The Sword that is Not a Sword
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, nobody except Guenevere and Gareth belongs to me.anyway.this is the next chapter.and Remus doesn't show up.so, deal with it!
Part 4: Elf, Dark Elf, Half Elf, a Link, and the Worst Night that Anyone Had Ever Seen
"What are you planning to do with your life, Sirius?" I asked. "You know what? I really don't know," he answered. "What about you, Lily?" I asked, turning my eyes to her. "I really don't know. I think I'm going to do some work for the Ministry." "That's cool. What about you, Peter?" "I don't have a job yet," Peter said, grinning sheepishly. "That's ok." "Well, James. You've asked all of us. What are you doing?" Sirius asked. "I got onto a Quiddich team," I answered. "No surprises there," Sirius answered. "There's only one person here who hasn't told what they're going to do," Lily said, turning her green eyes to Guenevere, who was leaning against a window, staring listlessly out at the countryside. "Guenevere? What do you plan to do with your life?" "What?" Guenevere said, jerked out of a reverie. Lily sighed. "What do you intend to do with your life?" "Oh. I'm not allowed to tell." "Whyever not?" "Because of the kind of work I'm going into." "I see." We played a few games of cards-in which Guenevere did not join in-and when we reached Kings Cross, they all said goodbye. "Bye, guys!" Lily shouted, as she went to join her parents and sister. "I'll keep in touch, all right?"
"Bye, Lily!" I called back. Only Guenevere didn't take part in the farewells. I always wondered why. Guess I'll never know.
* * *
The boy was six. He had had a violent birth, and had been cloistered all his life. He had his mother's silvery blue-gray eyes, and his father's brown hair, which he wanted to wear long, but his grandfather said that was inappropriate for a boy his age. His mother was coming home today. She had spent the last four years completing training as a spy. And she was finally coming home. He barely knew her. She had only been around during summers for his first 2 years, and she hadn't been at home at all for the past four years. A young woman jogged up, auburn hair flowing down her back all the way to her hips. The boy's grandfather, Dalamar, walked calmly out to meet her. "Guenevere," he said calmly. "Father," she replied, equally calmly. "Would you like to meet your son?" Dalamar asked hesitantly. The young woman-Guenevere-blinked. "Yes. Yes, I would." "Gareth!" Dalamar called. "Don't be shy. Come and meet your mother." The boy came up shyly. "Mama?" he whispered. The young woman smiled at him. Gareth was captured. He, from then on, revered his mother like a goddess. He honestly worshipped her. Even though she worked almost all of the time, when she was home, she was his best friend in the entire world.
A year later, Guenevere was helping Lily get ready for her wedding to James. Guenevere was Lily's bridesmaid. Lily was dressed in the same white outfit she had worn for the masquerade when she was 16. She was 22 now. Guenevere was wearing sky blue. Guenevere was braiding Lily's hair when her communicator went off. "Not now!" she muttered, and answered. "Yes.right now? I'm on.no, sir.right away, sir.I know, sir.yes, sir." She turned to Lily. "Lily, I'm really sorry, but there's an international crisis going on right now, and I can't make your wedding. Can you possibly forgive me?" "It's all right, Guenevere. I'll explain to the others," Lily said. Of course an international crisis is far more important then my wedding! Lily thought. What was she thinking?
Guenevere arrived at the Ministry in a very few minutes. She walked through the halls, her smooth, silky robes billowing around her. "I don't have time for this," she muttered. She quickened her pace. When she reached the Minister's office, she saw the Minister, his wand on the table, a young man with his wand pointed at the Minister, who was tied to the chair. Guenevere pulled a knife, and flung it, not bothering to aim. She walked over to where the assassin was pinned to the wall. "Pity," she said quietly, as she untied the Minister. "I killed him. And I do not often miss my aim." The Minister smiled. "Aren't you a bit.overdressed for a rescue?" "No, you think?" Guenevere said sarcastically. "I'm actually dressed for my best friend's wedding." "I'm sorry to interrupt that." "It's ok," Guenevere said, smiling slightly.
