A/N: Yeah, it's been quite a while that you've heard from me, huh? Yeah, I know. We have descended into evil, people, truely, ultimate evil. Thanks to Missy for being so patient, and Thanks to Wyv, Bel, and Lan for just being cool. And my biggest fans! Umm, thanks again to Missy for the mis-use of her real-life crush.
Laters,
Damy
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Chaos at Hogwarts
Chapter 15: Truth, Lies, and Deception
Lucius and I were making out on the wall opposite them, and Krisstopher was knocked out nearby. Donavin was checking on him.
We're leaning against the wall opposite the cell that Missy and Draco were in, and I could feel their questioning glances on my back. I didn't really care right then, though, because all I was worried about was my man, and waiting until those cheating bastards showed themselves.
Oh, waitaminit... I never mentioned how this happened, did I? Okay... REWIND!!!!!!!
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It had all started, I suppose, with Draco and I having a *slight* going out session about maybe a year ago or so. Long distance, you know, and nothing came out of it. Friends was *much* better. Well, we had talked randomly about well, I'd say guy things, but in a 'girl things' fashion. Meaning we'd talk about guys every now and then. That's what we were doing in front of the picture of the Fat Lady. Did you know that her name is actually Julie? Well, anyways, we were talking about our current boyfriends.
"So, how are things with Harry?"
"Oh, fine. He has *such* a nice ass."
"I know."
His eyebrows raised at me.
"I mean, well, its just something you notice, okay?"
"Okay." he said, sounding skeptical.
"I have Ron anyways!" I said, glowering.
"How are you two doing?"
"Perfectly fine. He *kind of* keeps pushing sex, but I'm not ready."
"Oh, I see."
"What about you and Harry?"
"That's... Not any of your business." he said, grinning.
"Oh, I see. Should I let Mr. Potter know of your scandalous affair?"
"He... He has no reason at all of..."
"Hmm. Somehow I don't believe you."
"Well... I just-"
BAM! We were hit by something with red and blonde hair going about the speed of light.
"Guys, IfoundahairlinecrackanditsadoorandIwannagoinvestigatebecauseI'msoexcited!!!!!"
"What?" Draco and I both asked the now in focus Missy.
"I found a hairline crack in the library corner and its a door actually and i wanna go exploring!!!" she said, squealing.
"Fine, I guess I'll go." Draco said, chivalrously.
I can't let them leave by themselves anywhere, so, I *had* to go.
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"Missy... You didn't say that this was in the restricted area."
She looked at me questioning.
"And you're not going to go?"
Draco and I sighed, as she dragged us into the door.
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"Well, Missy isn't listening to us anymore, so she wouldn't notice if we called her a big fat meanie toot-toot head." I said, frowning.
She just went on humming, dragging us.
"You know, you could at least talk to us." Draco said, annoyed.
Hum, De-Hum-Hum.
"Missy!"
No response.
"Missy!"
No response for him, either.
"Crap, she's gone into deep thoughts mode. Not even an Atom Bomb would snap her out of it."
"Yeah, I've noticed that every now and then."
All of a sudden, I heard a muffled, 'WHUMP!' sound, and Draco was gone from my side.
"Draco?"
No response.
"Draco?" I repeated, a lil scared.
//WHUMP!!//
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I woke up to a dripping sound.
Even the most innocent sounds can be frightening when you are all alone, you know.
Even the cute little squeak of a mouse.
It reminded me of the time that Draco and Missy were attempting to teach me French, and they were talking about the little mouse on the island, saying, 'Au Secour, Au Secour!" Which means, send help, or something like that.
And that thought reminded me of 'Where in the hell am I, and are Draco and Missy okay?'
And, with that thought, I heard a familiar whisper from across the room. Draco was whispering.
"Damy? Where are you?"
"Over here." I managed to say, my limbs stiff as I crawled towards his voice.
We smacked into each other as we both scrabbled in the darkness.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Where's Missy?" I asked, since it was obvious he was up before me.
