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(Author's Note: Oh my goodness guys, I am so sorry I haven't written this chapter sooner. I was grounded this whole week 'cause my brother and I didn't fix up my dad's room. So sorry! Well, here it is and I'll try my best to write another one really quick but I'm kind of busy this weekend. No matter, I'll squeeze the time in. I'm hoping to finish this soon. Though I've said it's almost done. This is kind of like two stories in one and I've started the second plot. The third I think is in the end of this one and the fourth is in the sequel. Others will be in that one too with old characters and new! Well, I'll shut up now, later babes and stay crunk with lotsa love from Sea Chelle!)
Chapter Thirty Two
James blanched. Gwen? What were they talking about? How did Gwen have anything to do with all this?
Voldemort looked at Janice and Rick thoughtfully. "Very smart, it is always very good to have inside help. Though, she isn't our only servant there, is she?" The two of them shook their heads. "Where is this Gwendolyn at the moment?"
"She's at school, sire," said Janice. "But she's leading the rest of the group here like you ordered last week. You wanted more servants in Hogwarts." Voldemort nodded with an evil smile playing on his lips.
"Wonderful. This is all going exactly according to my plans," he said and sighed inwardly. "Bring the children back to the tower. I'd like to be on my own. Later we shall have the Seer see for us."
Requillo carried Lily and led James back to their tower. He set her down and whispered, "Enervate." Lily awoke with a start and blinked her eyes open. The first person she saw was Requillo. His dark hair fell over his eyes and he brushed it back. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked with something like worry in his voice. James considered this but kept it in the back of his mind as he crawled over to sit next to Lily. He helped her sit up.
Lily's mind triggered with recognition. "I've seen you somewhere before!" she exclaimed.
Requillo blinked at her in confusion and took a step back. "Where?"
"I-I'm not sure…" she trailed off thoughtfully.
He shook his head and raised his wand into the air. He muttered a chant and then looked at the both of them. "Show no affection to each other, or Voldemort will see. If he finds out you care for one another, he will take her away and make you do what he says or else he'll harm her," he said, directing his statements to James, who nodded. "I'm leaving now, I'll check up on you both later." With that, he walked away.
Requillo walked out of the portal and closed it. Janice and Rick looked at him so he sent them both a glare. He strolled to his quarters. When his door was shut, he muttered the same chant he had earlier in the tower with Lily and James as to keep everything he did and said private. Slowly, he stepped onto the ledge of his window and out onto the room. There he sat, holding in his hand a crystal ball and his wand. He whispered a secret chant passed on from generation to generation in his family. "Chantebra Lengorio." The crystal lit up with a bright radiance of brilliant colors. In the orb, six figures could be seen. Their procession stopped.
~*~
"We don't know where we're going," said Gwen, irritated with fatigue.
Peter looked at her. "Do any of you know where You-Know-Who's hide out is?"
Remus gave him a look. "If we did, the ministry would too and Voldemort would be defeated by now."
Peter grinned sheepishly. "I didn't think of that."
Lydia sighed. "Maybe we should go back. Maybe we should let Professor Dumbledore-," but Sirius cut her off.
"Dumbledore doesn't do anything, it's up to us. Come on."
~*~
Requillo said "Chantebra Lengorio" again and there was another flash of light. "Slytherin Castle, they're at Slytherin Castle."
~*~
"Sirius," Hallie said, "Sirius, did you hear that?"
He looked back at her. "Hear what?"
And then it came again. "Slytherin Castle. Go to Slytherin Castle."
She tightened her grip on Sirius waist. "Did you hear it now?" she asked.
He nodded and looked at the others who were looking at him for some sort of command. He shrugged. "What could it hurt? We're on a wild goose chase as it is. Let's go." And they took off towards Slytherin Castle.
~*~
Requillo saw them pick up the pace and change their course. He sighed. What was he doing? He had defied Voldemort before, but had never gone against him. Just what was he doing?
He crawled back into his luxurious room and paced. His wife, what was his wife's name again? It had come back to him earlier, but now he just forgot it.
"Cassandra," he muttered. Yes, that was her name. So beautiful…but she was in the world no longer. Voldemort had ridded her of life. A surge of hatred ran through him. Voldemort rids lots of people from life, he remembered. And his daughter's name…that he could not remember. He sighed again but in aggravation. She was lost to him too.
