part fourteen
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i gave a clump of new chapters a few days back all in one go, so here's the rest- starting with where i left off.. well.. kinda... hols- this is remus central- its for youuu! where has he been for the past few chapters (nudge nudge, wink wink)
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"How is he?"

"Sleeping fitfully." MacNair gave the tossing and turning body of an unconscious Sirius Black a good kick.

"Good." Voldemort smiled to himself. "He is but dreaming... and the other?"

"We lost her... she had...disappeared my lord..."

"I see." Voldemort paced the room. "Well, you have not failed me, as you brought one here to me, I asked for just one. However- you missed a startlingly good opportunity to rid the world of a pesky little witch."

"When do we start the ritual?"

"When the moon is at a half, which i believe is in a days time. The moonhawk must not be disturbed until it is time for the potion to be completed."

Voldemort smiled to himself, "Such sweetness comes forth from the mouth of revenge."

MacNair and Knott shared a "what-the-hell?" look at this.
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"Whaddya mean he's gone?" Edea pounded her fist on the table, making the mug spill its contents.

"He went after you." Remus ran a hand through his hair, "And didn't come back."

"Are you SURE you didn't hear anything?" Professor McGonagall asked Edea

"Howling wind, rain, tree branches snapping, that's about it." Edea shrugged, "No Sirius."

"Ladies and Gentlemen." Dumbledore opened the office door, "Once again i have to say that i am2 the bearer of bad news."

"Oh?" Harry looked up, dearching Dumbledore's face for the worst.

"There were traces of portkey useage in some bushes behind Honeydukes at about the same time as you were in Hogsmeade last night."

"That could have been anybody." McGonagall snapped, "Or Sirius by himself."

"I don't think so." Dumbledore stroked his beard, pensively, "You see Minerva, it had traces of three users, one unconscious."

"How can you tell?" Remus asked quietly, "If one was out cold or not?"

"A portkey can distinguish, and does so by leaving behind its traces, if a person willingly touches the object or not. One of these three did not, and was in no position to." Dumbledore answered, staring out of the window. "Usually, a simple charm can be used to scramble the traces, but these were left intact, which brings me to two possible conclusions."

"They wanted you to know." Edea said thoughtfully, "or were in a hurry, and didn't have enough time to cast the spell which although simple, takes a while to perform."

"Exactly." Dumbledore smiled. "I'm thinking the latter theory is more probable."

"What does he want Sirius for?" Harry almost choked.

"We do not, as yet, know the answer to that particular question, and as Professor Snape cannot possibly go back to scout..."

"Do we know where the portkey went?" Edea asked, "Or at least it's bandwidth."

"All i could tell, was that it was a 58mile portkey, if they walked further from the portkey destination, then i would not be able to tell you."

"Someone get me a map, with all the large settlements and country mansions labelled." Edea said clearing a space on the tabletop by sweeping the contents onto the floor with her arm. "And some string."
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Sirius woke up, and rolled over expecting to see Edea. Needless to say it was a rather large shock to find he was alone in a stone cell. In the corner an oil lamp was burning, casting looming shadows across the room. Everything was blurry, and his head was throbbing.

"What the hell did i have to drink last night." Sirius mumbled to himself, standing up groggily. Then it all came back to him- The argument, Remus being... well... Remus, and the tunnel into Honeydukes.

"Crap." He stated, shaking his head, trying to regain his focus.

"Well, well, well." An icy voice made Sirius stop in his tracks. "Our ever so wonderful friend Sirius Black is here to join our feast, my faithful death eaters... Let us unlock his door and give him a place at our homely table. We would not want our guest to feel left out now would we..."

"YOU!" Sirius pointed at the Voldemort/Wormtail hybrid. "You come near me and i'll pin your vital organs to the ceiling with toothpicks."

"Empty threat, Black." Voldemort shook his head, placing a charm on Sirius to make silver shackles appear on his arms and feet. "Come, you do not want to miss our feast."
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"Edea had marked out a fiftyeight mile circle using the string on her map of Great Britain. Most of the circle lay out to sea, but a small section was on land, South of Hogwarts.

"You see here, there are three large settlements and a mansion close to the boundary." Edea pointed out.

Snape, who had been keeping an unusually low profile since the day before, came forward and scrutinized the map carefully. "That's the Malfoy mansion."

"Bingo." Edea grinned, "Do we have a plan?"

"I have an idea." Harry said quietly. "I know that Crabbe and Goyle- they have a lot of Draco's old Hogwarts stuff in their dorms, if they have any charms surrounding the houses, surely anything of Draco's would also have -like Dumbledore said- traces upon it, so you could work out the charms from there... and break in?"

Dumbledore smiled down on Harry, "That, is a good plan."

"So that gets us in." Remus started pacing. "It'll be guarded, how do we get past them?"

"You're forgetting something." Edea raised an eyebrow at Remus. "Eddiemort is here."

"Huh?" Harry voiced the general confusion of the room.

"Joke. Voldemort- Eddiemort... geddit?" Edea threw up her hands exasperatedly.

"DuCruet, do you think this is a good time to be JOKING around?" Snape spat icily.

"Listen, the tattoo i have may have faded since its overuse in recent events, but it still gives me the advantage... even if its not as good as it was before."

