AN: I'm sorry about how long it took to post this. This chapter has some
pretty bad language in it. The chapter title was taken from Billy Joel's
song, "Only the Good Die Young." This chapter is why I chose PG-13. In
fact, these next few chapters are why I chose PG-13. So warnings are out
now. Confused from the last chapter? A few things will be explained. And
if you ask me what's going to happen next, I will tell you the truth: I
don't even know. I make it up as I go along. Haha, eh?
If you are a Pro-Lucius Malfoy person, please, don't flame me. I am not. However, anymore talking would give away the chapters next and now. So, don't flame, I'll laugh at you. Haha.
I've been meaning to say this for a while (hell, 12 chapters) and just to let you all know, Emilia looks like Evie from The Mummy (specifically, the Mummy Returns), if you can't see what I see. That's where I took her looks from. Or not. Black hair...um, well, let's just say that when I created her in my mind, I didn't think of Evie until my friend pointed it out, and I said, "Yeah!". So, that's where she's from.
Please review. PLEASE REVIEW. I can't ask enough. This is going to get a lot more tougher. People are going to die. Count on it.
REVIEW: It lets me know I don't totally suck.
Bye!
Chapter Twelve: Only the Good Die Young
"Professor…?" Granger said loudly, looking at the hollow room. Emilia searched her mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the absence of the entire school…perhaps they had to take longer than she thought. However, she now knew she had to stay with them because leaving would constitute the lack of a chaperone, and leaving Potter here alone was the dumbest idea yet.
"All right then, everyone," she said casually, ushering them into the room, "Go on in." They took dubious steps inside, obviously expressing her inner concerns plainly on their faces. She saw they were afraid…and this was no help to her.
"Don't look at me like that, the floor won't sink in on you," she said in a patronizing way. For all she knew, that could be why the Great Hall was empty, but she didn't dare think those thoughts, because she'd end up more than paranoid, and that was the last thing she needed with these students.
They walked in cautiously, and with every step Emilia's sixth sense began to kick in. Where was everyone? The pit of her stomach hurt with a raging panic, knowing something was definitely wrong. She glanced about nervously, ushering the students in. If anything happened, she'd never be able to forgive herself…
"Professor Black?" Granger said again, timidly. She was next to her now, and had apparently moved back through the crowd. "What do you want us to do?" The Gryffindors stood in a tight circle near the door, and they were condensed in such a way that if not for the Great Hall being so vast, she would definitely say there was a sense of imprisonment.
Emilia turned to Granger, and looked at her with every attempt to hide the panic rising in her throat. This was wrong, this was all wrong. They should be here by now. All of them should be here. It should not have taken this long…where was Dumbledore? Where were all the searching teachers?
Emilia swallowed hard and smiled, trying to clear her mind. She mustn't tell them what's the matter, she has to get them to safety…and Emilia couldn't stand it anymore. This wasn't safe. Not here, in the vast wide open area of the Great Hall. Something was wrong. They should leave right now…
"Professor?"
Emilia turned her head back to the crowd, ignoring Hermione Granger's persistent questions. She needed to think quickly: where could she escort such a crowd that was in so much danger, where could she take them so that they'd be safe…?
A classroom. She could take them to a nearby classroom, and check the room. The Great Hall was eerie, and their questions toward her echoed off the walls. "Shh!" she said aloud, holding up her hands. Emilia quickly thought of an excuse to get them out quickly…
She turned around and headed to the door. Just as she reached the doors, they slammed shut, all the clear air rushing out loudly. She looked up expectantly, and then ran to doors, pushing and pulling frantically. The Gryffindors got quite loud, their worried voices carrying very clear and loud.
Emilia stepped back, and pulled out her wand. "Alohomora!" she cried, and her spell bounced off the walls in vein. Emilia's stomach, if possible, sank lower. The students were now extremely loud and panicky, and some of them were even crying.
"Quiet!" she said, turning around quickly. "Quiet now!" she snapped again, louder.
"Yes, Miss Black, very advisable," a voice said silkily, from behind her.
Emilia whirled around to see them surrounded by dark hooded people, all of them towering over her twenty or so students. The head of them, who was facing her, lifted his hands and pulled back his inky robe to reveal a smooth, yet toughened skinned face, surrounded in pale blonde hair and gleaming icy blue eyes.
"Malfoy!" she breathed in, feeling her heart pounding quicker than ever. Death Eaters surrounded them. How could they have broken in? And her Gryffindors…Potter…
She backed up into the crowd of students, and automatically felt hands grab her shoulders. She winced not only at their grip, but the fact that one of the hooded figure's nails dug into her healing bruise, as they pulled her forward.
