A/N: Short chapter but at least I finally got this out, right? RIGHT? Okay…
well, I am just going to finish up this story really soon so bear with me,
deal? Well, here's your insanely short chapter although it should clear a
few things up.
Disclaimer: I own Cassandra Collins/Cas Emilia Remscraw, Tyson Oliver, and the other OC's… well, that's it. Lucky me, right?
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"Why would he want Tyson?" Harry spat suddenly. He looked angry, almost... jealous?
"Oh, dear god, Harry!" I sighed, exasperation creeping in with the nervousness I felt. "I don't know, but now's not the time for envy."
"Well, maybe you should know," he snapped right back. Harry looked genuinely angry; I had never seen him like that. Maybe because of the situation, but I was a bit put off by his emotion. I walked to the other side of the Astronomy Tower, away from Harry.
"What do you know about Tyson?" Harry asked suddenly, breaking the silence. His tone sounded softer, and so I felt more relaxed. My breath was still shaky, but I sat down once more and tried to think.
"Um, well. His favorite color is green and his favorite band is the-- "
"I mean his facts!" Harry restated, annoyed. He obviously that that I was attempting a bad joke or something of the sort. "Like, where's he from? Does he have any siblings? What are his parents' names?"
"Stop yelling!" I wimpered, feeling my usually dry eyes start to water. "I'm scared, okay?" How could Harry be so heartless? I needed to think, sure, but it was hard. It's hard to remember every detail of your best friend's life when all you can think about is how many ways the Dark Lord could be torturing him right at that moment.
"I'm sorry, Cas," Harry replied gently, sitting down once more beside me. "We just really need to figure this out. Try to remember, alright?"
"H-he's from Liverpool. His parents both died--his mother was found dead by some strange curse and his father was a Muggle. He was out on the streets one day and there was some sort of freak accident." I stopped short as Harry clamped his hand on my shoulder urgently.
"What were his parents' names?" I could tell he was onto something.
"His father was... was Cameron Oliver, I think... And his mother was..." I trailed off, trying to remember. Tyson and I hadn't spoken about his parents since 4th year.
Harry's eyes were the size of golfballs. "What was his mother's name?" He pronounced every word slowly and momentously. I felt fear, although I didn't know why.
"I think it was... it was... Elisa." I cried out as Harry seized both of my shoulders.
"Elisa what?" he asked, his grip tightening. "Elisa what?"
"Elisa... Elisa Pettigrew!" I forced out, and broke down sobbing. Harry let go and looked at me, stunned. He didn't say a word, just stared incredulously. "What?"
"Pettigrew..." The astonishment grew to bitter angst as he began pacing the room. I didn't understand; I gripped onto the stone windowsill to get up and started after him, but my knees were shaking and he was walking so fast, back and forth, back and forth, back and--
"Cas? Cassidy?" A fuzzy voice was calling my name and my head hurt. I opened my eyes and Harry was over me, his eyes bewildered. "You passed out for a second."
"I... did...?" My own voice sounded so foggy. It was too much. I tried to lift my head up but resorted to sliding myself along the floor and propping myself up against the stone wall. It was then that I saw Harry's hands. They were dripping with blood. "Harry!" I croaked, finding some of my voice. "You're bleeding! Your hands!"
He didn't even look down to check. Instead, he smiled weakly. "No, I'm not. You are."
I felt the back of my head, where it felt so woozy, and sure enough my hand returned with blood. "Could you fix it with some spell?" I muttered. The blood was warm and sticky and was making me feel like I was about to retch.
"Aidium vessel," he said, flicking his wand, and immediately my head cleared up. I staggered to my feet and thanked him with a nod of my no longer bleeding head.
"Please, explain to me what I said," I pleaded, which was very out of character for me. Since when had I cried so freely? Since when had I begged or been earnest? It's not that I hid behind my sarcastic mask, it was just who I was. And this... could this be part of who I was too?
