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CHPATER SIXTEEN: ...UM... OH, FORGET THE DAMN TITLE
It was only the next morning that their situation really began to sink in. Draco, like always, was sullen and withdrawn, sitting in his chair and staring moodily into space. Lili was extremely irritable, trying to avoid all thoughts of what was happening and preferring to sink her concentration into her weaving. After a few hours, she pulled the new bolt of cloth off the loom. It was a foot longer than she was tall, and about three feet wide. Draco watched as she pulled out a regular needle and thread, and began sewing with quick, sure movements. Slowly, it took on the form of a hooded cloak. Quickly, Lili made the last knot, and slipped it on.
"There!" she said triumphantly.
"There what?" Draco drawled.
"There, my new cloak is done. Isn't it beautiful?" She twirled around, and Draco had to admit it was very nice, all in rich greens and browns, embroidered in an elegant gold.
"Nice. But what's the point? You could've just taken a cloak out of the wardrobe, you didn't need to make one."
"I did tell I was weaving this with thread magic. It's a protection cloak. It works a bit like armor, well armor against magic. But it doesn't stop everything."
"Like what?" he asked curiously, reaching down and fingering the hem of the cloak. It was soft and warm.
"I'm really not sure," she answered. "We'd only just covered protection cloaks when I left SAM. But I think all it stops are those spells that do harm to your soul. Curses and hexes go through it just fine. Death curses included. Because those just hurt your body," she added sarcastically. "Now, let's-" she was cut off as a shimmering yellow light appeared in between her and Draco. As they watched, it shaped itself into the tired form of one Harry Potter.
Lili moved so she was standing next to Draco. "Harry!" She cried. Then- "an astral projection!"
Draco shook his head in exasperation. "You're as bad as Granger, you know that?" He turned his attention back to Harry. "So what's up, Potter?" he asked, crossing his legs and sitting back, obviously the one in charge.
"Hi, Lili. Hello, Malfoy," Harry nodded tiredly. "We're still heading toward you two as fast as we can. We should be there by tomorrow afternoon. We can go faster, though, if we have to. Do we?"
"No," Lili lied. "Don't push too hard, Harry. I can deal with Voldemort if I have to, but you guys are going to be fighting when you get here, so you can't be too tired. We can deal if you're late."
"By how? Getting the Dark Mark?" Harry asked irritably. "We'll get there." And he disappeared with a curt nod.
"Not one for long goodbyes, is he?" Draco remarked. Lili grunted, annoyed. "Well, we have a good day and a half left. What do you want to do, now that you've finished your lovely new cloak?" He gestured towards the green and gold concoction, and Lili's mood seemed to brighten with the compliment. In fact, for some reason, she was downright chipper now.
"Up for some blackjack?"
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"I cannot believe your luck," Draco complained as she scooped up her winnings again. "That;s what- seven hands in a row?"
"Eight," she corrected absently, counting the scraps of paper that they were substituting for money. "You owe me sixteen galleons and three knuts."
"Whatever," he grumbled. "Let's try poker now."
She grinned. "You're on, sucker."
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"I give up!" Draco cried fifteen minutes later, throwing his cards up into the air. "How the hell anyone can be so good at cards is beyond me. Are you cheating?" He squinted at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she asked, handing him the new IOU to sign.
"You've got one hell of a poker face,"he said as he snatched the paper away from her. "Look at this! I owe you thirty-five galleons!"
"And twelve sickles," she added. He threw the IOU back in her face, and she grinned.
"I am not playing cards with you ever again. Ever," He said flatly.
She shrugged. "Suit yourself. Now, I need your help. I have to practice."
"Practice what? If it's more thread magic, I'm not helping," he warned.
She laughed. "No, don't worry. I need an opponent to practice my fencing." Draco gulped, remembering their last fight. The thought of going up against he again was not an appealing one. He shook his head. "Oh, come on," she whined. "Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Pretty please with sugar and a cherry?"
"Oh, not the face, not the face!" Draco moaned as Lili pouted. "Fine, fine, you win! But no disfiguring scars, okay? That's all I ask." He picked up the silver sword lying across the bed, and turned to face Lili. He suddenly realized just how hard robes were to move in, especially compared to the shirt and breeches Lili had managed to coax Mitty into finding for her. But damned if he wasn't going to try to win anyway.