Lifting her off the ground, they dragged her forward, away from the others, and immediately the other four people surrounded them. Emilia jerked her head around and kicked, trying to get them to let go. "What are you doing Malfoy?" she shouted angrily, kicking furiously. "This is the stupidest thing you've every done, you asshole!"
"Tsk, tsk, such language," he said, as she was set down roughly in front of him and held there. "You are in the presence of students, my dear."
"Don't 'my dear' me you prick," she breathed, glaring at him in such a way her eyes were angry green slits. She continued to struggle, wondering what they were going to do to the rest of them.
He slapped her hard, and her head turned sideways quickly, the pain stinging up into her eyes. She whipped her head around and continued to kick, desperate to get away. Her cheek was red, and had a hand mark on it.
Malfoy looked at her. "Don't you underestimate me, or the next thing you say will be accounted in a death," he said tersely, almost a whisper. "The death will be on your hands."
Emilia's eyes opened wide with realization. They were all going to die in here. She figured that at least none of them would go down with out a fight…
Stop thinking like that! her mind screamed. You need to get them out of here alive. Sighing inwardly, she raised her head and said, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Everything, naturally," he said, a sarcastic ring in his voice. "However, for the time being, the death of every single Gryffindor should do nicely," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I am quite curious how you, of all people, ended up her in charge of the Gryffindors. If I remember correctly, you were a Slytherin," he paused. "You hated those Gryffindors almost as much as I did. Even for a first year you showed a lot of talent in Dark Arts and extreme hatred. Must have been your upbringing, I suppose... Oh, yes, sorry about your father, now that I should mention it. Pity he has you to continue in his footsteps. Quite a good man, he was, to our cause. I remember some of the best times Muggle- terrorizing. In fact, weren't you there at the World Cup?" Emilia's cheeks flushed a reddish color, and she was aware just how silent the Great Hall was…
"How dare you," she said quietly, finally resisting the two men. She glanced down and tried to suspend the anger building up. "How dare you talk to me like that."
"How dare I?" he asked, walked up to her, and looked her closely in the face. Emilia kept her head down, and turned it away. "I think you are in no position for stopping me, Miss Black." He raised an eyebrow. "Quite a miracle worker your makeup is. I would almost think you were younger…" he smiled mischievously. Malfoy put his hand on her chin, and jerked her chin upwards.
The glint in his eye made her realize that he was the one who put up that trap for her and Severus…Dumbledore did say something about it being advanced Dark Magic… "That was you?" she said, having trouble making out the words because of his grip on her chin.
He shrugged, still smiling in an evil sort of way. "Worked quite nicely, didn't it? Did you enjoy it?" He was now breathing on her face, his breath smelling of peppermint and cinnamon. At least he had the decency to brush before he came, she noted. She sighed inwardly.
"Enjoy what…?" said Emilia, knowing full well that her face was becoming a darker crimson than before. She was extremely aware that the Gryffindors were listening intently, straining to hear the words of Malfoy. What did he have to say…?
He smiled wider. "Oh, I don't know," he said airily, "I can't imagine that he was all that bad…it's been awhile, for him. Could you tell?"
Emilia's eyes were wider than before. Her face felt very, very hot. How did he know…how did that bastard know? She hoped to God that none of them knew what he was talking about…
"I…I don't know w-what you're talking about, Malfoy," she stuttered, willing him not to elaborate on it but trying to feint innocence.
"Sure you do," he said simply. He touched noses with her, his blue eyes glaring at her with every evil inside of him. Malfoy leaned in further, and before she knew what was happening, she was being kissed. It was light, and she realized that he was mimicking Severus. He saw them. For some reason, she felt mortified, and even worse. She didn't know if they could see them, but she felt that everyone was watching.
She turned her head away, and felt him lean back. "Was it just like that?" he murmured.
Emilia looked at him, careful not to turn her face toward him. "You bastard," she said without thinking. Without a single thought, she lifted her legs and slammed the heel of her foot into the men's feet, causing them to let go of her. She jerked her arms away, and pulled them forward, sending her elbows up into their faces, smashing their noses and mouths. Emilia used the momentum from their faces to shove the heels of her hands into Malfoy's face, and lifted her knee, placing a very accurate hit in his groin area.
Emilia backed up quickly, and pulled out her wand at the same time Malfoy did, ending up in a deadlock, each of them pointing their wands at their faces.
