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Chapter 10
Padfoot walked back to the castle. Mary was waiting at the door for him. "I had just about given up on you, little one!" Mary said. "What would you like for breakfast? Fish or beef?" Padfoot barked at the latter. Mary laughed. "A body would think that you could understand me! Now, you be a good doggie, and eat your breakfast while I take some tea to the master and give him Miss Violet's message."
Padfoot sniffed mournfully at the plate of roast beef that Mary had laid at his feet. With one last glance he followed Mary to the door. "Not hungry, are you? Well, I'll have Kiki put your plate up for later." She gestured to the house elf who scurried over and picked up his plate. Padfoot gazed sadly at the retreating house elf's back. Breakfast would have to wait.
Padfoot followed Mary out of the kitchen and down a dark hallway. At the end they entered through a thick wooden door and into a dimly lit study. There were thousands of books. Several of them were so old that the binding was falling off. In front of a large ominous fireplace was a huge leather red armchair facing away from them. Padfoot presumed that was where Tom was.
"Sir?" Mary began. "Miss Violet wanted me to tell you that she wishes to have breakfast with you this morning if you are not too busy. She has plans about the wedding that she would like to discuss with you."
"Tell her that I cannot make it to breakfast with her, unfortunately," Padfoot's eyes widened as he recognized the voice. *That's Voldemort!!* "Tell me Mary, Is Violet still having those nightmares?"
"Yes, sir," Mary answered. Sirius realized that Mary either didn't realize who she was speaking with, or that she was under some sort of spell as well. "She says that she cannot remember them, however. Just the feelings that she gets from them."
"What feelings are those?" Voldemort rose from his chair to look at Mary as Padfoot ducked behind a black velvet settee. He didn't want the dark lord to see him and grow suspicious.
"Well, sir," Mary became a little uncomfortable under her master's steady gaze. "She says that she can't put the feelings into words, but I have noticed, however, that sometimes when she wakes up, she seems very content and comfortable until she realizes where she is. Other times she seems to be relieved to wake up here.
Voldemort pondered this for a while. "I see. Well, Mary, would you please tell Violet that I'll be out of town for the next few days. I'll be back on Saturday." Voldemort turned to sit back down in his chair. "Oh, and tell her that whatever she decides for the wedding will be fine by me." He waved Mary away and sat back down in his armchair. Padfoot ran out the door with Mary while Voldemort thought about what Mary had told him about Violet's dreams. *I wonder why her dreams vary so much? I'll have to go and see Andrew on my trip. I can't let her memory return before the wedding. Maybe Andrew will have some advice on how to plump up the memory charm that I gave her.* Voldemort laughed to himself. *If the Ministry of Magic only knew that their foremost expert on memory charms is in league with me!*
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*I have got to get to James and Remus!* thought Padfoot. *This may be the chance we've been waiting for to get Lily out of here!* Padfoot trotted alongside Mary as she headed back to the kitchen to order a solitary breakfast for Violet. Padfoot ran to the kitchen door. He jumped upon it, and began scratching frantically. "I take it that you have to go outside. Well, keep your pants on!" Mary laughed at her own joke as she opened up the door to let Padfoot out. "Lunch is in an hour, Snuffles!" Mary yelled after Padfoot who was sprinting up the mountain path. "I wonder where he goes every time he leaves here." Mary said to no one in particular. While Mary was pondering this, Padfoot was almost upon the Marauder's camp.
Remus and James were each eating a handful of trail mix when Padfoot found them. He transformed himself into Sirius quickly and sat down nest to Remus. He snagged a couple of raisins from Remus and told them about Tom being Voldemort, and how he would be out of town for the next few days. "I have a plan, guys, but we don't have much time."
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Mary walked into Violet's sitting room with a covered tray. "I'm sorry, miss, but the master won't be able to join you for breakfast. In fact, he wanted me to tell you that he was going out of town for the next few days, and won't be back until Saturday." Mary sat the tray down on the table. "He also said that he left the wedding preparations up to you." Mary looked at Violet's dejected face. "Oh, don't worry, dear. I'll still be here to keep you company."
"Thank you, Mary," Violet smiled for her maid's sake. "Where's Snuffles?"
"Oh, I let him out," Mary laughed. "To do his manly business. You know, I believe that he has a girlfriend! He keeps taking off towards the mountain."
Violet grinned at the prospect of love blooming for the black dog. "I suppose love is in the air. After breakfast, I believe that I will go look for him. And explore the grounds a bit."
"All right, miss. I'll go and see if Snuffles is back." Mary left the room.