"On three. One. Two. Thr- hey!" Draco normally followed the Slytherin method of fighting, and Rule One was never wait until the end of the count. He had struck out with his silver blade, and Lili had blocked it just in time. "Bastard," she grinned. Draco took it as a compliment, then forgot everything except the sword flying at his arm. And then everything except the gash in his arm.
"Oh, gods, Draco, I'm sorry! I thought you would block it!" He had his hand over the cut, which was slowly seeping blood.
"It's okay. I'm fine." He said easily. He had had worse.
"Uh huh. And if I cut off your arm entirely, you'd say it was only a flesh wound." She grinned. "Come on, let Dr. Lili see it." He moved his hand, and she saw that he had been right, it wasn't too bad. "It's just bleeding a lot," she told him, letting the healing magic seal up the gash. "But no more. We need to be nice and healthy for Voldemort to kill," she winked at him.
Draco realized suddenly why she was like this. Most people, kidnapped by a Dark Lord and given the choice to join him or be killed, would be panicking. Lili, although brave, was far from brave enough to not be afraid. So Draco had wondered why she was acting the way she was. And it had dawned on him. Lili hid her fear under bad jokes, and distracted her mind from it. It seemed to work very well, too.
He stood up and dusted himself off, wincing at the tiny stab of pain leftover from the sword wound. "I'm going to go change my robes," he informed her curtly, and left the room.
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Time passed incredibly quickly, as it always does when you are not looking forward to something. Far, far too soon, it was time. Time for Lili to inform Voldemort of her choice.
"I can't do this!" Lili wailed to Draco as she paced back and forth. "I don't even know what I'm going to say! Do I agree or disagree? Draco, help me."
"I can't." He shook his head irritably. "You were the fool who told Potter he didn't have to rush getting here. You dug your own hole, so to speak."
"Yeah, well, I- oh, screw it." She collapsed in a chair, holding her head in her hands.
"You've got to do it, Earth," Draco told her.
Her head shot up. "You think I don't know that?" she hissed. "Of course I've got to do it! It's not like anyone will do it for me! Now go away." Her eyes narrowed. "I don't want to talk to you right now."
Draco's pride told him to stay where he was. His common sense told him Lili was not the safest person to be around at the moment. Stupidly, he followed pride.
"Gods, Earth, you know what I meant! Will you quit twisting my words around? It's almost like you want to fight!"
"I do not want to fight!" she screamed at him. "I fight if I have to, but I don't go looking for a fight! I'm not a Slytherin!" she snarled.
Draco didn't flinch. "Well, you almost were," he said in a low voice. "And maybe you should have been."
Lili's eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed. "Get out," she hissed. "Now." Draco, taking one look at her face, spun around and left the room.
He had been lying on his bed, staring up at the canopy for a good half-hour when he heard a knock on the door that led to the hallway. Knowing the etiquette of Voldemort's fortress, he got up and opened it. A Death Eater stood on the other side of the doorway. "You are to come to the Viewing Hall with my Lady, to speak to my Lord," the Death Eater said in a raspy voice. "Follow me." And the Death Eater strode away, without even looking back to see if Draco was following him.
Draco was following him, and the Death Eater led Draco to a set of doors, the same doors Lili had entered upon her arrival, although he didn't know it. Draco followed the Death Eater down the steps, and he entered the Viewing Hall, noticing it was the only room with large stained glass windows, most depicting horrible scenes. Then he got a good look at Lili.
She was sitting bolt upright in an armchair facing Voldemort, looking regal and imposing in her royal purple dress robes. Her face was blank and expressionless, staring straight ahead. She gave off the impression of being the kind of person who cared for no one and nothing. Draco felt his heart sink.
Voldemort smiled nastily. "Ah, Draco Malfoy. Have a seat, please." Draco gingerly lowered himself into the armchair, never taking his eyes off the serpentine wizard in front of him. Voldemort continued talking, either oblivious to the look of hatred Draco was giving him, or ignoring it. "I have heard it told that you have... switched allegiances?" Draco nodded grimly, and Voldemort's red eyes flashed. "I see. And so you are now working for that fool, Dumbledore." It was not a question, but Draco answered it anyway.
"No, I am not. I do not work for Dumbledore, but, with all due respect, I do not work for you either. I follow Liliana Grey, and whichever side of this war she picks, I will follow her." For one quick moment, he shifted his gaze to Lili, and, at his words, he thought he saw the mask of emotionlessness slip. But then it was back, and he turned back to Voldemort, who was staring at the blond boy in something like amazement.