"You bitch," he said, holding his hand up to cover his now bleeding nose. The men on the floor stood up, but she didn't noticed. "That was your stupid trick of the day."
"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" she snapped, her hand poised on her wand between his eyes.
"Potter," he said sharply. "I want to bring him to my Lord. I want to kill the Weasley children, right in front of that Muggle-lover Arthur Weasley and his chubby wife. I want to rid the world of the Gryffindors. What did you think I wanted?" His eyes were flashing.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I couldn't imagine, you dickless asshole," Emilia snapped.
"However, for your stunt, one of the students gets to die," he said. The bleeding finally stopped, and he wiped it away with his robe. He pointed to the closest student, a Gryffindor fifth year by the name of Parvati Patil.
Emilia whipped her head around and then back again. "No!" she cried. "Don't do anything to them. Don't," her hand shook a little here, "Malfoy, don't."
"You aren't in any position to tell me what the fuck to do and not to," he sneered.
Emilia thought quickly. "Leave them alone and do what you need to do to me," she said. "Leave them be."
"Miss Black, however brave your actions are, I want you to see the full effect of your every action, your every word," he breathed in. "It would do no good to take it out on you. You wouldn't learn."
Emilia stepped in front of him. "Malfoy, you are above killing children," she said quietly, dropping her wand. "They didn't do anything."
"Are you…is that begging?" he said incredulously. "I would have never thought…" He raised a hand to his chin in thought. "Hmm…well, the mission did not include what I wanted to do, however, what does interest me is the amount of importance Severus places on you…"
Emilia breathed in, the pain sharp to her lungs.
"…you do realized Potter is going to die, and so are the Weasley children, but I think what I'm most interested in is you…curious, I would have never thought a Black could ever love a Snape…"
Emilia was very aware that the entire house of Gryffindor heard him. "I don't love him," she snapped, glaring. "I have no feelings for him, whatsoever."
"That is not what I saw tonight," he said in low voice. "However, I think that I should take Potter and you for a little walk. The Lord would love to meet you two."
Emilia coughed. "No! Leave them be. Malfoy…"
"I don't think I need to repeat myself twice, Emilia," said Malfoy. Emilia felt herself get very angry.
Raising her wand above her head, she took a couple of steps back and pointed the wand at him.
"God damn it, Emilia," he sighed. "Won't you ever learn?"
She narrowed her eyes.
He pointed at Patil. "Avada Kedavara!" A green light flew out of his wand, and sucked the life away from the young girl. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap of black robes and black hair.
Parvati Patil was dead.
If you are a Pro-Lucius Malfoy person, please, don't flame me. I am not. However, anymore talking would give away the chapters next and now. So, don't flame, I'll laugh at you. Haha.
I've been meaning to say this for a while (hell, 12 chapters) and just to let you all know, Emilia looks like Evie from The Mummy (specifically, the Mummy Returns), if you can't see what I see. That's where I took her looks from. Or not. Black hair...um, well, let's just say that when I created her in my mind, I didn't think of Evie until my friend pointed it out, and I said, "Yeah!". So, that's where she's from.
Please review. PLEASE REVIEW. I can't ask enough. This is going to get a lot more tougher. People are going to die. Count on it.
REVIEW: It lets me know I don't totally suck.
Bye!
Chapter Twelve: Only the Good Die Young
"Professor…?" Granger said loudly, looking at the hollow room. Emilia searched her mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the absence of the entire school…perhaps they had to take longer than she thought. However, she now knew she had to stay with them because leaving would constitute the lack of a chaperone, and leaving Potter here alone was the dumbest idea yet.
"All right then, everyone," she said casually, ushering them into the room, "Go on in." They took dubious steps inside, obviously expressing her inner concerns plainly on their faces. She saw they were afraid…and this was no help to her.
"Don't look at me like that, the floor won't sink in on you," she said in a patronizing way. For all she knew, that could be why the Great Hall was empty, but she didn't dare think those thoughts, because she'd end up more than paranoid, and that was the last thing she needed with these students.
They walked in cautiously, and with every step Emilia's sixth sense began to kick in. Where was everyone? The pit of her stomach hurt with a raging panic, knowing something was definitely wrong. She glanced about nervously, ushering the students in. If anything happened, she'd never be able to forgive herself…
"Professor Black?" Granger said again, timidly. She was next to her now, and had apparently moved back through the crowd. "What do you want us to do?" The Gryffindors stood in a tight circle near the door, and they were condensed in such a way that if not for the Great Hall being so vast, she would definitely say there was a sense of imprisonment.
