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Chapter: 23 (Er... maybe...) aka "Pretty Girl (The Way)"

Rating: Another NQ 17 BC (Translation: Not Quite 17 But Close )

Warnings: Almost male sex, I know, we just never seem to get there... and Cho dies. ::DoubleMint secretly cheer:: .;

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"Please, have a seat," Dumbledore said kindly, taking off his half-moon spectacles and sitting behind an oval desk.

"Thanks," smiled a tall, sandy haired young man. "I think I will." He sat down on a huge, green armchair. "I haven't been in this office in over... three... four years."

Albus nodded his head. "We have missed your presence on the Quidditch field, Mr. Wood."

Oliver grinned, white teeth flashing in the light. "And how I've missed playing here. Playing with the Cannons just wasn't the same." He shook his head lightly at the memories. "Is Harry the team captain?"

The headmaster shook his head, "he declined the offer. He was still a little... unsure about everything after his fifth year."

"Ah, the Tri-Wizard Tournament incident? It's too bad about Cedric. He was a good seeker. But," he laughed loudly, "we can't all win sometimes."

Dumbledore looked at the man with confusion. "Er... if you say so." He coughed and continued. "We here at Hogwarts are sad to report that Madame Hooch has decided to retire from her position of flying professor. But, under the circumstances..." Albus put his glasses back on and sent a pointed look at Oliver's bandaged wrist. "We are glad to offer *you* the position, if you would like to accept..."

Oliver laughed again. "I never thought I'd be glad to see my professional Quidditch career go." He glanced back down at his hurt wrist with a look of distaste. "Damn bludger... didn't even see it coming."

"Yes, well, we can't all win sometimes."

The ex-Quidditch captain looked at the Headmaster with an odd expression. "Mhm." He coughed and looked away. "I'd love more than anything to accept... but I'm not particularly good with-"

"Headmaster? I'm sorry to interrupt, but-" The intruder, a young girl in her fifth year, looked at Oliver. "Um..."

"Please, do continue," Albus said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh, well, the bed you suggested has been levitated into Percy's... I mean, Mr. Weasley and Neville's room and-"

Oliver's ears perked up. "Percy?" He glanced quickly at Albus. "Percy's here?"

Dumbledore nodded his head with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, he is now residing here with Mr. Long-Bottom. I'm sure their relationship is of no secret to you."

"Er... yes, of course... I just... well," He coughed to cover up his uneasiness and shifted in his chair. "Anyways, I accept the position here. I can start work whenever you need me to. I'm going... to go.. look around the field. You know, to see how much it's changed."

"Of course." Albus nodded his head. "You may leave."

"Thanks," Oliver said dimly. His head whirled with the new information he had received. With a quick handshake, he left the office, a dazed expression on his face. 'So... Percy's back... and he's still with Long-Bottom. Well, I'll have to put a stop to that. Percy *will* be mine again. And Neville *will* die.' With a sudden smile, he headed towards to the Quidditch field.

"Who was that, Headmaster?" asked the girl.

"Just the new flying professor, Sao. Why don't you head down to the Great Hall for some pumpkin juice?"

"But, I have Potions this period."

"I'm sure Severus won't mind." He smiled. "Besides, I hear we're having pudding tonight."

* * * *

"Okay, I'll meet up with you around lunch time. And we'll head up to the manor, all right?"

Dennis smiled. "Sure. Looking forward to it!" 'And my new job...' he added mentally.

"Bye then. See ya at lunch!" Ginny winked, and slipped quietly out of her friend's dorm room. She walked down the stairs towards the common room portal.

"Ginny!" squealed an excited girl, jumping up from the couch."You haven't been in the common room for ages!"

A slow smile appeared on Virginia's's face. "Scap? Gods! It's been awhile! How are you?" She then noticed a very awkward-looking boy sitting up on the couch. "Oh... well... then. Is that a Slytherin?" she added in a whisper, pointing to the boy.

Scap grinned, "Yeah, he sure is. Isn't he gorgeous!"

"Gorgeous, eh?" Virginia's smirked, "Don't I know you?" she said carefully, addressing the Slytherin boy.

"Uh..." He looked between Scap and the Dark Lady. "I..." The boy clearly looked confused. Was he suppose to bow down to his Lady, even if another person was in the room? Crap! What was he suppose to do... he was new to this whole Death Eater stuff....

Virginia's gave him a look.

"M'Lady, " he finally said picking himself off of the couch, and bowing down gracefully. "I apologize for the wait, I was only confused." He motioned to Scap.

"She knows."

"Oh... um... all right then."

Scap laughed. "Ginny! Stop torturing him!"

"Sorry, Scappers. Couldn't help myself." She grinned slightly and continued. "How is the undercover thing going?"

Scap groaned. "I hate Gryffindors more and more every freakin' day. How long must I stay here!?"

Virginia's smiled sadly. "I know how you feel. But the war will begin soon and you can come join our side publically. Along, of course, with SBR(SirusBlackRules)."

"As long as it's soon... but... about the Gryffindors. I've heard that Dumbledore is planning to start 'special' classes for the older, more advanced students concerning the war."

"Really?" Ginny looked intrigued. "Make sure you and SBR get in that class."

"Already taken care of."

"Excellent. Now... I'll leave you two alone." Smirking slightly, the Dark Lady made her way out of the common room and into her own private dorm room.

