Campiongal's How the Stars Fall
Interlude the Second: Crying
3-15-03
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Ok. This takes place right before the scene in the Three Broomsticks where Blaise sings his song. It just gives us a little more insight into him, and does tie in with the story, but it's not really a chapter, so it's out newest interlude. *hugs* I like Blaise in my story, and I hope you will grow to like him more through this chapter, explaining him.
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Blaise sat on his bed, His eyes filling with tears. He had a performance that day. In Hogsmeade. It seemed that the only thing he could think of, however, was how lonely he was. FFR kept him busy most the time. Keeping the saved out of Voldemort's way and in hiding, then trying to rescue other death-eaters. It was a tricky job, and usually kept his mind filled, but then there were the break periods. They would send him to rest, tell him he was trying to hard, and that would kill him. Maybe he was hoping for that, he wasn't even sure.
He sat. Waiting. He needed more gigs during these breaks, to keep him from thinking of. Her. He looked over to a picture on his wall, of a young boy. His brother actually. Lord Voldemort... Blaise's thoughts were angry, How could anyone take the life of an innocent child.
That's why his family got out. That's how they became part of FFR. Blaise gripped his side again, the ache never left him. Ever. Being in FFR was a choice, but one of pain. He didn't, nor would he ever lead a life of freedom. Now he was in hiding from death-eaters, trying to turn them around. Even if voldemort was ever defeated, it wouldn't matter, there would still be followers, and people who hated they're kind. His family would always have to stay here. In they're home. Secret.
Living in Hogsmeade was fairly safe, at least. So much magic was going on, anything the Zabini's did would go unnoticed. Rows and rows of tiny apartments ran down the cities streets. They all worked as Wizard Tents did. The Apartments only looked as big as a large dorm room facility, but once you were inside, the actual home unfolded. There were gardens out front of all the places, and parks between each of the rows. Outdoors were loved by all, and considered necessary.
He looked at the picture again, and his eyes began to water. His brother, would never be able to run and play with the other kids, nor would they be able to help Ms. Merrian Zabini plant her flowers, or paint their rooms for the seasons. It would always be... just him.
He remembered the day it happened. How couldn't he? It was quite a lovely day, spring. Just the perfect temperature on the outside, the wind blowing in through the bewitched windows, keeping they're faces cool. Then night fell. The family sat, Merrian was reading Witches Weekly. And Mr. Zabini, know better as Tropher, sat, playing wizards chess with the two sons. At the time, they lived in a much larger home, nearer to the industrial side of the city. And they still worked for you-know-who.
Voldemort, or someone strange form of him, entered the room. Flooed in, they might have guessed, but he made no motion for them to come to him and bow, nor did he speak. He only pointed at Rismin. Blaise tried to keep his brother next to him, but a force pulled him further away from the family, and soon he was in the hands of the stranger that had gone unnoticed.
Blaise shut his eyes once more, forcing the last of his tears out, locking the rest away. And then he saw more. He remembered his Dad, begging the Man to et the son go, but he wouldn't. Not now. Not ever. And then... Then... Blaise only remembered hearing the body hit the floor. Hi mother had drawn him near to her now, her tears coating him, that night. And then, Voldemort was gone, and so was Rismin.
Blaise shook himself out f his bed, throwing his old nirvana shirt on and some pants, swinging the guitar case on his back. He couldn't think about that anymore... he lightly felt his side. It was over, the family moved on to better works. Ones that would save the lives of thousands of other children's.
"Rismin..." Blaise stalked out of his front door, locking it behind him, trudging towards TTB. Who knew, he would avenge his brothers death, in so close a time...
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Alright! Now you know a little more about Blaise and his life, how he became a FFR member, etc. *hugs, happy tears* I know, so sad1 But... unfortunately, this books not going to be over for a while, and it's likely that... well, it's likely that it won't be this summer that voldie's defeated, it's going to be in the next year, however. (As in, the second of my books, When Stars Collide) Well. Enjoy today's chapters!
