Beginning of the End
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Twenty-Two: Dream a Little Dream
***Disclaimer*** See Chapter Seven.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
+++..+++ Is a kinda lucent dreaming thing. You know, when you wake up in a dream and go +++oh, I'm dreaming. This sucks. How do I stop this. I don't even want to go there. Damn, I went there. I have a sick mind.+++ Yeah. That kind of thing.
****************** Dream/Fashback time:
Setting: Summer 1995
And take one.. ~some strange man holds up black and white checkered clip board with white chalk letters and numbers~ Take one, Action!
"I can't believe mum let you come." The voice rang out through the total darkness.
"She figured I would be just as safe here as in England. With Vold..You know who back to power."
+++No! Not again. Why do I keep hearing this!+++
"You can say the name."
"I know, but I'm use to people cringing. I stopped saying it so people would stop staring. Mum almost had a heart attack when she heard me use Voldemort in a sentence!"
+++Please. Why can't I wake up? I just want to wake up. Please...+++
"That sounds like mum. I still can't believe you're here!"
"Of course I'm here. I've been here for close to a month. I couldn't pass this up. What I can't believe is that you picked me."
"Why not you? The others are all caught up with their own plans and schemes. You are a blank parchment. I can corrupt you free of baggage! Whwhhhhaaa!"
Laughter. "Not exactly free. You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this vacation."
+++I'm sorry. Why won't this end! Why can't I ever see you! Why do I only get to HEAR you, hear THEM!+++
"Vacation! I haven't been giving you enough work I see. Can't have my ...hold on."
"What is it?"
"The outer wards have been breached. Get in here."
"What about you?"
"It's probably just some muggles that wandered onto sight. But stay here just in case."
"No, I'm here to help you.."
+++Oh, Merlin, not this. Anything but this.+++
"STAY HERE! There's been reports of Deatheater activity in the area, I don't want to take a chance."
"Deatheaters here?"
"Mum figured wrong, little one. Stay hidden. I don't like the feel of this. I shouldn't have brought you with me."
The sound of a heavy door being pushed into place, then a wand slide out from a sleeve followed by heavy footsteps and the swirl of robes broke through the voices.
+++Why didn't you hex them? Why! You had to have known, you had to have!+++
"Hello, I believe you have entered a restricted section of the site. If you would follow me I'll be more than happy to show you the way out."
"Oh, I know where we are, mugglelover. We came for the key you found. The key to deciphering the Monoglithian stones."
"I have no idea what you are talking about. The Monoglithian stones are indecipherable. We haven't found a key; we aren't even looking for one. The stones are half way across the world, what makes you think I would have found a key to deciphering them?"
"Master saw it, now where is it?"
+++Not again! Please not again!+++
"Your master is a fool. I don't have anything other than pot shards and an old piece of jewelry. This is an archaeological dig. I'm just here in case a problem arises in one of the other sites, this one is centrally located and I'm using it as a base. There isn't anything of value in this ruin! It was a workers block, not a temple."
+++Gryffindor to the end. Oh goddess. LET ME WAKE UP!+++
"Master is never wrong. You have what we seek."
"Oh that's strange, I haven't seen any bottles of intelligence enhancing potion lying around. But you could check..." A scream tore the nerves of the silent listener. A hand clamped over a mouth to stifle a return sympathetic scream. The sound of more laughter filled the air.
"Maybe he doesn't have it. Master did say he couldn't tell whether it was the first site or the second. But we had better make sure. What do you say mugglelover, should we make sure?"
"Go. To. HELL!"
"You first and keep my place warm. Crucio."
- - - - End Dream Sequence- - - - - -
A figure sat bolt upright in bed. Her hand went up to rob her throat. The soreness there made the her glad she had placed silencing charms around her bed. The others would not want to be awoken so early in the morning from the same old dream. The house was full, not as full as she wanted it to be, but a scream such as the one that had to have been ripped from her mouth was sure to have caused unwanted attention. A shiver passed over the small form as she reached for the flask of fire-whiskey hidden under the pillow.
The flask was raised to dry lips and a long draft pulled from the metal canister, the hands holding it shook. The young figure didn't even grimace as the fiery liquid burned its way down the beleaguered throat. The other hand raised a piece of cloth to dry eyes that ran with tears no one saw. They hadn't been there. They hadn't heard the screams, the jeers, the taunts. They hadn't huddled in a storage compartment and listened. They hadn't crawled out hours later to find their brother dead in a heap on the floor. His own hands bloody from trying to claw his eyes out after the Metuendus Visio curse. They hadn't sat through hours of ministry interrogations to be told they had imagined it, that Deatheaters weren't real anymore. And that their brother, the only one to understand them, had simply fallen victim to a latent curse buried with pottery shards. Pottery shards! Curses weren't placed on broken kitchenware! And besides, their brother's job was to find hidden spells, he wouldn't have neglected to do so. And a curse on pottery didn't explain the footprints or the voices heard.