"That... was very uncomfortable... very..." The Slytherin sighed softly, and leaned back down to kiss the girl.

"I thought it was actually quite funny."

"Shut up," he growled out.

* * * *

"Shh, shh... don't cry, my sweet," Fred crooned, resting a hand on her cheek.

"Leave me alone!" Cho yelled, roughly moving her head away.

The red head stood up to his full height, his wand causally held in his right hand. "But why would I ever do that? This is your punishment for hurting what's mine. Take it like the Ravenclaw you are."

"I didn't touch George!" Her voice cracked, sobs interrupting the flow of words. "Please! Just... just let me go..." she continued, letting her head drop forward to rest on the cold, stone floor. She had been lying on her stomach for Gods know how long, too weak to turn on her back. Cho's thick black hair fell like a curtain around her face, hiding the stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. "Raveyn..." she sobbed. "Help me..."

Fred backed up a step, observing the Seeker's bruised and bloody body. "Hmm, how pathetic is it that not even your *little* sister will come to your rescue?"

"That's not true!" she yelled, still pressing her forehead against the stones. "She loves me..." The whispered reply was almost inaudible.

"Really?" The twin smiled, not at all friendly. "Then where is she?" se asked, stepping closer. When he got no reply, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He roughly yanked her hair backwards and up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "I said, *where* *is* *she*? No answer? That's what I thought." He sat back on his heels, idling stroking her hair. "It's too bad, really. You just had to go and mess with George. MY George. Things could have gone differently from here, you know that, right?" He glanced back down at her and nodded. "Yes, yes they could have. But, no." He sighed. "I guess now I have to kill you."

Cho gave a choked sob. "Fine..." she murmured quietly, tears still falling from her eyes as she looked at him.

"What?" Fred grinned, rasing one fine red eyebrow.

"Fine, I said! Just kill me!" she shrieked, pulling herself up into a sitting position. "I'm... I'm not going to... to fight it... anymore!" she cried, shivering slightly. Her lips were starting to tint a blue color.

The red head looked down at the older girl. Her hair was sticky with crimson blood, as was her clothes. Her face was a mix between blue and purple, covered with bruises and scratches. He continued his inspection of her broken body, once done, he closed his eyes against the sight.

'You did that to her... you have nearly killed her... she's suffering... because of you. You are a bad and evil person... you caused the blood... the bruises... the *pain*. Now finish her!' the tiny voice screeched in his mind.

Fred grabbed his head in pain, a low groan escaping his throat, "No... no... NO!" he cried, falling to his knees. His shut his eyes tightly, and his face twisted in agony.

Cho's eyes widened. Reflexively, she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder for comfort.

The elder twin's eyes flashed open. He saw her outstretched arm, bloody and bruised. All he could focus on was her hand. It was covered in crimson. His gaze darted to his own pale hand. His mouth opened in horror; it was coated with the same warm, sticky substance. Before he could even think, his wand was pointed at the pretty girl's heart. "Avada Kedavra!"

The scream was frozen in her throat as her wide beautiful eyes glazed over, and her lifeless body fell backwards gracelessly.

Fred looked around fearfully. "What have... I done?" he whispered softly, looking back down at his wand hand. It was still covered in blood. "No!" The word was torn from his throat as he stood up, tears falling like rain onto the stone floor. "No!" he yelled again, starting to back up, away from the corpse. "I... I..." He swallowed loudly and glanced around again. His eyes were wide with horror and filled to the brim with tears and fear. "Need to... need to wash hands... clean... need to be..." His head snapped upwards at the sound of footsteps.

"What... No! NO!" The exclamation was full of anguish and pain. "*NO*!" The word was choked off by a heart-broken sob. "No... Fred..."

"George... I'm... I'm sorry..." the elder twin whispered, looking into the eyes of his mirror image. "I... I..." Fred glanced down at his blood-soaked hands. "I need to wash my hands."

The younger twin blinked through the tears that were clouding his eyes. The statement had been so calm and filled with such soft wonder that it made George question if Fred had reduced his mental state to that of a child. "Fred, love?" He spoke gently, trying to ignore the lifeless body of the Ravenclaw Seeker mere inches from his feet.

The red head looked up at his brother, watching as the tears fell down his mirror image's face. With a confused glance, Fred lifted a crimson finger to trace a line from his own eye down to his cheek.

No tears on his face. Then why tears on his twin's face? They always cried together...

George hastily wiped the salty droplets off his face with the back of his hand and made a weak attempt at a smile. "It's alright, my beloved. Come here." He beckoned his brother over with his hand. "Shh, come to your twin."

Fred sniffed and looked at George with wide, wet blue eyes. He closed the distance between them, until he stood an inch or two away from his brother. "What did I do?" he whispered softly, the question filled with childish awe and worry.

George restrained himself from glancing down at the dead body near his feet, but lifted a shaky finger to wipe away the lone crimson streak down Fred's face. "Nothing. Nothing that we can't fix." He made another attempt at a smile.

"Promise?"

The younger brother took out his wand with one hand and used the other to place it on Fred's cheek in a soothing manner. "Promise. Incendio." George kept his brother busy and eyes averted as Cho's corpse was engulfed in flames.

Ashes to ashes... dust to dust...

