Never was one for a prissy girl
Coquette, calling for an ambulance
Reach high, doesn't mean she's holy
Just means she's got a cellular handy
Almost brave, almost pregnant
Almost in love, VANILLA
Disclaimer (I haven't written disclaimer in a long time): Phrase 'mock-teasingly' belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien who used it in his startling book "The Hobbit", Lucius Malfoy belong to ME, ME, and only ME, all the characters that you can't find in the wonderful Harry Potter books (written by her Royal Highness JKR) belong to me, and everyone else belong to phenomenal JKR. Without her, this story wouldn't exist.
Admires you: Aetheral Blood
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-"Yes, of course, he hates you" - James said mock-teasingly.
-"Do you have any scepticism in me?" - Ancilla said severely, clutching the copy of the Daily Prophet.
-"I don't know" - James answered sincerely. -"Now Ancilla, be frank to me, I know you for eleven years already, you can tell me, I swear I will tell no one."
She didn't answer. Even though James looked into her eyes for truth, they were ambiguous.
-"So you are?" - he said, harshly. He grabbed her chin over the table. -"Answer me; if you don't answer me I will still know. If you lie to me, I'll know. You can't hide anything from me."
Ancilla stared, silently. Her thinking stopped. She was out of this world. She loved James a lot to let him know something like this about her. He was her best friend, her little annoying pesky pet. If he'd find out she was a Death Eater, would he still even talk to her? He could say as much as he wants that he will tell no one, she knew him too well to overlook the truth.
-"You are, Ancilla. You are a Death Eater. I can't believe. Wait, I can believe indeed, but I don't want to. I appreciate you.
-"All anxiously in you every time they mention anything about the Dark Lord. Barty Crouch not liking you..." - he was talking. He was holding her chin in his hand, as he lowered himself down that his nose was just a centimetre from hers.
-"I didn't want you to know that" - she said. Tears filled her feeble eyes.
-"Ancilla, you are a fiend" - he said quietly. -"Does your father know about this?" - James was straight merciless. He looked at her with detestable, but at the same time appalled stare.
-"He helped me get into this." - She answered solely.
-"Mein Gott! What about your husband? Is he one of you?"
-"Unexpectedly no. But I just wait for a moment for him to turn to Lord Voldemort's side."
-"What about Lucius Malfoy?"
-"I persuaded him to enter it with me. He would do it sooner or later, anyway" - Ancilla said. Tear rolled her fair face. James saw her crying so many time, but never with this kind of frigidness in her core.
-"Who else is involved?" - James snapped at her.
-"I can't tell you" - she said, grabbing his arms, and not letting it go.
-"I asked you a question, I want it answered!"
-"I said I can't tell you" - she was pulling his arm more and more.
-"I must tell the Minister about this. He ought know" - said James, turning around. But she didn't want to let go of his arm. She must influence him to keep his mouth shut.
-"No, James wait" - she hanged herself on him, kneeling, and keeping him close to her.
-"I have nothing to wait for. I believed that you have nothing to do with it. Even though Crouch was trying to convince you, I was on your side. I believed in your naiveté" - James said. He was irate. He was taking this as a personal wound.
-"James, I beg you, please don't tell anyone."
-"No way" - James said. For a mere second, telling James how he said he said he won't tell anyone about her was a good idea, but next it all melted.
But she was a Death Eater. James couldn't believe in this, but she was physically stronger than him. She got up, and pulled him down on the floor, not letting him get up. James dared to do nothing because she drew her wand out.
-"Listen to me James Potter, you will not tell what you just heard to anyone. I don't want to kill you" - she was talking, insanely.
-"Why? Do I mean anything to you? I bet you're planning how to kill me already. I believed in our friendship" - he said, miserably.
-"I'll draw back my wand if you promise me you won't tell anyone about what I just told you" - she said, gravely.
-"I can't promise you that" - James said.
-"Than I must kill you. Please James, I don't want to kill you" - tears begin coming out of her eyes, again.
-"Ancilla" - James started slowly -"I, I value you as a person, and I admire you as a friend, but how could you?"
-"James, I did this as soon as I left Hogwarts" - Ancilla whined.
-"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
-"Now, James, I beg you; please don't tell anyone, and please don't look at me differently than before."
