Hello. I know its been a while since I updated, but I have a valid reason,
I swear! I had writers block. Then, I looked over my reviews and suddenly
was hit over the head with my new Kristi Muse! So you have a new chappy.
Hope you like! As always, don't own em cuz if I did I'd be a whole lot
richer! Always me, BashfulC!
~~~*~~~ Chapter 17 ~~~*~~~
The room was dark as night, even though the sun was shining brightly outside. The only light were hundreds of candles, scattered around, throwing shadows over a large king-like thrown. There sat a man, surrounded by darkness. His name struck fear in the hearts of witches and wizards alike, he very presence spoke of the evil he carried within him. He was evil incarnate, he was Voldemort. In front of the thrown were ten black clad wizards, effectively known as Deatheaters. The Dark Lord's snake-like eyes glittered as he noticed the reduced number. Finally, he spoke.
"Two of our own have betrayed us. I have word from our esteemed Sir Malfoy that his son has deflected and has joined the fool. Along with young Draco, Severus Snape, once believed he could be trusted, he has betrayed us. As many of you are aware, the Potters live! And with them, the Mudbloods sister, Snape's wife, and two young girls who I've been told are the children of James and Lily!" He swept a furious glare across the room as if he blamed them for the twin's existence. One of the figures, Malfoy, spoke.
"My Lord, shall we dispose of the traitor's?" The Dark figure looked the still form over.
"You would kill your son, in my name?" he asked silkily. Malfoy gave the barest of nods, proving once and for all, he cared for no one but himself.
"He betrayed us, My Lord. He deserves to be punished." An evil smile shone from underneath a black hood and the Dark Lord gave an approving nod.
"You are correct; they both deserve to be punished. However, I have word from a young fledgling. She says that your son fancies one of the Potter girls. This is how we will punish him. All of them! Tomorrow, the students will be visiting Hogsmeade. We will strike then! Kidnap the Potter twins at all costs! And Jadzia Snape, if you can. Stop for no one." he instructed them. A darkly dressed deatheater from the back stepped forward.
"My Lord, what if we cross The Boy?" There was no need to say his name; they all knew who he spoke of. The Dark Lord's power flared.
"Leave him be. If any of you encounter Harry Potter, let him go. You are not to worry about him. For when he dies, it will be by my hand and no one else's!" The group collectively shuddered as the form angrily stood up. There stood a man, surrounded by darkness. His name struck fear in the hearts of witches and wizards alike, his very presence spoke of the darkness he carried within himself.
He was evil incarnate.
He was Voldemort.
And he was out for blood.
~~~*~~~
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, watching as Draco tried to ignore the glares coming from his house-mates. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sister's enter the great hall. Kristina looked around until her gaze rested on the uncomfortable Slytherin. Harry watched as she nudged Katrina, who jerked awake, looking extremely confused. Harry chuckled. Tina said a few words and then the two walked over to the Slytherin table. Harry glanced at the high table and noticed the all the teachers were watching the three suspiciously, or in his mum's case, amusedly. Looking around, he noticed EVERYONE was watching his sisters. He sat back to enjoy the show.
Draco winced, yet again, as a biting remark made its way from Pansy's mouth. /Why can't she just shut up? What on earth did I ever see in her? Oh yeah, my fathers love of purebloods!/ he thought sarcastically to himself. He continued ranting about the moronic nature of his house-mates when a shadow fell over him and Pansy went silent. He looked up and blinked. An overly chirpy Kristina and an exhausted Katrina stood before him. He saw Kristina narrow her eyes at Pansy before gazing at him.
"Ya know, Snake's can be damn annoying, don't you think Draco? I mean, the hotties are in all the other houses, with the exception of you, and I have a feeling all the knowledge in Slytherin wouldn't fit in a walnut shell." She said casually, grabbing his arm and pulling him up.
"Which is why you're not staying. Come and eat with us Drake. That way you'll actually stay smart and not become a moronic, pug faced, slut." She smiled sweetly at the slack-jawed Pansy before literally dragging Draco to the Gryffindor table. Harry smirked slightly as George looked Katrina over as she sat down and stared at her plate, pointedly ignoring the fact a Slytherin was sitting at there table.
"Good Morning Sleeping Beauty." George quipped from next to her as Draco watched everyone with a clouded and bewildered expression. Without warning, Katrina curled up into the Gryffindor Beater's shoulder and fell into a soft sleep. George looked down at the sleeping girl, then at Harry.
"Who apparently is still sleeping." He commented. Harry just shook his head while Ron and Kristina snorted. Harry glanced at Draco who happened to be sitting directly across from them. He tilted his head at Katrina.