Then, to Draco's horror, Voldemort burst out in cruel laughter. "Did you hear that, Liliana? You have a follower already, my dear!" But his laughter stopped, and his voice dropped to a temperature that could freeze tomatoes, low and menacing. "But remember, now that he has pledged his loyalty to you, if you choose wrong, you both shall die." He sat back in his chair. "A pity you wouldn't give your loyalty to me, Draco. You had such promise."
For a moment, there was silence in the room. Draco looked at Voldemort, Voldemort looked at Lili, and Lili stared blankly into empty space. Draco was a little unnerved to see that she wasn't blinking, and hadn't been for the past ten minutes. Voldemort broke the tense silence with the sentence Draco had been dreading for three days. "And so, my dear. Do you join us?"
Lili did not answer. She didn't blink, or make any signal to show that she had even heard him. She stared, and, after a moment, Voldemort spoke again, impatiently. "Did you hear me, girl? Do yo-"
Lili interrupted him swiftly. "I will join you." She turned her head to look at Voldemort, and Draco caught a glimpse of her face. Her eyes were empty and blank, and her face was set. She blinked slowly, as if trying to come to terms with her decision. "I will join you," she repeated.
Voldemort laughed that horrible laugh. "Excellent! Do you wish a new name, or shall you stick with Liliana?"
Lili smiled mirthlessly. It reminded Draco somewhat of a shark. "Liliana is plain, simple, and I never liked it in the first place. I am Sarrassi."
"Sarrassi." Voldemort nodded, trying it out. "Well, Lady Sarrassi, give me your left arm. You must recieve the Dark Mark."
"No!" Lili said sharply, and Voldemort looked at her suspiciously. But she continued. "You do not wear the Dark Mark on your arm, and you say we are to be equal. Therefore, I will not wear the Dark Mark either."
Voldemort's face told Draco he was beginning to regret making her powerful. "Not quite equal, my dear Sarrassi. But nevertheless, I will humor you. You will not recieve the Dark Mark. He, however, is another story." He pointed to Draco, and it took all of the boy's self-control to keep from showing his surprise. "With you joining us, so has he. He must recieve the Dark Mark. Give me your arm, boy. Watch, Sarrassi," he instructed. "The incantation is 'mormosdre'."
"My Lord, I must object," Lili said, smoothly but firmly. Draco mentally warned her not to push her luck. "He has joined me, so should not I be allowed to put my own mark on him?" The Dark Lord's nostrils flared, and Lili quickly changed her request. "I only wish to make a slight change to your Mark, simply to show that this one is under my direct command, although he is under yours ultimately."
Voldemort seemed pacified by this, and nodded lazily. "Very well, Sarrassi. I will humor you in this, too. But push no further." Lili bowed her head. Voldemort gestured to a Death Eater, who handed Lili his wand. The Dark Lord and most of the Death Eaters in the room moved their own wands to point at Lili. "Not that we don't trust you, Lady Sarrassi," Voldemort drawled, "But we would rather be sure of your allegiance before arming you. You understand."
"Yes, my Lord," Lili murmured. Pointing the borrowed wand at Draco's arm, she murmured something, and when the flash of light cleared, Draco looked at his arm and saw what appeared to be a snake with large golden eyes, curled around a staff topped with a skull. The snake's tail was inside the skull's mouth, resembling the Dark Mark. "You see, my Lord? When you call him, the skull will appear. When I call, the eyes of the snake will appear."
"Yes," Voldemort mused. "Yes, that will do. Now, the both of you-" Voldemort never finished his sentence, because at that moment, Harry Potter came crashing into the room through the largest of the stained glass windows.
(A/N) Ha ha ha! Cliffie! Oh, boy, is that a cliffie! I enjoy torturing you all, I really do. But You're all going to be tortured for awhile, I start school on Thursday, and I'm trying to get good grades in high school, which means I'm actually going to have to work. Oh, the horror. Well, I'm going to go post it now, so I'll finish this up, no review comments this time. Only this: Until I get fifteen reviews (there were 44 up when I posted this), I don't post the next chapter. Capiesh? So review, and reviews saying only "It was great, write more" don't count! Make them good! Ok? Good! Peace out everybody, Moon Warrior out!
-M.W.