"Across the hall. I can tell its her. Crap, I think I hear footsteps."
Indeed, he had. Sharp, rapt footsteps as they approached her cell. I could tell that words were exchanged, and then, I heard several more pairs of footsteps walking towards her cell. Lights flared on, and then, I saw Lucius smacking Missy around, and then, he... Oh God, he...
Suffice it to say, rape is horrible, especially to one's best friend, and so, I will not go into detail, because Missy herself had described as much as possible...
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And then, the time came that they dragged me away as Missy started singing. I didn't remember the words, but, the melody of them... And I heard Draco call out to me to go to that place in my head, the castle that he and I built while Missy was being defiled.
But I don't think it will work.
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They don't beat me or anything, which I find is very odd, but they do say ominoius things to me, and then, they set me down in and empty chamber. Completely black except for a small candle, and then, I heard shuffling footsteps moving outside the ring of candle light.
I'm so scared at that moment.
Then, he steps into view.
The Dark Lord.
Not much fanfare, I know.
And then, he walks up to me, conjures a chair, and sits.
"Hello, Damien."
Frightened silence, you know. The kind that humms into your eardrums, making them want to ring, but always stopping at that point.
"Well, have you enjoyed your little visit to the Catacombs?"
"The... the what?" I say, amazed.
"The Catacombs. The place where teachers and students who have no relatives and die get buried. Why, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, the Grey Lady, and The Bloody Baron all reside here."
"Oh." A frightened half-sob.
"Well, have you seen anything unusual?"
"Your henchmen raped Missy." I say, my throat stuck suddenly, at that point where it sticks and unsticks.
"Hmm. She deserved it."
"No she didn't, you scum bag." Weak insult, but somehow it hit home with him.
"Ssss...." he said, inhaling breath sharply. "You shouldn't insult blood relatives."
"What about the Sacksville-Bagginses, and Bilbo, huh?" I say, getting bolder and more stupid by the minute.
"They took his spoons. Bilbo had a right to be angry."
"Your henchmen took Missy. I have a right to be angry." I say, snarling now.
"Aah, but I only captured those two becasue of you."
Pure sick dread washed over me right then.
"What... What do you... mean?"
"The girl, Missy, you are tired of babysitting her, yes?"
Another wash of fear, the type that glues your mouth shut.
"And the boy. He was being offensive and rude to you. Naughty thing."
My mouth finally came unglued from anger, as my hair burst into flames.
"I DID NOT WANT THAT YOU FREAK OF NATURE!! YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A RIDDLE!!!! SHUT UP!!!"
He only laughed, and doused my hair with a flick of his wand.
"A proposition, Damien."
"Sounds good. You let us go, and remove that fucking mark from Missy's arm, and then I won't kill you."
"Hahaha... " he chuckled. "You, kill me? I have an even better proposition. Join the ranks of my Death-Eaters, and I will spare your friend's lives. And, I will give you what you desire most."
"And what is that?"
"An escape from your fears."
"What?"
"Fears, Damien. An escape from your fears, my boy. For if you don't find an escape, they will eat you up."
And with that, he spun his wand, mumbled some words, and slapped me with his wand, hard, across the face. And, I was vapored to another place.
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I saw the memory castle far away in the horizon. I looked around my settings, on the look-out for anything. The night sky twinkled with stars, the shining stars, and then, a stage materialized right in front of me. A piano fell out of nowhere, and Grandpa stepped up from it, and started speaking in garbled New Orleans.
"Bonjour, Damy! What has been up lately? C'est chouette?"
I was completely floored.
"Grandpa?"
He smiled at me, and his teeth grew sharper and more pronounced. He was now dressed in an old pinstripe jacket with suspenders on underneath, and his pants were a brownish khaki. He had on an old, old, straw hat that had a line down the middle, and then he went and stepped back towards the piano. He had a large cleaver in one hand, and then, he slit each wrist and played the piano, the thick crimson goo spreading all over the keys. He was very clearly playing Bonfire in the Piano by Keiko Matsui. I cringed in horror as he started laughing a truly demonic laugh, his eyes shining red, and flames spreading around and inside of the piano. A true Bonfire in the Piano was happening.
