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A/N: You'll find out who she is later. Please enjoy this story and review at the end! :o) Now a big round of applause for Voldemort! No? Ok.
(At Voldemort's hideout)
"REANNE BRING ME WATER." Bellowed the confidant and booming voice of Lord Voldemort. He sat in a scrappy and tattered red armchair in a tiny wooden shack. He wore black robes and a long black cloak. He held a wand gripped in his bony white fingers. He had no hair and his head was unhealthy and ghostly white with big black rings around his eyes.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort. Right away." Reanne's shaking hands poured a glass of water and she handed it to him, avoiding eye contact.
"Now get out of my sight." He sneered. "Go outside and pick daisies or something stupid like that!" ignoring his comments she quietly left the shack and burst into tears immediately.
Reanne was wearing a long brown skirt and long white top. They were now dirty and tattered looking as though she had been wearing it for all of her 13 years. She had her wand, it didn't work properly since Voldemort snapped it but she taped it together and kept it. Her eyes were always red from crying and she was always shaking, she had been battered and bruised by Voldemort, physically and magically. She had deep blue eyes that seemed dead and dull and straggly chestnut hair that used to be glossy and full of life.
She had been wandering through the forest trying to catch her little brother's toad when she saw the flash of light, stupidly she went to investigate and found herself face to face with the darkest and most dangerous wizard known. She had though 'That's it, I'm as good as dead.' But he had done something much worse, kept her as his slave. She knew his plan to kill Harry and Rose Potter and she knew that if he succeeded in killing them he'd kill her too so she was wishing so much for them to win which was hard because against her will she knew deep down she was helping him.
"How am I going to get out of here?" Reanne whispered to herself.
~*~
"Morning Harry." Ron said happily. Harry rolled over and looked at his clock. He blinked a few times before realising it was midday. "RON!!! Why didn't you wake me up?! I've missed all my morning classes, I've." he kept rambling on and hurriedly through on his uniform crookedly.
Ron burst out laughing. "Idiot." He said.
"What?" Harry blushed.
"Dumbledore called a day off you dope! Teachers meeting. We found out early this morning in the common room. You seemed so tiered I was going to wake you up after 5 more minutes but I though it best to leave you." He was still giggling.
"Oh. Thanks Ron." He dropped back on to his bed.
"I'd take that school uniform off then. Hermione and the girls have gone to the lake to" he put on a mocking voice "study!"
Harry laughed.
"What's this?" Ron picked up the letter from Sirius and the smile briefly disappeared from his face remembering that their lives were now on the line. "Maybe I should get Rose in?"
"No. It's stupid for us to worry about it non stop knowing that we are 99% likely to have to face him before the year is up." Harry pulled his jumper over his head and grabbed his broom. "Quidditch?"
Ron grabbed his old but loyal broom, "You bet!"
They raced downstairs laughing happily when the stopped dead as McGonagall stepped in front of them.
"Alright miss?" said Ron, out of breath.
"I am not in a jocular mood Mr Weasly. If you could please fetch Miss Granger, Miss Weasly and Miss Potter in."
Ron headed towards the door quickly and Harry tried to follow. "Not so fast Mr Potter."
"Yes miss?" he gulped.
"I don't want Dumbledore to pressurise you into fighting He who must not be named."
"I would've had to fight Vol.you know who anyway. Especially with Rose here. I just don't like waiting, I don't like seeing Ginny crying and Hermione freezing every time she hears the letter V and I don't want Ron to keep falsely joking, I just want it over."
"I understand Harry but you shouldn't rush in to things as great as this. There is something else."
Harry saw the strange look McGonagall was giving him and was just about to ask what it was about when Hermione, Ginny, Rose and Ron came walking down the corridor. Rose sped up considerably until she was jogging down the corridor.
"Miss Miss! There was a flash and this note. It was on fire, it's still whole it's from."
McGonagall snatched the note and read it with a look of death upon her face. "Oh no. Children come with me to Dumbledore's office this instant, stay close." She marched off with the girls hurrying after her.
Harry looked at Ron. "I didn't see it Harry. Hermione was white, Ginny was crying and Rose looked as though she had steam coming out her ears.so much for Quidditch." He mumbled.
