Death Becomes Him

by T.K. Yuy

III- Death Beater

//Well, obviously someone's been keeping an eye on the house.  There's not a spot of dust anywhere, and it all looks like it's just been polished.  I suppose that should be a good thing, but t certainly feels odd.  I feel as if they should be here, expecting me home by curfew, not that I've ever had one that I've abided by.  I wonder what they would think, if they knew what their darling baby boy –savior of all the Wizarding world- is.  Dad would probably flip to know that his only son was marked as a Death Eater,-voluntarily- and became the first Death Mage in neary 500 years.  Let alone the Heir of Gryffindor and a Parselmouth.  Hmph.  Mum –Merlin- would probably die right then and there.  Not that I would blame her for it.

//What I find rather unsettling is the others.  Yes, it is comforting, to know that I'm not the only one –for fuck's sake, I don't need to be giving people more of a reason to revear me as a God-, but considering who they are… (why Zambini and I decided on Quidditch titles I don't know.)

//Seeker, 1st Chaser, 1st Beater- myself.  Hence the reason they call me 'First.' 

//(2nd) Beater- Virginia Weasely.  Yeah, that was shocking.  I don't think she's told her family yet.  It'll be worth it to see their faces when I go to the Burrow in 2 weeks.

//(3rd) Chaser- Fleur Delacour.  I hadn't expected her to seek me out.  And she does her job quite well, that's for bloody sure.

//Keeper- Blaise Zambini.  I knew what he was before he did.  I mean, I was fucking him, wasn't I?

//And finally, (2nd) Chaser- Draco Malfoy.  He doesn't know it yet, of course, but give him a day or so with Keeper and he'll figure it all out real quick.

//I suppose you're wondering how in the world our 'titles' even apply to use, so I guess I should probably explain.  If this gets confusing, do forgive me, but trying to explain our 'roles' to any one not directly involved (or 'anyone without prior knowledge to anything') is rather difficult.  I'll start with the Seeker first, seeing as it is the easiest.

//The Seeker –who in this case is me- is the one with the most problems.  That would be because they're the ones who actively seek out the major enemy, and ultimately kill it, and claim it's Power.  Destroying Voldemort would've been my objective.  As a side effect, the Seeker is also the one targeted for pretty much everything.  In my case, Moldywarts wanted me dead, and subsequently, so did the Death Eaters that followed him.  Easy enough to understand, right?  Good, onto the Chasers.

//Chasers are the ones who hunt down and eradicate the lesser threats to the Seeker.  In this case, Death Eaters.  Of course the exception to this would be those who were marked by a previous Dark Lord, marked and switched sides (Snape for example), or those granted special pardon from the Seeker.  They are skilled in the 'cleaner' ways of completing their tasks.  My Chasers make it look natural, for the most part anyway.  Now, the Beaters on the other hand…

//Beaters are especially good at the 'messy' part of the clean-up.  They hunt down the lesser threats, just like the Chasers, with one exceptions:  They go after the ones who play hard to get.  Voldemort's Inner Circle is a fine example.  Given her inheirited Weasely Temper, Ginny is very good at what she does.  Just as Blaise is excellent at his job.

//The Keeper has the hardes job, in my opinion.  After the major threat (aka: Voldemort) is taken care of, the Keeper makes sure that its Power (Power=magic) doesn't become a problem again.  In our particular case, Keeper is holding Voldemort's Power locked away inside a special medallion, alolowing it to be transferred when the time is right.  I'll explain that in a bit.  In addition to holding the 'Main Power', the Keeper is also responsible for the power released and caught by the Seeker, Chaser and Beater.  They all get added together, thus making the Power-to-be-transferred much stronger.  Now, about holding Power for transfer…

//Power, by nature, is nuetral.  It's neither light nor dark.  it is the intention of the Witch or Wizard that makes it seem as such.  Voldemort, being the Heri of Slytherin was an extremely powerful Wizard, and when he was destroyed, his Power retained it's nuetral standing.  However, when he was defeated the first time *sigh*, his Power was never contained, and as he wasn't completely destroyed it was able to be reclaimed and made darker.

//Is that understandable?  I hope so.  I don't think I could explain it any better than that.//

Harry closed his journal and ran a hand through his hair.

"I definitly think this house needs a change" he said, placing his tome on the light oack table next to the faded brown couch.  "Darker, more Slytherin.  There's far too much Gryffindor in this place."