Emilia turned to Granger, and looked at her with every attempt to hide the panic rising in her throat. This was wrong, this was all wrong. They should be here by now. All of them should be here. It should not have taken this long…where was Dumbledore? Where were all the searching teachers?
Emilia swallowed hard and smiled, trying to clear her mind. She mustn't tell them what's the matter, she has to get them to safety…and Emilia couldn't stand it anymore. This wasn't safe. Not here, in the vast wide open area of the Great Hall. Something was wrong. They should leave right now…
"Professor?"
Emilia turned her head back to the crowd, ignoring Hermione Granger's persistent questions. She needed to think quickly: where could she escort such a crowd that was in so much danger, where could she take them so that they'd be safe…?
A classroom. She could take them to a nearby classroom, and check the room. The Great Hall was eerie, and their questions toward her echoed off the walls. "Shh!" she said aloud, holding up her hands. Emilia quickly thought of an excuse to get them out quickly…
She turned around and headed to the door. Just as she reached the doors, they slammed shut, all the clear air rushing out loudly. She looked up expectantly, and then ran to doors, pushing and pulling frantically. The Gryffindors got quite loud, their worried voices carrying very clear and loud.
Emilia stepped back, and pulled out her wand. "Alohomora!" she cried, and her spell bounced off the walls in vein. Emilia's stomach, if possible, sank lower. The students were now extremely loud and panicky, and some of them were even crying.
"Quiet!" she said, turning around quickly. "Quiet now!" she snapped again, louder.
"Yes, Miss Black, very advisable," a voice said silkily, from behind her.
Emilia whirled around to see them surrounded by dark hooded people, all of them towering over her twenty or so students. The head of them, who was facing her, lifted his hands and pulled back his inky robe to reveal a smooth, yet toughened skinned face, surrounded in pale blonde hair and gleaming icy blue eyes.
"Malfoy!" she breathed in, feeling her heart pounding quicker than ever. Death Eaters surrounded them. How could they have broken in? And her Gryffindors…Potter…
She backed up into the crowd of students, and automatically felt hands grab her shoulders. She winced not only at their grip, but the fact that one of the hooded figure's nails dug into her healing bruise, as they pulled her forward.
Lifting her off the ground, they dragged her forward, away from the others, and immediately the other four people surrounded them. Emilia jerked her head around and kicked, trying to get them to let go. "What are you doing Malfoy?" she shouted angrily, kicking furiously. "This is the stupidest thing you've every done, you asshole!"
"Tsk, tsk, such language," he said, as she was set down roughly in front of him and held there. "You are in the presence of students, my dear."
"Don't 'my dear' me you prick," she breathed, glaring at him in such a way her eyes were angry green slits. She continued to struggle, wondering what they were going to do to the rest of them.
He slapped her hard, and her head turned sideways quickly, the pain stinging up into her eyes. She whipped her head around and continued to kick, desperate to get away. Her cheek was red, and had a hand mark on it.
Malfoy looked at her. "Don't you underestimate me, or the next thing you say will be accounted in a death," he said tersely, almost a whisper. "The death will be on your hands."
Emilia's eyes opened wide with realization. They were all going to die in here. She figured that at least none of them would go down with out a fight…
Stop thinking like that! her mind screamed. You need to get them out of here alive. Sighing inwardly, she raised her head and said, "What do you want Malfoy?"
"Everything, naturally," he said, a sarcastic ring in his voice. "However, for the time being, the death of every single Gryffindor should do nicely," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I am quite curious how you, of all people, ended up her in charge of the Gryffindors. If I remember correctly, you were a Slytherin," he paused. "You hated those Gryffindors almost as much as I did. Even for a first year you showed a lot of talent in Dark Arts and extreme hatred. Must have been your upbringing, I suppose... Oh, yes, sorry about your father, now that I should mention it. Pity he has you to continue in his footsteps. Quite a good man, he was, to our cause. I remember some of the best times Muggle- terrorizing. In fact, weren't you there at the World Cup?" Emilia's cheeks flushed a reddish color, and she was aware just how silent the Great Hall was…
"How dare you," she said quietly, finally resisting the two men. She glanced down and tried to suspend the anger building up. "How dare you talk to me like that."
"How dare I?" he asked, walked up to her, and looked her closely in the face. Emilia kept her head down, and turned it away. "I think you are in no position for stopping me, Miss Black." He raised an eyebrow. "Quite a miracle worker your makeup is. I would almost think you were younger…" he smiled mischievously. Malfoy put his hand on her chin, and jerked her chin upwards.