It was exactly two weeks before The Night. Guenevere and James were talking together, out in his front yard. "Guenevere, I-I may not-I-I think one of the Marauders is a traitor," James said hesitantly. "I know," Guenevere responded softly. "I-I can't really rule out anyone." "James, I will swear on my life-and anything else you wish me to-that I am not the spy." "Coming from you, I know you tell the truth." "What do you want me to do?" "I-do you know how to link?" "Yes. We learned that in training." "I-I was wondering if-if you could link to Lily and I, and maybe even Harry. It might save our lives. I-I'd be eternally gratefully if you would-- -" "Of course I will, James," Guenevere said quietly, putting her hand on his. "I'll do that."
Two weeks passed. Evening. Quiet. Guenevere sat in her home in an aspen grove. Her son was in bed. Her father was in the library-studying. What else? She was waiting. She had a bad feeling about that night. She felt- fear. Fear such as she had not experienced since-since-the Unspeakable. She closed her eyes. Abruptly, she jumped up. She dashed to the library. "Father!" she shouted. "What is it, Guenevere?" "I can't feel him anymore! He's gone!" "Calm down, daughter. Who do you mean?" "James!" "My gods." "Lily." "You're not planning to." "Yes, Father. I have to help her. I only worry that I am too late." "Guenevere, Guenevere! You're powerful, but you're not that powerful! You'll die!" Guenevere smiled grimly. "That's a chance I'll have to take." She Disapparated.
"No, not Harry, please not Harry! Have mercy, have mercy!" "Stand aside, you silly girl! Stand aside!" Guenevere appeared next to Lily. She was hidden in the shadows. She heard the words-the horrible, awful words, the words that had killed James, the words that intended Lily for their next victim. She grabbed Lily, and whispered some words of Krynnish magic. At the instant that she left, she cast two more Krynnish spells: one to create an illusion of Lily's body, just in case, and one to destroy the house. A few moments later, they appeared in Guenevere's living room in the house made out of an aspen grove. "I did it," Guenevere whispered, and then stumbled. "Mama!" Gareth shouted, attempting to catch her. Dalamar got there first. "Guenevere?" Lily asked, looking confused. "Yes?" Guenevere whispered. "Did he just call you 'Mama?'"
(A/N: I am very well aware that this is an extremely cruel place to cut off a story.and I am also aware that you can deal with it. When the next chapter arrives, some questions will be answered.I don't intend to keep you in suspense forever!)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, nobody except Guenevere and Gareth belongs to me.anyway.this is the next chapter.and Remus doesn't show up.so, deal with it!
Part 4: Elf, Dark Elf, Half Elf, a Link, and the Worst Night that Anyone Had Ever Seen
"What are you planning to do with your life, Sirius?" I asked. "You know what? I really don't know," he answered. "What about you, Lily?" I asked, turning my eyes to her. "I really don't know. I think I'm going to do some work for the Ministry." "That's cool. What about you, Peter?" "I don't have a job yet," Peter said, grinning sheepishly. "That's ok." "Well, James. You've asked all of us. What are you doing?" Sirius asked. "I got onto a Quiddich team," I answered. "No surprises there," Sirius answered. "There's only one person here who hasn't told what they're going to do," Lily said, turning her green eyes to Guenevere, who was leaning against a window, staring listlessly out at the countryside. "Guenevere? What do you plan to do with your life?" "What?" Guenevere said, jerked out of a reverie. Lily sighed. "What do you intend to do with your life?" "Oh. I'm not allowed to tell." "Whyever not?" "Because of the kind of work I'm going into." "I see." We played a few games of cards-in which Guenevere did not join in-and when we reached Kings Cross, they all said goodbye. "Bye, guys!" Lily shouted, as she went to join her parents and sister. "I'll keep in touch, all right?"
"Bye, Lily!" I called back. Only Guenevere didn't take part in the farewells. I always wondered why. Guess I'll never know.
* * *
The boy was six. He had had a violent birth, and had been cloistered all his life. He had his mother's silvery blue-gray eyes, and his father's brown hair, which he wanted to wear long, but his grandfather said that was inappropriate for a boy his age. His mother was coming home today. She had spent the last four years completing training as a spy. And she was finally coming home. He barely knew her. She had only been around during summers for his first 2 years, and she hadn't been at home at all for the past four years. A young woman jogged up, auburn hair flowing down her back all the way to her hips. The boy's grandfather, Dalamar, walked calmly out to meet her. "Guenevere," he said calmly. "Father," she replied, equally calmly. "Would you like to meet your son?" Dalamar asked hesitantly. The young woman-Guenevere-blinked. "Yes. Yes, I would." "Gareth!" Dalamar called. "Don't be shy. Come and meet your mother." The boy came up shyly. "Mama?" he whispered. The young woman smiled at him. Gareth was captured. He, from then on, revered his mother like a goddess. He honestly worshipped her. Even though she worked almost all of the time, when she was home, she was his best friend in the entire world.
