Untitled Ch. 1: What if...
"Lily, take Harry and run!" A man with wild black hair stared in horror at the cloacked figure before him.
"No James! We have to fight together," a woman with fiery red hair yelled back, tears gathering in her eyes.
"Lily go! I'll take care of this! Just take Harry and run!" James screamed again. The cloaked figure cackled, his eyes dancing with amusement at the tears and pain.
"Only delaying the inevitable for your son and wife. How very... touchingly brave and yet... stupid."
"Your life ends here, Voldemort!" James said. "Lily leave now!"
"No! We are strong together, remember what Sybil said!" Staring at his wife, James nodded. Pointing his wand at Voldemort, he yelled out,
"Stupefy!" Jumping to the side, Voldemort dodged the spell.
"Crucio!" Keeling over, James whimpered in pain. Lily finished waving her wand in a series of complex motions.
"Cilenga!" A glowing white form slipped from the end of her wand, encompassing Voldemort. Losing his concentration, the spell over James broke. Crying out in pain, Voldemort lashed out against the glowing white woman, wings adorning her.
"Stupefy!" James cried out. Voldemort fell to the ground, unmoving. The white form hung over his body, never taking her eyes from him. Hugging each other and Harry, the Potters barely took notice of the Ministry Aurors swarming around Voldemort. A dementor sifted out of the darkness, plucking Voldemort off the ground. Harry wailed as the dementor lowered it's hood and Kissed Voldemort. The earth sighed, the Aurors cheered, the glowing white woman smiled, disappearing in a puff of white smoke.
"He's dead!" A man yelled out. "He-who-must-not-be-named is truly gone!"
* * *
The Potters were widely known and thanked for all they had done. Grateful people sang their graces for all the lives they had surely saved. Death Eaters were captured and sent to Azkaban as soon as they were caught. Giving the caught Death Eaters a drop of a powerful truth potion, to decide just who was a Death Eater.
"Did you see the paper today, James?" Lily asked, dropping the paper on the table before sitting, a cup of coffee in her hand.
"No, but I guess I'm going to."
Five More Death Eaters
Sentenced to Axkaban
The verdict in the case of Lucius Malfoy, wife Narcissa, Robert Parkinson and wife Bethany, and Peter Petegrew came down guilty today. Lucius Malfoy, Peter Petegrew, and Bethany Parkinson will receive the Dementor's Kiss later this evening at a public execution. Narcissa Malfoy and Robert Parkinson received five years in Azkaban and must live as muggles for the rest of their days. Lucius Malfoy, once a governor for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, is responsible for the deaths of ten magical people and 41 muggles. Narcissa was convicted guilty on the killing of one magical person and consorting with You-Know-Who. Bethany Parkinson was charged with six counts murder on magical folk, 24 muggles, and torturing two Aurors. Husband Robert is charged with consorting with the Dark Arts and one case of murder of an Auror. Peter Petegrew guilty of ten muggle deaths, spying, and four counts torture. Bethany leaves behind a son, Andrew (14), and a daughter, Pansy (1). Lucius leaves one son, Draco (1). Petegrew leaves no family.
"I never thought Peter would turn on us," James said softly. Lily took his hand, squeezing it gently.
"It'll be all right James. At least they caught that bastard, Malfoy. The blood of all those people on his hands!" Lily felt tears coursing down her cheeks. "My best friend... he killed Rose, with no mercy, no consideration... no heart, that bloody bastard!" she yelled, slamming her fist down upon the table. James slowly wiped the tears from her eyes. A wail from upstairs alerted them to the fact that Harry was awake and quite hungry.
* * *
Mr. Crouch stood on his podium, watching the three Death Eaters, an insane fire burning in him. Lucius Malfoy caught his gaze, sneering evilly. His silver-blonde hair, pointed face and prominent cheekbones combined with his icy blue eyes cut an imposing figure. Though, being six feet tall did add to it. Bethany Parkinson noticed Lucius' interest and turned, smirking at Mr. Crouch. Her brown, waist length hair was pulled into a no- nonsense braid, bony face giving the impression of a skeleton. Peter Petegrew glanced over at the two, startled by their calmness. Craning his neck, Peter's eyes met Crouch's. A look of horror was transfixed onto his features. His frantic eyes begged for forgiveness. The crowd surrounding the area shifted from foot-to-foot, most happy to see Death Eaters brought to justice. The large, gray room had two exits, one across from Mr. Crouch and one behind him. The high ceiling was old, paint peeling from the corners. The clock hanging above him chimed five o'clock.
