There's a flashback in this, guys, you'll know it when you see it. Hope its
not too disturbing. I did feel that the story should be changed to R
however.
The Journey-Part 1
They journey, which would have taken ten long hours, seemed to take only two. There was much catching up to be done, and done it was. Severus and Ed were eager to know how Rene was coping with running Romania, to which her answer was that if it was a better option to go to Azkaban then how did they think it was going. She asked Severus all about Reen, and managed to worm out of him that she was quite petite, blonde, had bright eyes, was a little ditzy at times but very bright and all in all, bloody perfect. She found once she had got him to tell her anything, it was very hard to shut him up.
"So," She began, after giving them every possible detail about her own life "What *is* the life of an Unspeakable like? Can you tell me now?"
They glanced nervously at one another, and seemed to be having their own little conversation with just their eyes and expressions. After about 30 seconds of this unbroken glare, they appeared to have reached a conclusion.
"Uh, princess, this may be a teeny bit of a shock..." Ed began. Alarm bells started ringing violently in her head.
"Uh oh!" She said, only half joking. "What have you done?"
"Show her, then." Ed said to Severus.
"No, you! I'm not doing it. It'll be better coming from you!"
"As I believe I have said before, she was the cat's mother! I am still here, you know! Is there any way you can tell or show me at the same time?" She asked in desperation, on the edge of her seat with fear.
"All right. We can do that." Severus muttered. "On three?" Ed nodded. "One, two, Three!"
They both shot their sleeves up their left arms to reveal the Dark Mark. Rene instinctively pushed herself right back into the chair, staring in more than mid disbelief at them.
"Jesus Christ! What the hell's going on? I thought you worked for the Ministry, not the dark side!"
"Shh, Its Ok! Really, Its ok!" Ed soothed, stroking her arm. "Really, I swear. That's why no one can know what we do unless it's essential!"
"Please, Rene, you have to trust us on this one. We are the first two spies the Ministry has managed to get into the Death Eaters successfully, and if we are found out then..." His voice trailed off, and yet again, he looked at Ed. "Anyway, we have to fill you in because its likely you're going to be seeing a lot of us. We're the ones who shop the Death Eaters who are planning murders or torture of innocents, and its we that will be delivering them to you. No one can know, though. Not about us, not about our D. M.'s...Dark Marks," He added, seeing her mildly confused look "Nothing. No one can know anything."
"I know. I'm sorry, it was just a...a bit of a shock. Can I see it again?" She tentatively asked Ed. It wasn't often Rene was seen tentative. He held his arm out without a word, and she looked carefully at it. It was only the faintest red, but it was definitely there. She ran her finger over it slowly, thinking how ugly it was. "Have you felt it burn yet?"
"Yes, twice." Ed answered, wincing at even saying it.
"What happens?"
"Well," Severus began "It starts with barely noticeable pins and needles, and we needn't answer that. Its only if it burns we have to go. It burns black, very black, and it becomes raised. Its putrid, an awful thing."
"Does it hurt you?"
"Every time. It hurts beyond anything I've ever felt before."
A long, long silence followed. Rene was still a little in shock about the mark, and was still trying to come to terms with the fact that her two best friends were Death eaters. Ed and Severus had reminded themselves that they may well die doing this job, and they wouldn't die quickly if they did. They had seen Voldemort "dispose" of one unfaithful servant already, and it had not been pleasant viewing.
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He had first whispered "Crucio" in sharp, angry bursts, leaving the traitor in question writhing in agony, the pain worsening each time. He had then had him tied to a stone table, which the Death Eaters had all gathered around. No magic was involved after the point where he was magically bound to the stone slab. He had merely taken a rather blunt dagger, and hacked the poor wretch's lower left arm off, leaving blood spurting out in an endless fountain.
"Let that be a lesson to you all." He had rasped, turning from the stone slab. "If you betray me, you are not worthy of bearing such a glory as the Dark mark, and I will have to remove it, as I have just removed this traitor's." He held up the morbid hand, itself dripping blood. "You are all dismissed." with that, he dissapparated, leaving the bloody hand to fall grossly to the floor, and the traitor to die slowly, and in agony. They had both wished with all their might that they could save the poor man, or at least put him out of his misery, but it would have meant giving themselves away to such torture.
They had walked to a nearby clearing to dissapparate, a little further from the table.
"Poor Bastard." Severus muttered. "What was his name?"
"Ragazzo Mantavani. He was an Italian, been passing information to us." Ed replied, in the same downcast tone.
"The Diego Informant that Fudge mentioned?"
"That's the one. I always thought Diego referred to Spaniards myself."
"Well, no one knew what nationality he was, did they? That was how he got the name, how he sounded. Either way, it's a foul term. If there are two terms in this world I can't stand, they're Diego and Nigger. Both of which are frequently used by Lucius, I notice."
"Well, there's nothing we can do about him. We have to let the things he does slide...for now. We'll get him, Sev, don't worry. Just not yet. We'd blow it all."
"And suffer like Ragazzo for it, too. Come on, I need to get away from this."
"Me too. Filthy business."