-"But that's impossible" - she let him sit up, and he did so. He sat beside her on a red-velvet sofa.
-"No, it's not. I'm the same person I was before I entered His service" - she said. She forced his arm to hug her.
He looked around, sighing deeply and loudly.
-"Hush. Words are too much sometimes. I need time to think" - James said, cuddling her closed to him, while she closed her eyes and thought about wide rivers webbing the terra firma of Europe.
-"You're so sensitive, James. To be honest, my life would be easier if I had to marry you instead of Calvin" - she turned around to him.
-"I said: hush" - he put an index finger over her mouth. It was a moment of autocratic tranquillity. Moment of homogeneous verity. James felt a reawakening of his years-long desire to kiss her. Desire, quiet, hibernating inside him. Never pronounced to anyone and never tried.
It was not matter of committing an adultery; he loved Lily, but the lust was something far out of his fathom.
Ancilla knew what he wanted. Unpeccably, he wanted same thing. James wanted her. Dissenting view!
Such a sincere look he kept on his face that his intentions were irreproachable. She let his finger slide her chin, her neck, her body, than she kissed him right beside his mouth.
James couldn't wait no more, he kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue into it. His hands spread around Ancilla's slim body, craving her alliance.
There is terrain for sin inside any person, even family-devoted James Potter.
9am, James came back from the work. Lily was sitting in front of the fire, checking things of a list. He pecked her on cheek, and sat at the opposite side of the room where no light could reach.
-"Are you ok? You look grouchy." - Lily asked, benevolently.
-"No" - James asked, ecstatically. Euphoria buzzed his veins, but villainous note conducted his orchestra.
Lily smiled and went back to her work; until a knock interrupted her. She wanted to get up to answer the door but James was faster.
He opened the door. Sirius was outside.
-"Come in" - James said, giving his friend a heartily hug.
-"Oh Sirius, how are you?" - Lily asked, getting up, and kissing him on his cheek.
-"Not so well. Lily, I need to talk to James, you know, it's personal, so if you could..."
-"Use the kitchen" - she cut him. He rolled his eyes, and said: -"Women".
-"What is it, Sirius?" - James asked seriously, sitting at the table. Sirius sat, facing him.
-"Something incensed, my friend" - Sirius frowned. -"I think that I've been proposed to the Dark Side" - he said gravely. Sirius was anon in a classification: genocide state of mind.
-"Don't, please. Just today... well, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you're my best friend. You swear me you'll tell no one?"
-"James, I would be offended if you ever suspected in me" - Sirius said, heartily.
-"I know who's a Death Eater. I got a compact sacrament, absolute confession."
-"Who?" - Sirius glanced, eagerly.
-"Ancilla Deitrich and Lucius Malfoy."
-"So romantic" - sneered Sirius.
-"She told me that just after we made love." - James said, sullenly.
-"Come again" - Sirius eyed him, untrustworthy.
-"Just what you heard" - James sighed, inclining his head, looking heavenwards (well, ceiling-wards).
-"Idiot! HOW COULD YOU BE SUCH AN IMBECILE?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR LOVELY WIF-..." - James spoke suddenly and vehemently but James succeed to run over, and shove a hand over his mouth.
-"Shut up" - he hissed.
-"Fuck you, James Potter, Lily is a wonderful person, you couldn't have done that to her?" - Sirius was really impulsive person. Bad-tempered, everyone knew that.
-"No, fuck you, I didn't expect this from you, Sirius. I though you will understand. It was a mistake" - James said.
-"It was a mistake, ok, can happen to everyone. But you don't seem like it was mistake. I know you James Potter, you just can't go over some things can't you?" - said Sirius.
-"You are right. I can't."
James had his voice marked. Sirius' angry face turned milder as he kept staring at James. James had something special inside him, he was highly charismatic person. Born when the Sun was in Cancer he was vigorous. He was of capricious nature, but he had strong ties for family and friends. He wouldn't let them down.
With no word, Sirius bent over, and hugged James.
-"I can't be mad at you" - he clapped his hand on his shoulder.
Crouch Jr found out that he was pretty good at the Dark Arts. Severus' ego was hurt when he found that Crouch was doing some of the Dark Arts that he wasn't able in his age.
-"You're doing well with basics, Barty" - Severus changed the formal "Crouch" to Barty.