"Wizards and witches, today, three hate filled Death Eaters shall receive the Dementor's Kiss. Peter Petegrew, step forward," barked Crouch. Peter threw himself upon the ground infront of the podium, feverishly sobbing.
"Please! Let me live! I swear I'll do anything! I swear! God, it was a mistake! He was too powerful! It was do or die, I swear I didn't enjoy it! Honest! I'm not like those two monsters! I don't deserve to die! He-who-must-not-be-named threatened me! I had no choice! Please forgive me! Ple-" A sharp kick in the side from Bethany halted his pleas, ending Crouch's sudden happiness.
"Traitours scum! The Master never liked you! He should have killed you from the start!" Lucius sneered.
"You killed him. Hard to believe that a speck of dust like you destroyed Him," Bethany spat.
"Silence!" Crouch yelled. "Petegrew, say your final good-byes, and be quick about it."
"Nooo! You can't do this! It's cruel! It's unusual! It's against the Constitution!" Peter yelled, please with himself. Laughter rang from the crowd, Petegrew's smile disappearing.
"The Constitution protects muggles in America!" Crouch said, laughter in his voice. Lifting an arm, the guards nodded and opened the doors across from him. A dementor slid towards the screaming Petegrew. The crowd shifted as the dementor passed them. Lowering it's hood, a the brittle gray skin caught every eye in the room. The hollow eye sockets, replaced instead by skin, faced the quivering man. The lipless mouth, flaps of skin over hanging, shuddered as each breath caressed it. Shifting it's tattered robes, a bony hand, flesh turning black, slipping off, pulled Petegrew up to it's mouth. Petegrew screamed, even as the hollow mouth touched his, only to stop, seconds later. Dropping the body, the dementor slid across the room, standing besides the door it entered through. Two guards hauled Petegrew's soulless body off the ground, depositing it beside the podium. Crouch pleasantly noted the grim looks on Lucius and Bethany.
"Malfoy, Parkinson, as you both have children, and your spouses unfit to parent them, they shall be put in the custody of willing parents. Malfoy, step forward and say your good-byes," Crouch said, trying hard to hide the glee he felt. Lucius stood quiet for a few seconds before stepping forward, looking Crouch straight in the eye.
"I feel no remorse. What I did was only try to purge the world of filth and dirt. Mudbloods deserve what they get. Kill them all I say. I only hope my son learns of their evils." Bethany clapped wildly, the rest of the room silent. The dementor ascended again. Lucius pulled away slightly, his most feared moment replaying in his mind. Sensing the resistance, the Dementor quickly lowered it's head. With a snap, Lucius stopped moving. His body was placed besides Petegrew, both staring forward blankly.
"Parkinson, your turn to say goodbye," Crouch said. He was positively cheery, like a child on his first visit to Disneyland. Slowly Bethany stepped forward.
"Well, I have no great speech about how I was wrong and want forgiveness like the great Petegrew," she spat, sarcasm cutting through the air. "I did nothing wrong. Like Lucius, I simply tried to rid the world of the filth destroying our bloodlines and societies. Only fools allow themselves into being diluted that Mudbloods are worthy of marring witches and wizards. Pity upon fools who think differently." Howls of anger and boos rang out from the crowd. The dementor swiftly descend upon Bethany, draining her soul quickly. As the audience filed out, Crouch smiled happily. After the last few stragglers left, followed by the dementor and the guards, Crouch stepped down from the podium. A movement to the right caught his eye. Mad-Eye Moody pulled an invisibility cloak off himself, revealing three people, the older two each holding a bundle. The only woman had waist length silver blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tears softly stabbing red lines along her smooth pale cheeks. The man besides her, ratty brown hair, a wild beard, looked close to tears, yet was holding himself back. The boy, half-hidden behind the man, appeared to be only 13-years-old. His young brown eyes, over-flowing with tears which slid down his blemished skin, lower lip quivering.
"That's right boy," Crouch said darkly. "Your mother paid for her actions. The Dark Arts never pay. Never." The boy glared at him, defiance in his eyes. "Remember this moment all of you. Burn it into your minds. Narcissa, the day your beloved died. Robert, the day the best friend you ever had died. Andrew, your mothers final hour. And as for young Draco and Pansy," Crouch said, a sweet smile flitting over his features, "your earliest memories shall be of pain and rejection." Moody stifled an outrages sound. "Take them back to Azkaban, but leave the children with the secretary in the front office. She knows what to do." Nodding briskly, Moody led the captives and their children out the doors an down the stairwell.
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A/N: Hope ya like it, this is my newest series, and I'm on the third chapter, so the others will be up if ya want 'em. Please review! It's good karma ~_-!