Why did this scare me?
My father heard voices, and they wouldn't go away. He could hear spirits, and then, he slit his wrists playing the piano in our living room, because they wouldn't stop.
Well, the next thing that happened was that the stage's curtains were drawn back, and this is what I saw.
Kevin, Missy, and Ron all dressed up as dancers from the Lady Marmalade music video, and they all sauntered down the stage, as I felt hot breath on the back of my back, and the plant was softly singing the words to Lady Marmalade. He slid a tentacle over each limb, and held me firmly in place.
//Voulez Vouz Cou Che et C'est chouette, nes't pas...//
Missy walked up first, and punched me in the gut so hard the wind was knocked out of me. Then, she slapped my face, left a bruise, and whispered in my ear.
"Now you can hear voices, too, Damien."
I felt my entire head pop, change, and I heard a low murmur, a low throb in my ears, and then, I was hit by a spell that made me completely motionless, stuck in my posture.
Kevin and Ron ripped off what little clothes they had on, kissed like animals, then, bended and folded my body so that my legs were touchinng my stomach, sticking North up into the sky. Then, they proceeded to rip off my clothes. Kevin lined himself up with my rear, and Ron opened my jaw, wide.
Kevin tapped the plant, and said, "NOW!!!", and the plant smashed me down onto Kevin's member, and Ron had started thrusting into my mouth.
I felt dirty, used, and hated, because the thrum had turned into evil voices, telling me I was no good, and I wanted to wake up from this dream, I did so bad, and then, I did.
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"Thank God we snapped him out of it so early. Any longer and he would have been fried forever."
"You didn't have to explain that."
"Sorry, they told me I needed to explain everything."
I slowly opened an eye, and saw 2 figures above me, and they both looked like Angels.
The first one who was speaking about the rules had pale skin, and blue eyes, and was wearing dark everything. I should let Missy describe him later on, becasue he's eventually very important to her.
The second one, though, the apparently new one, I will describe. he was breath-taking, Brown, curly hair, dressed in midnight black, black eyeshadow on his deep blue eyes, a mouth that was slightly twisted upwards, and jewellry all over, gothic metal jewlery, and he was so beautiful. Breath-taking, like a Fallen Angel.
"Whatever. Oh My God, he's awake. Get him up, Donavin."
"Okay. You okay?"
"I'm fine." I said, still shaking as they led me to a large hall.
Too many Death-Eaters were sitting in a large hall full of bones, at a large table, with the Dark Lord at the top of the table. He raised hs goblet towards us all, and he drank it down. Lucius escorted the three of us to a table, and then started rubbing my shoulders. Immediately the shivering and pain went away, and the thoughts of the fears went away, and then, he bent down and kissed my neck. And that kiss had a few sharp pricks of pain in it, but it was oh-so-delicious pain, pain which I could never have enough of, and I knew right then that Lucius could drive away my fears, and he was mine, oh-so-completely, and that I was, more accurately, his.
"So you are a Death-Eater?" Voldemort asked, his eyebrows raising in expectation.
"Yup. If it'll do this to me!" I said, pointing at Lucius, who was expertly nibbling on my neck.
"Good, then. Here you are, Damien."
And with that, his wand touched my arm, and blood flowed out of it and swirled on my arm, and made a dark black skull with a snake sticking ut of it. I smiled at Lucius, and he started rubbing my shoulders again, as I passed out from the pain of it digging into my skin...
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I woke up and Lucius was beside me, smiling. He dragged me out of bed, and we walked towards Missy's cell, I think, because that's where we eventually wound up, meeting Krisstopher, and Donavin's faces talking to the prisoner's.
"Time's up. Report to the base. We'll resume watching."
"We're not finished talking."