Violet finished her breakfast, and got up to go downstairs. Not finding Snuffles, she left through the kitchen door, and walked out through the herb garden. She came to a fork into two paths. *I wonder which path he takes.* She took the one that went to the left, and after a while, she came upon a cemetery. *Oh, it would be so lovely if someone took care of this place.* She walked over to a bench and a feeling of tiredness swept over her. *I wonder why I feel so tired all the time.* She sat down on it, and leaned against a tree. She was asleep in no time.
Lost in a fog, she looked all around her. There was a girl there with unbelievably long hair. The girl looked so familiar! I know her, who is she? The girl looked up at her with such a sad expression that she was taken aback.
"What's the matter?" She asked the girl. She seemed surprised that her voice worked here. Her other dreams did not allow for her have any control over her actions.
"Lily, you must listen to me." The girl began. "Do you remember me?"
"Why do you call me Lily? That's not my name." She replied. "I remember you, but I don't know who you are."
"I call you Lily, because that's your name. My name is Christina, I was a friend at school with you." Christina looked at her sadly again. "You must listen to me. You are under a spell. I'm here to make you remember. You must remember. You are in terrible danger where you are right now."
"My name's Lily? That sounds strange, but it must be right." Lily sat, and listened as Christina went on.
"You were my best friend at Hogwart's Academy for Wizards and Witches. I was killed in September," A tear welled up in Christina's eyes. "I was killed protecting you. If you don't remember, and let the horrible thing that I died to protect you from happen, I'll be lost in eternity. Never to join my parents in the hereafter. Please don't let that happen. The dreams that you have been having, they are memories of your real life! Don't you feel as though something is missing? That love, true love, isn't with you in the life you are leading now?"
"But I have true love!" Lily began. "I'm in love with… in love with…"
"With who, Lily?" Christina said angrily. "With Tom?"
"Yess…" Lily began.
"Or with James?" Christina queried.
"James," Lily's eyes were misty when she spoke the word. "I know that name. How?"
"He's your true love, Lily. James. Not Tom. Tom is the Dark Lord Voldemort. He wants to marry you so that you will bear him an heir. After you have his child, he is going to kill you." Christina looked up, over her shoulder. "My time here is up now. Please, hurry! YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF THAT CASTLE! One more thing, follow the white stag. He will take you somewhere safe. Goodbye, Lily. Don't let my death be in vain. I miss my parents so much! Be careful!"
Lily woke out of her deep sleep. Her memory had returned. She was sitting on a bench in the cemetery. She looked up. In front of her was a white stag.
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Chapter 10
Padfoot walked back to the castle. Mary was waiting at the door for him. "I had just about given up on you, little one!" Mary said. "What would you like for breakfast? Fish or beef?" Padfoot barked at the latter. Mary laughed. "A body would think that you could understand me! Now, you be a good doggie, and eat your breakfast while I take some tea to the master and give him Miss Violet's message."
Padfoot sniffed mournfully at the plate of roast beef that Mary had laid at his feet. With one last glance he followed Mary to the door. "Not hungry, are you? Well, I'll have Kiki put your plate up for later." She gestured to the house elf who scurried over and picked up his plate. Padfoot gazed sadly at the retreating house elf's back. Breakfast would have to wait.
Padfoot followed Mary out of the kitchen and down a dark hallway. At the end they entered through a thick wooden door and into a dimly lit study. There were thousands of books. Several of them were so old that the binding was falling off. In front of a large ominous fireplace was a huge leather red armchair facing away from them. Padfoot presumed that was where Tom was.
"Sir?" Mary began. "Miss Violet wanted me to tell you that she wishes to have breakfast with you this morning if you are not too busy. She has plans about the wedding that she would like to discuss with you."
"Tell her that I cannot make it to breakfast with her, unfortunately," Padfoot's eyes widened as he recognized the voice. *That's Voldemort!!* "Tell me Mary, Is Violet still having those nightmares?"
"Yes, sir," Mary answered. Sirius realized that Mary either didn't realize who she was speaking with, or that she was under some sort of spell as well. "She says that she cannot remember them, however. Just the feelings that she gets from them."
"What feelings are those?" Voldemort rose from his chair to look at Mary as Padfoot ducked behind a black velvet settee. He didn't want the dark lord to see him and grow suspicious.
"Well, sir," Mary became a little uncomfortable under her master's steady gaze. "She says that she can't put the feelings into words, but I have noticed, however, that sometimes when she wakes up, she seems very content and comfortable until she realizes where she is. Other times she seems to be relieved to wake up here.
