so I end my
authors note with this quote…'first I get hit by a truck, then I get placed in
some jacked up body, then I get shot, now you want my soul? What are you? The
Blair Witch?'- Chris Rock, Down To Earth.)
Chapter?:
Permanent and Final Show Down
N.E.W.T's week was in late May. It was grueling
hard work, even harder for me, because I had to take one day of it with amber glowing
eyes, and a stub of a tail. (Fred and George offered to send us answer sheets,
but we declined). The hardest one was History of Magic but this was because I
had never stayed awake in the class to learn anything, so I hadn't known what
to study, but we won't go into that. At the end they added an extra test as an
'experiment'. It was just a whole bunch of miscellaneous stuff that they had
assumed we'd picked up over the years; some of it we had, and some of it we
hadn't. When the tests were over we had to wait two weeks before we received
our scores. Hermione got top scores, but the rest of ours weren't bad either.
In-fact they were so un-bad we decided to have a celebratory picnic out side,
no adults allowed. But we did take Virgil and Serena of Remus and Saraan's
hands. They came out with us, under the calm willow in the back of the school.
They ate baby mush (and some grass), and we at candy and chicken stolen from
the kitchens.
"This is the life." Sighed Ron, lying back on our
blanket.
"What're you gonna do when you have to roll up your
sleeves and work?" I asked sarcastically.
"Work?" he grinned. "Nope, Harry and I have this
all planed out. He's going to be a quidditch star and I'm going to be his
agent/manager."
Hermione, Jamie, and I looked at each other and
rolled our eyes.
"It'll work, we swear." Harry smiled. " Hey get off
of that!" He took his wand out of Virgil's mouth. "I know one thing, I don't
want kids!"
We all laughed. "You have to admit, they are cute."
Said Jamie.
I looked up into the sky, clouds were moving
quickly. "I think it might storm." I commented.
"We'd better pack up." Jamie picked up the basket.
"I'll take the cute ones."
"Cute. such a…" a voice started to speak. "A nasty
word."
All of us looked around, our senses alert.
"What on earth was that?" whispered Hermione.
"Jamie," I muttered. "Take the kids and run! Give
them to their parents and then go get Dumbledore."
Jamie looked into my eyes, and then didn't question
me. She grabbed the babies and ran around a secret passage we'd discovered, and
went into the school.
"Why did you tell her to leave?" hissed Harry.
"The prophecy said we should do this by our
selves." I said to him, but then to the air, "You can come out now, you little
bastard snake."
"Mustn't use such language Miss. Black."
"Oh get off it." Shouted Harry. "Come out and
fight."
"Follow me." I mumbled. Then I transformed. I used
my nose to lead me to the source of the voice. It was just behind a clump of
bushes. But no one was there.
"Aphi were is he?" asked Ron.
I suddenly smelled something strong. I transformed
quickly.
"Hermione duck!" I yelled.
She did just in time, or she might have been with
out a head. Voldemort disappeared once more.
"Ask a stupid question you get a stupid answer."
Hermione looked at Ron.
"Stop fighting and look around!" I instructed.
They did, but we still saw nothing. Hermione smiled
suddenly, and used an illusion. The illusion stood still unharmed for only
thirty seconds when Voldemort reappeared again, and killed it off. This time he
stayed visible.
"Ever since you became involved in this Miss. Black
I've seen more than I like of this school, and if you don't defeat me it will
be destroyed." He said in his slithery voice.
"Now it's personal." Harry smiled a 'devil may care
smile', and winked. He waved his wand and a large birdbath flew and knocked
Voldemort off of his feet.
"You'll pay for that." Voldemort screamed in rage.
He jumped up, his red eyes glowing.
"Crucio!" he yelled. His wand was pointed at
nothing. He was to distracted to see where he was pointing.
I decided to let Ron take care of that, because I
had an idea. I scrambled over to the willow where our picnic blanket was laying
on the ground. I grabbed it then started to climb the willow. Voldemort
couldn't do anything be cause he was dealing with 20 or so Hermione's and
various trees and bird-bathes flying at him. When I was high enough in the tree
I positioned my self right over the fight. Then I did something very stupid.
"Geranamo!" I called.
Every one, even Voldemort, looked up. I came down
right on Voldemort's head. He bent over in surprise. I used his back as a
springboard and flipped off, leaving the blanket to cover his head. Voldemort's
wand was knocked out of his hand. Ron grabbed it and snapped it in half. We
waited for a rebuttal from Voldemort, but there was none. In fact he wasn't
moving at all.
"Aphi!!" said Hermione in alarm. "I think you broke
his back!"
"That was the point of using his back as a
spring-board. I figured that since he is 70 something and pushing 80 that he
had to have a weak spot, so I aimed for the back. I didn't think it would be
that easy though."
"It wasn't!" Yelled a voice from behind.
We whirled around. "That whole thing was an
illusion!!" Said the real Voldemort.
"You son of a bitch! Die!" I looked at Hermione.
"Hermione, go for the neck."
She smiled, and nodded.
"So pitiful." Said Voldemort looking at Harry and
Ron. "Two of you don't even know what you're doing."
"Hermione go!"
"Minorisha!" she yelled.