-"Thank you" - replied Barty, putting his wand back.
-"Don't thank me" - Severus said.
Their session finished. In classes, Severus was quite gentle to Barty, and Barty favoured Severus as his favourite teacher. He was also on the top of the class in Potions now.
-"What are we doing next time?" - Barty asked eagerly.
-"We'll be building up in levels from what we did today, and previous classes" - Severus said, rearranging papers on his table. Barty clearly knew it's time for his to go now; the class it over.
The door were ajar, he was about to exit the dungeon.
-"I see you on Friday, same time" - Severus said just before Barty was gone Back to his dormitory. Barty comprehended this. For a bare second he thought about writing his father what is happening to him. But that seemed bad idea. Crouch Sr would freak out knowing his son is learning the Dark Arts. Barty knew that his father doesn't like Professor Severus much, either. He overheard him telling his mother how Hogwarts could use some decent faculty, for a change. Nevertheless, Barty wasn't sure if his father would even spare a moment to read something from him.
'Nay', Barty thought.
-"I'm repelled of the Dark Arts! If you ask me, my son would never even consider learning something like that" - Crouch was talking to the audience of Ministry wizards and witches. It was another meeting, held in the mosque shaped chamber of the Ministry building. Ancilla sent a gracious smile over to Lucius as a respond to what Crouch just said. Lucius responded, sending her a sensitive kiss. It was cabalism how no one noticed it.
James wasn't with her. He found that is much more fun doing something else than attending one more of the MoM meetings. Like reading the various Quidditch magazines at the safety of Azkeban office.
-"I am shocked that annihilation of the You-Know-Who's clan is getting power" - Crouch snapped, scanning over the room for the people he suspected. -"They are here; some of them are here in this room. I can confirm that."
-"Bartemius" - the Minister cut in, -"we all agreed that those alarmings are something we don't need at all. Please continue, but I am warning you for the last time that I don't want to hear any of your biased and egotistical opinions."
-"I'm sorry Minister. I will swear here, in front of the Ministry, witnesses, and God. Dark Arts are heresy. In this unorthodox ambience we can't ask for clarity and sinlessness. But we can try and be as rational as much as it's possible. That's all I have to say."
-"Hah!" - it slipped to Ancilla to exclaim loudly and mockingly.
-"You could try and explain us what that means, Deitrich?" - the Minister asked. He never liked her much.
-"Never mind" - she said, he eyes leeringly fixed on Crouch.
-"You are scorning me Ancilla" - Crouch said, quietly.
-"Me? Scorning you? That would be hilarious. But, you can have it your own way Crouch" - she moved her eyebrows.
-"How was it?" - James asked tauntingly when Ancilla got into her office. She found his sitting in her chair, with his legs on her desk, crossed. He seemed to have forgot everything about her being a Death Eater. He never mentioned it.
-"Governor" - Ancilla said teasingly, went over to her chair, and with already demonstrated on James extraordinary strength pushed him out. When he was on the floor, on his knees, she sat down, and crossed her legs.
-"Aren't you going to tell me what happened at the rendezvous of idiots?" - James asked, eagerly sitting in his real chair, opposite of hers.
-"Crouch is going coo-coo" - Ancilla answered bitingly.
-"Predictable" - James said, coolly.
-"He suspects me" - Ancilla leaned over to James, putting her hand on the table. James covered her hand with his.
-"I don't blame him" - he said in childish tattletale voice.
-"Honey, I think you're hyperbolise certain things" - she said, curtly.
-"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't approve what you've got yourself into. You're young, pretty, and clever" - he said concerned tone of voice, gripping her hand.
-"I'm also unhappy with my life that I have to spent with a man I utterly detest" - she responded with anxious glance.
-"You're ruining your life" - he said.
There were doomed articles of his mental balance that yearned for to be constantly beside her.
-"I want to help you. If you ever need someone to talk to, but I mean, really talk to, you can always find me. I will be there for you" - he looked frankly into her non-transparent eyes. Her eyes reflected happiness. He haven't seen that happiness before.
-"Thank you" - she said. She was gorgeous when she was happy.
Press conference. Crouch was talking to the public inside the colossal auditorium. It was opened for the public, but mainly, journalists from all over the world where attending.