"Think she'll be awake by the time we head to Hogsmeade?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. Draco swallowed.
"Is that an invite to join you?" he asked, timidly. For a moment, Harry was taken aback by this new side of Draco before he smiled and nodded his head.
"Last night, you proved to me-us-that you aren't a bad guy. I've always trusted my gut feeling before. Why stop now?" he asked lightly, taking a bite of his eggs. Harry watched threw amused eyes as Hermione, who was sitting next to the blonde ex-Slytherin took a deep breath and piled his plate high with food. At his shocked look, she raised an eyebrow.
"If your gonna join our group, you're gonna have to gain some weight! You're deathly thin Draco! Don't give me that look! I trust Harry's judgment and if he believes you can be trusted well then I won't say anything. However, I'll be frank, I don't like you. People have to earn my trust. And you have a long way to go buddy!" She informed him, tersely. He nodded lightly as he picked up his fork and commenced eating while Ron just looked at Hermione in shock and horror.
""Mione! You've hanging around my mum too much!"
~~~*~~~
The day was bright, the sky was shining, and a dark feeling was settling in Harry's stomach. It was only noon and they had shown the twins everything there was to see, with one exception, the Shrieking Shack. Draco had proved to be admirably kind, though his temper did show through at times. Harry didn't think Ron still approved of Draco joining them, but he had, gratefully, kept his mouth shut. Harry took a quick look around, catching Draco's uneasy gaze. They both frowned.
"You feel it too, don't you? The feeling of calm before the storm?" Harry asked, making the others stop and stare at the two in confusion. Draco grimaced.
"It feels just like before my father held a revel without telling my mother." Draco commented hesitantly. Harry spared him a glance of sympathy before focusing on the others.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. Keep your wands ready. Be ready to run to the shack. We can hide there and go through the tunnel to the school if we have to." Harry instructed them. Shrieks from the other side of the small town made all six turn and watch in horror as twelve Deatheaters and the unmistakable form of Voldemort marched through the town, cursing everyone and anything in sight. Harry looked at the nearly panicked group before him and swallowed.
"This is not the time to panic." He warned them. Kristina and Katrina glared at him.
"This is the perfect time to panic!" they snapped together.
If it the situation weren't so desperate, Harry would've snickered. As it was, he hissed as his scar began to throb. Through the pain, he saw his sisters clutching there wrists, as grimacing in pain. Draco pulled him up and dragged him towards the Shack while Ron and Hermione did the same for Kristina and Katrina.
The six students ran to the shrieking shack. Kristina stumbled, which made Ron, and Draco and Harry trip over them. As they stood up, they backed away. Voldemort and a deatheater that Harry was sure was Malfoy senior were five feet away. The rest of the dark group was spread out, making it impossible for James, Lily, Rose, Sirius, Remus, Jadzia, and Snape to get through to them. Harry held onto his sister's hand tightly as Malfoy seemingly lost all composure and lunged at Draco and Kristina who the former was holding to his chest. He grabbed the two while Voldemort pulled out a beat up looking wand and pointed it at Harry and Ron. He could distinctly hear his parents yelling curse after curse at the Deatheaters, desperately trying to get to them. Voldemort gave a cruel smile.
"I hope you both have a high tolerance for pain, Mr.'s. Potter and Weasley. Crucio!" he shouted right before Harry and Ron were hit with the curse. A strangled shriek came from somewhere and through the pain Harry realized it came from his mother. She tackled the Dark Lord to the ground, ending his concentration on the two Gryffindor fifth years. Voldemort pushed Lily off him and picked up his wand. Standing, he pointed it at Harry's mother.
"I've had enough of you Mudblood! Avada-"
"You so did not just call me mum that! Expellimarious!" a high pitched yell from Katrina cut off the Dark Lord's words. Voldemort flew through the air and landed on two of his Deatheaters, knocking them out. A minute later, two Deatheaters saw there chance and grabbed the pissed Gryffindor who had attacked there Lord.
"Harry!" His sister's pain filled shriek's filled Harry's head as he looked up to see his struggling sister's and Draco disappear with three black clothed Deatheaters. Voldemort stood up and mock bowed to the group.
"I've had a lovely time, sincerely hope we can do this again soon. I leave you now with this." He muttered something under his breath and a large green dark mark, much like the one from the World Quidditch Cup appeared above his head right before he and his followers disappeared. James ran over to Lily and Harry and it was then Harry noticed his mum was cradling his head in her lap.