The others had stood silent knowing the truth but not helping. They had hugged and patted and consoled, but they didn't understand. They couldn't, THEY WERN"T THERE! Another sip from the flask. They didn't get it, they never had and they never would. He had meant so much, taught her so much in the few weeks before that day. There was so much left to learn, and he was gone. His books were safe. That had been seen to before the ministry had been informed. For four hours she had moved the books deeper into the tunnels and hidden the real reason for her brother's being in the area. The stones did have a translation key, but not one the ministry would ever find. They held to much power to be used by anyone. The key was destroyed, turned to dust. The mystery kept hidden forever. Voldemort would not find what he wanted, not while there was a breath left in her body. He would fall at any cost, ANY cost.
The flask was almost empty and the whiskey was taking effect. She pulled the covers higher and let the now damp cloth fall to the bed. It didn't matter what price there was to pay; any cost was worth it so long as the Dark Lord fell. Any cost to avenge a brother killed and denied the title of martyr he deserved. One of the first victims of the newly resurrected Dark Lord and his name was forgotten. It would not remain so forever. The flask was set down and the hand that held it moved to the scar on its mate's palm. The knife had hurt that day, but the pain set the tone for the rest of the fight and the scar was a constant reminder. He was dead, and there would be a reckoning, a very painful reckoning for one snake lord.
A/N:
Metuendus Visio means, literally, Dreadful sight. My Latin is non-existent so I base this on dictionaries so bare with people. The curse is meant to show you a sight you can't bare to see. Family raped and tortured. Small children impaled. Live cats being dissected. Flames engulfing your favorite bookstore..Okay people will obviously see something different depending on what/whom they care about. Our poor victim here did what most people under the curse do. Try to get rid of the sight. At any cost.
This chapter is dedicated to my most wonderful reviewer Charley. PEASE GO READ Charley's STORY!
LL&P Saavik
Authors: Starchild and Saavik
Chapter Twenty-Two: Dream a Little Dream
***Disclaimer*** See Chapter Seven.
When you see // ..// it means the person is thinking and not talking.
+++..+++ Is a kinda lucent dreaming thing. You know, when you wake up in a dream and go +++oh, I'm dreaming. This sucks. How do I stop this. I don't even want to go there. Damn, I went there. I have a sick mind.+++ Yeah. That kind of thing.
****************** Dream/Fashback time:
Setting: Summer 1995
And take one.. ~some strange man holds up black and white checkered clip board with white chalk letters and numbers~ Take one, Action!
"I can't believe mum let you come." The voice rang out through the total darkness.
"She figured I would be just as safe here as in England. With Vold..You know who back to power."
+++No! Not again. Why do I keep hearing this!+++
"You can say the name."
"I know, but I'm use to people cringing. I stopped saying it so people would stop staring. Mum almost had a heart attack when she heard me use Voldemort in a sentence!"
+++Please. Why can't I wake up? I just want to wake up. Please...+++
"That sounds like mum. I still can't believe you're here!"
"Of course I'm here. I've been here for close to a month. I couldn't pass this up. What I can't believe is that you picked me."
"Why not you? The others are all caught up with their own plans and schemes. You are a blank parchment. I can corrupt you free of baggage! Whwhhhhaaa!"
Laughter. "Not exactly free. You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this vacation."
+++I'm sorry. Why won't this end! Why can't I ever see you! Why do I only get to HEAR you, hear THEM!+++
"Vacation! I haven't been giving you enough work I see. Can't have my ...hold on."
"What is it?"
"The outer wards have been breached. Get in here."
"What about you?"
"It's probably just some muggles that wandered onto sight. But stay here just in case."
"No, I'm here to help you.."
+++Oh, Merlin, not this. Anything but this.+++
"STAY HERE! There's been reports of Deatheater activity in the area, I don't want to take a chance."
"Deatheaters here?"
"Mum figured wrong, little one. Stay hidden. I don't like the feel of this. I shouldn't have brought you with me."
The sound of a heavy door being pushed into place, then a wand slide out from a sleeve followed by heavy footsteps and the swirl of robes broke through the voices.