-"Hello ladies and gentlemen; I am here today to talk about problems in out society. One of the enormous dilemma of today is You-Know-Who and his science of government. He invaded our realm. He had sassily taken away all the doctrinal divergence. His hierarchy is set in a simple fashion: he is on the top, and the rest of the pests and rodents circling around him, craving for some attention of self-proclaimed Biggest Dark Wizard of the era. He wants to be a dictator of absolute political anarchy, chaos, turmoil.
-"Fools are the ones that join him. Fools are the one that believe in his regime! We have to stand united against the heresy! We have to be mentally strong to outstand all the attacks of anti-adherence.
He looked around the room. Everyone was listening.
-"Questions. Yes, you?"
-"Hello, I'm Lily Potter of the Daily Prophet. What are you doing to prevent all this, as you call 'heresy?"
-"A lot of things. Number of them is highly confidential. But I am fighting to get anyone that could be affiliated with this clan on the court. Other questions?"
-"Quintus Poopy-Poo of Witch Weekly, could you tell us the name of the people that you suspect might be involved into You-Know-Who's circle?"
-"I have a list of people that I suspect, but I can tell nothing for sure because I would not like to rattle on anyone (aka Minister of Magic threatened me not to say anything). That would be low. But you'll find out that informations and lists of people as soon as the trials start. Some of them will be open to the public but the other ones you will have to have a good reason to attend. Next question, please?"
-"Hi, Rodenta Pestificus of Hogsmeade Times, I heard that lot of people at the Ministry disagree with your measures and your regime. What do you have to say about that?"
-"I want everything superlative for our wizarding kind. At some time, they will realise how right I was. Anymore question?"
Horde of journalists drizzled him with other questions about everything they could possible think of. When he was sick of the obnoxious and repugnant things he finished the conference.
Another Lord Voldemort's demand to see his conscientious apostles. He didn't matter the status quo in ministry's happenings, they had to report to him. His autocracy was starting to get everyone nauseous.
They usual meeting place was some sort of burial ground. Voldemort like cemetires. He thought they were idyllic.
They apparated one by one. Voldemort turned his back to them, and when he turned around they were all neatly standing in a circle.
-"My Death Eaters" - said he, sneering maliciously, but somewhat glad to see them. -"My scions... I have a threat for you today. We will be killing more Muggles. I want to consider this matter with only a few of you, the other ones don't get the treat this time. Malfoy you stay, Macnair you stay, Severus you stay, Deitrich you stay..." - he stopped per a second, pensively. -"That's it, everyone else, dismissed."
The Dark Lord called them closer.
-"I picked four of you for a simple reason, you grew together, know each other, interact with each other, have some special sacred love to share" - this last thing he pronounced mockingly. -"Yes, my dead Ancilla, I know about you and Lucius. I see your minds."
This is a meagre moment when Ancilla was shaking because her heart beats were so cumbrous.
-"I need four bodies of dead Muggles. Do it tonight. I want to see them before 24h. Dismissed."
Severus found out that it was the night where he tutors Crouch. He let Lucius, Ancilla, and Walden plot it all how will they do it, and apparated to the Hogwarts. When he entered his dungeon Barty was already there, waiting for him.
-"I'm sorry for being late" - was only thing Severus uttered. They begin with their teachings.
The class went over very quickly. In no time Severus was sitting down at table with Crouch, wanting to have a conversation.
-"Bartemius, do you know how much talent you have in you?" - he asked, his eyes blazing the inferno of hell. -"With your iconoclastic powers I don't know where would I be now. I have nothing against your father, but some of my friends who work in the Ministry really find his indoctrination annoying."
-"I'm not mad at you if you say that. I hate him sometimes" - Barty said, peacefully.
-"Really?" - Severus said, cunningly. Barty nodded his hand. He realised it wasn't very nice what he just said.
-"But I don't hate him always. Just in sequences" - it was obvious that this was not true.
-"How would you like getting him back for everything? Despite for what he'd done to you, the way he forsaken you from all the love and attention. You can vindicate that. In pique to him... it's an offer..." - Severus watched him, slyly.
-"What do you mean?" - asked Barty zealously.
-"There is a thing you father anathematise a lot. That would really give him --; well lets just say that he would be... happy" - Severus said, and let the perplexed boy behind.