A year later, Guenevere was helping Lily get ready for her wedding to James. Guenevere was Lily's bridesmaid. Lily was dressed in the same white outfit she had worn for the masquerade when she was 16. She was 22 now. Guenevere was wearing sky blue. Guenevere was braiding Lily's hair when her communicator went off. "Not now!" she muttered, and answered. "Yes.right now? I'm on.no, sir.right away, sir.I know, sir.yes, sir." She turned to Lily. "Lily, I'm really sorry, but there's an international crisis going on right now, and I can't make your wedding. Can you possibly forgive me?" "It's all right, Guenevere. I'll explain to the others," Lily said. Of course an international crisis is far more important then my wedding! Lily thought. What was she thinking?
Guenevere arrived at the Ministry in a very few minutes. She walked through the halls, her smooth, silky robes billowing around her. "I don't have time for this," she muttered. She quickened her pace. When she reached the Minister's office, she saw the Minister, his wand on the table, a young man with his wand pointed at the Minister, who was tied to the chair. Guenevere pulled a knife, and flung it, not bothering to aim. She walked over to where the assassin was pinned to the wall. "Pity," she said quietly, as she untied the Minister. "I killed him. And I do not often miss my aim." The Minister smiled. "Aren't you a bit.overdressed for a rescue?" "No, you think?" Guenevere said sarcastically. "I'm actually dressed for my best friend's wedding." "I'm sorry to interrupt that." "It's ok," Guenevere said, smiling slightly.
It was exactly two weeks before The Night. Guenevere and James were talking together, out in his front yard. "Guenevere, I-I may not-I-I think one of the Marauders is a traitor," James said hesitantly. "I know," Guenevere responded softly. "I-I can't really rule out anyone." "James, I will swear on my life-and anything else you wish me to-that I am not the spy." "Coming from you, I know you tell the truth." "What do you want me to do?" "I-do you know how to link?" "Yes. We learned that in training." "I-I was wondering if-if you could link to Lily and I, and maybe even Harry. It might save our lives. I-I'd be eternally gratefully if you would-- -" "Of course I will, James," Guenevere said quietly, putting her hand on his. "I'll do that."
Two weeks passed. Evening. Quiet. Guenevere sat in her home in an aspen grove. Her son was in bed. Her father was in the library-studying. What else? She was waiting. She had a bad feeling about that night. She felt- fear. Fear such as she had not experienced since-since-the Unspeakable. She closed her eyes. Abruptly, she jumped up. She dashed to the library. "Father!" she shouted. "What is it, Guenevere?" "I can't feel him anymore! He's gone!" "Calm down, daughter. Who do you mean?" "James!" "My gods." "Lily." "You're not planning to." "Yes, Father. I have to help her. I only worry that I am too late." "Guenevere, Guenevere! You're powerful, but you're not that powerful! You'll die!" Guenevere smiled grimly. "That's a chance I'll have to take." She Disapparated.
"No, not Harry, please not Harry! Have mercy, have mercy!" "Stand aside, you silly girl! Stand aside!" Guenevere appeared next to Lily. She was hidden in the shadows. She heard the words-the horrible, awful words, the words that had killed James, the words that intended Lily for their next victim. She grabbed Lily, and whispered some words of Krynnish magic. At the instant that she left, she cast two more Krynnish spells: one to create an illusion of Lily's body, just in case, and one to destroy the house. A few moments later, they appeared in Guenevere's living room in the house made out of an aspen grove. "I did it," Guenevere whispered, and then stumbled. "Mama!" Gareth shouted, attempting to catch her. Dalamar got there first. "Guenevere?" Lily asked, looking confused. "Yes?" Guenevere whispered. "Did he just call you 'Mama?'"
(A/N: I am very well aware that this is an extremely cruel place to cut off a story.and I am also aware that you can deal with it. When the next chapter arrives, some questions will be answered.I don't intend to keep you in suspense forever!)