+++Why didn't you hex them? Why! You had to have known, you had to have!+++
"Hello, I believe you have entered a restricted section of the site. If you would follow me I'll be more than happy to show you the way out."
"Oh, I know where we are, mugglelover. We came for the key you found. The key to deciphering the Monoglithian stones."
"I have no idea what you are talking about. The Monoglithian stones are indecipherable. We haven't found a key; we aren't even looking for one. The stones are half way across the world, what makes you think I would have found a key to deciphering them?"
"Master saw it, now where is it?"
+++Not again! Please not again!+++
"Your master is a fool. I don't have anything other than pot shards and an old piece of jewelry. This is an archaeological dig. I'm just here in case a problem arises in one of the other sites, this one is centrally located and I'm using it as a base. There isn't anything of value in this ruin! It was a workers block, not a temple."
+++Gryffindor to the end. Oh goddess. LET ME WAKE UP!+++
"Master is never wrong. You have what we seek."
"Oh that's strange, I haven't seen any bottles of intelligence enhancing potion lying around. But you could check..." A scream tore the nerves of the silent listener. A hand clamped over a mouth to stifle a return sympathetic scream. The sound of more laughter filled the air.
"Maybe he doesn't have it. Master did say he couldn't tell whether it was the first site or the second. But we had better make sure. What do you say mugglelover, should we make sure?"
"Go. To. HELL!"
"You first and keep my place warm. Crucio."
- - - - End Dream Sequence- - - - - -
A figure sat bolt upright in bed. Her hand went up to rob her throat. The soreness there made the her glad she had placed silencing charms around her bed. The others would not want to be awoken so early in the morning from the same old dream. The house was full, not as full as she wanted it to be, but a scream such as the one that had to have been ripped from her mouth was sure to have caused unwanted attention. A shiver passed over the small form as she reached for the flask of fire-whiskey hidden under the pillow.
The flask was raised to dry lips and a long draft pulled from the metal canister, the hands holding it shook. The young figure didn't even grimace as the fiery liquid burned its way down the beleaguered throat. The other hand raised a piece of cloth to dry eyes that ran with tears no one saw. They hadn't been there. They hadn't heard the screams, the jeers, the taunts. They hadn't huddled in a storage compartment and listened. They hadn't crawled out hours later to find their brother dead in a heap on the floor. His own hands bloody from trying to claw his eyes out after the Metuendus Visio curse. They hadn't sat through hours of ministry interrogations to be told they had imagined it, that Deatheaters weren't real anymore. And that their brother, the only one to understand them, had simply fallen victim to a latent curse buried with pottery shards. Pottery shards! Curses weren't placed on broken kitchenware! And besides, their brother's job was to find hidden spells, he wouldn't have neglected to do so. And a curse on pottery didn't explain the footprints or the voices heard.
The others had stood silent knowing the truth but not helping. They had hugged and patted and consoled, but they didn't understand. They couldn't, THEY WERN"T THERE! Another sip from the flask. They didn't get it, they never had and they never would. He had meant so much, taught her so much in the few weeks before that day. There was so much left to learn, and he was gone. His books were safe. That had been seen to before the ministry had been informed. For four hours she had moved the books deeper into the tunnels and hidden the real reason for her brother's being in the area. The stones did have a translation key, but not one the ministry would ever find. They held to much power to be used by anyone. The key was destroyed, turned to dust. The mystery kept hidden forever. Voldemort would not find what he wanted, not while there was a breath left in her body. He would fall at any cost, ANY cost.
The flask was almost empty and the whiskey was taking effect. She pulled the covers higher and let the now damp cloth fall to the bed. It didn't matter what price there was to pay; any cost was worth it so long as the Dark Lord fell. Any cost to avenge a brother killed and denied the title of martyr he deserved. One of the first victims of the newly resurrected Dark Lord and his name was forgotten. It would not remain so forever. The flask was set down and the hand that held it moved to the scar on its mate's palm. The knife had hurt that day, but the pain set the tone for the rest of the fight and the scar was a constant reminder. He was dead, and there would be a reckoning, a very painful reckoning for one snake lord.
A/N:
Metuendus Visio means, literally, Dreadful sight. My Latin is non-existent so I base this on dictionaries so bare with people. The curse is meant to show you a sight you can't bare to see. Family raped and tortured. Small children impaled. Live cats being dissected. Flames engulfing your favorite bookstore..Okay people will obviously see something different depending on what/whom they care about. Our poor victim here did what most people under the curse do. Try to get rid of the sight. At any cost.
This chapter is dedicated to my most wonderful reviewer Charley. PEASE GO READ Charley's STORY!
LL&P Saavik