Coquette, calling for an ambulance
Reach high, doesn't mean she's holy
Just means she's got a cellular handy
Almost brave, almost pregnant
Almost in love, VANILLA
Disclaimer (I haven't written disclaimer in a long time): Phrase 'mock-teasingly' belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien who used it in his startling book "The Hobbit", Lucius Malfoy belong to ME, ME, and only ME, all the characters that you can't find in the wonderful Harry Potter books (written by her Royal Highness JKR) belong to me, and everyone else belong to phenomenal JKR. Without her, this story wouldn't exist.
Admires you: Aetheral Blood
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-"Yes, of course, he hates you" - James said mock-teasingly.
-"Do you have any scepticism in me?" - Ancilla said severely, clutching the copy of the Daily Prophet.
-"I don't know" - James answered sincerely. -"Now Ancilla, be frank to me, I know you for eleven years already, you can tell me, I swear I will tell no one."
She didn't answer. Even though James looked into her eyes for truth, they were ambiguous.
-"So you are?" - he said, harshly. He grabbed her chin over the table. -"Answer me; if you don't answer me I will still know. If you lie to me, I'll know. You can't hide anything from me."
Ancilla stared, silently. Her thinking stopped. She was out of this world. She loved James a lot to let him know something like this about her. He was her best friend, her little annoying pesky pet. If he'd find out she was a Death Eater, would he still even talk to her? He could say as much as he wants that he will tell no one, she knew him too well to overlook the truth.
-"You are, Ancilla. You are a Death Eater. I can't believe. Wait, I can believe indeed, but I don't want to. I appreciate you.
-"All anxiously in you every time they mention anything about the Dark Lord. Barty Crouch not liking you..." - he was talking. He was holding her chin in his hand, as he lowered himself down that his nose was just a centimetre from hers.
-"I didn't want you to know that" - she said. Tears filled her feeble eyes.
-"Ancilla, you are a fiend" - he said quietly. -"Does your father know about this?" - James was straight merciless. He looked at her with detestable, but at the same time appalled stare.
-"He helped me get into this." - She answered solely.
-"Mein Gott! What about your husband? Is he one of you?"
-"Unexpectedly no. But I just wait for a moment for him to turn to Lord Voldemort's side."
-"What about Lucius Malfoy?"
-"I persuaded him to enter it with me. He would do it sooner or later, anyway" - Ancilla said. Tear rolled her fair face. James saw her crying so many time, but never with this kind of frigidness in her core.
-"Who else is involved?" - James snapped at her.
-"I can't tell you" - she said, grabbing his arms, and not letting it go.
-"I asked you a question, I want it answered!"
-"I said I can't tell you" - she was pulling his arm more and more.
-"I must tell the Minister about this. He ought know" - said James, turning around. But she didn't want to let go of his arm. She must influence him to keep his mouth shut.
-"No, James wait" - she hanged herself on him, kneeling, and keeping him close to her.
-"I have nothing to wait for. I believed that you have nothing to do with it. Even though Crouch was trying to convince you, I was on your side. I believed in your naiveté" - James said. He was irate. He was taking this as a personal wound.
-"James, I beg you, please don't tell anyone."
-"No way" - James said. For a mere second, telling James how he said he said he won't tell anyone about her was a good idea, but next it all melted.
But she was a Death Eater. James couldn't believe in this, but she was physically stronger than him. She got up, and pulled him down on the floor, not letting him get up. James dared to do nothing because she drew her wand out.
-"Listen to me James Potter, you will not tell what you just heard to anyone. I don't want to kill you" - she was talking, insanely.
-"Why? Do I mean anything to you? I bet you're planning how to kill me already. I believed in our friendship" - he said, miserably.
-"I'll draw back my wand if you promise me you won't tell anyone about what I just told you" - she said, gravely.
-"I can't promise you that" - James said.
-"Than I must kill you. Please James, I don't want to kill you" - tears begin coming out of her eyes, again.
-"Ancilla" - James started slowly -"I, I value you as a person, and I admire you as a friend, but how could you?"
-"James, I did this as soon as I left Hogwarts" - Ancilla whined.
-"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
-"Now, James, I beg you; please don't tell anyone, and please don't look at me differently than before."
