Untitled Chapter 3: Memories
Adoption Day dawned. over the gray, dirty, Magical London Orphanage. Andrew glared at the window through which sun poured through, forcing him awake. **Adoption day, probably the most incredibly boring day. You just sit around all day and look "adorable" as Mistress is so adamant to repeat,** he thought, angrily. Adoption Day was held once every three months, and nine months in exile hadn't helped him perk up to it. **That whole "protection ward" and "evil warding off charm" things are getting vvvveeeeeerrrrrrryyyyyyy old. Though it is oddly satisfying to watch the other twerps attempts at being adorable.** Climbing out of bed, the sheets twisted, causing Andrew to tumble to the ground in a flurry of muffled curses. A few snickers sounded from bunks around the room. Pulling himself up, Andrew glared at each bunk, daring the occupants to laugh again. In a sour mood, Andrew pulled his clean clothes from the trunk sitting at the foot of the bed. Trudging up towards the showers, his thoughts ran in circles. **What if one of the kids get adopted? What if Mistress makes them leave without me? What if their adoptive parents are some kind of abusers. What if... Man, I really have to stop thinking!** Smacking hand to forehead, he turned down the final hall. It took all his will to stifle a gasp. The usually yellowing and aged tile sparkled a brilliant white. The taps reflected the bright mage-lights which hung from the ceiling. The six showers each had new white curtains, all looking freshly ironed and starched.
"Whoa..."
* * *
"Lucius!!!" The name sounded throughout Azkaban, bouncing off the walls, becoming louder. Many of the still sane occupants and even some of the insane ones plugged their fingers in their ears, in hopes of dulling the noises. Robert Parkinson shuddered uncontrollably upon hearing Narcissa's scream, The four had been close like siblings since Hogwarts. Narcissa and Lucius had been inseperatable, even then. Just as he and Bethany had not been. Narcissa's screams softly slid from his ears, and memories replaced them. Memories of how life used to be.
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"Oh come on you two! I've never known a couple who could snog that much!" Bethany exclaimed, waving her arms around. At sixteen, she still had the deathly thin face. Yet her hair scantly reached her shoulders. Her eyes alive with impatience, the fire of the Slytherin common room adding an eerie glow to them. Robert shrugged noncommittally, knowing any battle concerning Lucius and Narcissa usually ended up in curses being thrown. His short brown hair slid across his forehead, darting into his eyes. Narcissa and Lucius glared at Bethany, angry at her for interrupting them.
"You guys didn't forget about dinner, did you?" Bethany questioned, opting to ignore the glares.
"By the looks of it, they were well into dessert," Robert mumbled.
"Watch it, Robby!" Lucius sneered. Robert just smiled back.
"Well, lets get going. Now that you mention it, I am a bit hungry," Narcissa said, starting for the door.
"But of course, snogging with Lucius burns a hellava lot of calories," Robert whispered to Bethany, who promptly burst into giggles, trying to breath and at the same time follow Narcissa. Lucius grumbled something and pulled Bethany and Robert swiftly along. The three had come up from behind Narcissa. She and Bethany talked about school and fashions, while Lucius and Robert battled over quidittch strategies.
"Sirius get back here!" A female voice screeched. A seventh year with black hair ran full force into Lucius and Robert.
"Oh man, I'm sorry you two! Just need to-" Sirius stopped abruptly, realizing who he had bumped in to. Lucius stood, eyes blazing. Robert helped himself up, staring at Sirius, only vaguely aware that Narcissa and Bethany had come up alongside him. Across from them stood Lily, James, Remus, Sirius.... and Peter. All seventh years, all friends with the little traitor. Robert smirked at Peter, watching the older boy cower. Sirius and Lucius glared at each other, an unspoken hatred. Though only a fifth year, Lucius had over half the school terrified of his name. On the other hands, the other half simply hero worshipped the seventh years before them. Without any words being spoken, Lucius turned, walking swiftly down the corridor to the Great Hall. Robert sneered before turning to do the same. Once clear of the seventh years, Robert grinned to himself. Bethany noticed, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you so happy about?" she questioned. Lucius and Narcissa turned, interest piqued.
"The fact that little Petegrew is going to kill off his little friends has this effect on me," he replied. The other three shared his grin.
"It won't be long before the Master trusts us. Then Petegrew's little edge will mean nothing. We four will be right besides the Master. Forever," Bethany exclaimed, zealously. They all nodded, smiling.
~
"Why can't life be like it was supposed to be?" Robert questioned the wall, before taking his head in his hands. Narcissa's screams ringing in his ears.
* * *
After getting over the shock of the new bathroom long enough to take a shower, Andrew walked back towards his dormitory, bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. **Who'da thought that they'd actually clean the washroom... It's a good thing that they did to, whoever it was.**
"Children, please report to the Common Room now!" The Mistress yelled, her voice amplified with magic. Andrew skipped up the stairs to his dorm, quickly retrieving his book. Trudging back to the common room, he slipped into his usual corner, unoccupied as always. As the Mistress droned on about being "adorable", he flipped to the page he left off on. Words graced the page, pulling him into the scene. The rest of the world disappeared. And for that moment, he was free of worry.
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A/N: Well, this is kind of a filler chapter, I wanted to show how the Death Eaters got along with each other in school.
*Coming up eventually*
-More flashbacks (I love these things!)
