A/N: This takes place (still) at the Quidditch World Cup…good thing I
didn't get any angry reviews about Yelena being a death eater…actually…I
didn't get any new reviews at all…**shrugs** strange, eh? Well anyways, I
bring you Chapter 8.
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Just as the match ended, I was about to leave before anyone noticed me, when something grabbed my wrist. I looked down to see a bodiless hand coming from behind the elf. Crouch.
I quickly sat back down. "Crouch! Is it really you?" "Y-yea…" He whispered, sounding like talking was a great effort. Of course it was a great effort! He's under the imperius curse! But he's fighting it…I know it.
"I have an idea." I whispered, grabbing my wand. "Imperio!" I whispered so quietly that not even Crouch could hear me. If my plan worked, Crouch would now be under my control and not someone else's. Hold out your hand. I directed him and he did so. "Yes!" I said, removing the curse. I knew he was free.
"I need your wand." He said suddenly.
My wand? What would Crouch do with it? But suddenly, I saw the boy in front of me. "Steal the boy's. I have a plan. On his way out, grab the boy's wand. I'll fire the dark mark at night and do some muggle torturing. Try to escape."
I felt his grip tighten on my wrist. "No. I'll take his wand, but I will fire the dark mark. You just sit back and watch. This will be…amusing." I could tell, although he was invisible, that Crouch was smiling. I nodded and pulled my wrist out of his grasp as the Quidditch teams came into the top box. "Shhhh!"
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About five hours later, Crouch and I were in the forest. Crouch had succeeded in stealing the boy's wand.
"Come on and do it!" I urged him. "We don't have all night!" "Shut up! They'll hear us." He said, running his hands over the wand.
"Master Barty! Master Barty!" Came a very distressed voice. "Master Barty!!!!" "Shit." Crouch muttered. "It's the elf."
"DO IT NOW!" I hollered. Crouch pointed the wand into the air and said the spell; "MORSMORDRE!" I quickly threw the invisibility cloak over his body and ran off in the other direction as the Dark Mark appeared in the air. But the good news ended all too soon.
"STUPEFY!" I heard the stunning spell being shouted by many voices. "Damn. Crouch! Get out of the way!" I hissed as the red light shot straight at where Crouch was supposedly standing. But I knew it was too late. I heard a loud thump, which probably meant that Crouch had been hit.
"DAMN!" I shouted as I disapparated.
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I re-appeared instantly inside my living room. Elephant ran up to me and rubbed his head against my leg. But it didn't comfort me. Crouch was caught. And it was my fault. I should have fired the Dark Mark instead of him. I should have stolen the wand. But that damn Crouch was too proud to let me do anything to save him.
Totally forgetting about the wolf, I changed into a nightgown, un-braided my hair and crawled into bed. Elephant slept on the couch above the wolf. That damn cat!
That morning, I woke up shivering, only to find the window was open. I grabbed my wand and pushed it closed. Just as I began to fall back asleep, there was a knock on the door. Cursing, I wrapped my blanked around my muscular body and headed to the door.
Just two years ago, I was the chubby suicidal teacher's assistant. But who would ever guess two years of physical training would turn me into who I am? I grinned. I now had no thoughts of suicide. My Lord would surely need me once he returns.
"I'm coming…I'm coming!" I mumbled sleepily, my blanket dragging across the ground. I opened the door and nearly dropped my blanket. Peter Pettigrew was standing in my doorway. "My god…Peter!" I threw my arms around his neck. It was good to see him here.
"Hey Yelena." He said softly. "Sorry 'bout the game." He said. I nodded, taking my arms off of him. "Where's the wolf?" He had a glimmer in his eyes that made him seem almost attractive for a short moment. I knew what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same thing. So I turned and kicked the couch off the trapdoor.
"It's time for some fun around here." He said, following me down the passage. The wolf was huddled in a corner. When we got in, he raised his head slightly, staring up at us with his eyes filled with terror. It was as if he already felt the pain even before we drew our wands.
"Guests first." I smirked, nudging Peter. We stood there for a while, performing the cruciatus curse and others upon the wolf.
"Oww! Get off me you bloody cat!" I heard Peter yell, a loud hiss following. I turned to see that Elephant had lunged at Peter's head, scratching and biting him.
"Elephant! Stop!" I scolded, pulling her off Peter's head, which was bleeding in many places. "Bad!" I shouted at Elephant, who stared up at me. Before I could stop myself, I threw Elephant at the wall. Her small body slid to the ground, not moving.
"C'mon." I said to Peter. "Let's go." He nodded, holding his head, muttering silently.
The wolf stared up at us, his body trembling.