CHPATER SIXTEEN: ...UM... OH, FORGET THE DAMN TITLE
It was only the next morning that their situation really began to sink in. Draco, like always, was sullen and withdrawn, sitting in his chair and staring moodily into space. Lili was extremely irritable, trying to avoid all thoughts of what was happening and preferring to sink her concentration into her weaving. After a few hours, she pulled the new bolt of cloth off the loom. It was a foot longer than she was tall, and about three feet wide. Draco watched as she pulled out a regular needle and thread, and began sewing with quick, sure movements. Slowly, it took on the form of a hooded cloak. Quickly, Lili made the last knot, and slipped it on.
"There!" she said triumphantly.
"There what?" Draco drawled.
"There, my new cloak is done. Isn't it beautiful?" She twirled around, and Draco had to admit it was very nice, all in rich greens and browns, embroidered in an elegant gold.
"Nice. But what's the point? You could've just taken a cloak out of the wardrobe, you didn't need to make one."
"I did tell I was weaving this with thread magic. It's a protection cloak. It works a bit like armor, well armor against magic. But it doesn't stop everything."
"Like what?" he asked curiously, reaching down and fingering the hem of the cloak. It was soft and warm.
"I'm really not sure," she answered. "We'd only just covered protection cloaks when I left SAM. But I think all it stops are those spells that do harm to your soul. Curses and hexes go through it just fine. Death curses included. Because those just hurt your body," she added sarcastically. "Now, let's-" she was cut off as a shimmering yellow light appeared in between her and Draco. As they watched, it shaped itself into the tired form of one Harry Potter.
Lili moved so she was standing next to Draco. "Harry!" She cried. Then- "an astral projection!"
Draco shook his head in exasperation. "You're as bad as Granger, you know that?" He turned his attention back to Harry. "So what's up, Potter?" he asked, crossing his legs and sitting back, obviously the one in charge.
"Hi, Lili. Hello, Malfoy," Harry nodded tiredly. "We're still heading toward you two as fast as we can. We should be there by tomorrow afternoon. We can go faster, though, if we have to. Do we?"
"No," Lili lied. "Don't push too hard, Harry. I can deal with Voldemort if I have to, but you guys are going to be fighting when you get here, so you can't be too tired. We can deal if you're late."
"By how? Getting the Dark Mark?" Harry asked irritably. "We'll get there." And he disappeared with a curt nod.
"Not one for long goodbyes, is he?" Draco remarked. Lili grunted, annoyed. "Well, we have a good day and a half left. What do you want to do, now that you've finished your lovely new cloak?" He gestured towards the green and gold concoction, and Lili's mood seemed to brighten with the compliment. In fact, for some reason, she was downright chipper now.
"Up for some blackjack?"
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"I cannot believe your luck," Draco complained as she scooped up her winnings again. "That;s what- seven hands in a row?"
"Eight," she corrected absently, counting the scraps of paper that they were substituting for money. "You owe me sixteen galleons and three knuts."
"Whatever," he grumbled. "Let's try poker now."
She grinned. "You're on, sucker."
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"I give up!" Draco cried fifteen minutes later, throwing his cards up into the air. "How the hell anyone can be so good at cards is beyond me. Are you cheating?" He squinted at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she asked, handing him the new IOU to sign.
"You've got one hell of a poker face,"he said as he snatched the paper away from her. "Look at this! I owe you thirty-five galleons!"
"And twelve sickles," she added. He threw the IOU back in her face, and she grinned.
"I am not playing cards with you ever again. Ever," He said flatly.
She shrugged. "Suit yourself. Now, I need your help. I have to practice."
"Practice what? If it's more thread magic, I'm not helping," he warned.
She laughed. "No, don't worry. I need an opponent to practice my fencing." Draco gulped, remembering their last fight. The thought of going up against he again was not an appealing one. He shook his head. "Oh, come on," she whined. "Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Pretty please with sugar and a cherry?"
"Oh, not the face, not the face!" Draco moaned as Lili pouted. "Fine, fine, you win! But no disfiguring scars, okay? That's all I ask." He picked up the silver sword lying across the bed, and turned to face Lili. He suddenly realized just how hard robes were to move in, especially compared to the shirt and breeches Lili had managed to coax Mitty into finding for her. But damned if he wasn't going to try to win anyway.