Voldemort went from being three heads taller that
me, to no heads taller than me. I was ready. In less than 10 seconds I had
Voldemort under my total control. I had cut of the flow of blood to his brain. (A/n-
no matter how funny that sounds or looks on TV (mainly Xena) it is a very
dangerous thing to do, and I would not recommend doing it. Once when I was in
fourth grade, (when Xena was the cool thing to watch. It still is!) this girl
did it to another kid, and that kid almost died!. They only thought that they
were playing but it really worked. Luckily there was a kid who saved the other
kid (he didn't know what he was doing either, but it still worked!) Anyway,
what I'm trying to say is… NEVER CUT OF THE FLOW OF BLOOD TO SOMEONE'S
BRAIN!!!)
I pushed the pressure points on his neck, and luckily
for me they stayed pressed.
"What did you do now?" asked Harry. "Break his
neck?"
I pressed another point and then hit the back of
his neck. "Now his neck is broken. The flow of blood to his brain is also cut
off. No matter how snake like he is this will kill him. Every animal has
pressure points, and if you know what you're doing you can use them to you're
advantage. His were especially easy to find, with all those big veins sticking
out of his neck. He's out of commission now."
We all looked at Voldemort. His eyes were rolling
up-ward and his nose was bloody.
"Ten secs." I said. "Then he'll be dead."
"What's taking Jamie so long?" asked Harry.
"Here she comes!" said Ron. He pointed to a small
crowd, getting closer and closer.
Jamie was with them and ran up to us to get a
better look.
"What'd you do to him?" she gushed.
"Broke his neck." I said shortly. "And what took
you so long?"
"Snape." She shook her head. "He claimed there was
some ruled about babies being in the hallways with out a supervising person. He
said that I wasn't smart enough to be that supervising person." She looked back
at Voldemort. "So he's gone right?"
"Gone, and gone for good."
THE END
"Dean!" I called. "Dean come here."
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Then the
door of my study opened.
"What is it Aphi?" He asked.
"It's done." I grinned.
"Finally." He said. "I thought you'd die working on
that thing."
"Nope. It's finally finished."
"So will come down stairs now?" he asked me. "Remus
and Saraan just go here, and your parents and Cass have been here for over
thirty minutes. Maxis will be coming soon too, as well as Harry, Ron, and
Hermione."
You guys out there are a bit confused I bet. Well
here's a quick synopsis of my life after Hogwarts: We'd graduated 5 years ago.
Dean and I were married 2 years ago. The year after we graduated I got a little
sis named Cass, short for Cassiopeia (I think mom and dad got bored when I left
Hogwarts). She's about four now. Serena and Virgil are five-year-old terrors
and they have a three-year-old sister named Magda. Maxis is still single and
happy about it. Ron and Hermione are seeing each; they have no definite plans
yet. Harry is single and not so happy about it, but doesn't brood on the
subject. Jamie is also single and not happy. (We keep trying to set Harry and
Jamie up, but they just aren't interested.). Dean and I chose to live in Paris, France, but will be sending any
future kids to Hogwarts (dad says that they must go to Hogwarts). Remus
and Saraan live in Hogsmead. Dad, mom, and Cass live almost everywhere (I'll
bet our family even has a manor in the south pole.), Harry, Jamie, Ron, and
Hermione all live in apartments in Diagon ally. Harry actually does play
quidditch for England now, and Ron is his agent/manager but they both
also do auror work for the ministry, but that business went way down after we
got rid of Voldie. Jamie and Hermione work for Gringots, and they both love it.
I still have Blaze, my pegasus, I usually let the
little kids ride him though (I never did find out the source of those notes,
though I suspect that it was Dean).
Oh and, that thing I just finished, that was my
autobiography. It's not for sale, just for future generations of Blacks who
want to know some thing. It's 178 pages long and took me a good two years to
write, and I haven't even revised it yet.
So that's basically our lives today. This new
generation of marauders, hmm, who knows what'll happen to them, or what terrors
they'll have to face. Maybe when they're all grown up they'll document their
lives.
(A/n- IT'S DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Can
you believe it? It's actually freakin' done!!! It is exactly 12:09 am and 9 seconds, and I'm done! So should I do a
story about these new little marauders? No probably not, it'd be too cliché
right? Oh well, let me know. Meanwhile I guess I'll actually give Lily a life,
maybe finish those half empty stories about her. And then of course there's
poor Kit in my X-men series that I've been neglecting to write about, and I
have to be so careful with her too, because she's threatened to burn down my
bed room twice. And I guess I could do something, um, original. I also
have that poor gang from Big Wolf On Campus stuck in the Harry Potter world in
another story. I suppose I could be nice and write them a way out of it before
Merton goes insane. Lets see, anything else? Oh yeah, I've been working on my
own AU story with a friend Mini_Merc (read her filks). I also have my own filks
that I guess I could post. As you can see I have a very busy writing schedule
to fix *author sighs* Well I'd better go work on it now, bye and toodles.
You'll hear from me soon.)
Your faithful writing friend,
-Kendra
Black (aka- Aphi Black, aka-Rouge, aka-Jean
Grey, aka-Shadowcat, aka- Kit Jackson.)