A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter is going to have lots of stuff, as I promised. Let's see, we of course will see Remus' reaction, and Dkembvare will almost be at Hogwarts. He is going to arrive in May or June. Not sure which yet… The Marauders will act strange. I do not have a POV for everyone. Noelle will seem incredibly strange. Kiana will get into more trouble with Minnie. James and Michael will have a brotherly talk… very scary. More from Voldemort, who will go to the beach. Dkembvare will have a POV. We'll see the 'Return of Rat Boy'. Sorry, but I don't have a Quidditch game. I'll put one in next time, I promise! And I'm not sure what else. If you have any suggestions, just insert it in the review. I am anxious to get to 2nd Year, because some more characters will be introduced. And they will be fun to write about. Also, I am considering writing 2nd Year in Third Person Omniscient, but still focusing on a certain character. What do you think? That's about it for this chapter. Remember, suggestions are welcome, and will probably be used! I have a Jules POV, just for BunnyChan! Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Marauders. I own only what you don't recognize (Kiana, Jules, Michael, Elisabeth, the spooky apparition, Dkembvare, etc. I do not own Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, etc. I don't own Hogwarts. All of that belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic Books, Warner Brothers, and whoever else is lucky enough to have rights. I am not one of those people. And because I have this disclaimer, you can't sue me! Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah!
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The Marauders ~ Year One
By: Noelle
Chapter 11: Secret of Secrets
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Remus Lupin's POV
I awoke to having cold water splashed on my face.
"What is going on?" I gurgled, sitting straight up.
"Morning Remus. How are you?" James asked.
I shifted uncomfortably. "Er, I'm fine."
"Really? Where were you yesterday?" asked Thomas. Sirius swiftly elbowed him in the ribs.
I looked suspiciously at the Marauders. "What is going on?"
James looked at me with what looked somewhat like sympathy. "Remus, we know."
At these three words, my heart plummeted, before sinking.
"Know what?" I asked, my voice cracking. I was sweating bullets.
"Remus," James said exasperatedly, "We know."
"I don't have the faintest idea of what you are talking about," I said, lying through my teeth.
Sirius, who had become impatient, rolled his eyes. "Remus, we know that you are a werewolf."
***(That is where I left you last time. Moving on…)***
I jumped out of bed, and walked towards the door. They knew…
"Remus, where are you going? You can't just run away!" Sirius shouted.
I turned to him, my eyes stinging with tears. "You know the truth. And I know that you don't want to be friends with a MONSTER like me," I said, before running out of the dorm. I ran down the stairs, and past the Gryffindors in the Common Room. They looked at me strangely as I went through the portrait hole.
Tears blinded me as I ran quicker and quicker. I couldn't stop. It would catch up to me.
I must have run through 48 passageways, and 198 corridors. I couldn't stop. But I had to eventually.
I slumped against the wall, defeated. I would have to leave as soon as possible. I would leave Hogwarts and the Marauders forever. After all, it is for their own good…
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For the next 6 days, I avoided the Marauders at all costs. I even offered to scrub all of the Potions cauldrons, on Thursday, to make sure they wouldn't wait for me. And I did this without Magic.
Of course, they attempted to talk to me. But I would run away. One of my best escapes was on that same Thursday.
It was lunchtime, and I sat with Lily, Bella, and Jules. Kiana and Toria were at the library, finishing their Charms homework.
I felt two hands grasp my arms, and I turned to find James and Sirius, 'We need to talk' written all over their faces.
"We need to talk," Sirius said.
"Of course," I said jovially. "But I dropped my fork. May I pick it up?" I asked. Sirius and James nodded, and I bent down. I then crawled underneath the table, to the doors of the Great Hall. James and Sirius still hadn't noticed my disappearance. They didn't notice until they saw me walk out. But it was too late. I ran straight to the library, where it was easy to hide.
But of course, they would catch up to me sometime.
It was a Sunday. The skies were gray, to match my mood. I hadn't been going to the Gryffindor Common Room, or dorms. I had been sleeping in an abandoned room I had found. The Marauders had not yet discovered it.
It was one week since they found out. I was on my guard, but they outwitted me. They outwitted me.
I was exiting the Great Hall after enjoying a breakfast of bacon and eggs when James began chasing me. I ran, and ran, and ran. Soon, I was James-free.