-Adoption (sooner or later)
-Crabbe, Goyle, and the other Slytherins
-The Weaslys
Adoption Day dawned. over the gray, dirty, Magical London Orphanage. Andrew glared at the window through which sun poured through, forcing him awake. **Adoption day, probably the most incredibly boring day. You just sit around all day and look "adorable" as Mistress is so adamant to repeat,** he thought, angrily. Adoption Day was held once every three months, and nine months in exile hadn't helped him perk up to it. **That whole "protection ward" and "evil warding off charm" things are getting vvvveeeeeerrrrrrryyyyyyy old. Though it is oddly satisfying to watch the other twerps attempts at being adorable.** Climbing out of bed, the sheets twisted, causing Andrew to tumble to the ground in a flurry of muffled curses. A few snickers sounded from bunks around the room. Pulling himself up, Andrew glared at each bunk, daring the occupants to laugh again. In a sour mood, Andrew pulled his clean clothes from the trunk sitting at the foot of the bed. Trudging up towards the showers, his thoughts ran in circles. **What if one of the kids get adopted? What if Mistress makes them leave without me? What if their adoptive parents are some kind of abusers. What if... Man, I really have to stop thinking!** Smacking hand to forehead, he turned down the final hall. It took all his will to stifle a gasp. The usually yellowing and aged tile sparkled a brilliant white. The taps reflected the bright mage-lights which hung from the ceiling. The six showers each had new white curtains, all looking freshly ironed and starched.
"Whoa..."
* * *
"Lucius!!!" The name sounded throughout Azkaban, bouncing off the walls, becoming louder. Many of the still sane occupants and even some of the insane ones plugged their fingers in their ears, in hopes of dulling the noises. Robert Parkinson shuddered uncontrollably upon hearing Narcissa's scream, The four had been close like siblings since Hogwarts. Narcissa and Lucius had been inseperatable, even then. Just as he and Bethany had not been. Narcissa's screams softly slid from his ears, and memories replaced them. Memories of how life used to be.
~
"Oh come on you two! I've never known a couple who could snog that much!" Bethany exclaimed, waving her arms around. At sixteen, she still had the deathly thin face. Yet her hair scantly reached her shoulders. Her eyes alive with impatience, the fire of the Slytherin common room adding an eerie glow to them. Robert shrugged noncommittally, knowing any battle concerning Lucius and Narcissa usually ended up in curses being thrown. His short brown hair slid across his forehead, darting into his eyes. Narcissa and Lucius glared at Bethany, angry at her for interrupting them.
"You guys didn't forget about dinner, did you?" Bethany questioned, opting to ignore the glares.
"By the looks of it, they were well into dessert," Robert mumbled.
"Watch it, Robby!" Lucius sneered. Robert just smiled back.
"Well, lets get going. Now that you mention it, I am a bit hungry," Narcissa said, starting for the door.
"But of course, snogging with Lucius burns a hellava lot of calories," Robert whispered to Bethany, who promptly burst into giggles, trying to breath and at the same time follow Narcissa. Lucius grumbled something and pulled Bethany and Robert swiftly along. The three had come up from behind Narcissa. She and Bethany talked about school and fashions, while Lucius and Robert battled over quidittch strategies.
"Sirius get back here!" A female voice screeched. A seventh year with black hair ran full force into Lucius and Robert.
"Oh man, I'm sorry you two! Just need to-" Sirius stopped abruptly, realizing who he had bumped in to. Lucius stood, eyes blazing. Robert helped himself up, staring at Sirius, only vaguely aware that Narcissa and Bethany had come up alongside him. Across from them stood Lily, James, Remus, Sirius.... and Peter. All seventh years, all friends with the little traitor. Robert smirked at Peter, watching the older boy cower. Sirius and Lucius glared at each other, an unspoken hatred. Though only a fifth year, Lucius had over half the school terrified of his name. On the other hands, the other half simply hero worshipped the seventh years before them. Without any words being spoken, Lucius turned, walking swiftly down the corridor to the Great Hall. Robert sneered before turning to do the same. Once clear of the seventh years, Robert grinned to himself. Bethany noticed, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you so happy about?" she questioned. Lucius and Narcissa turned, interest piqued.
"The fact that little Petegrew is going to kill off his little friends has this effect on me," he replied. The other three shared his grin.
"It won't be long before the Master trusts us. Then Petegrew's little edge will mean nothing. We four will be right besides the Master. Forever," Bethany exclaimed, zealously. They all nodded, smiling.
~
"Why can't life be like it was supposed to be?" Robert questioned the wall, before taking his head in his hands. Narcissa's screams ringing in his ears.
* * *
After getting over the shock of the new bathroom long enough to take a shower, Andrew walked back towards his dormitory, bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. **Who'da thought that they'd actually clean the washroom... It's a good thing that they did to, whoever it was.**
"Children, please report to the Common Room now!" The Mistress yelled, her voice amplified with magic. Andrew skipped up the stairs to his dorm, quickly retrieving his book. Trudging back to the common room, he slipped into his usual corner, unoccupied as always. As the Mistress droned on about being "adorable", he flipped to the page he left off on. Words graced the page, pulling him into the scene. The rest of the world disappeared. And for that moment, he was free of worry.
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A/N: Well, this is kind of a filler chapter, I wanted to show how the Death Eaters got along with each other in school.
*Coming up eventually*
-More flashbacks (I love these things!)
-Adoption (sooner or later)
-Crabbe, Goyle, and the other Slytherins
-The Weaslys