He picked up his wand, and with a smirk, got to work.

~!*!~

"Ginny!" Ron explaimed, bolting out of his seat as his sister walked in the door.  "My gods, where have you been?!  Mom's been worried sick!"

"I was helping Harry take care of a few things, that's all."

"Harry?  Gin, we haven't heard from Harry since graduation."

"Maybe you haven't, but I certainly have.  He owled me just last week."

Ron looked crest fallen as his 16-year old litle sister turned on her heel and headed up to ther room.  He was supposed to be Harrys best friend, wan'st he?  Harry was supposed to talk to him, wasn't he?  Why was ginny so special, that Harry talked to her more?  Had he done something to make Harry mad at him?  Was he… no.  Harry and Ginny weren't… Nuh uh.  No way.  They weren't…

"Ginny!" he bellowed, running up the stairs.

Meeting a locked door, he pounded on the frame, and heard a rather unique curst fly from his sisters tongue.

"Ginny, open this door!"

"I'm changing, Ron."

"Then hurry up and put some clothes on!"
"Can't this wait until after supper."
"NO, now open the fucking door!"

"I'm not letting you in my room with an attitude like that, Ronald Weasely.  Whatever you have to say can wait until after dinner, and you insist on acting like such an ass, you can wait unti tomorrow morning.  After breakfast."

"Virginia Elizabeth Weasely, I swear, if you don't open this door immediately, I will break it the fuck down!  Now unlock the fucking door!"

"No!"

Ron beat on the door so hard it cracked down the center.  He was just about to do it again when it swung upen and Ginny shoved him.  Hard enough to send him into the wall behind him and knock the portrait down at the other end of the hall.

"What the hell is your problem, Ron!?  No-one ever said you have exclusive rights to Harry, so if this is about him owling me, take your head out of your fucking ass and wake up!"

"You're fucking him, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?!  Where did that come from?!"

"It's the only logical explaination.  Harry's never not written to me, unless of course there's something wrong, and by god, I wouldn't want to talk to me either, if I was harry and fucking my best friends-"

*SLAP*

"Harry and I are doing nothing of the sort!  For the love of God, Ron, you are such an idiot.  Harry and I work together, and he needed help with one ofhis projects, that's all."

"Bull shit!  He doesn't work for any magical agency, and nobody's seen hide nor tail of him since graduation!"

"Well I have!  You would never understand our jobes.  hell, no-one knows anything about us, because they know virtually nothing of what we are."

"I've been friends with Hermione Granger for the past 7 years, Virginia, so I've heard quite a bit."

"There are no books bublished about what Harry and I –and a few select other- are.  And whatever books we're mentioned in, have been long since burned, or reside in Malfoy's private library."

"Stop making excuses and tell me what the hell is going on!"
"You don't need to know.  None of the family needs to know."

"Ginny."

He grabbed her arm as she moved to leave, and as she whirled around to smack him, he caught her wrist.  Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she wrenched herself out of his grasp with a low growl.

"What the hell is on your shoulders!?  Is that a tatoo?"

They heared the twins come in from ourside, arguing about something, and the 'woosh' of the fireplace signaled Mr. and Mrs. Weasely's return, having an argument of their own.  Ginny sighed and motioned to her room.  Ron walked in, his face still red, and when she entered, Ginny placed silencing and repellant charms all around the room.  Charms that Ron knew she didn't learn from a Hogwarts professor.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?"

"You may want to sit down, Ron."
"That means it's a bad thing, doesn't it?"
"Not necessarily bad, but you won't like it." she pointed her wand at her left writs. "Finite Incantm."

Imediately, a black mare appeared on her pale skin, and Ron's eyes widened.

"Is that… Ginny, why?"
"I refused to let Harry go to the Manor by himself and as James Reynold's 'companion' I had to be marked.  I had to prove my loyalty to James.  Three years is a long time to be keeping this a secret, but it was necessary."

"Since your 4th year?"
"Yes.  Ron, I know you're angry, but you have to understand, Harry is very important.  Not just to the Wizarding world, but to everyone.  Especially the other Death Mages."

"Is that what you are?  A Death Mage?"

"Yes.  I'm the Death Beater."

~TBC~

Well, did anyone see that coming?  I hope I'm not becoming predictable.  I don't know when I'll have the next chapter up, probably sometime next week.  So until then…

Schnoogles!