Exhausted, I slumped against the wall, taking in deep breaths. And that is when Sirius struck.
He jumped out of a corner, and tied me up with licorice. He then dragged me to a deserted room. James, Michael, and Thomas were waiting for us there.
"You better start explaining," Sirius said, narrowing his eyes. I have never seen Sirius like this. He was, well, scary.
"Explain what?" I asked.
"Explain everything."
"No," I said.
"Yes".
"No".
"Yes".
This went on for several more minutes.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"FINE!" I screamed at last.
Sirius smirked at me, proud of getting his own way.
"What do you want to know?" I asked, finally defeated.
"Everything. How did it happen? How did you manage to get through it?" Michael asked.
"I was 6 when it happened. I was mischievous, carefree. I had heard stories about the werewolves that lived in the woods by my house. I was a daredevil. I decided to find out if the legends were true. I had taken less that 10 steps into the woods when the wolf attacked," I said, not looking at anyone.
"Then what?" asked Thomas.
"Well, my parents were distraught. They seeked the help of every magical doctor in England to cure me. When there were none left, they searched the world. But there was no cure. My parents hired some magical builders to construct a place for my transformations. And once a month, I would turn into a full-fledged monster."
"But where do you go now, for the transformations?" asked Michael.
"There is a passageway, underneath the Whomping Willow they planted. It leads to the Shrieking Shack. Madame Pomfrey takes me there, and opens the passageway," I answered truthfully. "Now, I'll be going. I can understand why you wouldn't want to be friends with me." I began to eat through the licorice tying my wrists together.
"Moony, do you think that you can get rid of us that easily?" James asked, smiling.
"What?"
"Remus, we'll find a way to help you. I swear it on Gryffindor's Honor," Sirius said.
"Really?" I asked, hope apparent in my voice.
"Really. Forever Marauders, Marauders forever. One for all, all for one. All that other mumbo jumbo," Thomas said.
That is the first time in my life that I realized that I had true friends. They knew my deepest, darkest secret. And yet, they accepted me. Furthermore, they wanted to help me.
Forever Marauders, Marauders Forever.
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Jules Potter's POV
Lately, James and Company, as I call them, has been acting rather strangely. Sirius is actually reading books! It wouldn't be stranger to see Voldemort dressed as a Care Bear, handing out lollipops to little children. And James has been thinking. Thinking? He never ever thinks! Remus has been avoiding everyone for several days, but now, he isn't. Michael has been talking to himself. And Thomas has been doing Andromada's History of Magic essays.
I have been hanging around with Lily and Bella. They are quite fun to be with. Especially when they are planning revenge on the Marauders.
And what a revenge we have…
That evening, during dinner, we struck. James was eating with his friends, at the other end of the table. We sauntered over, and began to put the plan into action.
Lily wasn't with us, so me and Bella had the job of distracting James.
"Hey Jamsie," I sang. He groaned.
"What do you want Jules?" he asked, gritting his teeth.
"I wanted to know when the last time you were in the tree with Lily?" I asked, innocent enough.
"Tree?" he questioned.
"James and Lily, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…" I would have continued, had not James jumped out of his seat and began charging me like an angry bull.
I squealed, before jumping onto the Hufflepuff table, and running across it. Occasionally, I would step in some food.
After several minutes, James gave up, arguing that sisters were just sisters, and you couldn't do anything about them. And then he took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
Bella bent down and whispered something into James' ear. "Have you seen Professor McGonagall?"
James stood up on the table, and began singing.
"Summer lovin, had me a blast. Summer lovin, happened so fast…" James began belting out the song, complete with dance moves. The Hufflepuff girls ran over, and began dancing, and trying to grab him.
And then he snapped out of it, no recollection of the incident. At least this time…
Now, it was my turn. "So, Jamsie. Did Professor Binns assign us any homework?" I asked innocently.
James once again burst into song. This time, he sang 'You are so Beautiful'.
And this time, he realized what was going on. And he wasn't too thrilled as he looked at the girls that were crying, and reaching out to touch him. James ran out of the Great Hall, red-faced and swearing revenge…
Lily had placed a charmed potion in his pumpkin juice, which would cause him to break into song every single time someone said 'Professor'. And this potion wouldn't wear off for another 24 hours.
A prank well done…
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Kiana Walter's POV
Transfiguration is the most incredibly dull subject in all of Hogwarts. And it doesn't help that I am always the 'willing volunteer'.
