Red over Black
By mIrAcLeZ
Disclaimer: Do not own all that you recognize as any part of JK Rowling's wonderful world. The others are
mine. Totally mine. Mine, mine and mine.
A/N: Many thanks to clarenova, me beta-reader and those who reviewed the first chapter. Here, the second chapter, just as I promised. Btw, my beta reader could not decipher some of my handwriting of the draft so she could not beta it so there might be some mistakes unnoticed in this chapter so I would greatly appreciate if you will point it out to me yea? Hannad le. Right, I finished crapping, so just sit back, relax, and enjoy this fic.
Chapter 2: Silver Agony
It was about 6.30pm. Rayne sat alone at the dining table, staring out at the dark sky. Heavy rain pattered against the many windows of the big house Rayne lived alone in, which was a short distance away from the death-eater's headquarters. Alone, that was what Rayne was. Alone. This house once had another inhabitant, Rayne's uncle. Hatred burned inside Rayne as she recalled her past. When she was born, her parents had abandoned her as a last minute decision that they did not want her. Her uncle, who was a death-eater, had raised her, and she followed in his footsteps out of both hatred and influence. He was now in Askaban having been caught by aurors, mad beyond salvation. Lee Rui En, that was her actual name but she could not stand it as it was given by her parents, instead she took on the name Rayne, a name given to her by her uncle. Rayne hated her Asian parents, she hated everything related to them, including herself…she added as an afterthought.
A clap of thunder pulled Rayne out of her reverie. Damn, tired as she was, Rayne still had to go back to the headquarters to deliver the werewolf's dinner and observe him. That had been part of her daily routine from the day he had been brought in. His other meals were delivered by the headquarters' house elves.
Rayne blew out the only candle on the table, which illuminated the otherwise dark dining room and got up. Fastening on her cloak, Rayne headed out towards the car as she bowed her head against the howling wind and heavy rain. For days it had been raining heavily in the evenings. She would have flown there as it was dark if it was not raining this heavily. Reaching her car, Rayne hurried in and drove off.
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A tray of food in her hands, Rayne clambered down the steep stone steps. Her stomach gave a growl as she stared at the tray of good food in her hands meant for the werewolf, she realised she had skipped her dinner--again. If being a prisoner meant getting good food delivered to your cell, Rayne was not sure she wanted to be free. Most days Rayne skipped her dinner as she was too exhausted and had too many things on her mind, coming home from her work in the ministry of magic. Ironic, imagine a death-eater working in the ministry of magic.
When she reached the cell, soft moans of pain could be heard from within. Quickening her pace, covering the remaining distance to the cell, Rayne opened the cell door when she reached it. The werewolf, Lupin, Rayne thought, was paler than before and in shear agony. When she left yesterday, there was nothing wrong with him. Now, his face was as pale as death and drawn together in agony. Silver…, kit takes time to take effect it seems. Lupin's eyes were squeezed shut. Putting down the tray of food, Rayne called out to him and he did not answer her calls so fearing the worst, Rayne felt for a pulse and let out a breath she did not know she was holding when she found it, although it was very faint. Feeling for his temperature, Rayne redrew her hand almost immediately. Lupin's brow was icy cold. Looking down at his wrists, the burnt marks there confirmed Rayne's thoughts. Rayne tried disapparating to get some medical equipment and hot water but when she popped back in the cell, she realised that the place cell was locked, meaning nobody could apparate or dissapparate in the cell. Hurrying our of the cell, she shut the door and dissapparated.
Rayne apparated outside the cell just moments later with a basin of warm water, some magical salve, clean bandages and a piece of cloth. She did not enjoy apparating and disapparating, doing so only if it was urgent. Entering the cell, Rayne immediately got to work. A feeling alike to pity filled Rayne as she looked down at the fair face scrounged up in pain, but it left as soon as it came.
Rayne started working on his wrists first. She removed the silver shackles and cleaned the burnt marks with warm water before applying salve on them and wrapping them with clean bandages. Immediately, Lupin's face relaxed a little. She then proceeded to put some heat back into him by sponging his ice-cold body with warm water and the cloth. Satisfied with her work, Rayne put his shackles back on over the bandages, tightening them slightly with her wand so they would not slip off. She shook Lupin lightly to wake him for his dinner. When he did not respond, Rayne decided she might as well get a doctor to see him. Hurrying off towards the owlery, Rayne shut the cell door behind her.
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It had been a day since he arrived, having battled against four death-eaters, he lost of course. He did not know what they wanted with him, but all he was aware of when he awoke was the presence of silver all around him, even a direct contact of silver shackles on his wrists. He flinched at it. His wrists hurt from the contact with silver, so does his head but right now, it was only a dull pain at the back of his mind and he could not do anything about it anyway. But seriously, he thought, it was not all that bad here other then the silver part. Good food for breakfast and lunch was brought to him by house elves and dinner by a particular death-eater. It was always the same, a female, he could feel that and when she came, he was always glad and comforted. Why? He did not know, the feeling was just there. Just when he was, as usual, biding his time, the pain in his head and burnt wrists came back, worst then it had been since he awoke and he keeled over from the pain and slipped into semi consciousness. Silver…Then came the comforting presence. He could hear her calling out to him but as much as he wanted to answer, he could not. He was not in the right state of mind to do so. When she left after feeling his temperature and pulse, his resolve to stay awake crumbled and he fell into the welcoming arms of total unconsciousness, so excruciating was the stabbing pain in his head and wrists.
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After dropping off the medication, Rayne came straight up to the owlery to contact one of the other death-eaters she knew, a doctor from St. Mungo's, Paul Sibley. Scribbling a short note asking him to apparate over as soon as he received the note. Rayne looked around the small room, shelves of owls were hooting restlessly, waiting for night to come. Walking to one eagle owl that looked eager to stretch his wings, Rayne tied the note to his leg and released him from the only window in the room.
A/N: There, that's done. How did you like it? R…E…V…I…E…W…. Guess what that spells, you guessed right. So what are you waiting for. Puleaze. I uploaded this chapter so fast thanx to the encouragement I received from my readers. Thanx loads. So…*hint hint*. K, so, I'll write the 3rd chapter as soon as I can so be patient and stay tuned in yea? Hannad le!