Voldemort pondered this for a while. "I see. Well, Mary, would you please tell Violet that I'll be out of town for the next few days. I'll be back on Saturday." Voldemort turned to sit back down in his chair. "Oh, and tell her that whatever she decides for the wedding will be fine by me." He waved Mary away and sat back down in his armchair. Padfoot ran out the door with Mary while Voldemort thought about what Mary had told him about Violet's dreams. *I wonder why her dreams vary so much? I'll have to go and see Andrew on my trip. I can't let her memory return before the wedding. Maybe Andrew will have some advice on how to plump up the memory charm that I gave her.* Voldemort laughed to himself. *If the Ministry of Magic only knew that their foremost expert on memory charms is in league with me!*
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*I have got to get to James and Remus!* thought Padfoot. *This may be the chance we've been waiting for to get Lily out of here!* Padfoot trotted alongside Mary as she headed back to the kitchen to order a solitary breakfast for Violet. Padfoot ran to the kitchen door. He jumped upon it, and began scratching frantically. "I take it that you have to go outside. Well, keep your pants on!" Mary laughed at her own joke as she opened up the door to let Padfoot out. "Lunch is in an hour, Snuffles!" Mary yelled after Padfoot who was sprinting up the mountain path. "I wonder where he goes every time he leaves here." Mary said to no one in particular. While Mary was pondering this, Padfoot was almost upon the Marauder's camp.
Remus and James were each eating a handful of trail mix when Padfoot found them. He transformed himself into Sirius quickly and sat down nest to Remus. He snagged a couple of raisins from Remus and told them about Tom being Voldemort, and how he would be out of town for the next few days. "I have a plan, guys, but we don't have much time."
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Mary walked into Violet's sitting room with a covered tray. "I'm sorry, miss, but the master won't be able to join you for breakfast. In fact, he wanted me to tell you that he was going out of town for the next few days, and won't be back until Saturday." Mary sat the tray down on the table. "He also said that he left the wedding preparations up to you." Mary looked at Violet's dejected face. "Oh, don't worry, dear. I'll still be here to keep you company."
"Thank you, Mary," Violet smiled for her maid's sake. "Where's Snuffles?"
"Oh, I let him out," Mary laughed. "To do his manly business. You know, I believe that he has a girlfriend! He keeps taking off towards the mountain."
Violet grinned at the prospect of love blooming for the black dog. "I suppose love is in the air. After breakfast, I believe that I will go look for him. And explore the grounds a bit."
"All right, miss. I'll go and see if Snuffles is back." Mary left the room.
Violet finished her breakfast, and got up to go downstairs. Not finding Snuffles, she left through the kitchen door, and walked out through the herb garden. She came to a fork into two paths. *I wonder which path he takes.* She took the one that went to the left, and after a while, she came upon a cemetery. *Oh, it would be so lovely if someone took care of this place.* She walked over to a bench and a feeling of tiredness swept over her. *I wonder why I feel so tired all the time.* She sat down on it, and leaned against a tree. She was asleep in no time.
Lost in a fog, she looked all around her. There was a girl there with unbelievably long hair. The girl looked so familiar! I know her, who is she? The girl looked up at her with such a sad expression that she was taken aback.
"What's the matter?" She asked the girl. She seemed surprised that her voice worked here. Her other dreams did not allow for her have any control over her actions.
"Lily, you must listen to me." The girl began. "Do you remember me?"
"Why do you call me Lily? That's not my name." She replied. "I remember you, but I don't know who you are."
"I call you Lily, because that's your name. My name is Christina, I was a friend at school with you." Christina looked at her sadly again. "You must listen to me. You are under a spell. I'm here to make you remember. You must remember. You are in terrible danger where you are right now."
"My name's Lily? That sounds strange, but it must be right." Lily sat, and listened as Christina went on.
"You were my best friend at Hogwart's Academy for Wizards and Witches. I was killed in September," A tear welled up in Christina's eyes. "I was killed protecting you. If you don't remember, and let the horrible thing that I died to protect you from happen, I'll be lost in eternity. Never to join my parents in the hereafter. Please don't let that happen. The dreams that you have been having, they are memories of your real life! Don't you feel as though something is missing? That love, true love, isn't with you in the life you are leading now?"
"But I have true love!" Lily began. "I'm in love with… in love with…"
"With who, Lily?" Christina said angrily. "With Tom?"
"Yess…" Lily began.
"Or with James?" Christina queried.
"James," Lily's eyes were misty when she spoke the word. "I know that name. How?"
"He's your true love, Lily. James. Not Tom. Tom is the Dark Lord Voldemort. He wants to marry you so that you will bear him an heir. After you have his child, he is going to kill you." Christina looked up, over her shoulder. "My time here is up now. Please, hurry! YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF THAT CASTLE! One more thing, follow the white stag. He will take you somewhere safe. Goodbye, Lily. Don't let my death be in vain. I miss my parents so much! Be careful!"
Lily woke out of her deep sleep. Her memory had returned. She was sitting on a bench in the cemetery. She looked up. In front of her was a white stag.
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