I didn't feel like putting up with it today. I wasn't having a good day already. If I had to be turned into a paperclip ever again, I would scream, before going crazy.
"…with the help of a willing volunteer…" Minnie said.
I stood up, fire dancing in my eyes. "I will not be walked over! All my life, I was taught to stand up for what I believe. And I believe that it is unfair to pick an unwilling subject for your deranged experiments! I will not be turned into another inanimate object! I refuse to be turned into anything! I am Kiana Dessiona Walters, and I will not be abused by the likes of you!"
The class was silent. Minnie stared at me. "Miss Walters, you are hearby forbidden to attend my Transfiguration class, until you change your attitude. And furthermore, you will receive 25 detentions, and 40 points are taken from Gryffindor. Now, leave."
I huffily picked up my books, and stormed out of class. Toria got up and ran after me, to Minnie's protest.
"Kiana, what has gotten into you lately?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" snapped I, ice in my voice.
"Well, you just went off on Minnie and lost Gryffindor 40 points!"
Suddenly, screams were heard coming from the Transfiguration classroom. Toria and I ran toward the class, and gasped at what we saw when we peaked through the glass paneling.
The classroom was flooded with water, and more water was seemingly coming from nowhere. Minnie was trying to use her desk as a raft. The water level grew higher and higher.
Quickly, I opened the door, and water came flooding out, drenching me and Toria. It began pulling us away, but we grabbed onto a stationary suit of armor. We saw the rest of the Gryffindors come floating out, and some managed to grab onto something. However, others, including Minnie, kept floating down the corridor.
As Toria, Lily, Bella, James, Remus, Michael, Thomas, and Sirius stared at me, I began to think.
"I didn't do it!" I said defensively, as they eyed me. "Toria, you were with me. I didn't do it!"
"Well, I don't think she did," Toria said truthfully.
"So what, are you saying that there was a flash flood in the Transfiguration classroom, which is indoors?
"I didn't do it. I didn't…" I kept repeating to myself. The strange thing is that I was imagining something like that happening. And then it did…
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The Great Lord Voldemort's POV
Being an evil villain is hard. The convention was a time where we could meet other villains, and learn new evil techniques. However, the Evil Doers Convention is also hard. I got an F on the test about why heroes always survive at least once. It isn't my fault that I am so talented and skilled that no one has beaten me yet. Being perfect is my one true flaw…
But the thought of that low grade escaped me as I took another sip of my strawberry milkshake. I was at the beach, in Florida.
Of course I know the harmful effects of the sun. That is why I was covered in colored suntan lotion.
It was incredibly hot at New Symrna Beach, so I decided to cool off in the water.
I sat in my black intertube, with white twist swirls on the bottom.
And disaster struck, in the form of a 20-foot shark.
Of course, I didn't have my wand with me. I was trying to blend in, after all.
I cursed the shark under my breath, as I rubbed my sore bum. Did that hurt!
But the shark wasn't finished yet.
"OUCH, I'll KILL you, you he said a word that you probably shouldn't read shark!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"OUCH! STOP IT! THE GREAT LORD VOLDEMORT COMMANDS YOU TO STOP!" I shouted.
Many people on the shore looked amusingly at me. After all, it's not everyday you see a blue person getting attacked by a shark.
"SOMEONE COME GET THIS another naughty word SHARK OFF OF MY BUM!" I screamed.
The crowd began to laugh harder, and no one came to help me. Not even the lifeguards.
"YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" I shouted, as the shark bit me all down the beach.
"THE GREAT LORD VOLDEMORT WILL GET - OUCH!"
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James Potter's POV
"So…"
"So…"
"Beautiful weather, isn't it?" I commented.
"Quite," Michael agreed.
"So…"
"So…"
"Er, what was Mum like?" I asked tentatively, voicing the question of which I have always wondered.
"Well, she was perfect. She is, er, was the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. She cared so much about other people, that she put their needs above her own. She was the best cook too! Her puddings were tantalizing. And Mum always was great to go to for advice. She was smart. A Ravenclaw. And Mum was a prankster too. She would always kiss me goodnight, and say she loved me. Sometimes, I thought it was annoying, like when I had friends over. But now, I would do anything to hear those words again…" a closed expression appeared on Michael's face.