* * * *

"When is Virginia's coming home?" Tom asked for the tenth time to a bemused Severus.

"Around lunch time, I believe."

The Dark Lord glanced over to the wizard clock that stated the time by chanting dark curses. "Damnit, it's not even on the Crucio curse yet."

Severus rocked the second eldest baby, Eavick, in his arms, and glanced back up at Tom. "Being a father and trying to take over the world a little too much for you these days?"

"Don't forget killing that blasted Potter," Tom muttered, not really paying attention as he paced back and forth. "It's not right for a mother to be away from her children for too long!"

"I'm sure my Mistress is just worrying over her school work. I do have a Potions test planned for tomorrow."

Tom turned on the Hogwarts teacher. "I thought I told you to excuse her from all tests and exams," he snarled.

"I'm sorry, my Lord." Snape obediently bowed his head. "My mistake... my mistress denied the request and--"

"Enough!" commanded Voldemort. "You take your orders from *me*. You do *not* bypass any of my demands, even if Virginia's states otherwise. Do you understand?" he growled out in rage. "She is merely a child!"

Snape blinked but kept his gaze directed towards the ground, not even flinching as Eavick threw up on his favorite black cloak. "Then... if I may be so bold, why did you marry her?"

That question was followed by silence, then a sigh from Tom. "I have two personalities raging inside of me, Severus. Voldemort, who wishes destruction to everything and everyone he deems unworthy. A beast bent on revenge and chaos, who loves pain and torture just as well as another man loves to sleep and eat. He uses others for his own dark purpose, exposing secrets and lies for his own twisted pleasure." A deep breath. "But that's not a bad thing, mind you."

Snape nodded his head expectantly. "Of course not, my Lord."

"Then, there is the sentimental fool, Tom Riddle. A boy named after his own treacherous Muggle father. A boy who strives for power; to prove himself." He sighed again and started to lean against a nearby wall. "This boy is confused and hurt-- rejection does that to you. But I'm sure you know all about that." He sent a cruel smile to his companion.

The Potions master turned his back to put Eavick back into his cradle, so the Dark Lord wouldn't see him wince at the verbal wounds, and the memories that followed.

"But, moving on." He waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss the thought. "Tom never wished to turn evil, but alas, the road of life changes as you walk upon it. At one point, Tom seemed to... vanish, and Voldemort took control."

"What does this have to do with M'Lady?" Snape questioned, his tone more bitter then usual.

"I'm getting there, Severus, just wait." He stopped for a moment. "Now, where was I?" The Dark Lord blinked, "Ah, yes, I remember. Bill Weasley kept telling Voldemort about his wonderful little sister, and after a while, he got curious and put a watching spell on Virginia's. He instantly fell in love with her. That's when he demanded the chance to meet her. Bill obliged, of course." He started to grow restless as he began to pace once more. "Voldemort found a glamour spell to turn himself back into the man you see now. Ultimately turning himself back into Tom for just a little while." The seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle glanced up at Snape. "And even from their first kiss, he knew they were meant to be. I had to get closer to her, you see,"

Snape noticed how he started to refer to himself as "I" rather then "Tom" or "Voldemort".

"She seemed like my savior back then. More than that... something... something I can't even *comprehend*, even now. The week that followed was pure bliss. She never questioned about my secret past. All she wanted was friendship. I wasn't surprised when she found herself falling in love with me. I knew I loved her... but Voldemort was convinced that marriage would only bind her to me. Not the other way around. Funny how things work out." He was silent once more, then stopped pacing to face Snape. "Tom married for love. Voldemort married for a vessel for his heirs." He glanced around at the three cradles. "And he succeeded."

"Now what?" Severus questioned, confused at the outcome of events.

Tom raked a hand through his dark locks. "They're battling inside of me. Each fighting for control. Whoever wins... shall determine Virginia's fate."

Snape nodded. "As well as the rest of the world."

"You could say that, yes. Right now I'm stuck in the middle. They've called a truce for right now. But for how long... I don't know."

Silence.

"Crucio! You insolent fool!" hissed a harsh voice coming from the clock.

Tom glanced up with an almost smile on his face, "Look, it's lunch time."

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"And... that it..." Percival ended, his head bowed, voice ending with a quiver.

Neville stared at his lover in shock. Of course he knew some things... but never... not... not *this*. He desperately tried to close his mouth. He had to be there for his lover. To comfort, to understand, to love... but oh *Gods*. How could... how could this happen? The things he had just told him were unspeakable. How did Percy survive?

Neville managed to close his gaping mouth after a few moments of deep, gasping breaths. Silently, he wiped the tears on his cheeks with the back of his shaking hand and edged closer to his lover's lone form.

"Percy... love... I'm so-"

"Don't say it, Neville. Just don't say it," the older man replied quietly, even before Neville could get the words out.

"But I am sorry. I'm *beyond* sorry," he answered anyway, not letting his lover's words stop him.

"I don't care. It's over and done with... I don't want you to be sorry. I don't want you to be anything. I just want you to be... you..." he ended, dropping his voice to a hushed whisper. "Does that make sense?"

Neville nodded his head. "Yes, love, yes it does." He moved closer to Percy, who was still hunched over in the corner, his head bowed and a red curtain of hair shielding his face from the other's eyes. "Percy?"