"I'm sorry Ron." Harry said before walking after McGonagall.
Ron scuffed along the floor. He was upset, he didn't know what that note said. It said something bad he knew and how many times can you be lucky? How many times can you survive? Why were he best friends with Harry Potter? A smile crossed his face. Because he was Ron and Harry was Harry.
"Quietly children." McGonagall opened the door into a little lounge like place in Dumbledore's wing of Hogwarts. She shut the door behind them and went to talk to Dumbledore, working in his office.
Rose gave the crumpled note to Harry. "It's bad." She whispered.
The two surviving (but not for long) Potters, You and your friends will not survive, A blood bath there is to be, 2 days incounting, And you will see, Just how TERRIBLE I can be. Your friend, Lord Voldemort.
Harry gasped. A blood bath. Not him, it was going to be just like it was before he was born and when he was a baby. All innocent people killed. How did the note get here?
"Oh.I'm so sorry. Everyone." He whimpered.
"Oh Harry. I don't want to die." Hermione collapsed into his arms, crying pitifully. Ginny was clinging on to Ron who had tears brimming in his eyes.
Rose was different. Rose sat as though she were a statue bearing no expression. She looked around at the pain and terror that monster had caused to those dearest to her.
He.Must.Pay.
Suddenly the door opened and Sirius Black walked in. "Hello Harry, Rose." He said.
"Sirius!" Harry released Hermione and hugged Sirius. Finally he thought he had someone to protect him. Finally.
"Oh Rose. At last I get to meet you, I remember your dad, little Greg Potter. He was 3 years younger than we were. James was embarrassed by him thoughroughly." Sirius laughed. "Greg always wanted to be a marauder."
Rose sat motionless before running up to him in tears. "You knew him? You knew my dad. I never spoke to anyone that did about him.EVER."
"Awww. You poor kids. I never knew your mum but I'm sure they didn't want this happening to you."
Harry handed Sirius the note as Dumbledore came into the room.
"Sorry that it's such a sad time for a family reunion. Sirius I promise you that staying here will have no negative effect on you what so ever. Now, regarding that note." Sirius handed it to him.
"Oh. This is quite a situation. Professor McGonagall have all pupils placed into the great hall, all the teachers stationed there aswell please. I'd like the portraits informed and no one except members of staff allowed into the portraits whether they have the password or not. I want the ghosts patrolling the school aswell and send an owl to Cornelious A.S.A.P we are in a situation of emergency."
"Right away sir."
The school was blasted into panic. They were able to piece together what was happening in a matter of minutes and demanding to send owls to parents or to be put with brothers and sisters.
A few hours later McGonagall came back. "Its horrifying sir. Pupils have complained of belongings being destroyed, photos have been burnt and covered in blood. Notes from You know who matching this one have been pinned up on house notice boards! They all say, 'Please remind all members of said house that they will be dying in approx. 2 days. Lord Voldemort.' It's a sad truth. We are dealing with something much more than what was before Sir."
~*~
"It has been done Father." Said a boy. He had messy dark brown hair and deadly dark eyes. He was tall and slim and robed in pure black. He looked about 16. "Well done my child, well done. Jordan, you will make a great Lord Voldemort II." Drawled Voldemort.
"Thank you father. Are you going to kill Reanne when you kill those kids?"
"I was thinking of leaving her as your first time kill." Voldemort said carelessly.
"I-I k-k-kill Reanne. But father, you, she's yours?" he was surprised at this.
Jordan never intended to kill anybody so soon. He wanted to wait until he was at least 25 before he started killing people. He didn't want to kill Reanne. He wanted to watch his father kill her because like his father his mind was twisted in uncontrollable ways.
Infact Jordan's secret was that he wanted to kill his father first if he didn't get killed trying to kill the Potters. Jordan had been 4 when he watched Voldemort slowly torture his mother to death after an argument.
"Nonsense son. Kill her anyway you wish."
Reanne slid down the door. She had been listening from the kitchen. Is this what her life had been destined to? Listening to two mad men plotting her death and offering her to eachother like a bill?
A/N: Well. This is a messy chapter to say the least but I think it's pretty good, please review! The next chapter is going to be un-missable. I want reviews before I write it though!