"Really?" I asked, awe apparent in my voice.
"Yeah. She was. But it took me over 11 years to figure that out. And I never even had the chance to really tell her. I never got to say goodbye." He cleared his throat. "So, how about Father and Elisabeth? What are they like?"
"Well, Father is great. He is at the office more than he should be. I miss him a lot then. But he's caring. Da would do anything for us. And he is funny. He's a terrible cook. One time, he tried to make roasted chicken, but he ended up almost burning our house down. He is… well… he's is just Da," I said.
"And Elisabeth?" questioned Michael.
"Elisabeth is great too. She's funny, and nice, and loving. But she isn't my real mom. She did buy me a racing broom though! I smuggled it in. She is really into rule-breaking."
"So, what is it going to be like?" Michael asked.
"What is what going to be like?"
"Well, I'll be living with you and Da and Elisabeth and Jules now. Do you think we'll be okay?" Michael asked.
I nodded grimly. "I think it will be 'okay', as long as you do all of my homework."
We both laughed, before heading toward the Great Hall.
"You weren't serious about the homework, were you?" Michael asked.
"Oh, I was serious all right… and I better get 'A's, little brother, or else…" I threatened jokingly.
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Bella Figg's POV
It was pitch black in the corridor. I couldn't see my hand when it was 1/2 inch from my face.
"Noelle?" I hissed.
There was no answer.
It was quite chilly, due to the fact that the sun hadn't yet bathed the earth in golden warmth. I looked out a small window, and saw the stars glittering, the moon shining gently, covering the grounds in a faint silvery light. It was beautiful, although I would now prefer the sun to be out.
I wrapped my heavy wool cloak tighter around myself, and put a scarf around my neck.
I heard a faint creak, and turned around to find no one. But I turned back around to find someone standing less than 5 inches away from me.
"Noelle, you scared me!" I said, breathing deeply. For she truly had.
Noelle's eyes sparkled in the dark. "That was the point, fruit head!"
"Why is everyone calling me a fruit?" I cried in exasperation.
"I heard Sirius call you that earlier."
"Oh. And I thought there was a conspiracy against me," I said, as I sighed of relief. By now, the sun begun to slowly peak out from it's perch in the sky.
"We have to hurry, so we don't get caught," Noelle said, dragging me to the Potions room.
We quietly crept into the dark classroom, not daring to turn on a light. Our only interruption was when I ran into a table, and just about screamed.
"How do we open this, without setting off the alarm?" Noelle asked, examining Professor Hoffman's Potions cabinet. This was supposedly exclusive to him, but if we were going to break the wizarding law, we could break a few school rules, right? Of course I am right.
"We can't use magic. But we can use this," I said, pulling a something out of my piled up hair.
"What is that?" Noelle asked, looking curiously at it.
"It's a hairpin. It can be used to pick lock. Watch and learn." With that, I stepped up to the cabinet, and inserted the hairpin in the keyhole. I picked at the lock expertly, and with a faint SPRING, the cabinet burst open.
"Let's take what we need and get out of here!" Noelle said, looking over her shoulder. "I have a twinge."
"A twinge?" questioned I.
"A twinge," Noelle confirmed. "It is a funny feeling I get when something is going to go wrong. Sometimes, it's avoidable though."
I grabbed the petals, and the lacewing flies. "Let's get out of here," I said, as Noelle and I ran out of the room. However, we made one mistake.
We forgot to close the cabinet door.
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At breakfast the next morning, Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Silence please," he said, looking serious.
And the Great Hall became silent, due to the severity in his voice. "What do you think is going on?" I asked Lily quietly. Lily looked quizzically at me, as she shrugged.
"There was a break-in last night. Professor Hoffman's private Potions stores were raided yesterday. Although we do not know what is missing, it is apparent that something of value is. If you have any information, please contact one of the professors. That is all." Professor Dumbledore sat down, and soon talk resumed. I caught Noelle's eye in all the hubbub. Oh, were we in trouble! That is, if we got caught…
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Sirius Black's POV
The battle was on. James was determined to get Lily back (even though he has no proof she was involved in the prank) after being publicly humiliated.
Bella and Jules refused to speak with me, for some absurd reason. This stung a little. Bella was one of my closest friends, and Jules… well, Jules was like my little sister.
But, it was too late to change anything. I would have to go along with James' idea, whatever it may be. After all, he was a fellow Marauder.