"Yes?" was the muffled answer.

"Thank you... for telling me."

Percy stiffened. " You're... welcome..." He didn't bother mentioning that he hadn't told him all of it. There was more... oh... much *more*. But if Neville knew... Percy inwardly shuddered. His lover was still innocent as long as he didn't know. He could never know... never... the truth would break him...

"You don't have to tell me this... but... love?" Neville waited for his lovers approval to continue. "I know, Dumbledore asked you to deliver a message to someone. And that person," the younger man growled out the word, "sent you to...Azkaban... but, who was it? Who brought you to that place?" Neville quickly looked away, ashamed he had asked.

"I... I..." Percy took a deep shuddering breath, " I don't know if I can..."

"Never mind, you don't have to tell me. I understand... but someday?"

"Yes Neville, someday I will tell you."

"I love you Percy."

"I love you."

* * * *

"I can't believe I fucking kissed him! Urgh!" Colin yelled in frustration as he shut the door to his dark room behind him.

"There he is... all sobbing, and freakin' depressed about that stupid prick Seamus, and I just have to jump in on him, and give him that stupid-assed kiss! He probably doesn't even like me! Now we're going to be awkward and strained around each other. And then we're going to have to go home... and *Gods* we share a fucking room! I won't be able to... we're brothers!"

Colin shook his head sadly and started to shift through the film on the counter. "I'm such a bastard... I don't deserve him. But Finnigan sure as hell doesn't deserve him either..." Annoyed by his lack of control, he threw the undeveloped film back on the counter, opened a drawer, and took out another pack of pictures.

He sighed softly as a blue-haired wizard waved up at him. These were from his personal collection, snapshots of Dennis... no damn Finnigan in any of them. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched a terrified Den get his first tattoo. He sorted it to the back of the pile and let his eyes filter to the new one in front of him.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed loudly as he stared down at the picture in front of him. His eyes silently took in a smiling Dennis and a winking Seamus wrapped in a passionate embrace. Their gazes were locked on one another, and Colin could clearly see the words "I love you" awaiting on their lips.

Overwhelmed with anger he put the rest of the pile down and tore the cursed picture in half. "That fucking Seamus..." Colin growled loudly as he stalked out of his dark room, vengeance alight in his eyes.



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"Yeah, sure Parvati- I'd love to study with you tonight." Ron answered sweetly, bidding the girl goodbye as she walked up the stairs to her dorm.

"Especially if you're as good as your sister..." he started, then stopped as an image of Hermione crying flashed in his mind.

"Wait! Parvati!" he yelled quickly, as he bounded up the stairs after her quickly retreating form.

"Ron? What is it?"

"About tonight, I... er... I... *only* want to study. No... other... stuff."

"But... *what?*" the girl nearly shouted. "Well, why bloody not? I don't have a problem with it! Wait... is this about you and Padma?" she asked after a moment.

"What? No it's-"

"'Cause you know, that doesn't matter to me. It's actually quite... nice. She's told me loads about it." Ron began to get very red. "And well, maybe one day we can *all* get together." Her was meaning quite evident in her sly smile and slow wink.

'Ah, damn...' "No... no that's not it Parvati- it's just... I kinda like someone... and I don't want to hurt... her."

"... Does she like you too?"

"Um... well... no."

"Then, what's the problem? Let me help you forget about her, please?" she said, her voice hushed as she approached the boy slowly.

"No, really... it's fine... I... EEP!" Ron yelled in sheer surprise and shock as the girl moved *very* close to him. "I have to go..." he said quickly, avoiding Parvati's eyes, as he dashed down the stairs and away from the girl.

"Damn that Hermione..." the female twin said, sighing sadly. "Oh well... I'm sure Lavender's free..."

* * * *

'Ron turned down a date? With Parvati?' Hermione thought frantically to herself as she stepped out from behind the corner that she had recently hid behind as she witnessed Ron and the twin's conversation.

'For me?' she wondered briefly. 'Of course not. She was just probably a bad lay...' Hermione sighed lightly. ' Well... If I don't get going now, I'll be late with my meeting with Justin.' She quickly followed the steps down into the common room, refusing to think about the conversation she had heard.

"Hermione?"

"Wha... oh... hey, Ron."

The boy smiled softly. "Are you in a rush to go? I'd... like to talk."

Thoughts of Justin waiting for her drifted through her mind. "No, not really. What is it?"

* * * *

Seamus yawned as he walked around his room. It wasn't morning yet, but in Ireland, he was always the first one to get up.

Besides, with nightmares, you learn not to sleep too long.

"Time to get ready for the day," he whispered, raking a hand through his bed-flattened spikes. "Now... if I was black eyeliner... where would I be?"

Sirius laughed inwardly as he watched the Irish lad search around his dorm room, ultimately ending with himself crawling on the floor; continuing the search for the elusive black eyeliner.

It wasn't such a bad view, the accused murderer decided. The younger male's rump was waving deliciously in the air. He was fairly positive the little imp knew exactly what he was doing.

Interesting images began to flash through his mind, and when he was just about to rip off the duvet and ravish that delectable man right there on the floor, Seamus jumped up with a shrieked, "Ah-HA!"

Sirius watched him from under lowered lashes. Seamus was now running-- well, *skipping*-- to the huge vanity in one corner of the room and, with his nose practically touching the glass, he started to put on his black eyeliner.