A/N: You'll find out who she is later. Please enjoy this story and review at the end! :o) Now a big round of applause for Voldemort! No? Ok.
(At Voldemort's hideout)
"REANNE BRING ME WATER." Bellowed the confidant and booming voice of Lord Voldemort. He sat in a scrappy and tattered red armchair in a tiny wooden shack. He wore black robes and a long black cloak. He held a wand gripped in his bony white fingers. He had no hair and his head was unhealthy and ghostly white with big black rings around his eyes.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort. Right away." Reanne's shaking hands poured a glass of water and she handed it to him, avoiding eye contact.
"Now get out of my sight." He sneered. "Go outside and pick daisies or something stupid like that!" ignoring his comments she quietly left the shack and burst into tears immediately.
Reanne was wearing a long brown skirt and long white top. They were now dirty and tattered looking as though she had been wearing it for all of her 13 years. She had her wand, it didn't work properly since Voldemort snapped it but she taped it together and kept it. Her eyes were always red from crying and she was always shaking, she had been battered and bruised by Voldemort, physically and magically. She had deep blue eyes that seemed dead and dull and straggly chestnut hair that used to be glossy and full of life.
She had been wandering through the forest trying to catch her little brother's toad when she saw the flash of light, stupidly she went to investigate and found herself face to face with the darkest and most dangerous wizard known. She had though 'That's it, I'm as good as dead.' But he had done something much worse, kept her as his slave. She knew his plan to kill Harry and Rose Potter and she knew that if he succeeded in killing them he'd kill her too so she was wishing so much for them to win which was hard because against her will she knew deep down she was helping him.
"How am I going to get out of here?" Reanne whispered to herself.
~*~
"Morning Harry." Ron said happily. Harry rolled over and looked at his clock. He blinked a few times before realising it was midday. "RON!!! Why didn't you wake me up?! I've missed all my morning classes, I've." he kept rambling on and hurriedly through on his uniform crookedly.
Ron burst out laughing. "Idiot." He said.
"What?" Harry blushed.
"Dumbledore called a day off you dope! Teachers meeting. We found out early this morning in the common room. You seemed so tiered I was going to wake you up after 5 more minutes but I though it best to leave you." He was still giggling.
"Oh. Thanks Ron." He dropped back on to his bed.
"I'd take that school uniform off then. Hermione and the girls have gone to the lake to" he put on a mocking voice "study!"
Harry laughed.
"What's this?" Ron picked up the letter from Sirius and the smile briefly disappeared from his face remembering that their lives were now on the line. "Maybe I should get Rose in?"
"No. It's stupid for us to worry about it non stop knowing that we are 99% likely to have to face him before the year is up." Harry pulled his jumper over his head and grabbed his broom. "Quidditch?"
Ron grabbed his old but loyal broom, "You bet!"
They raced downstairs laughing happily when the stopped dead as McGonagall stepped in front of them.
"Alright miss?" said Ron, out of breath.
"I am not in a jocular mood Mr Weasly. If you could please fetch Miss Granger, Miss Weasly and Miss Potter in."
Ron headed towards the door quickly and Harry tried to follow. "Not so fast Mr Potter."
"Yes miss?" he gulped.
"I don't want Dumbledore to pressurise you into fighting He who must not be named."
"I would've had to fight Vol.you know who anyway. Especially with Rose here. I just don't like waiting, I don't like seeing Ginny crying and Hermione freezing every time she hears the letter V and I don't want Ron to keep falsely joking, I just want it over."
"I understand Harry but you shouldn't rush in to things as great as this. There is something else."
Harry saw the strange look McGonagall was giving him and was just about to ask what it was about when Hermione, Ginny, Rose and Ron came walking down the corridor. Rose sped up considerably until she was jogging down the corridor.
"Miss Miss! There was a flash and this note. It was on fire, it's still whole it's from."
McGonagall snatched the note and read it with a look of death upon her face. "Oh no. Children come with me to Dumbledore's office this instant, stay close." She marched off with the girls hurrying after her.
Harry looked at Ron. "I didn't see it Harry. Hermione was white, Ginny was crying and Rose looked as though she had steam coming out her ears.so much for Quidditch." He mumbled.