His plan wouldn't be 'activated' until May though. He wants to make sure that there is no chance of failure. James always was a bit of a perfectionist. He always had to be the best. That is probably one of the reasons that he and Lily hate each other. They always have to be the best, but they can't, because there are two of them. Kind of like sibling rivalry, without the sibling part.
James' idea was rather cruel. But he had to execute it perfectly; if one thing were to go wrong… It was multi-step. Quite confusing if you ask me. What ever happened to throwing dungbombs, and setting off fireworks? Kids these days, and their newfangled ideas…
I looked in my blue notebook. It served two purposes. One as a prank book. The other was quite confusing.
I would write down everything James did to Lily, and vice versa. And I would also write down their feelings toward each other. Those they want me to know, and those they don't.
It's obvious that they are perfect for each other. I mean, James is a male Lily. And Lily is a male James. They are more alike than they think, in other words…
But for now, they were obsessed with outdoing each other. This was the first stage in all relationships: Denial.
I scribbled down more thoughts into my book, before putting it in my pocket. If James, or Lily for that matter, were to see what I wrote in that blue notebook, they would kill me. Goodbye, Adios, Aveda Kedavra, See ya later Sirius, etc. Which is why I put a charm on it so that they couldn't read it unless I wanted them too. My genius often astounds me.
I stepped out of the Portrait hole, where I met up with the rest of the Marauders. Except for Moony. It was his time of the month, if you know what I mean. Hopefully, you do, or you are incredibly dense.
We walked to the Great Hall when we noticed someone behind us, pretending to be a part of our group. This person was smiling and waving at people as we all walked past them, mouthing things like 'I'm with them'.
I halted, and the person bumped into me.
"What do you think you're doing Pettigrew?" I snarled.
He trembled. "Er, I'm just… you see, it's quite funny… er…"
"Look, why don't you save us the time, and go back with your own kind now. You know, the scum-loving Slytherins?" James asked, fed up with this stupid prat. Quite a nice remark, to someone like him.
Tears welled up in the stout boy's beady eyes, and he ran off, sobbing, and vowing to one day be our friends. We had a good laugh over this. Slytherins and Gryffindors just don't mix. It was a known fact.
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Minnie was still incredibly agitated with me. She had not figured out how to take the detention slips off her walls. They actually painted over them in the Transfiguration classroom. But stubborn Minnie refused to paint her office and living quarters.
And so, feeling remorse for what I and my friends had done, went and made the detention slips disappear. That is, when I covered her whole office and quarters in hot pink paint. This, of course, included her furniture.
"Mr. Black," Minnie began, "Do you know why you are here?" she asked, tight lipped. I almost burst out laughing then. But I decided to play dumb.
"No."
"Well, do you know what you did?" Minnie asked.
"Well, I slept. And then I breathed. And then I ate. And then I breathed again. And I breathed again. And then I…"
"MR. BLACK!" she shouted.
"MRS. MINNIE!" I shouted back.
Minnie growled at me. I growled back.
"ENOUGH!" she shouted. "YOU painted my office and living quarters HOT PINK!"
"NO I DIDN'T! I PAINTED THEM A MIXTURE OF HOT RED AND HOT WHITE!" I shouted back.
"DETENTION!" Minnie screamed.
"Oh, good. Now you can give me my 149th detention, and assign me the work of my 42nd. Minnie, you are rather behind," I tutted.
"GET OUT!" Minnie screamed, pointing at the door. "GET OUT NOW!"
Smiling, I walked to the door. "Minnie, this won't affect our friendship, will it?"
I ran out the door as Minnie threw a shoe at the spot where I had been standing a second earlier.
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Toria Vanter's POV
I have been on my guard ever since I have received that note months ago. Its words echoed throughout the depths of my mind.
'Daddy's coming Home'.
It terrified me, to think that the monster that is my father will try to harm me and my mother. I have been writing Mother two letters a day, sometimes three, to make sure she was all right.
I guess that I am also worried, because Dkembvare keeps coming and coming and coming. Sort of like the Energizer bunny. He just doesn't stop. He is killing again, though not drastically. They are getting closer to my home.
I know that the safest place to be is with Dumbledore. If Voldemort fears him, certainly this Dkembvare person has a little fear of him too. But sometimes, you're just scared.