"Lily, take Harry and run!" A man with wild black hair stared in horror at the cloacked figure before him.
"No James! We have to fight together," a woman with fiery red hair yelled back, tears gathering in her eyes.
"Lily go! I'll take care of this! Just take Harry and run!" James screamed again. The cloaked figure cackled, his eyes dancing with amusement at the tears and pain.
"Only delaying the inevitable for your son and wife. How very... touchingly brave and yet... stupid."
"Your life ends here, Voldemort!" James said. "Lily leave now!"
"No! We are strong together, remember what Sybil said!" Staring at his wife, James nodded. Pointing his wand at Voldemort, he yelled out,
"Stupefy!" Jumping to the side, Voldemort dodged the spell.
"Crucio!" Keeling over, James whimpered in pain. Lily finished waving her wand in a series of complex motions.
"Cilenga!" A glowing white form slipped from the end of her wand, encompassing Voldemort. Losing his concentration, the spell over James broke. Crying out in pain, Voldemort lashed out against the glowing white woman, wings adorning her.
"Stupefy!" James cried out. Voldemort fell to the ground, unmoving. The white form hung over his body, never taking her eyes from him. Hugging each other and Harry, the Potters barely took notice of the Ministry Aurors swarming around Voldemort. A dementor sifted out of the darkness, plucking Voldemort off the ground. Harry wailed as the dementor lowered it's hood and Kissed Voldemort. The earth sighed, the Aurors cheered, the glowing white woman smiled, disappearing in a puff of white smoke.
"He's dead!" A man yelled out. "He-who-must-not-be-named is truly gone!"
* * *
The Potters were widely known and thanked for all they had done. Grateful people sang their graces for all the lives they had surely saved. Death Eaters were captured and sent to Azkaban as soon as they were caught. Giving the caught Death Eaters a drop of a powerful truth potion, to decide just who was a Death Eater.
"Did you see the paper today, James?" Lily asked, dropping the paper on the table before sitting, a cup of coffee in her hand.
"No, but I guess I'm going to."
Five More Death Eaters
Sentenced to Axkaban
The verdict in the case of Lucius Malfoy, wife Narcissa, Robert Parkinson and wife Bethany, and Peter Petegrew came down guilty today. Lucius Malfoy, Peter Petegrew, and Bethany Parkinson will receive the Dementor's Kiss later this evening at a public execution. Narcissa Malfoy and Robert Parkinson received five years in Azkaban and must live as muggles for the rest of their days. Lucius Malfoy, once a governor for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, is responsible for the deaths of ten magical people and 41 muggles. Narcissa was convicted guilty on the killing of one magical person and consorting with You-Know-Who. Bethany Parkinson was charged with six counts murder on magical folk, 24 muggles, and torturing two Aurors. Husband Robert is charged with consorting with the Dark Arts and one case of murder of an Auror. Peter Petegrew guilty of ten muggle deaths, spying, and four counts torture. Bethany leaves behind a son, Andrew (14), and a daughter, Pansy (1). Lucius leaves one son, Draco (1). Petegrew leaves no family.
"I never thought Peter would turn on us," James said softly. Lily took his hand, squeezing it gently.
"It'll be all right James. At least they caught that bastard, Malfoy. The blood of all those people on his hands!" Lily felt tears coursing down her cheeks. "My best friend... he killed Rose, with no mercy, no consideration... no heart, that bloody bastard!" she yelled, slamming her fist down upon the table. James slowly wiped the tears from her eyes. A wail from upstairs alerted them to the fact that Harry was awake and quite hungry.
* * *
Mr. Crouch stood on his podium, watching the three Death Eaters, an insane fire burning in him. Lucius Malfoy caught his gaze, sneering evilly. His silver-blonde hair, pointed face and prominent cheekbones combined with his icy blue eyes cut an imposing figure. Though, being six feet tall did add to it. Bethany Parkinson noticed Lucius' interest and turned, smirking at Mr. Crouch. Her brown, waist length hair was pulled into a no- nonsense braid, bony face giving the impression of a skeleton. Peter Petegrew glanced over at the two, startled by their calmness. Craning his neck, Peter's eyes met Crouch's. A look of horror was transfixed onto his features. His frantic eyes begged for forgiveness. The crowd surrounding the area shifted from foot-to-foot, most happy to see Death Eaters brought to justice. The large, gray room had two exits, one across from Mr. Crouch and one behind him. The high ceiling was old, paint peeling from the corners. The clock hanging above him chimed five o'clock.