"I'm sorry Ron." Harry said before walking after McGonagall.
Ron scuffed along the floor. He was upset, he didn't know what that note said. It said something bad he knew and how many times can you be lucky? How many times can you survive? Why were he best friends with Harry Potter? A smile crossed his face. Because he was Ron and Harry was Harry.
"Quietly children." McGonagall opened the door into a little lounge like place in Dumbledore's wing of Hogwarts. She shut the door behind them and went to talk to Dumbledore, working in his office.
Rose gave the crumpled note to Harry. "It's bad." She whispered.
The two surviving (but not for long) Potters, You and your friends will not survive, A blood bath there is to be, 2 days incounting, And you will see, Just how TERRIBLE I can be. Your friend, Lord Voldemort.
Harry gasped. A blood bath. Not him, it was going to be just like it was before he was born and when he was a baby. All innocent people killed. How did the note get here?
"Oh.I'm so sorry. Everyone." He whimpered.
"Oh Harry. I don't want to die." Hermione collapsed into his arms, crying pitifully. Ginny was clinging on to Ron who had tears brimming in his eyes.
Rose was different. Rose sat as though she were a statue bearing no expression. She looked around at the pain and terror that monster had caused to those dearest to her.
He.Must.Pay.
Suddenly the door opened and Sirius Black walked in. "Hello Harry, Rose." He said.
"Sirius!" Harry released Hermione and hugged Sirius. Finally he thought he had someone to protect him. Finally.
"Oh Rose. At last I get to meet you, I remember your dad, little Greg Potter. He was 3 years younger than we were. James was embarrassed by him thoughroughly." Sirius laughed. "Greg always wanted to be a marauder."
Rose sat motionless before running up to him in tears. "You knew him? You knew my dad. I never spoke to anyone that did about him.EVER."
"Awww. You poor kids. I never knew your mum but I'm sure they didn't want this happening to you."
Harry handed Sirius the note as Dumbledore came into the room.
"Sorry that it's such a sad time for a family reunion. Sirius I promise you that staying here will have no negative effect on you what so ever. Now, regarding that note." Sirius handed it to him.
"Oh. This is quite a situation. Professor McGonagall have all pupils placed into the great hall, all the teachers stationed there aswell please. I'd like the portraits informed and no one except members of staff allowed into the portraits whether they have the password or not. I want the ghosts patrolling the school aswell and send an owl to Cornelious A.S.A.P we are in a situation of emergency."
"Right away sir."
The school was blasted into panic. They were able to piece together what was happening in a matter of minutes and demanding to send owls to parents or to be put with brothers and sisters.
A few hours later McGonagall came back. "Its horrifying sir. Pupils have complained of belongings being destroyed, photos have been burnt and covered in blood. Notes from You know who matching this one have been pinned up on house notice boards! They all say, 'Please remind all members of said house that they will be dying in approx. 2 days. Lord Voldemort.' It's a sad truth. We are dealing with something much more than what was before Sir."
~*~
"It has been done Father." Said a boy. He had messy dark brown hair and deadly dark eyes. He was tall and slim and robed in pure black. He looked about 16. "Well done my child, well done. Jordan, you will make a great Lord Voldemort II." Drawled Voldemort.
"Thank you father. Are you going to kill Reanne when you kill those kids?"
"I was thinking of leaving her as your first time kill." Voldemort said carelessly.
"I-I k-k-kill Reanne. But father, you, she's yours?" he was surprised at this.
Jordan never intended to kill anybody so soon. He wanted to wait until he was at least 25 before he started killing people. He didn't want to kill Reanne. He wanted to watch his father kill her because like his father his mind was twisted in uncontrollable ways.
Infact Jordan's secret was that he wanted to kill his father first if he didn't get killed trying to kill the Potters. Jordan had been 4 when he watched Voldemort slowly torture his mother to death after an argument.
"Nonsense son. Kill her anyway you wish."
Reanne slid down the door. She had been listening from the kitchen. Is this what her life had been destined to? Listening to two mad men plotting her death and offering her to eachother like a bill?
A/N: Well. This is a messy chapter to say the least but I think it's pretty good, please review! The next chapter is going to be un-missable. I want reviews before I write it though!