"It fades with use? It gets less effective?" Remus asked quzzically.

"Well, it's been through a lot." Dumbledore shrugged, "But that won't help you fool Voldemort."

"Won't know unless i try." Edea moved over to her trunk and pulled out a long black cloak, with a deep hood. "Death eater Eddiemort is here."

"With a name like that, nobody can take you seriously." Remus almost smiled.

"That's the point. At least, with Eddiemort, Sirius will get the hint that its me, and we have a sort of plan."

"She's getting delusions of grandeur again." Snape sighed heavily, sinking into a chair.

"Harry." Remus suddenly turned to his former student. "Can i ask you a favour?"
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"This is ridiculous." Edea hissed, "I can't see you."

"But i can see you." Remus's voice came from behind her. "Just trust me, i'll be right behind you, i can tread on your cloak if i see danger or something."

"Can you answer me truthfully, am i unhinged?"

"No," Remus laughed, "Not unhinged, just have a lust for danger."

"Okay, that is more easy to come to terms with." Edea held Draco's diary in her hands and passed through the magical wards unharmed, with Remus straight behind her. She hid behind a large oak tree. "Remus, do you know how to fire a gun?"

"OF course." Remus nodded, "Interesting things they are."

Edea handed him a small handgun and loaded the cartridge. "Stay out here. I need you to be able to create a diversion when i have Sirius... If you can manage it, try using a crossbow with flaming arrows, once you've blasted the glass windows. According to Snape, the dining chamber is on the first floor, and it's that large window up there... I'll give a signal, your left hand will turn red if i'm in danger, blue if i need the diversion and green if i want you to run like hell cuz they've seen you."

"Diversion is blue danger red and run like wolf is green, got it." Remus nodded, pulling the hood of his invisibility cloak back over his head. "Good luck."
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Sirius sat in stony silence, watching the Death Eaters congratulate themselves and their master for capturing the elusive Sirius Black, even if he WAS technically free. From the snatches of whispered conversation he could hear, it sounded like they were planning to use him as a sacrifice to separate the hybrid. The door creaked open and another cloaked figure entered the room, Sirius noticed that this figure seemed slightly more nervous.

"Ah," Edea said from under her cloak. "So sorry, my lord... i'll just be er... leaving..." Edea smirked under her hood, she was mimicking the voice of Narcissa Malfoy rather well, and meeting the real Narcissa earlier, tying her up and hiding her in a cupboard had proved rather useful.

"Narcissa, please, do join us." Voldemort sneered. "I'm afraid, the only spare seat is next to this rather obnoxious sacrifice, but no matter. He wont be seated there for long."

Edea peered out from under her hood, nobody could see her face, and they all assumed that nobody would dare impersonate Narcissa. Nobody would dare touch a Malfoy, widow or not. She made her way over to the spare seat with that swagger that Narcissa had.

Sirius rolled his eyes, great. That was all that he needed right now. A ruddy Malfoy. He was taken aback, when the "Malfoy" grabbed his arm under the table and pinched him to attract his attention. The rest of the table was once more busy with drunken gossip and tales of adventure, everyone respected Narcissa, and therefore left 'her' alone.

"What?" Sirius hissed.

'Narcissa' didn't answer, her attention was caught by the conversation turning to Aurors. One in particular.

"Well, as far as I've heard, being from the ministry and all..." MacNair was speaking loudly, and the whole table was listening... "She's right up there with Arabella and Dumbledore..."

"Of course she is." Another one piped up, "Tries it on with ev'ryone classed as male..."

Edea noticed Sirius bristle at this, but suddenly someone asked her, to comment...

"Well, Lady Malfoy, didn't you use to have to share potions classes with the bitch?" One hooded death eater asked sneakily.

"I did. Not that i need or want reminding of it." Edea said as snootily as she could. Even Voldemort/Wormtail had taken notice now, it wasn't like Narcissa to pass up the chance to slag off someone who she disliked. Edea quickly realised this and carried on...
"She used to think she was everything, such a waste of human space... I find it a pity that you failed to capture her, i for one would have personally enjoyed watching the torture."

"Over my dead body." Sirius suddenly growled,

Edea secretly grinned and kept on going... "Oh yes... i forgot about your liasons with that piece of filth. Had names for each other didn't you" The table was crowing with laughter. "What was that you called her when she got angry... Eddiemort.. or something?"

Something in Sirius clicked, nobody knew about the weird names they called each other expect themselves.

"Eddiemort?" Voldemort laughed his highly pitched cackle. "Thinks she is comparable to me, does she?"

"It seems that way." Edea thanked her lucky stars when the topic changed to effective ways of muggle-killing. Sirius was giving her strange looks now.

After about an hour of endless brain-numbing arguments and discussions about traitors and the ministry, Sirius looked down to the shackles on his hands, and found, to his surprise that they were unlocked and at that moment, the same was happening to the siver shackles on his ankles. He looked across at 'Narcissa' with unease.

Remus was startle awake from his dozing when his hand turned blue and started to tingle like he had pins and needles. He picked up the muggle handgun and pointed it at the middle of the large catherdral-esque window of the dining room.

TBC-

nyah!!! itscha cliffie! Well actually its getting a tad too long so i decided to cut it at the most easiest point, which just happened to be here. The cliffie was just a side effect... honest!