And with that, they left, leaving behind distant screams and laughter.
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The Journey-Part 1
They journey, which would have taken ten long hours, seemed to take only two. There was much catching up to be done, and done it was. Severus and Ed were eager to know how Rene was coping with running Romania, to which her answer was that if it was a better option to go to Azkaban then how did they think it was going. She asked Severus all about Reen, and managed to worm out of him that she was quite petite, blonde, had bright eyes, was a little ditzy at times but very bright and all in all, bloody perfect. She found once she had got him to tell her anything, it was very hard to shut him up.
"So," She began, after giving them every possible detail about her own life "What *is* the life of an Unspeakable like? Can you tell me now?"
They glanced nervously at one another, and seemed to be having their own little conversation with just their eyes and expressions. After about 30 seconds of this unbroken glare, they appeared to have reached a conclusion.
"Uh, princess, this may be a teeny bit of a shock..." Ed began. Alarm bells started ringing violently in her head.
"Uh oh!" She said, only half joking. "What have you done?"
"Show her, then." Ed said to Severus.
"No, you! I'm not doing it. It'll be better coming from you!"
"As I believe I have said before, she was the cat's mother! I am still here, you know! Is there any way you can tell or show me at the same time?" She asked in desperation, on the edge of her seat with fear.
"All right. We can do that." Severus muttered. "On three?" Ed nodded. "One, two, Three!"
They both shot their sleeves up their left arms to reveal the Dark Mark. Rene instinctively pushed herself right back into the chair, staring in more than mid disbelief at them.
"Jesus Christ! What the hell's going on? I thought you worked for the Ministry, not the dark side!"
"Shh, Its Ok! Really, Its ok!" Ed soothed, stroking her arm. "Really, I swear. That's why no one can know what we do unless it's essential!"
"Please, Rene, you have to trust us on this one. We are the first two spies the Ministry has managed to get into the Death Eaters successfully, and if we are found out then..." His voice trailed off, and yet again, he looked at Ed. "Anyway, we have to fill you in because its likely you're going to be seeing a lot of us. We're the ones who shop the Death Eaters who are planning murders or torture of innocents, and its we that will be delivering them to you. No one can know, though. Not about us, not about our D. M.'s...Dark Marks," He added, seeing her mildly confused look "Nothing. No one can know anything."
"I know. I'm sorry, it was just a...a bit of a shock. Can I see it again?" She tentatively asked Ed. It wasn't often Rene was seen tentative. He held his arm out without a word, and she looked carefully at it. It was only the faintest red, but it was definitely there. She ran her finger over it slowly, thinking how ugly it was. "Have you felt it burn yet?"
"Yes, twice." Ed answered, wincing at even saying it.
"What happens?"
"Well," Severus began "It starts with barely noticeable pins and needles, and we needn't answer that. Its only if it burns we have to go. It burns black, very black, and it becomes raised. Its putrid, an awful thing."
"Does it hurt you?"
"Every time. It hurts beyond anything I've ever felt before."
A long, long silence followed. Rene was still a little in shock about the mark, and was still trying to come to terms with the fact that her two best friends were Death eaters. Ed and Severus had reminded themselves that they may well die doing this job, and they wouldn't die quickly if they did. They had seen Voldemort "dispose" of one unfaithful servant already, and it had not been pleasant viewing.
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He had first whispered "Crucio" in sharp, angry bursts, leaving the traitor in question writhing in agony, the pain worsening each time. He had then had him tied to a stone table, which the Death Eaters had all gathered around. No magic was involved after the point where he was magically bound to the stone slab. He had merely taken a rather blunt dagger, and hacked the poor wretch's lower left arm off, leaving blood spurting out in an endless fountain.
"Let that be a lesson to you all." He had rasped, turning from the stone slab. "If you betray me, you are not worthy of bearing such a glory as the Dark mark, and I will have to remove it, as I have just removed this traitor's." He held up the morbid hand, itself dripping blood. "You are all dismissed." with that, he dissapparated, leaving the bloody hand to fall grossly to the floor, and the traitor to die slowly, and in agony. They had both wished with all their might that they could save the poor man, or at least put him out of his misery, but it would have meant giving themselves away to such torture.
They had walked to a nearby clearing to dissapparate, a little further from the table.
"Poor Bastard." Severus muttered. "What was his name?"
"Ragazzo Mantavani. He was an Italian, been passing information to us." Ed replied, in the same downcast tone.
"The Diego Informant that Fudge mentioned?"
"That's the one. I always thought Diego referred to Spaniards myself."
"Well, no one knew what nationality he was, did they? That was how he got the name, how he sounded. Either way, it's a foul term. If there are two terms in this world I can't stand, they're Diego and Nigger. Both of which are frequently used by Lucius, I notice."
"Well, there's nothing we can do about him. We have to let the things he does slide...for now. We'll get him, Sev, don't worry. Just not yet. We'd blow it all."
"And suffer like Ragazzo for it, too. Come on, I need to get away from this."
"Me too. Filthy business."
And with that, they left, leaving behind distant screams and laughter.
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