"On three. One. Two. Thr- hey!" Draco normally followed the Slytherin method of fighting, and Rule One was never wait until the end of the count. He had struck out with his silver blade, and Lili had blocked it just in time. "Bastard," she grinned. Draco took it as a compliment, then forgot everything except the sword flying at his arm. And then everything except the gash in his arm.
"Oh, gods, Draco, I'm sorry! I thought you would block it!" He had his hand over the cut, which was slowly seeping blood.
"It's okay. I'm fine." He said easily. He had had worse.
"Uh huh. And if I cut off your arm entirely, you'd say it was only a flesh wound." She grinned. "Come on, let Dr. Lili see it." He moved his hand, and she saw that he had been right, it wasn't too bad. "It's just bleeding a lot," she told him, letting the healing magic seal up the gash. "But no more. We need to be nice and healthy for Voldemort to kill," she winked at him.
Draco realized suddenly why she was like this. Most people, kidnapped by a Dark Lord and given the choice to join him or be killed, would be panicking. Lili, although brave, was far from brave enough to not be afraid. So Draco had wondered why she was acting the way she was. And it had dawned on him. Lili hid her fear under bad jokes, and distracted her mind from it. It seemed to work very well, too.
He stood up and dusted himself off, wincing at the tiny stab of pain leftover from the sword wound. "I'm going to go change my robes," he informed her curtly, and left the room.
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Time passed incredibly quickly, as it always does when you are not looking forward to something. Far, far too soon, it was time. Time for Lili to inform Voldemort of her choice.
"I can't do this!" Lili wailed to Draco as she paced back and forth. "I don't even know what I'm going to say! Do I agree or disagree? Draco, help me."
"I can't." He shook his head irritably. "You were the fool who told Potter he didn't have to rush getting here. You dug your own hole, so to speak."
"Yeah, well, I- oh, screw it." She collapsed in a chair, holding her head in her hands.
"You've got to do it, Earth," Draco told her.
Her head shot up. "You think I don't know that?" she hissed. "Of course I've got to do it! It's not like anyone will do it for me! Now go away." Her eyes narrowed. "I don't want to talk to you right now."
Draco's pride told him to stay where he was. His common sense told him Lili was not the safest person to be around at the moment. Stupidly, he followed pride.
"Gods, Earth, you know what I meant! Will you quit twisting my words around? It's almost like you want to fight!"
"I do not want to fight!" she screamed at him. "I fight if I have to, but I don't go looking for a fight! I'm not a Slytherin!" she snarled.
Draco didn't flinch. "Well, you almost were," he said in a low voice. "And maybe you should have been."
Lili's eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed. "Get out," she hissed. "Now." Draco, taking one look at her face, spun around and left the room.
He had been lying on his bed, staring up at the canopy for a good half-hour when he heard a knock on the door that led to the hallway. Knowing the etiquette of Voldemort's fortress, he got up and opened it. A Death Eater stood on the other side of the doorway. "You are to come to the Viewing Hall with my Lady, to speak to my Lord," the Death Eater said in a raspy voice. "Follow me." And the Death Eater strode away, without even looking back to see if Draco was following him.
Draco was following him, and the Death Eater led Draco to a set of doors, the same doors Lili had entered upon her arrival, although he didn't know it. Draco followed the Death Eater down the steps, and he entered the Viewing Hall, noticing it was the only room with large stained glass windows, most depicting horrible scenes. Then he got a good look at Lili.
She was sitting bolt upright in an armchair facing Voldemort, looking regal and imposing in her royal purple dress robes. Her face was blank and expressionless, staring straight ahead. She gave off the impression of being the kind of person who cared for no one and nothing. Draco felt his heart sink.
Voldemort smiled nastily. "Ah, Draco Malfoy. Have a seat, please." Draco gingerly lowered himself into the armchair, never taking his eyes off the serpentine wizard in front of him. Voldemort continued talking, either oblivious to the look of hatred Draco was giving him, or ignoring it. "I have heard it told that you have... switched allegiances?" Draco nodded grimly, and Voldemort's red eyes flashed. "I see. And so you are now working for that fool, Dumbledore." It was not a question, but Draco answered it anyway.
"No, I am not. I do not work for Dumbledore, but, with all due respect, I do not work for you either. I follow Liliana Grey, and whichever side of this war she picks, I will follow her." For one quick moment, he shifted his gaze to Lili, and, at his words, he thought he saw the mask of emotionlessness slip. But then it was back, and he turned back to Voldemort, who was staring at the blond boy in something like amazement.