"You'd think after all these years I'd stop poking meself in the eye," he muttered under his breath, blinking rapidly as his left eye began to water.

Once done with the eyeliner, he searched through the bottles and containers of assorted sizes covering the vanity table. "What color today..."

Seamus stopped momentarily, and his gaze darted towards the spot where Sirius was "sleeping" on the bed, and then back to his own rumpled clothing. "Ah, well, go with the flow me, mum use to say." The Irish lad bit his lip and pulled the shirt up and over his head.

Sirius held back a groan as he watched Seamus begin to unbuckle his low riding jeans, at the sight of the creamy soft skin and the memories of what he had begun to do to it last night...

The slightly younger male was surprised when he was suddenly tackled from behind and roughly pushed against the floor. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a very sexy assassin in front of his face.

"Morning?" Seamus offered weakly.

"Do you deliberately try to tease me?" Sirius growled out, pinning the Gryffindor to the floor.

Seamus' eyes darted around quickly, and then flushed when he remember that he was half naked. "Actually, no. But it's just a bonus.. you know, what with you *attacking* me while I'm trying to put on me *makeup*."

For some strange reason, having Seamus say that statement in his husky Irish accent was unbelievably sexy.

That was when his control snapped, and Sirius began to fiercely kiss the younger man.

Seamus let his eyes flutter shut and slipped his lounge into the black-haired man's mouth, all the while trying to get his hands free.

"I love it when you struggle," Sirius whispered huskily as he licked down Seamus' neck and bit down.

The Irish lad's eyes snapped open, and he couldn't control the moan that escaped from low in his throat. "Fuck... do that again..." was all he could manage, and that was in a breathless groan.

"If you... say so," Sirius growled out, biting down on the minor wound again and lavishing it with his tongue.

Seamus whimpered when Sirius pulled away, but then grinned when he felt the elder man's hands in his hair, pulling him upwards for another fierce kiss. He was also quite pleased that his hands were no longer held down, and began to use this new freedom thoroughly.

He touched everything that he could find, while still keeping his lips firmly attached to Sirius'.

The black haired man moaned when he felt a cool hand slip underneath his shirt and feel its way over his chest. He nipped at Seamus' tongue and moved his own hand down to tug at the other man's nipple ring.

The Irish lad couldn't help his hips from bucking at the seductive pull and reattacked Sirius' mouth with his own. While he was doing that, he managed to roll over and straddle the ex-convict. "This works more to my advantage," he whispered through the passionate kiss as his other hand slipped down to unbuckle the other man's pants.

Sirius lifted his hips up to help Seamus pull his torn jeans down the rest of the way, as well as break the kiss for one annoying moment to get rid of the blasted shirt.

They looked at each other briefly, hungry eyes eating up the pale expanse of flesh on both bodies, before fusing their mouths together in another rough kiss. Both were down to just their boxes, and when Sirius was just about to slip one hand beneath the elastic, he was annoyed to hear the door fly open.

"Seamus Finnigan! Stop shagging that man so I can beat your bloody arse!" Colin shouted, stomping into the room, his eyes wild as he glared down at the two half naked men.

Sirius pulled away from the kiss and let his head bang down on the floor. "What is it with you and all these fucking Creevy brothers?"

"How would I know?" growled Seamus, still lying on top of Sirius. "They always seem to interrupt us."

"I said," Colin began through clenched teeth, "stop shagging that man so I can kick your bloody arse!"

"Will you let me get dressed first?" a sexually frustrated Seamus muttered, getting to his feet.

Sirius sighed and laid a hand across his eyes. "While you two duke it out, I'm taking a cold shower."

"Want company?" offered the Irish lad hopefully.

The ex-convict licked his lips and stood up to whisper in Seamus' hair, "Later. Right now you need to put a stop to all this annoying fighting."

"I hate it when you get all mature on me." Seamus sighed and pouted. "Maybe if he watched us--"

"No, Seamus. Besides, you only like it when I'm on top and kissing you senseless."

"Not true. Sometimes I prefer you to be on the bottom, and don't forget 'breathless' in there as well."

"This is cute and everything but..." Without a warning, Colin planted a firm punch into Seamus' jaw.

Stunned silence.

"Okay, there is something you don't know about us Irishmen. We are born fighters!" Seamus growled before tackling Colin to the ground and hitting him in the stomach.

Sirius watched in shock and awe. He never really thought Seamus could... well... *fight*. Sure, kick a guy in the balls... hell, maybe even yank a few hairs... but, *this*... well, it was quite hot actually.

That cold shower could definitely wait.

* * * *

"Come in, " Virginia called out as she heard light knocks on her door.

"Hey, darling!" Den replied as he glided into the room, enveloping his best friend in an embrace. "Ready to go?"

"Oh, yes. I can't wait for you to meet my kids."

"Eep... your kids, eh? I'm never going to get use to that."

"Well, I'm a mother now," Ginny sniffed. "Get use to it. And if I might add, I'm quite good at breast feeding."

"*GINNY*" was the shrill reply.

The girl nearly fell over with laughter. "Okay, let's go before you decide to kill me," she said, giggling heartily.

"Where's the Portkey?"