For quite a while, he sat there in his room and suddenly remembered to take the protective curse of his room. Immediately, the call from his master was felt on the mark upon his arm. He sat up and touched it gingerly. The black mark faded slowly as did the pain. Putting up his blank expression on his face to block out his feelings, he strolled into the grand hall where Voldemort sat. "Bring in the boy, it's time." Requillo turned on his heels without bowing.
Slowly, he made his way to the high tower and opened the portal. Once inside, he saw Lily and James on either sides of the room. "Time to get up now, James," said Requillo. He glanced at Lily. "I suppose you won't be here when I bring him back, but remember, avoid the great hall on the first floor just in front of the entrance," he told her. She looked at him in question but he shook his head. "You'll know what I mean later. Now, come, James, Voldemort's waiting."
As they descended down the long spiral staircase, James looked at the man. "Why do you call him Voldemort and not master or You-Know-Who?" he wondered.
The boy could have sword a small smile appeared upon the man's face. Requillo looked at him for a short moment before looking ahead once again. "For the same reason you call him by his true name," was the simple reply.
He sent a grin to Requillo who sent something like one back to him. Why did he call Voldemort by his real name and not You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named like so many others?
Because James was not afraid of him.
~*~
Lily sat, holding her knees to her chest and praying for someway that she could help James. Her rescue came. Upon hearing voices, she shot up and looked out the window to see a group of riders advancing on Slytherin Castle. She yelled and waved her hands trying to signal them to her.
Lydia yawned and rubbed her eyes tiredly. When she opened them again, she caught sight of red hair. She suddenly gasped. "It's Lily! Look! There she is!" she exclaimed, pointing to the tower. Everyone's heads turned to where Lily was. She sighed with a relieved smile on her face as they soared in through the window.
Hallie jumped off the broom in the rush and ran up to hug her friend. "Oh, dear Lord, are you all right? If they hurt you at all in any way I'll-," but Lily laughed and hugged her again.
"I'm fine."
Sirius looked all around. "Where's James?" he asked suddenly. The happy reunion quickly ended.
Lily bit down on her lip. "They took him. A man, he-he took James to…to Voldemort."
Hallie looked at the boy. His eyes gleamed slightly as if they had their own fire that was now burning ferociously and cautiously, she took a step back. He got back on his broom. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Let's go get him."
~*~
"You don't seem all that bad, Requillo," said James after a short silence.
"Who said my name was Requillo?" the man asked back
James grinned. "Voldemort called you that." Requillo shrugged. "Don't try to change the subject. You're not as bad as people think you are, are you?"
Requillo looked at him with a raised brow. "What makes you say that?"
It was James' turn to shrug. "You just don't seem like you are. There are descriptions of you in the paper sometimes, and it tells of the things you do, but you never do something out right. I don't think you've ever killed someone."
"Who told you that?" the man questioned suddenly. There was a sharp edge to his voice and it ended in a higher tone that made James know he had hit a weak spot.
"Er-I-I-well, you just-you just don't strike me as a murderer," was the reply. Requillo's lips formed a strait and white line and he was paler than usually. James decided he should close his mouth. They had arrived back at the great hall.
Voldemort sat on his throne-like chair with the air of a man with almighty power. With the snap of his hands he had Requillo at his side and James in front of him. Two more servants came in with a cup of wine and a wash cloth. "Drink the wine," he commanded James. The boy looked at the cup shoved under his nose. It was crimson colored and shimmered with tiny specks of light.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Drink it!" ordered Voldemort with impatience. James shot a look at Requillo who gave the slightest of nods. He gulped it down but found that it was a satisfying and quenching all at once. The taste was sweet yet bitter. When he finished, he blinked rapidly to clear the reddish haze clouding his vision. Voldemort had a small smile upon his face as Requillo looked worriedly at the boy who swayed on his spot.
"Upon the rising of the whole moon
Shall the evil one meet his end,
The hero and his flower will be betrayed,
By none other than he whom they called their friend."
Requillo shuddered involuntarily at the monotone voice of the young boy. The whites of his eyes showed and James' head fell onto his chair. Voldemort stood with excitement bright in his eyes. "Is it done? What's happened?" he asked at once. A man from the shadows walked out. He was cloaked from head to toe so none could see his face or any other part of him.
"Patience," said a voice from below that gloomy hood. Voldemort sent him an irritated look, but looked back at James. James' head suddenly shot up and his pale blue eyes blazed with red and black.
"The night will come when he will return,
A death a sorrow two hands become one,
The hero, the old, the man of grace,
Will come again to meet with his son."
James' eyes rolled up and he fell into an unconscious darkness.
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