"Lucius said now." I said, growling.
"So?"
"That means now."
And with that, I had knocked Kriss out with a swift punch to the jaw.
And you know the rest.
Laters,
Damy
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Chaos at Hogwarts
Chapter 15: Truth, Lies, and Deception
Lucius and I were making out on the wall opposite them, and Krisstopher was knocked out nearby. Donavin was checking on him.
We're leaning against the wall opposite the cell that Missy and Draco were in, and I could feel their questioning glances on my back. I didn't really care right then, though, because all I was worried about was my man, and waiting until those cheating bastards showed themselves.
Oh, waitaminit... I never mentioned how this happened, did I? Okay... REWIND!!!!!!!
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It had all started, I suppose, with Draco and I having a *slight* going out session about maybe a year ago or so. Long distance, you know, and nothing came out of it. Friends was *much* better. Well, we had talked randomly about well, I'd say guy things, but in a 'girl things' fashion. Meaning we'd talk about guys every now and then. That's what we were doing in front of the picture of the Fat Lady. Did you know that her name is actually Julie? Well, anyways, we were talking about our current boyfriends.
"So, how are things with Harry?"
"Oh, fine. He has *such* a nice ass."
"I know."
His eyebrows raised at me.
"I mean, well, its just something you notice, okay?"
"Okay." he said, sounding skeptical.
"I have Ron anyways!" I said, glowering.
"How are you two doing?"
"Perfectly fine. He *kind of* keeps pushing sex, but I'm not ready."
"Oh, I see."
"What about you and Harry?"
"That's... Not any of your business." he said, grinning.
"Oh, I see. Should I let Mr. Potter know of your scandalous affair?"
"He... He has no reason at all of..."
"Hmm. Somehow I don't believe you."
"Well... I just-"
BAM! We were hit by something with red and blonde hair going about the speed of light.
"Guys, IfoundahairlinecrackanditsadoorandIwannagoinvestigatebecauseI'msoexcited!!!!!"
"What?" Draco and I both asked the now in focus Missy.
"I found a hairline crack in the library corner and its a door actually and i wanna go exploring!!!" she said, squealing.
"Fine, I guess I'll go." Draco said, chivalrously.
I can't let them leave by themselves anywhere, so, I *had* to go.
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"Missy... You didn't say that this was in the restricted area."
She looked at me questioning.
"And you're not going to go?"
Draco and I sighed, as she dragged us into the door.
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"Well, Missy isn't listening to us anymore, so she wouldn't notice if we called her a big fat meanie toot-toot head." I said, frowning.
She just went on humming, dragging us.
"You know, you could at least talk to us." Draco said, annoyed.
Hum, De-Hum-Hum.
"Missy!"
No response.
"Missy!"
No response for him, either.
"Crap, she's gone into deep thoughts mode. Not even an Atom Bomb would snap her out of it."
"Yeah, I've noticed that every now and then."
All of a sudden, I heard a muffled, 'WHUMP!' sound, and Draco was gone from my side.
"Draco?"
No response.
"Draco?" I repeated, a lil scared.
//WHUMP!!//
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I woke up to a dripping sound.
Even the most innocent sounds can be frightening when you are all alone, you know.
Even the cute little squeak of a mouse.
It reminded me of the time that Draco and Missy were attempting to teach me French, and they were talking about the little mouse on the island, saying, 'Au Secour, Au Secour!" Which means, send help, or something like that.
And that thought reminded me of 'Where in the hell am I, and are Draco and Missy okay?'
And, with that thought, I heard a familiar whisper from across the room. Draco was whispering.
"Damy? Where are you?"
"Over here." I managed to say, my limbs stiff as I crawled towards his voice.
We smacked into each other as we both scrabbled in the darkness.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Where's Missy?" I asked, since it was obvious he was up before me.
"Across the hall. I can tell its her. Crap, I think I hear footsteps."