-"But that's impossible" - she let him sit up, and he did so. He sat beside her on a red-velvet sofa.
-"No, it's not. I'm the same person I was before I entered His service" - she said. She forced his arm to hug her.
He looked around, sighing deeply and loudly.
-"Hush. Words are too much sometimes. I need time to think" - James said, cuddling her closed to him, while she closed her eyes and thought about wide rivers webbing the terra firma of Europe.
-"You're so sensitive, James. To be honest, my life would be easier if I had to marry you instead of Calvin" - she turned around to him.
-"I said: hush" - he put an index finger over her mouth. It was a moment of autocratic tranquillity. Moment of homogeneous verity. James felt a reawakening of his years-long desire to kiss her. Desire, quiet, hibernating inside him. Never pronounced to anyone and never tried.
It was not matter of committing an adultery; he loved Lily, but the lust was something far out of his fathom.
Ancilla knew what he wanted. Unpeccably, he wanted same thing. James wanted her. Dissenting view!
Such a sincere look he kept on his face that his intentions were irreproachable. She let his finger slide her chin, her neck, her body, than she kissed him right beside his mouth.
James couldn't wait no more, he kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue into it. His hands spread around Ancilla's slim body, craving her alliance.
There is terrain for sin inside any person, even family-devoted James Potter.
9am, James came back from the work. Lily was sitting in front of the fire, checking things of a list. He pecked her on cheek, and sat at the opposite side of the room where no light could reach.
-"Are you ok? You look grouchy." - Lily asked, benevolently.
-"No" - James asked, ecstatically. Euphoria buzzed his veins, but villainous note conducted his orchestra.
Lily smiled and went back to her work; until a knock interrupted her. She wanted to get up to answer the door but James was faster.
He opened the door. Sirius was outside.
-"Come in" - James said, giving his friend a heartily hug.
-"Oh Sirius, how are you?" - Lily asked, getting up, and kissing him on his cheek.
-"Not so well. Lily, I need to talk to James, you know, it's personal, so if you could..."
-"Use the kitchen" - she cut him. He rolled his eyes, and said: -"Women".
-"What is it, Sirius?" - James asked seriously, sitting at the table. Sirius sat, facing him.
-"Something incensed, my friend" - Sirius frowned. -"I think that I've been proposed to the Dark Side" - he said gravely. Sirius was anon in a classification: genocide state of mind.
-"Don't, please. Just today... well, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you're my best friend. You swear me you'll tell no one?"
-"James, I would be offended if you ever suspected in me" - Sirius said, heartily.
-"I know who's a Death Eater. I got a compact sacrament, absolute confession."
-"Who?" - Sirius glanced, eagerly.
-"Ancilla Deitrich and Lucius Malfoy."
-"So romantic" - sneered Sirius.
-"She told me that just after we made love." - James said, sullenly.
-"Come again" - Sirius eyed him, untrustworthy.
-"Just what you heard" - James sighed, inclining his head, looking heavenwards (well, ceiling-wards).
-"Idiot! HOW COULD YOU BE SUCH AN IMBECILE?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR LOVELY WIF-..." - James spoke suddenly and vehemently but James succeed to run over, and shove a hand over his mouth.
-"Shut up" - he hissed.
-"Fuck you, James Potter, Lily is a wonderful person, you couldn't have done that to her?" - Sirius was really impulsive person. Bad-tempered, everyone knew that.
-"No, fuck you, I didn't expect this from you, Sirius. I though you will understand. It was a mistake" - James said.
-"It was a mistake, ok, can happen to everyone. But you don't seem like it was mistake. I know you James Potter, you just can't go over some things can't you?" - said Sirius.
-"You are right. I can't."
James had his voice marked. Sirius' angry face turned milder as he kept staring at James. James had something special inside him, he was highly charismatic person. Born when the Sun was in Cancer he was vigorous. He was of capricious nature, but he had strong ties for family and friends. He wouldn't let them down.
With no word, Sirius bent over, and hugged James.
-"I can't be mad at you" - he clapped his hand on his shoulder.
Crouch Jr found out that he was pretty good at the Dark Arts. Severus' ego was hurt when he found that Crouch was doing some of the Dark Arts that he wasn't able in his age.
-"You're doing well with basics, Barty" - Severus changed the formal "Crouch" to Barty.