Ginny smiled slightly, and turned around to rummage around in her vanity. "Right here." She pulled out her ring and walked towards her friend.

"Your engagement ring?"

"Yup."

"Your *diamond* engagement ring?"

"Yeah... pretty much..."

"Sweetheart, you scare me."

"Wait till you see me around my children. Now *that's* going to scare you." Winking, she continued. "But first... have you talked to Colin?"

"No... I've kinda avoided him," Dennis replied, abash.

"Love, you can't just walk around this issue forever. He's your brother... when we get back, just talk to him? All right?"

The boy sighed. "Fine... fine... Can we go now?"

"Yeah, sure. But... are you positive you want this job? The inner circle is-"

"Seriously hardcore. I know. But that's why I like it! I'm extremely positive. Don't worry... do *you* want me to have this job?"

"Honestly?"

"Of course."

"Yes. Very, very, *very*, much."

"Then, it's settled. Lets go tell Voldie." And with a slight smile, they both grabbed hold of the ring and quickly apparated to Riddle Mansion.

* * * *

"Lord? M'lady has arrived."

"Leave."

"Yes, my lord."

Tom stopped pacing to watch as one of his many followers left the room. "Finally. I was just about to send you over to pick her up."

Severus raised an eyebrow as he continued to rock Eavalyne in her cradle. "And we were just in the middle of a nice chat, too," he muttered under his breath.

"Did you say something?" Tom snapped.

"Nothing, M'Lord. Just... singing a song to little Eavalyne here."

Tom sighed and rubbed at his temples. "Damnit, I hate full moons. Voldemort gets stronger on such nights," he whispered. "At least it's only noon."

"Announcing M'Lady," Adrian interrupted as he bowed low and left the room.

"Tom!" Virginia smiled, running over to her husband and throwing her arms around him. "I hope the children were all right while I was gone. You didn't give Eavan his Dark Mark yet, did you?"

"Well, now that you've ruined the surprise..." Tom replied dryly, then turned his gaze onto the blue-haired wizard standing off to the side. "Creevey. Welcome back to Riddle Mansion."

"Afternoon, Tom," nodded Dennis. "I see it's changed much since the last time I visited."

The room was no longer just midnight black in color. The nursery (as Dennis guessed) walls were now covered with moving pictures.

One wall was set in a dark forest, shrouded in darkness. Tom Riddle was standing in the center, surrounded by twenty or so cloaked followers, all bowing down before their master. The trees were dense, and fog was floating above the ground. The sky was a dark black with crimson mixing in as well.

Another wall was covered by a gigantic Dark Mark. The snake kept slithering in and out of the skull and hissing. Written in curvy, blinking letters was, "One day, Eavan, this will all be yours."

The next wall was far more interesting, in Dennis' opinion. It took place in a graveyard. The cloaked followers were still there, but instead of Tom Riddle in the middle, it was Voldemort. Harry Potter was tied to a gravestone, and a dead figure lay motionless on the ground a few feet away.



The last wall seemed devoted to the evil couple. It was a mix of random moving images: Ginny being possessed by the diary, Tom lying over her motionless body. Another one of a shocked Ginny, with tears streaming down her face, running away from a background of Potter pinning Malfoy against a stone wall. The next image was of Tom petting his faithful serpent, Nagini. There were a myriad of other pictures, but the biggest one was of Tom and Virginia-- on their wedding day. The second biggest was of the whole family together, Virginia holding Eavalyne and Eavick, while Tom held Eavan in his own arms.

"I put the last wall together. The rest was all of Tom's doing." Virginia laughed, quickly planting a soft kiss onto the Dark Lord's cheek and then running over to the three cradles. "Now, come here and meet the three loves of my life." She smiled. "Other than my husband, of course."

Tom sighed and leaned against a nearby wall, massaging his temples with his fingers, as if he had a headache.

Dennis looked curiously at Tom, then walked over to join Virginia, "They're... beautiful." He smiled as she handed a girl to him.

"Now, hold Eavalyne here. She's the only female. The other two-" she pointed to the remaining two cradles, "-are males. Eavan, the eldest, and Eavick."

"Interesting choice of names, Gin. Judging by your name, I take it they don't sound the way they're spelled?" Dennis laughed, making faces at Eavalyne.

She sniffed. "Of course not. They each have an extra 'a' in the beginning that you don't pronounce." Virginia grinned when the only girl grabbed onto Dennis' earrings. "I told you not to get so many piercings," she chided teasingly.

"Hey, they're doing their job."

"By attracting females?" Ginny raised one red eyebrow.

"Well... maybe with the wrong sex..." He stuck his tongue out at Eavalyne. "Your mommy is just jealous, isn't she?" He bent down to rub noses with the baby girl. "Yes, she is." He said in his little 'baby voice'.

"Yes, exactly," Ginny deadpanned. "Everyone knows how *I* want to attract females."

Dennis pulled away to rock the young child in his arms. "Ah-ha!" He winked. "Your secret has finally come out!"

"Come out, is righ-"

"This is touching and everything, but I need to talk to my wife for a moment," Tom interrupted, his aggravation almost tangible.

Virginia frowned, but took a few steps closer to her husband. "Severus, help Mr. Creevey put Eavalyne back into her cradle, and let him hold Eavick," she ordered off hand, while straightening the wrinkles out of her emerald green dress. She looked at Tom with a questioning gaze. "What is it?" she asked softly.