"Wizards and witches, today, three hate filled Death Eaters shall receive the Dementor's Kiss. Peter Petegrew, step forward," barked Crouch. Peter threw himself upon the ground infront of the podium, feverishly sobbing.
"Please! Let me live! I swear I'll do anything! I swear! God, it was a mistake! He was too powerful! It was do or die, I swear I didn't enjoy it! Honest! I'm not like those two monsters! I don't deserve to die! He-who-must-not-be-named threatened me! I had no choice! Please forgive me! Ple-" A sharp kick in the side from Bethany halted his pleas, ending Crouch's sudden happiness.
"Traitours scum! The Master never liked you! He should have killed you from the start!" Lucius sneered.
"You killed him. Hard to believe that a speck of dust like you destroyed Him," Bethany spat.
"Silence!" Crouch yelled. "Petegrew, say your final good-byes, and be quick about it."
"Nooo! You can't do this! It's cruel! It's unusual! It's against the Constitution!" Peter yelled, please with himself. Laughter rang from the crowd, Petegrew's smile disappearing.
"The Constitution protects muggles in America!" Crouch said, laughter in his voice. Lifting an arm, the guards nodded and opened the doors across from him. A dementor slid towards the screaming Petegrew. The crowd shifted as the dementor passed them. Lowering it's hood, a the brittle gray skin caught every eye in the room. The hollow eye sockets, replaced instead by skin, faced the quivering man. The lipless mouth, flaps of skin over hanging, shuddered as each breath caressed it. Shifting it's tattered robes, a bony hand, flesh turning black, slipping off, pulled Petegrew up to it's mouth. Petegrew screamed, even as the hollow mouth touched his, only to stop, seconds later. Dropping the body, the dementor slid across the room, standing besides the door it entered through. Two guards hauled Petegrew's soulless body off the ground, depositing it beside the podium. Crouch pleasantly noted the grim looks on Lucius and Bethany.
"Malfoy, Parkinson, as you both have children, and your spouses unfit to parent them, they shall be put in the custody of willing parents. Malfoy, step forward and say your good-byes," Crouch said, trying hard to hide the glee he felt. Lucius stood quiet for a few seconds before stepping forward, looking Crouch straight in the eye.
"I feel no remorse. What I did was only try to purge the world of filth and dirt. Mudbloods deserve what they get. Kill them all I say. I only hope my son learns of their evils." Bethany clapped wildly, the rest of the room silent. The dementor ascended again. Lucius pulled away slightly, his most feared moment replaying in his mind. Sensing the resistance, the Dementor quickly lowered it's head. With a snap, Lucius stopped moving. His body was placed besides Petegrew, both staring forward blankly.
"Parkinson, your turn to say goodbye," Crouch said. He was positively cheery, like a child on his first visit to Disneyland. Slowly Bethany stepped forward.
"Well, I have no great speech about how I was wrong and want forgiveness like the great Petegrew," she spat, sarcasm cutting through the air. "I did nothing wrong. Like Lucius, I simply tried to rid the world of the filth destroying our bloodlines and societies. Only fools allow themselves into being diluted that Mudbloods are worthy of marring witches and wizards. Pity upon fools who think differently." Howls of anger and boos rang out from the crowd. The dementor swiftly descend upon Bethany, draining her soul quickly. As the audience filed out, Crouch smiled happily. After the last few stragglers left, followed by the dementor and the guards, Crouch stepped down from the podium. A movement to the right caught his eye. Mad-Eye Moody pulled an invisibility cloak off himself, revealing three people, the older two each holding a bundle. The only woman had waist length silver blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tears softly stabbing red lines along her smooth pale cheeks. The man besides her, ratty brown hair, a wild beard, looked close to tears, yet was holding himself back. The boy, half-hidden behind the man, appeared to be only 13-years-old. His young brown eyes, over-flowing with tears which slid down his blemished skin, lower lip quivering.
"That's right boy," Crouch said darkly. "Your mother paid for her actions. The Dark Arts never pay. Never." The boy glared at him, defiance in his eyes. "Remember this moment all of you. Burn it into your minds. Narcissa, the day your beloved died. Robert, the day the best friend you ever had died. Andrew, your mothers final hour. And as for young Draco and Pansy," Crouch said, a sweet smile flitting over his features, "your earliest memories shall be of pain and rejection." Moody stifled an outrages sound. "Take them back to Azkaban, but leave the children with the secretary in the front office. She knows what to do." Nodding briskly, Moody led the captives and their children out the doors an down the stairwell.
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A/N: Hope ya like it, this is my newest series, and I'm on the third chapter, so the others will be up if ya want 'em. Please review! It's good karma ~_-!