-"Thank you" - replied Barty, putting his wand back.
-"Don't thank me" - Severus said.
Their session finished. In classes, Severus was quite gentle to Barty, and Barty favoured Severus as his favourite teacher. He was also on the top of the class in Potions now.
-"What are we doing next time?" - Barty asked eagerly.
-"We'll be building up in levels from what we did today, and previous classes" - Severus said, rearranging papers on his table. Barty clearly knew it's time for his to go now; the class it over.
The door were ajar, he was about to exit the dungeon.
-"I see you on Friday, same time" - Severus said just before Barty was gone Back to his dormitory. Barty comprehended this. For a bare second he thought about writing his father what is happening to him. But that seemed bad idea. Crouch Sr would freak out knowing his son is learning the Dark Arts. Barty knew that his father doesn't like Professor Severus much, either. He overheard him telling his mother how Hogwarts could use some decent faculty, for a change. Nevertheless, Barty wasn't sure if his father would even spare a moment to read something from him.
'Nay', Barty thought.
-"I'm repelled of the Dark Arts! If you ask me, my son would never even consider learning something like that" - Crouch was talking to the audience of Ministry wizards and witches. It was another meeting, held in the mosque shaped chamber of the Ministry building. Ancilla sent a gracious smile over to Lucius as a respond to what Crouch just said. Lucius responded, sending her a sensitive kiss. It was cabalism how no one noticed it.
James wasn't with her. He found that is much more fun doing something else than attending one more of the MoM meetings. Like reading the various Quidditch magazines at the safety of Azkeban office.
-"I am shocked that annihilation of the You-Know-Who's clan is getting power" - Crouch snapped, scanning over the room for the people he suspected. -"They are here; some of them are here in this room. I can confirm that."
-"Bartemius" - the Minister cut in, -"we all agreed that those alarmings are something we don't need at all. Please continue, but I am warning you for the last time that I don't want to hear any of your biased and egotistical opinions."
-"I'm sorry Minister. I will swear here, in front of the Ministry, witnesses, and God. Dark Arts are heresy. In this unorthodox ambience we can't ask for clarity and sinlessness. But we can try and be as rational as much as it's possible. That's all I have to say."
-"Hah!" - it slipped to Ancilla to exclaim loudly and mockingly.
-"You could try and explain us what that means, Deitrich?" - the Minister asked. He never liked her much.
-"Never mind" - she said, he eyes leeringly fixed on Crouch.
-"You are scorning me Ancilla" - Crouch said, quietly.
-"Me? Scorning you? That would be hilarious. But, you can have it your own way Crouch" - she moved her eyebrows.
-"How was it?" - James asked tauntingly when Ancilla got into her office. She found his sitting in her chair, with his legs on her desk, crossed. He seemed to have forgot everything about her being a Death Eater. He never mentioned it.
-"Governor" - Ancilla said teasingly, went over to her chair, and with already demonstrated on James extraordinary strength pushed him out. When he was on the floor, on his knees, she sat down, and crossed her legs.
-"Aren't you going to tell me what happened at the rendezvous of idiots?" - James asked, eagerly sitting in his real chair, opposite of hers.
-"Crouch is going coo-coo" - Ancilla answered bitingly.
-"Predictable" - James said, coolly.
-"He suspects me" - Ancilla leaned over to James, putting her hand on the table. James covered her hand with his.
-"I don't blame him" - he said in childish tattletale voice.
-"Honey, I think you're hyperbolise certain things" - she said, curtly.
-"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't approve what you've got yourself into. You're young, pretty, and clever" - he said concerned tone of voice, gripping her hand.
-"I'm also unhappy with my life that I have to spent with a man I utterly detest" - she responded with anxious glance.
-"You're ruining your life" - he said.
There were doomed articles of his mental balance that yearned for to be constantly beside her.
-"I want to help you. If you ever need someone to talk to, but I mean, really talk to, you can always find me. I will be there for you" - he looked frankly into her non-transparent eyes. Her eyes reflected happiness. He haven't seen that happiness before.
-"Thank you" - she said. She was gorgeous when she was happy.
Press conference. Crouch was talking to the public inside the colossal auditorium. It was opened for the public, but mainly, journalists from all over the world where attending.