Tom schooled his expression into an emotionless mask. "I wish to inform you on an issue concerning Eavan."

The Dark Lady's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively took a step forward. "Is he all right? What happened?"

"Calm down, wife. Health wise, he is in perfect shape. Tonight is the full moon," he began.

"And?" prompted Virginia impatiently.

"Don't rush me!" he snarled. Virginia looked down in a subdued manner. He nodded in acceptance. "As I was saying, it is the first full moon since The Birth. As well as being a powerful Celtic holiday, Eavan will be initiated tonight." His statement left no room for discussion or arguments.

"Initiated?" Virginia hissed, "as the new Dark Lord? He is far too young!" she protested, her voice rising in anger.

Tom merely raised an eyebrow. "He will be brought into the inner circle as one of my head Deatheaters. He will also receive the Dark Mark."

At this, the youngest Weasley gasped. "He is not even a year old yet!"

"Severus has been regularly putting an age, as well as physical, growing enhancement potion into their bottles each night. They shall not stay children for long."

"Tom! You can't!"

His red eyes flashed angrily. "Don't you dare tell me what I can or cannot do! You should be pleased that I even *informed* you on this issue. End of discussion," he snapped cruelly.

Virginia bit her lip, not even wincing when she tasted blood. "Yes, husband." She kept her eyes firmly locked on his.

Dennis was surprised to find himself starting to sing.

"Pretty girl is suffering, while he tortures everything.

Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions are about," he glanced down at Eavan briefly.

"That's what you get for falling for him

You can never get 'em out of your head." The blue-haired wizard watched as Tom and Virginia continued their glaring contest.

"It's the way

That he makes you feel." The image of Ginny, being possessed by Tom, nodded her head on her place on the wall.

"It's the way

That he kisses you." Tom pulled her into his arms and kissed her on their wedding day.

It's the way

That he makes you fall in love." Dennis sighed and ruffled the little hair Eavick had.

"She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego." Virginia finally looked away, her gaze landing on the floor.

"And her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men." Tom raked a hand through his dark locks with a sigh.

"And that's what you get for falling again

You can never get 'em out of your head

And that's what you get for falling again

You can never get 'em out of your head." A close-up on Tom's diary flashed on the wall.

"It's the way

That he makes you feel

It's the way

That he kisses you

It's the way

That he makes you fall in love

Love." Virginia looked back up at her husband, tears hiding behind her eyes.

"Pretty girl, pretty girl." Dennis shook his head as Tom came closer and wrapped her in his arms, petting back her flaming red hair.

"Pretty girl is suffering, while he tortures everything." Tom casually whispered "Crucio" over her shoulder and watched as a random Death Eater fell to the ground in agony. He had to teach them that you don't interrupt the Dark Lord.

"Pretty soon she'll figure out

You can never get 'em out of your head." The young Gryffindor placed Eavick back into his cradle.

"It's the way

That he makes you feel." Virginia moved closer into the embrace.

"It's the way

That he kisses you

It's the way

That he makes you fall in love

Love." Dennis ended the song as he witnessed Virginia and Tom kiss softly.

He sighed. "Tom, I'm joining the inner circle." Direct approach is the way to go.

The Dark Lord pulled away and spared a small smirk in Dennis' direction. "Good. You'll be initiated tonight, the same time as Eavan."

Dennis noticed the way Virginia flinched and stiffened at the last part. He nodded and murmured. "It will be my honor." He walked closer and fell to his knees in a clean bow. "My Master."

* * * *

Ending AN:

Double- Sorry about the lack of Harry & Draco!

Mint- We totally blanked out on them, and we realized that at the end--

Double- But we PROMISE to put them in the next chapter, a nice big and yummy part just for you guys!

Mint- Yessum! We just had to tie up these loose knots so we can focus better on the Harry/Draco love.

Double- Well, We're extremely tired at the moment.

Mint- ::Yawns and falls on Double::

Double- ::Rolls her eyes and steps away:: Try getting a pillow, little sister. We still have the reviewers to thank.

Mint- ::Stumbles and glares:: You're just angry 'cause I moshed you good in the pit ::Sticks out tongue::

Double- ::Grumbles:: I still beat you on the English test!

Mint- Ever take a look at our Math grades?

Double- Yeah, we got the exact same grade average. So there.

Mint- How about we expose your GYM grades, huh?

Double- ... okay, here's to the reviewers!

Mint- ::Evil smirk::

Here's to the reviewers!

SirusBlackRukles- Good idea, we shall look into it! Thanks for everything, you're so great^^

Tugs- We wrote more! Maybe not *soon*... but we wrote more! And we like sadness! =P

Saotoshi- ::Twins look at HOS evily:: C'mere my pretty.... ::Grin as they begin to drag her into a cell where Seamus and Sirius are shagging:: BWAHAHAHAHA!! .... and we like Virgina ::sniff sniff::

She-Wolf- ::Laughs:: That's awesome! It would be like... the Double Cross... except, no guns! We use PENS... er... COMPUTERS instead! ^^;; And thanks ever so much!