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Ok. This takes place right before the scene in the Three Broomsticks where Blaise sings his song. It just gives us a little more insight into him, and does tie in with the story, but it's not really a chapter, so it's out newest interlude. *hugs* I like Blaise in my story, and I hope you will grow to like him more through this chapter, explaining him.
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Blaise sat on his bed, His eyes filling with tears. He had a performance that day. In Hogsmeade. It seemed that the only thing he could think of, however, was how lonely he was. FFR kept him busy most the time. Keeping the saved out of Voldemort's way and in hiding, then trying to rescue other death-eaters. It was a tricky job, and usually kept his mind filled, but then there were the break periods. They would send him to rest, tell him he was trying to hard, and that would kill him. Maybe he was hoping for that, he wasn't even sure.
He sat. Waiting. He needed more gigs during these breaks, to keep him from thinking of. Her. He looked over to a picture on his wall, of a young boy. His brother actually. Lord Voldemort... Blaise's thoughts were angry, How could anyone take the life of an innocent child.
That's why his family got out. That's how they became part of FFR. Blaise gripped his side again, the ache never left him. Ever. Being in FFR was a choice, but one of pain. He didn't, nor would he ever lead a life of freedom. Now he was in hiding from death-eaters, trying to turn them around. Even if voldemort was ever defeated, it wouldn't matter, there would still be followers, and people who hated they're kind. His family would always have to stay here. In they're home. Secret.
Living in Hogsmeade was fairly safe, at least. So much magic was going on, anything the Zabini's did would go unnoticed. Rows and rows of tiny apartments ran down the cities streets. They all worked as Wizard Tents did. The Apartments only looked as big as a large dorm room facility, but once you were inside, the actual home unfolded. There were gardens out front of all the places, and parks between each of the rows. Outdoors were loved by all, and considered necessary.
He looked at the picture again, and his eyes began to water. His brother, would never be able to run and play with the other kids, nor would they be able to help Ms. Merrian Zabini plant her flowers, or paint their rooms for the seasons. It would always be... just him.
He remembered the day it happened. How couldn't he? It was quite a lovely day, spring. Just the perfect temperature on the outside, the wind blowing in through the bewitched windows, keeping they're faces cool. Then night fell. The family sat, Merrian was reading Witches Weekly. And Mr. Zabini, know better as Tropher, sat, playing wizards chess with the two sons. At the time, they lived in a much larger home, nearer to the industrial side of the city. And they still worked for you-know-who.
Voldemort, or someone strange form of him, entered the room. Flooed in, they might have guessed, but he made no motion for them to come to him and bow, nor did he speak. He only pointed at Rismin. Blaise tried to keep his brother next to him, but a force pulled him further away from the family, and soon he was in the hands of the stranger that had gone unnoticed.
Blaise shut his eyes once more, forcing the last of his tears out, locking the rest away. And then he saw more. He remembered his Dad, begging the Man to et the son go, but he wouldn't. Not now. Not ever. And then... Then... Blaise only remembered hearing the body hit the floor. Hi mother had drawn him near to her now, her tears coating him, that night. And then, Voldemort was gone, and so was Rismin.
Blaise shook himself out f his bed, throwing his old nirvana shirt on and some pants, swinging the guitar case on his back. He couldn't think about that anymore... he lightly felt his side. It was over, the family moved on to better works. Ones that would save the lives of thousands of other children's.
"Rismin..." Blaise stalked out of his front door, locking it behind him, trudging towards TTB. Who knew, he would avenge his brothers death, in so close a time...
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Alright! Now you know a little more about Blaise and his life, how he became a FFR member, etc. *hugs, happy tears* I know, so sad1 But... unfortunately, this books not going to be over for a while, and it's likely that... well, it's likely that it won't be this summer that voldie's defeated, it's going to be in the next year, however. (As in, the second of my books, When Stars Collide) Well. Enjoy today's chapters!