"Harry! Harry! Are you all right?!" James asked, anxiously. Harry swallowed painfully.
"Just peachy." He whispered hoarsely, before he collapsed into darkness.
~~~*~~~ Chapter 17 ~~~*~~~
The room was dark as night, even though the sun was shining brightly outside. The only light were hundreds of candles, scattered around, throwing shadows over a large king-like thrown. There sat a man, surrounded by darkness. His name struck fear in the hearts of witches and wizards alike, he very presence spoke of the evil he carried within him. He was evil incarnate, he was Voldemort. In front of the thrown were ten black clad wizards, effectively known as Deatheaters. The Dark Lord's snake-like eyes glittered as he noticed the reduced number. Finally, he spoke.
"Two of our own have betrayed us. I have word from our esteemed Sir Malfoy that his son has deflected and has joined the fool. Along with young Draco, Severus Snape, once believed he could be trusted, he has betrayed us. As many of you are aware, the Potters live! And with them, the Mudbloods sister, Snape's wife, and two young girls who I've been told are the children of James and Lily!" He swept a furious glare across the room as if he blamed them for the twin's existence. One of the figures, Malfoy, spoke.
"My Lord, shall we dispose of the traitor's?" The Dark figure looked the still form over.
"You would kill your son, in my name?" he asked silkily. Malfoy gave the barest of nods, proving once and for all, he cared for no one but himself.
"He betrayed us, My Lord. He deserves to be punished." An evil smile shone from underneath a black hood and the Dark Lord gave an approving nod.
"You are correct; they both deserve to be punished. However, I have word from a young fledgling. She says that your son fancies one of the Potter girls. This is how we will punish him. All of them! Tomorrow, the students will be visiting Hogsmeade. We will strike then! Kidnap the Potter twins at all costs! And Jadzia Snape, if you can. Stop for no one." he instructed them. A darkly dressed deatheater from the back stepped forward.
"My Lord, what if we cross The Boy?" There was no need to say his name; they all knew who he spoke of. The Dark Lord's power flared.
"Leave him be. If any of you encounter Harry Potter, let him go. You are not to worry about him. For when he dies, it will be by my hand and no one else's!" The group collectively shuddered as the form angrily stood up. There stood a man, surrounded by darkness. His name struck fear in the hearts of witches and wizards alike, his very presence spoke of the darkness he carried within himself.
He was evil incarnate.
He was Voldemort.
And he was out for blood.
~~~*~~~
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, watching as Draco tried to ignore the glares coming from his house-mates. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his sister's enter the great hall. Kristina looked around until her gaze rested on the uncomfortable Slytherin. Harry watched as she nudged Katrina, who jerked awake, looking extremely confused. Harry chuckled. Tina said a few words and then the two walked over to the Slytherin table. Harry glanced at the high table and noticed the all the teachers were watching the three suspiciously, or in his mum's case, amusedly. Looking around, he noticed EVERYONE was watching his sisters. He sat back to enjoy the show.
Draco winced, yet again, as a biting remark made its way from Pansy's mouth. /Why can't she just shut up? What on earth did I ever see in her? Oh yeah, my fathers love of purebloods!/ he thought sarcastically to himself. He continued ranting about the moronic nature of his house-mates when a shadow fell over him and Pansy went silent. He looked up and blinked. An overly chirpy Kristina and an exhausted Katrina stood before him. He saw Kristina narrow her eyes at Pansy before gazing at him.
"Ya know, Snake's can be damn annoying, don't you think Draco? I mean, the hotties are in all the other houses, with the exception of you, and I have a feeling all the knowledge in Slytherin wouldn't fit in a walnut shell." She said casually, grabbing his arm and pulling him up.
"Which is why you're not staying. Come and eat with us Drake. That way you'll actually stay smart and not become a moronic, pug faced, slut." She smiled sweetly at the slack-jawed Pansy before literally dragging Draco to the Gryffindor table. Harry smirked slightly as George looked Katrina over as she sat down and stared at her plate, pointedly ignoring the fact a Slytherin was sitting at there table.
"Good Morning Sleeping Beauty." George quipped from next to her as Draco watched everyone with a clouded and bewildered expression. Without warning, Katrina curled up into the Gryffindor Beater's shoulder and fell into a soft sleep. George looked down at the sleeping girl, then at Harry.
"Who apparently is still sleeping." He commented. Harry just shook his head while Ron and Kristina snorted. Harry glanced at Draco who happened to be sitting directly across from them. He tilted his head at Katrina.
"Think she'll be awake by the time we head to Hogsmeade?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. Draco swallowed.