-"Hello ladies and gentlemen; I am here today to talk about problems in out society. One of the enormous dilemma of today is You-Know-Who and his science of government. He invaded our realm. He had sassily taken away all the doctrinal divergence. His hierarchy is set in a simple fashion: he is on the top, and the rest of the pests and rodents circling around him, craving for some attention of self-proclaimed Biggest Dark Wizard of the era. He wants to be a dictator of absolute political anarchy, chaos, turmoil.
-"Fools are the ones that join him. Fools are the one that believe in his regime! We have to stand united against the heresy! We have to be mentally strong to outstand all the attacks of anti-adherence.
He looked around the room. Everyone was listening.
-"Questions. Yes, you?"
-"Hello, I'm Lily Potter of the Daily Prophet. What are you doing to prevent all this, as you call 'heresy?"
-"A lot of things. Number of them is highly confidential. But I am fighting to get anyone that could be affiliated with this clan on the court. Other questions?"
-"Quintus Poopy-Poo of Witch Weekly, could you tell us the name of the people that you suspect might be involved into You-Know-Who's circle?"
-"I have a list of people that I suspect, but I can tell nothing for sure because I would not like to rattle on anyone (aka Minister of Magic threatened me not to say anything). That would be low. But you'll find out that informations and lists of people as soon as the trials start. Some of them will be open to the public but the other ones you will have to have a good reason to attend. Next question, please?"
-"Hi, Rodenta Pestificus of Hogsmeade Times, I heard that lot of people at the Ministry disagree with your measures and your regime. What do you have to say about that?"
-"I want everything superlative for our wizarding kind. At some time, they will realise how right I was. Anymore question?"
Horde of journalists drizzled him with other questions about everything they could possible think of. When he was sick of the obnoxious and repugnant things he finished the conference.
Another Lord Voldemort's demand to see his conscientious apostles. He didn't matter the status quo in ministry's happenings, they had to report to him. His autocracy was starting to get everyone nauseous.
They usual meeting place was some sort of burial ground. Voldemort like cemetires. He thought they were idyllic.
They apparated one by one. Voldemort turned his back to them, and when he turned around they were all neatly standing in a circle.
-"My Death Eaters" - said he, sneering maliciously, but somewhat glad to see them. -"My scions... I have a threat for you today. We will be killing more Muggles. I want to consider this matter with only a few of you, the other ones don't get the treat this time. Malfoy you stay, Macnair you stay, Severus you stay, Deitrich you stay..." - he stopped per a second, pensively. -"That's it, everyone else, dismissed."
The Dark Lord called them closer.
-"I picked four of you for a simple reason, you grew together, know each other, interact with each other, have some special sacred love to share" - this last thing he pronounced mockingly. -"Yes, my dead Ancilla, I know about you and Lucius. I see your minds."
This is a meagre moment when Ancilla was shaking because her heart beats were so cumbrous.
-"I need four bodies of dead Muggles. Do it tonight. I want to see them before 24h. Dismissed."
Severus found out that it was the night where he tutors Crouch. He let Lucius, Ancilla, and Walden plot it all how will they do it, and apparated to the Hogwarts. When he entered his dungeon Barty was already there, waiting for him.
-"I'm sorry for being late" - was only thing Severus uttered. They begin with their teachings.
The class went over very quickly. In no time Severus was sitting down at table with Crouch, wanting to have a conversation.
-"Bartemius, do you know how much talent you have in you?" - he asked, his eyes blazing the inferno of hell. -"With your iconoclastic powers I don't know where would I be now. I have nothing against your father, but some of my friends who work in the Ministry really find his indoctrination annoying."
-"I'm not mad at you if you say that. I hate him sometimes" - Barty said, peacefully.
-"Really?" - Severus said, cunningly. Barty nodded his hand. He realised it wasn't very nice what he just said.
-"But I don't hate him always. Just in sequences" - it was obvious that this was not true.
-"How would you like getting him back for everything? Despite for what he'd done to you, the way he forsaken you from all the love and attention. You can vindicate that. In pique to him... it's an offer..." - Severus watched him, slyly.
-"What do you mean?" - asked Barty zealously.
-"There is a thing you father anathematise a lot. That would really give him --; well lets just say that he would be... happy" - Severus said, and let the perplexed boy behind.