"Elisa Pettigrew, sister of Peter Pettigrew," Harry said uneasily, but there was no recognition of that name on my face so he continued. "Peter is the one who betrayed our parents," Harry sneered at the thought. "I imagine he killed Elisa and Tyson's father, well... Peter is the one who caused the street freak accident, as you call it."
My mouth formed an "O" and I just sat there, breathing. Breathing; I had to make sure I didn't stop, it wasn't an automatic act anymore. I could just stop right there, stop breathing, stop living. But I breathed and I lived for Tyson Oliver's sake. "Peter--Ty's uncle--why does Voldemort need Tyson?"
"You honestly don't get it?" Harry's eyes made me feel like the stupidest girl alive. "Make the inference, Cas. Pettigrew is, like, Voldemort's left-hand man."
"Don't you mean right-hand man?"
"No," Harry replied, added wringing his hands to the pacing he was doing. It was driving me crazy. "I mean left-hand man. Lucius Malfoy would probably be the right-hand."
"Like Draco Malfoy!" My eyes lit up; so that's where I had heard the name Malfoy. It used to be all over the news, when Voldemort's supporters came back to the Light side. "Do you suppose Peter is..."
"...retiring? Maybe he wants Tyson to fill his shoes. They're blood, after all." I hated when Harry would finish my sentences. It was really too much. "Peter isn't old, he just seems so worn out. It's just a guess anyway. Maybe he just needs help from Tyson, I don't know."
"Tyson wouldn't help that scumbag," I hissed, feeling stronger. Would he? No! Tyson Oliver was one of the best people in the world, and he'd never do anything like that, not even if his own life depended on it. "We've got to get out of here, Harry," I said, my voice low, and I began to feel really cold. Their was no chill in the air exactly, but I just felt like my insides were freezing.
"But how?" he quipped sharply, but I didn't reply. I knew he wasn't expecting one.
"Do you feel that?" I asked him, hugging myself to keep warm.
"What?"
"That!"
"What?"
"The cold!" I shivered again and felt the goosebumps crawling up my arms and legs. "It's freezing!"
"Go by the fire," he shrugged.
I crept over there, but it barely helped. It felt like my blood temperature had dropped twenty degrees. Maybe it was from nerves, I supposed. The flames of the orange fire danced like the sun's shadow over water. I nearly jumped as Harry gasped from behind me. "What!?"
"The fire! We can use Floo Powder!" I watched in confusion as Harry began rummaging through his pockets.
"And you have Floo Powder on you?" I let out a long yawn, knowing that it was improbable. "Let's doubt it, kay?"
"Accio Floo Powder!" I jumped in surprise as something thudded against the heavy door.
"Brilliant, Harry. Your Firebolt wouldn't get through, what made you think... Oh!" I knelt down beside the door, where the slightest crack was between the door and floor. A small, insignifigant seeming amount of the funny colored powder graced the floor. Harry and I licked our fingers and stuck it to the ground to lift the powder up; it clung to our fingertips. "How Medieval is this?" I grumbled, realizing what I was doing. But I didn't care; if it meant getting out of the Astronomy Tower, I was game.
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A/N: Thank you to my reviewers, sorry it's been so long!
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I don't really feel like running this through spellchecker so bite me. J/K, although I'm not going to. It's annoying, they say all these Hogwarts words are spelled wrong. Bye…
Disclaimer: I own Cassandra Collins/Cas Emilia Remscraw, Tyson Oliver, and the other OC's… well, that's it. Lucky me, right?
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"Why would he want Tyson?" Harry spat suddenly. He looked angry, almost... jealous?
"Oh, dear god, Harry!" I sighed, exasperation creeping in with the nervousness I felt. "I don't know, but now's not the time for envy."
"Well, maybe you should know," he snapped right back. Harry looked genuinely angry; I had never seen him like that. Maybe because of the situation, but I was a bit put off by his emotion. I walked to the other side of the Astronomy Tower, away from Harry.