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A/N: It's the end of chapter 8! Yay! Ok, next chapter is Lupin's POV. Review. Review. Review.
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Just as the match ended, I was about to leave before anyone noticed me, when something grabbed my wrist. I looked down to see a bodiless hand coming from behind the elf. Crouch.
I quickly sat back down. "Crouch! Is it really you?" "Y-yea…" He whispered, sounding like talking was a great effort. Of course it was a great effort! He's under the imperius curse! But he's fighting it…I know it.
"I have an idea." I whispered, grabbing my wand. "Imperio!" I whispered so quietly that not even Crouch could hear me. If my plan worked, Crouch would now be under my control and not someone else's. Hold out your hand. I directed him and he did so. "Yes!" I said, removing the curse. I knew he was free.
"I need your wand." He said suddenly.
My wand? What would Crouch do with it? But suddenly, I saw the boy in front of me. "Steal the boy's. I have a plan. On his way out, grab the boy's wand. I'll fire the dark mark at night and do some muggle torturing. Try to escape."
I felt his grip tighten on my wrist. "No. I'll take his wand, but I will fire the dark mark. You just sit back and watch. This will be…amusing." I could tell, although he was invisible, that Crouch was smiling. I nodded and pulled my wrist out of his grasp as the Quidditch teams came into the top box. "Shhhh!"
***
About five hours later, Crouch and I were in the forest. Crouch had succeeded in stealing the boy's wand.
"Come on and do it!" I urged him. "We don't have all night!" "Shut up! They'll hear us." He said, running his hands over the wand.
"Master Barty! Master Barty!" Came a very distressed voice. "Master Barty!!!!" "Shit." Crouch muttered. "It's the elf."
"DO IT NOW!" I hollered. Crouch pointed the wand into the air and said the spell; "MORSMORDRE!" I quickly threw the invisibility cloak over his body and ran off in the other direction as the Dark Mark appeared in the air. But the good news ended all too soon.
"STUPEFY!" I heard the stunning spell being shouted by many voices. "Damn. Crouch! Get out of the way!" I hissed as the red light shot straight at where Crouch was supposedly standing. But I knew it was too late. I heard a loud thump, which probably meant that Crouch had been hit.
"DAMN!" I shouted as I disapparated.
***
I re-appeared instantly inside my living room. Elephant ran up to me and rubbed his head against my leg. But it didn't comfort me. Crouch was caught. And it was my fault. I should have fired the Dark Mark instead of him. I should have stolen the wand. But that damn Crouch was too proud to let me do anything to save him.
Totally forgetting about the wolf, I changed into a nightgown, un-braided my hair and crawled into bed. Elephant slept on the couch above the wolf. That damn cat!
That morning, I woke up shivering, only to find the window was open. I grabbed my wand and pushed it closed. Just as I began to fall back asleep, there was a knock on the door. Cursing, I wrapped my blanked around my muscular body and headed to the door.
Just two years ago, I was the chubby suicidal teacher's assistant. But who would ever guess two years of physical training would turn me into who I am? I grinned. I now had no thoughts of suicide. My Lord would surely need me once he returns.
"I'm coming…I'm coming!" I mumbled sleepily, my blanket dragging across the ground. I opened the door and nearly dropped my blanket. Peter Pettigrew was standing in my doorway. "My god…Peter!" I threw my arms around his neck. It was good to see him here.
"Hey Yelena." He said softly. "Sorry 'bout the game." He said. I nodded, taking my arms off of him. "Where's the wolf?" He had a glimmer in his eyes that made him seem almost attractive for a short moment. I knew what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same thing. So I turned and kicked the couch off the trapdoor.
"It's time for some fun around here." He said, following me down the passage. The wolf was huddled in a corner. When we got in, he raised his head slightly, staring up at us with his eyes filled with terror. It was as if he already felt the pain even before we drew our wands.
"Guests first." I smirked, nudging Peter. We stood there for a while, performing the cruciatus curse and others upon the wolf.
"Oww! Get off me you bloody cat!" I heard Peter yell, a loud hiss following. I turned to see that Elephant had lunged at Peter's head, scratching and biting him.
"Elephant! Stop!" I scolded, pulling her off Peter's head, which was bleeding in many places. "Bad!" I shouted at Elephant, who stared up at me. Before I could stop myself, I threw Elephant at the wall. Her small body slid to the ground, not moving.
"C'mon." I said to Peter. "Let's go." He nodded, holding his head, muttering silently.
The wolf stared up at us, his body trembling.
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A/N: It's the end of chapter 8! Yay! Ok, next chapter is Lupin's POV. Review. Review. Review.