Indeed, he had. Sharp, rapt footsteps as they approached her cell. I could tell that words were exchanged, and then, I heard several more pairs of footsteps walking towards her cell. Lights flared on, and then, I saw Lucius smacking Missy around, and then, he... Oh God, he...
Suffice it to say, rape is horrible, especially to one's best friend, and so, I will not go into detail, because Missy herself had described as much as possible...
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And then, the time came that they dragged me away as Missy started singing. I didn't remember the words, but, the melody of them... And I heard Draco call out to me to go to that place in my head, the castle that he and I built while Missy was being defiled.
But I don't think it will work.
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They don't beat me or anything, which I find is very odd, but they do say ominoius things to me, and then, they set me down in and empty chamber. Completely black except for a small candle, and then, I heard shuffling footsteps moving outside the ring of candle light.
I'm so scared at that moment.
Then, he steps into view.
The Dark Lord.
Not much fanfare, I know.
And then, he walks up to me, conjures a chair, and sits.
"Hello, Damien."
Frightened silence, you know. The kind that humms into your eardrums, making them want to ring, but always stopping at that point.
"Well, have you enjoyed your little visit to the Catacombs?"
"The... the what?" I say, amazed.
"The Catacombs. The place where teachers and students who have no relatives and die get buried. Why, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, the Grey Lady, and The Bloody Baron all reside here."
"Oh." A frightened half-sob.
"Well, have you seen anything unusual?"
"Your henchmen raped Missy." I say, my throat stuck suddenly, at that point where it sticks and unsticks.
"Hmm. She deserved it."
"No she didn't, you scum bag." Weak insult, but somehow it hit home with him.
"Ssss...." he said, inhaling breath sharply. "You shouldn't insult blood relatives."
"What about the Sacksville-Bagginses, and Bilbo, huh?" I say, getting bolder and more stupid by the minute.
"They took his spoons. Bilbo had a right to be angry."
"Your henchmen took Missy. I have a right to be angry." I say, snarling now.
"Aah, but I only captured those two becasue of you."
Pure sick dread washed over me right then.
"What... What do you... mean?"
"The girl, Missy, you are tired of babysitting her, yes?"
Another wash of fear, the type that glues your mouth shut.
"And the boy. He was being offensive and rude to you. Naughty thing."
My mouth finally came unglued from anger, as my hair burst into flames.
"I DID NOT WANT THAT YOU FREAK OF NATURE!! YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A RIDDLE!!!! SHUT UP!!!"
He only laughed, and doused my hair with a flick of his wand.
"A proposition, Damien."
"Sounds good. You let us go, and remove that fucking mark from Missy's arm, and then I won't kill you."
"Hahaha... " he chuckled. "You, kill me? I have an even better proposition. Join the ranks of my Death-Eaters, and I will spare your friend's lives. And, I will give you what you desire most."
"And what is that?"
"An escape from your fears."
"What?"
"Fears, Damien. An escape from your fears, my boy. For if you don't find an escape, they will eat you up."
And with that, he spun his wand, mumbled some words, and slapped me with his wand, hard, across the face. And, I was vapored to another place.
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I saw the memory castle far away in the horizon. I looked around my settings, on the look-out for anything. The night sky twinkled with stars, the shining stars, and then, a stage materialized right in front of me. A piano fell out of nowhere, and Grandpa stepped up from it, and started speaking in garbled New Orleans.
"Bonjour, Damy! What has been up lately? C'est chouette?"
I was completely floored.
"Grandpa?"
He smiled at me, and his teeth grew sharper and more pronounced. He was now dressed in an old pinstripe jacket with suspenders on underneath, and his pants were a brownish khaki. He had on an old, old, straw hat that had a line down the middle, and then he went and stepped back towards the piano. He had a large cleaver in one hand, and then, he slit each wrist and played the piano, the thick crimson goo spreading all over the keys. He was very clearly playing Bonfire in the Piano by Keiko Matsui. I cringed in horror as he started laughing a truly demonic laugh, his eyes shining red, and flames spreading around and inside of the piano. A true Bonfire in the Piano was happening.