"What do you know about Tyson?" Harry asked suddenly, breaking the silence. His tone sounded softer, and so I felt more relaxed. My breath was still shaky, but I sat down once more and tried to think.
"Um, well. His favorite color is green and his favorite band is the-- "
"I mean his facts!" Harry restated, annoyed. He obviously that that I was attempting a bad joke or something of the sort. "Like, where's he from? Does he have any siblings? What are his parents' names?"
"Stop yelling!" I wimpered, feeling my usually dry eyes start to water. "I'm scared, okay?" How could Harry be so heartless? I needed to think, sure, but it was hard. It's hard to remember every detail of your best friend's life when all you can think about is how many ways the Dark Lord could be torturing him right at that moment.
"I'm sorry, Cas," Harry replied gently, sitting down once more beside me. "We just really need to figure this out. Try to remember, alright?"
"H-he's from Liverpool. His parents both died--his mother was found dead by some strange curse and his father was a Muggle. He was out on the streets one day and there was some sort of freak accident." I stopped short as Harry clamped his hand on my shoulder urgently.
"What were his parents' names?" I could tell he was onto something.
"His father was... was Cameron Oliver, I think... And his mother was..." I trailed off, trying to remember. Tyson and I hadn't spoken about his parents since 4th year.
Harry's eyes were the size of golfballs. "What was his mother's name?" He pronounced every word slowly and momentously. I felt fear, although I didn't know why.
"I think it was... it was... Elisa." I cried out as Harry seized both of my shoulders.
"Elisa what?" he asked, his grip tightening. "Elisa what?"
"Elisa... Elisa Pettigrew!" I forced out, and broke down sobbing. Harry let go and looked at me, stunned. He didn't say a word, just stared incredulously. "What?"
"Pettigrew..." The astonishment grew to bitter angst as he began pacing the room. I didn't understand; I gripped onto the stone windowsill to get up and started after him, but my knees were shaking and he was walking so fast, back and forth, back and forth, back and--
"Cas? Cassidy?" A fuzzy voice was calling my name and my head hurt. I opened my eyes and Harry was over me, his eyes bewildered. "You passed out for a second."
"I... did...?" My own voice sounded so foggy. It was too much. I tried to lift my head up but resorted to sliding myself along the floor and propping myself up against the stone wall. It was then that I saw Harry's hands. They were dripping with blood. "Harry!" I croaked, finding some of my voice. "You're bleeding! Your hands!"
He didn't even look down to check. Instead, he smiled weakly. "No, I'm not. You are."
I felt the back of my head, where it felt so woozy, and sure enough my hand returned with blood. "Could you fix it with some spell?" I muttered. The blood was warm and sticky and was making me feel like I was about to retch.
"Aidium vessel," he said, flicking his wand, and immediately my head cleared up. I staggered to my feet and thanked him with a nod of my no longer bleeding head.
"Please, explain to me what I said," I pleaded, which was very out of character for me. Since when had I cried so freely? Since when had I begged or been earnest? It's not that I hid behind my sarcastic mask, it was just who I was. And this... could this be part of who I was too?
"Elisa Pettigrew, sister of Peter Pettigrew," Harry said uneasily, but there was no recognition of that name on my face so he continued. "Peter is the one who betrayed our parents," Harry sneered at the thought. "I imagine he killed Elisa and Tyson's father, well... Peter is the one who caused the street freak accident, as you call it."
My mouth formed an "O" and I just sat there, breathing. Breathing; I had to make sure I didn't stop, it wasn't an automatic act anymore. I could just stop right there, stop breathing, stop living. But I breathed and I lived for Tyson Oliver's sake. "Peter--Ty's uncle--why does Voldemort need Tyson?"
"You honestly don't get it?" Harry's eyes made me feel like the stupidest girl alive. "Make the inference, Cas. Pettigrew is, like, Voldemort's left-hand man."
"Don't you mean right-hand man?"