The glint in his eye made her realize that he was the one who put up that trap for her and Severus…Dumbledore did say something about it being advanced Dark Magic… "That was you?" she said, having trouble making out the words because of his grip on her chin.
He shrugged, still smiling in an evil sort of way. "Worked quite nicely, didn't it? Did you enjoy it?" He was now breathing on her face, his breath smelling of peppermint and cinnamon. At least he had the decency to brush before he came, she noted. She sighed inwardly.
"Enjoy what…?" said Emilia, knowing full well that her face was becoming a darker crimson than before. She was extremely aware that the Gryffindors were listening intently, straining to hear the words of Malfoy. What did he have to say…?
He smiled wider. "Oh, I don't know," he said airily, "I can't imagine that he was all that bad…it's been awhile, for him. Could you tell?"
Emilia's eyes were wider than before. Her face felt very, very hot. How did he know…how did that bastard know? She hoped to God that none of them knew what he was talking about…
"I…I don't know w-what you're talking about, Malfoy," she stuttered, willing him not to elaborate on it but trying to feint innocence.
"Sure you do," he said simply. He touched noses with her, his blue eyes glaring at her with every evil inside of him. Malfoy leaned in further, and before she knew what was happening, she was being kissed. It was light, and she realized that he was mimicking Severus. He saw them. For some reason, she felt mortified, and even worse. She didn't know if they could see them, but she felt that everyone was watching.
She turned her head away, and felt him lean back. "Was it just like that?" he murmured.
Emilia looked at him, careful not to turn her face toward him. "You bastard," she said without thinking. Without a single thought, she lifted her legs and slammed the heel of her foot into the men's feet, causing them to let go of her. She jerked her arms away, and pulled them forward, sending her elbows up into their faces, smashing their noses and mouths. Emilia used the momentum from their faces to shove the heels of her hands into Malfoy's face, and lifted her knee, placing a very accurate hit in his groin area.
Emilia backed up quickly, and pulled out her wand at the same time Malfoy did, ending up in a deadlock, each of them pointing their wands at their faces.
"You bitch," he said, holding his hand up to cover his now bleeding nose. The men on the floor stood up, but she didn't noticed. "That was your stupid trick of the day."
"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" she snapped, her hand poised on her wand between his eyes.
"Potter," he said sharply. "I want to bring him to my Lord. I want to kill the Weasley children, right in front of that Muggle-lover Arthur Weasley and his chubby wife. I want to rid the world of the Gryffindors. What did you think I wanted?" His eyes were flashing.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I couldn't imagine, you dickless asshole," Emilia snapped.
"However, for your stunt, one of the students gets to die," he said. The bleeding finally stopped, and he wiped it away with his robe. He pointed to the closest student, a Gryffindor fifth year by the name of Parvati Patil.
Emilia whipped her head around and then back again. "No!" she cried. "Don't do anything to them. Don't," her hand shook a little here, "Malfoy, don't."
"You aren't in any position to tell me what the fuck to do and not to," he sneered.
Emilia thought quickly. "Leave them alone and do what you need to do to me," she said. "Leave them be."
"Miss Black, however brave your actions are, I want you to see the full effect of your every action, your every word," he breathed in. "It would do no good to take it out on you. You wouldn't learn."
Emilia stepped in front of him. "Malfoy, you are above killing children," she said quietly, dropping her wand. "They didn't do anything."
"Are you…is that begging?" he said incredulously. "I would have never thought…" He raised a hand to his chin in thought. "Hmm…well, the mission did not include what I wanted to do, however, what does interest me is the amount of importance Severus places on you…"
Emilia breathed in, the pain sharp to her lungs.
"…you do realized Potter is going to die, and so are the Weasley children, but I think what I'm most interested in is you…curious, I would have never thought a Black could ever love a Snape…"
Emilia was very aware that the entire house of Gryffindor heard him. "I don't love him," she snapped, glaring. "I have no feelings for him, whatsoever."
"That is not what I saw tonight," he said in low voice. "However, I think that I should take Potter and you for a little walk. The Lord would love to meet you two."
Emilia coughed. "No! Leave them be. Malfoy…"
"I don't think I need to repeat myself twice, Emilia," said Malfoy. Emilia felt herself get very angry.
Raising her wand above her head, she took a couple of steps back and pointed the wand at him.
"God damn it, Emilia," he sighed. "Won't you ever learn?"
She narrowed her eyes.
He pointed at Patil. "Avada Kedavara!" A green light flew out of his wand, and sucked the life away from the young girl. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap of black robes and black hair.
Parvati Patil was dead.