I know what I want to be when I get older. I want to be an Auror. That way, I can protect the people I care about. My grandmother was an Auror. The best in the world. But she died two years ago. It hurt a lot, because we were close.
She was murdered by Voldemort.
I guess that's another reason I want to be an Auror. I want to help bring him down. I don't want any other person to feel the pain I felt, when a loved one died.
But of course, that isn't going to happen. Voldemort is out there, along with Dkembvare, and the Death Eaters, and they are causing others hurt and pain.
Last week, we moved on to a fourth tapestry.
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My strong suit is not Astronomy. I find it to be a bore. Especially when you can be asleep in your warm bed instead.
Especially since I could read the terror of the stars and planets.
I have had a gift of being able to read the stars, to find a little of the future. I could only do vague readings. I can tell when something bad is going to happen. And when something amazing.
And Jupiter was not in a happy position. There would be terror and death for many years, according to the Centaurian Positioning System (CPS). The CPS is a log, which tells you what will happen when a star or planet is in a certain position. And we were in for some tough times. I could see that the hardest would be for 13. Who the 13 are, I didn't know. And I didn't want to know.
Hard times are ahead. We'll just face them when they come.
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Dkembvare's POV
"So, who would be the best to scout?" I asked, trying to drop my French accent.
"Well, here is a Slytherin. Pure-blooded, and a talented witch. Her name is Noelle Charrier," answered the Death Eater before me.
"Well, why would she be an asset?"
"We believe that one of the prophecies involves her."
"Really? The prophecies? Maybe she would be a good asset," I mused, running a hand through my somewhat curly hair.
"And there is a werewolf. Remus Lupin. He would be harder to convert though…"
"I'll give him one week through the exclusive camp," I said, as I threw his picture to the side. "Anyone else?"
"Not at the moment. However, there are people that we must get rid of."
I looked up, halfway amused. "Really? And who might these people be?"
"Well, You-Know-Who would…"
"Call him Voldemort, you imbecile," I drawled.
"Voldemort," he said flinching, "wishes the Barnette kid to be killed as soon as possible. Also, he would like James Potter and Rhiane Richards to be dead. He doesn't care when Potter and Richards are killed though."
"Well, I think that during my Hogwarts attack, I'll just kill the Barnette brat. After all, Voldemort isn't paying me enough to kill everyone else."
"Very well, my Lord," said the Death Eater, before exiting.
Charrier. Where did that name sound familiar? And with reality sinking in, I realized the truth. Charrier is the surname of Destiny. Destiny Charrier. Her daughter would never join the Dark Side. But if the prophecy is true… well, it could be either way. But it isn't likely. She is more likely to kill us, than to join us. If she wants a fight, like her mother did, she will lose, just like her.
"Vanter!" I barked. A Death Eater ran into the room. "Where are the prophecies concerning the fall of the Dark Side?"
Vanter handed me the scrolls of parchment, worn with age. I opened the first one up.
'She shall be the opposite
Of what is thought'.
~Sibyll Trelawney
Oh, this wasn't good… not if this concerned that stupid girl.
Opening another scoll, my heart sank as I read it. Oh, this would be worse…
"Contact Voldemort at once. Tell him we must speak soon. And I mean, it must be soon," I said.
"Very well, my Lord."
This wasn't good. Not good at all…
I didn't really notice the apparition standing next to me, reading the scrolls of prophecies. I would be in less trouble if I did, however. I must learn to be more observant. But I couldn't help that the Veela had me distracted.
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A/N: Well, that's it for today. I hope it's enough for you demanding readers. The one question on everyone's mind: Who is that reappearing apparition? Well, I'm not telling. Anyway, I'm not sure what is going to be in the next chapter. I think that Dkembvare will come. More pranks are coming, but if you have prank ideas, feel free to send them. You will get credit! Um, Sirius is going to break more rules. Noelle and Bella are going to look for a place to concoct their potion. Their Marauders get the idea of being Anamagi. And I think that Voldie might go skiing. I don't know about that. Any suggestions about what Voldemort should do next? Oh, and does anyone know what is Kiana's abnormality yet? I'm just wondering. I don't think I'll officially write it until 3rd Year. 2nd Year is going to be too full. Also, I want a Beta-Reader! Or maybe two. Decisions, Decisions… Well, email me if you are interested, at Luckie7n13@aol.com
~Noelle
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