Then, to Draco's horror, Voldemort burst out in cruel laughter. "Did you hear that, Liliana? You have a follower already, my dear!" But his laughter stopped, and his voice dropped to a temperature that could freeze tomatoes, low and menacing. "But remember, now that he has pledged his loyalty to you, if you choose wrong, you both shall die." He sat back in his chair. "A pity you wouldn't give your loyalty to me, Draco. You had such promise."
For a moment, there was silence in the room. Draco looked at Voldemort, Voldemort looked at Lili, and Lili stared blankly into empty space. Draco was a little unnerved to see that she wasn't blinking, and hadn't been for the past ten minutes. Voldemort broke the tense silence with the sentence Draco had been dreading for three days. "And so, my dear. Do you join us?"
Lili did not answer. She didn't blink, or make any signal to show that she had even heard him. She stared, and, after a moment, Voldemort spoke again, impatiently. "Did you hear me, girl? Do yo-"
Lili interrupted him swiftly. "I will join you." She turned her head to look at Voldemort, and Draco caught a glimpse of her face. Her eyes were empty and blank, and her face was set. She blinked slowly, as if trying to come to terms with her decision. "I will join you," she repeated.
Voldemort laughed that horrible laugh. "Excellent! Do you wish a new name, or shall you stick with Liliana?"
Lili smiled mirthlessly. It reminded Draco somewhat of a shark. "Liliana is plain, simple, and I never liked it in the first place. I am Sarrassi."
"Sarrassi." Voldemort nodded, trying it out. "Well, Lady Sarrassi, give me your left arm. You must recieve the Dark Mark."
"No!" Lili said sharply, and Voldemort looked at her suspiciously. But she continued. "You do not wear the Dark Mark on your arm, and you say we are to be equal. Therefore, I will not wear the Dark Mark either."
Voldemort's face told Draco he was beginning to regret making her powerful. "Not quite equal, my dear Sarrassi. But nevertheless, I will humor you. You will not recieve the Dark Mark. He, however, is another story." He pointed to Draco, and it took all of the boy's self-control to keep from showing his surprise. "With you joining us, so has he. He must recieve the Dark Mark. Give me your arm, boy. Watch, Sarrassi," he instructed. "The incantation is 'mormosdre'."
"My Lord, I must object," Lili said, smoothly but firmly. Draco mentally warned her not to push her luck. "He has joined me, so should not I be allowed to put my own mark on him?" The Dark Lord's nostrils flared, and Lili quickly changed her request. "I only wish to make a slight change to your Mark, simply to show that this one is under my direct command, although he is under yours ultimately."
Voldemort seemed pacified by this, and nodded lazily. "Very well, Sarrassi. I will humor you in this, too. But push no further." Lili bowed her head. Voldemort gestured to a Death Eater, who handed Lili his wand. The Dark Lord and most of the Death Eaters in the room moved their own wands to point at Lili. "Not that we don't trust you, Lady Sarrassi," Voldemort drawled, "But we would rather be sure of your allegiance before arming you. You understand."
"Yes, my Lord," Lili murmured. Pointing the borrowed wand at Draco's arm, she murmured something, and when the flash of light cleared, Draco looked at his arm and saw what appeared to be a snake with large golden eyes, curled around a staff topped with a skull. The snake's tail was inside the skull's mouth, resembling the Dark Mark. "You see, my Lord? When you call him, the skull will appear. When I call, the eyes of the snake will appear."
"Yes," Voldemort mused. "Yes, that will do. Now, the both of you-" Voldemort never finished his sentence, because at that moment, Harry Potter came crashing into the room through the largest of the stained glass windows.
(A/N) Ha ha ha! Cliffie! Oh, boy, is that a cliffie! I enjoy torturing you all, I really do. But You're all going to be tortured for awhile, I start school on Thursday, and I'm trying to get good grades in high school, which means I'm actually going to have to work. Oh, the horror. Well, I'm going to go post it now, so I'll finish this up, no review comments this time. Only this: Until I get fifteen reviews (there were 44 up when I posted this), I don't post the next chapter. Capiesh? So review, and reviews saying only "It was great, write more" don't count! Make them good! Ok? Good! Peace out everybody, Moon Warrior out!
-M.W.