"No," Harry replied, added wringing his hands to the pacing he was doing. It was driving me crazy. "I mean left-hand man. Lucius Malfoy would probably be the right-hand."
"Like Draco Malfoy!" My eyes lit up; so that's where I had heard the name Malfoy. It used to be all over the news, when Voldemort's supporters came back to the Light side. "Do you suppose Peter is..."
"...retiring? Maybe he wants Tyson to fill his shoes. They're blood, after all." I hated when Harry would finish my sentences. It was really too much. "Peter isn't old, he just seems so worn out. It's just a guess anyway. Maybe he just needs help from Tyson, I don't know."
"Tyson wouldn't help that scumbag," I hissed, feeling stronger. Would he? No! Tyson Oliver was one of the best people in the world, and he'd never do anything like that, not even if his own life depended on it. "We've got to get out of here, Harry," I said, my voice low, and I began to feel really cold. Their was no chill in the air exactly, but I just felt like my insides were freezing.
"But how?" he quipped sharply, but I didn't reply. I knew he wasn't expecting one.
"Do you feel that?" I asked him, hugging myself to keep warm.
"What?"
"That!"
"What?"
"The cold!" I shivered again and felt the goosebumps crawling up my arms and legs. "It's freezing!"
"Go by the fire," he shrugged.
I crept over there, but it barely helped. It felt like my blood temperature had dropped twenty degrees. Maybe it was from nerves, I supposed. The flames of the orange fire danced like the sun's shadow over water. I nearly jumped as Harry gasped from behind me. "What!?"
"The fire! We can use Floo Powder!" I watched in confusion as Harry began rummaging through his pockets.
"And you have Floo Powder on you?" I let out a long yawn, knowing that it was improbable. "Let's doubt it, kay?"
"Accio Floo Powder!" I jumped in surprise as something thudded against the heavy door.
"Brilliant, Harry. Your Firebolt wouldn't get through, what made you think... Oh!" I knelt down beside the door, where the slightest crack was between the door and floor. A small, insignifigant seeming amount of the funny colored powder graced the floor. Harry and I licked our fingers and stuck it to the ground to lift the powder up; it clung to our fingertips. "How Medieval is this?" I grumbled, realizing what I was doing. But I didn't care; if it meant getting out of the Astronomy Tower, I was game.
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A/N: Thank you to my reviewers, sorry it's been so long!
PestruskaDYIT—Thank you so much, I am sorry it's been a while!
Catt—LOL, I'm somewhat similar.
Shadowbond—Thanks, sorry about that cliffie, it wa cruel
Charmedimsure—Sorry, thanks for reviewing… Yes, my cliffies are evil
SamWitch—Sorry, since it's been so long you may have done something drastic as you said, let's hope not… Thanks always!
Cathy Gurl—Um, okay, well. I changed that. Thanks anyway
Adam—Thank ya, just let me know what your pen name is!
Lizza—Thanks… so… how are you doing? I'm bored. Thanks…
Ravenlink—Thanks a lot! Means much 2 me!
Miaka—Hey, I actually liked your review. I changed the part about her knowing about Harry's parents, that was a bit of stupidity on my part. They're allowed in the Head Boy/Girl rooms cuz they knocked, and they let them in. She's not just any1, that's why she doesn't like Dumbledore. She even says that she wonders why she's the only one. Sorry, I couldn't find a Latin dictionary online but if you know of one please LMK. Anyway, maybe it's just me, but I didn't think your review was as awful as you warned. Thanks for reviewing!
In the name of reading—I think I have answered! The tribe has spoken. Thanks
Smileygirlo3—Aww, thankyou so much!
Escritora—Thank you, me 2
Heather—LOL, yes, yes… well, thanks for reviewing
DreamingReader—Sorry, but I'm glad you've enjoyed.
I don't really feel like running this through spellchecker so bite me. J/K, although I'm not going to. It's annoying, they say all these Hogwarts words are spelled wrong. Bye…