You-Know-Who's Angels
(Are You Watchin' Channel X?)
Chapter 3
The Beaters
Vallory ran to the sitting room where Vivian was bent over a book of Dark Magic and Venessa was lounging about, but at least was in full uniform (which we must admit was not very full at all). She was reading a magazine with very few words but a lot of pictures. You guys! Vallory cried, We've got to get out of here! The Ministry of Magic is onto us and they're coming to take us away!
Venessa said, her dark eyes lighting up eagerly. I always eard that the younger guys in the Ministry are really ~_^
Who told you that, Vallory? Vivian snapped, stomping her foot as she stood up and slammed her book shut.
Vallory gulped. Um... some... some kids.... It was very nice of them to warn us, don't you think? ^_^;;;;;;
What kids?
Harry Potter and his two friends, Vallory answered just above a whisper.
It's a lie then! And even if it's not, we can't back down now...
Venessa nodded in agreement, her face moving to a much more serious expression. Viv's right, you know. I mean really, what's worse, gettin' thrown in Azkaban for a few decades or Master's wrath?
Vallory's eyes watered and her lip began to tremble. But I'm tired of always having to do what he says! I want to be free.
Venessa smiled and hugged her friend. I know what you mean. We aven't really known anythin' else besides Deatheaters, ave we? Considerin' we were brought up in the group an' all... Maybe we should talk to the Ministry ourselves...
Vivian, who was standing over to the side the entire time brooding and glaring and Venessa and Vallory, finally grabbed her want and shouted Accio Harry Potter!
A few seconds later, a very nervous Harry Potter crashed through the window and landed sprawled out on the floor in front of Vivian. Um... can I help you?
You told on us, Potter, and now you'll have to pay for it! she shouted, raising her wand in the air.
Viv, don't! Vallory cried, rushing over and grabbing the wand before Vivian could finish what she started. We just need to leave... get away...
What's the point? He'll always be able to find us.
The air was tense and thick in the few silent moments which followed. Venessa finally cleared her throat and spoke up, The concert starts in thirty minutes. Wormtail will be by any minute to make sure we're ready. If we're gonna make a run for it, now's the time.
All eyes turned to Vivian, who finally nodded her head in agreement. Who knows, maybe the Ministry of Magic will be able to help us.
Hold it right there! Hermione cried as she and Ron climbed in through the shattered window. You're not leaving until you give Harry back to us!
Venessa laughed and said, Well, alright, if you three really want to be angin' out ere when the Deatheaters show up. They'll already be ticked that we've taken the igh road.
Then... um, Ron began as he blushed, Will you take us with you?
Venessa smirked and practically slithered over to Ron as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I'll take you for a ride any time! ~_^
I.. uh... well... eh heh.... X.X
Hermione bristled over and made quite a point of pushing Venessa far away from Ron as she asked bitterly, So how exactly are we escaping? We're not going to get very far by foot.
Like I said, Venessa said with a sly grin, we're takin' the igh road. Control Room! Liftoff, now!
Suddenly the whole trailer began to shake, and then they were floating into the air, higher and higher until they were safe above the clouds and out of sight.
That was awesome! Ron cried, his eyes as big as saucers.
Thanks, Luv, Venessa said with a wink. Why don't we flip on the TV and see what's goin' on down there?
She grabbed the remote control and flipped the television on to channel 10. A newscaster was in the midst of saying that the UK W's Angels had mysteriously disappeared, but that there still was going to be a performance. All six of the kids exchanged a very confused look and gasped as a few familiar people- Lucius Malfoy, Mr. Crabbe, and Mr. Goyle, -appeared on stage wearing lots of black leather and strange hairstyles (which included strange hair-colors). Taking the place of the UK W's Angels, the announcer continued, will be their brother-group, the Beaters!
Quiet, eerie music, similar to what Venessa's band usually played, began, joined by a droning chant from Crabbe and Goyle of Impervio... Impervio... Impervio...
The chorus went something like this:
Obey your master completely
Lord Voldemort is he.
Give your lives to him
And have power beyond reality.
Not very creative, are they? Venessa said, shaking her head sympathetically.
We can't let them do this! Harry cried.
It's their problem, Vivian said. Besides, the Ministry will be there any minute to fix everything.
Yeah... well... that was sort of a lie.
Vivian's jaw dropped, but Venessa caught it with her forefinger and shut it. That was pretty clever, Arry Potter, she said with a wink. I suppose you're right, we should save em, but they've already fallen under the spell. Ow d'you suggest we bring em out of it?
We have to make them realize that they can still make choices, hopefully enabling them to throw off the spell and be themselves. It's not impossible. I know, I've done it. But how can we make them understand?
Venessa was silent a moment as she cut her eyes towards Vivian. You remember the Song of Choice,' don't you, Viv? she asked mysteriously.
I would never forget it, she answered, smirking while her eyes flashed challengingly. We'd better get back down then, hm?
The Ministry will catch wind of this and show up soon, even if they didn't already know about it, Vallory said, her voice trembling. What if they catch us and try to put us away, too?
That's a risk we'll ave to take, Val, Venessa said gently. They may be too late if we wait.
I guess you're right...