Why did this scare me?
My father heard voices, and they wouldn't go away. He could hear spirits, and then, he slit his wrists playing the piano in our living room, because they wouldn't stop.
Well, the next thing that happened was that the stage's curtains were drawn back, and this is what I saw.
Kevin, Missy, and Ron all dressed up as dancers from the Lady Marmalade music video, and they all sauntered down the stage, as I felt hot breath on the back of my back, and the plant was softly singing the words to Lady Marmalade. He slid a tentacle over each limb, and held me firmly in place.
//Voulez Vouz Cou Che et C'est chouette, nes't pas...//
Missy walked up first, and punched me in the gut so hard the wind was knocked out of me. Then, she slapped my face, left a bruise, and whispered in my ear.
"Now you can hear voices, too, Damien."
I felt my entire head pop, change, and I heard a low murmur, a low throb in my ears, and then, I was hit by a spell that made me completely motionless, stuck in my posture.
Kevin and Ron ripped off what little clothes they had on, kissed like animals, then, bended and folded my body so that my legs were touchinng my stomach, sticking North up into the sky. Then, they proceeded to rip off my clothes. Kevin lined himself up with my rear, and Ron opened my jaw, wide.
Kevin tapped the plant, and said, "NOW!!!", and the plant smashed me down onto Kevin's member, and Ron had started thrusting into my mouth.
I felt dirty, used, and hated, because the thrum had turned into evil voices, telling me I was no good, and I wanted to wake up from this dream, I did so bad, and then, I did.
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"Thank God we snapped him out of it so early. Any longer and he would have been fried forever."
"You didn't have to explain that."
"Sorry, they told me I needed to explain everything."
I slowly opened an eye, and saw 2 figures above me, and they both looked like Angels.
The first one who was speaking about the rules had pale skin, and blue eyes, and was wearing dark everything. I should let Missy describe him later on, becasue he's eventually very important to her.
The second one, though, the apparently new one, I will describe. he was breath-taking, Brown, curly hair, dressed in midnight black, black eyeshadow on his deep blue eyes, a mouth that was slightly twisted upwards, and jewellry all over, gothic metal jewlery, and he was so beautiful. Breath-taking, like a Fallen Angel.
"Whatever. Oh My God, he's awake. Get him up, Donavin."
"Okay. You okay?"
"I'm fine." I said, still shaking as they led me to a large hall.
Too many Death-Eaters were sitting in a large hall full of bones, at a large table, with the Dark Lord at the top of the table. He raised hs goblet towards us all, and he drank it down. Lucius escorted the three of us to a table, and then started rubbing my shoulders. Immediately the shivering and pain went away, and the thoughts of the fears went away, and then, he bent down and kissed my neck. And that kiss had a few sharp pricks of pain in it, but it was oh-so-delicious pain, pain which I could never have enough of, and I knew right then that Lucius could drive away my fears, and he was mine, oh-so-completely, and that I was, more accurately, his.
"So you are a Death-Eater?" Voldemort asked, his eyebrows raising in expectation.
"Yup. If it'll do this to me!" I said, pointing at Lucius, who was expertly nibbling on my neck.
"Good, then. Here you are, Damien."
And with that, his wand touched my arm, and blood flowed out of it and swirled on my arm, and made a dark black skull with a snake sticking ut of it. I smiled at Lucius, and he started rubbing my shoulders again, as I passed out from the pain of it digging into my skin...
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I woke up and Lucius was beside me, smiling. He dragged me out of bed, and we walked towards Missy's cell, I think, because that's where we eventually wound up, meeting Krisstopher, and Donavin's faces talking to the prisoner's.
"Time's up. Report to the base. We'll resume watching."
"We're not finished talking."
"Lucius said now." I said, growling.
"So?"
"That means now."
And with that, I had knocked Kriss out with a swift punch to the jaw.
And you know the rest.