"Is that an invite to join you?" he asked, timidly. For a moment, Harry was taken aback by this new side of Draco before he smiled and nodded his head.
"Last night, you proved to me-us-that you aren't a bad guy. I've always trusted my gut feeling before. Why stop now?" he asked lightly, taking a bite of his eggs. Harry watched threw amused eyes as Hermione, who was sitting next to the blonde ex-Slytherin took a deep breath and piled his plate high with food. At his shocked look, she raised an eyebrow.
"If your gonna join our group, you're gonna have to gain some weight! You're deathly thin Draco! Don't give me that look! I trust Harry's judgment and if he believes you can be trusted well then I won't say anything. However, I'll be frank, I don't like you. People have to earn my trust. And you have a long way to go buddy!" She informed him, tersely. He nodded lightly as he picked up his fork and commenced eating while Ron just looked at Hermione in shock and horror.
""Mione! You've hanging around my mum too much!"
~~~*~~~
The day was bright, the sky was shining, and a dark feeling was settling in Harry's stomach. It was only noon and they had shown the twins everything there was to see, with one exception, the Shrieking Shack. Draco had proved to be admirably kind, though his temper did show through at times. Harry didn't think Ron still approved of Draco joining them, but he had, gratefully, kept his mouth shut. Harry took a quick look around, catching Draco's uneasy gaze. They both frowned.
"You feel it too, don't you? The feeling of calm before the storm?" Harry asked, making the others stop and stare at the two in confusion. Draco grimaced.
"It feels just like before my father held a revel without telling my mother." Draco commented hesitantly. Harry spared him a glance of sympathy before focusing on the others.
"Okay, here's what we'll do. Keep your wands ready. Be ready to run to the shack. We can hide there and go through the tunnel to the school if we have to." Harry instructed them. Shrieks from the other side of the small town made all six turn and watch in horror as twelve Deatheaters and the unmistakable form of Voldemort marched through the town, cursing everyone and anything in sight. Harry looked at the nearly panicked group before him and swallowed.
"This is not the time to panic." He warned them. Kristina and Katrina glared at him.
"This is the perfect time to panic!" they snapped together.
If it the situation weren't so desperate, Harry would've snickered. As it was, he hissed as his scar began to throb. Through the pain, he saw his sisters clutching there wrists, as grimacing in pain. Draco pulled him up and dragged him towards the Shack while Ron and Hermione did the same for Kristina and Katrina.
The six students ran to the shrieking shack. Kristina stumbled, which made Ron, and Draco and Harry trip over them. As they stood up, they backed away. Voldemort and a deatheater that Harry was sure was Malfoy senior were five feet away. The rest of the dark group was spread out, making it impossible for James, Lily, Rose, Sirius, Remus, Jadzia, and Snape to get through to them. Harry held onto his sister's hand tightly as Malfoy seemingly lost all composure and lunged at Draco and Kristina who the former was holding to his chest. He grabbed the two while Voldemort pulled out a beat up looking wand and pointed it at Harry and Ron. He could distinctly hear his parents yelling curse after curse at the Deatheaters, desperately trying to get to them. Voldemort gave a cruel smile.
"I hope you both have a high tolerance for pain, Mr.'s. Potter and Weasley. Crucio!" he shouted right before Harry and Ron were hit with the curse. A strangled shriek came from somewhere and through the pain Harry realized it came from his mother. She tackled the Dark Lord to the ground, ending his concentration on the two Gryffindor fifth years. Voldemort pushed Lily off him and picked up his wand. Standing, he pointed it at Harry's mother.
"I've had enough of you Mudblood! Avada-"
"You so did not just call me mum that! Expellimarious!" a high pitched yell from Katrina cut off the Dark Lord's words. Voldemort flew through the air and landed on two of his Deatheaters, knocking them out. A minute later, two Deatheaters saw there chance and grabbed the pissed Gryffindor who had attacked there Lord.
"Harry!" His sister's pain filled shriek's filled Harry's head as he looked up to see his struggling sister's and Draco disappear with three black clothed Deatheaters. Voldemort stood up and mock bowed to the group.
"I've had a lovely time, sincerely hope we can do this again soon. I leave you now with this." He muttered something under his breath and a large green dark mark, much like the one from the World Quidditch Cup appeared above his head right before he and his followers disappeared. James ran over to Lily and Harry and it was then Harry noticed his mum was cradling his head in her lap.
"Harry! Harry! Are you all right?!" James asked, anxiously. Harry swallowed painfully.
"Just peachy." He whispered hoarsely, before he collapsed into darkness.