Scap- Buy anything good? And here's more of your boyfriend! ^^ Our Snape is so awesome... even if he is 35... we like older men =P And it seems like a plausable fic! Just beware of Mary-Sues, girlio! ^^

Gabriella- Evil? EVIL? ... ::Looks innocent:: No one evil here... we just want out readers to be ::shudders:: good... yes, yes, that's it! ::Whispers:: Though, if you WANT to be evil... we have some connections... ::Coughs:: ^^;

Aindel- ::Squeaks:: We ARE freaky! But, thanks!

Khrystyne- Thanks, and we did! Seamus/Sirius rule! ::Passes out banners::

LiLMissDani16- We're an addiction! ^_^ Oh! We're glad you're use to G/V now! They rock our socks off! You do too! ^^; Yeah! Stick up for the twins!

Sika-chan- ::Huggles:: WE LOVE YOU! So, did you enjoy our Cho death scene? (Even though you read this chapter... what... three MONTHS ago?) You know you love Brother incest! Think about how many Benj/Joel twincest stories we've told you about... in great detail... Shh!! Don't speak about the squid! And if we post our CW stories, you should post your Poetry! ::Smirks evily:: Of course we love you more then Seamus and Sirius, silly! We're watching Passions right now! Sheridans about to die! ::The twins and Sika rejoice:: You comin' over today? WE LOVE YOU!

Louise G- Okies^^ And to your questions, all will be revealed about Cho... Draco being disowned? All will be revealed... Fred being schizo, on drugs, manic? ... All will be revealed... Ginny's spelling? All will be revealed.... And m/m is called slash, well, it all started with Star Trek fanfictions. They used some random paring (Don't watch the show, sorry) and they used this symbol / which is a slash sign. That's why we use Draco/Harry ... slash... get it?

Jastin- Yeah, Raveyn kicks arse! Ha ha ha! hehe^^;

Sita-Chan- Tsunami Bomb? Ahh! Our best friend (one of them) Whitney (NEI NEI!!) loves them... alot... thanks for the idea! Hey, why don't we ever read one of your fics? LoTr/Hp slash rocks! Merry/Pippin... arggggg... We love you Beta-Chica!

Dia- Twins unite! ::Cheers:: Being a double is a lot more fun then being a single, eh? ^^ She's the angel? Does that meake you the devil? o.o; 'cause we're both evil.... EEEEEEEEEvvvvvvvvvIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllll ... hehe... ^^;

Makayla P.- Sorry we haven't updated in so long! Michael Jackson... he kind of scares us... all that children-sleeping-over thing... then again, we write about Harry Potter characters being gay... guess we can't talk, eh? =P

Twinkie Girl- Thanks so much! That's so nice of you, we do try hard with this fic^^ But it's because of reviewers like you that we continue!

shadowjardis- ::Sqwaks:: Hey! We thought of the name Raveyn first! ::Pouts:: Besides, think about it... Cho being in RAVENclaw... with an evil little sister named Raveyn... Ironic, eh? We put a lot of thought and meaning in each one of these characters, names, plot twists and everything... we're just weird like that^^; Thanks!

Animegurl- Hiei/Kurama forever! ::Waves banner proudly:: And that IDIOT!! He needs to die! In the Yu Yu movie, his voice is all changed... you can ALMOST stand him... then he does stupid things and you're just all "::Sweatdrop... grumbling... swearing... making rude hand gestures...::" heh heh^^;

Modesty and Madison twins- Is that you're real names? If so, they're fucking awesome! Then again, maybe we shouldn't ask... we don't tell anyone our real names... oh well, Twins Unite!! Especially Twin Slashers!! Harry with anyone is pretty hot... well, if he's MALE, that is^^; Thankies!

Eek! The 5th book is about to come out in... NINE HOURS! We're going to Walmart at 11:30 PM to buy it! We can't wait, we're so friggen excited! But while we're waiting, we've been trying to think about whos going to die in this one.

Double- For those of you, who have been living underneath a ROCK, J.K. Rowling said she killed off a major character

Mint- And she cried when she did it!

Double- She said that he/she was a major fan of Harrys!

Mint- So now we've been putting our theorys of whos about to DIE!

Double- I think it might be Molly... I hope not though, I'd cry! Just think about it... no more howlers!!

Mint- After pondering (Double snickers in the background) What? I ponder!

Double- Just keep going Mint... ponder away...

Mint- Well, after a while of PONDERING I've come to the theory that... it could be... Neville.

Double- :: Screams, cries, and pounds the ground in pure agony:: NOOOOO!

Mint- Because...well he's a fan and

Double- ::Still crying:: NO NO NO!

Mint- I hope not though, I love Nev-

Double- ::Clings to Mint, weeaping in her shirt and grabbing fists of it and pulling as she screeches:: WHY? WHY!! ALL HE IS, IS A BOY WITH A TOAD! AND ::Flings head back and makes a sort of wailing/hiccuping noise in the back of her throat:: HE LOSES THAT ALL THE TIME! MUST SHE TORMENT HIM SO??

Mint- ille, and he's just so great! But no fears, whoever dies, if they are part of this fic they will STILL be in this here fic. We will make it even more AU I guess...

Double- ::Screaming:: NEVILLE! DON'T LEAVE ME!

Mint- We'll, untill next time people! We'll try to make the next update faster, alright? Keep reviewing, those are the only things that motivate us!

Double- ::Still crying:: DAMN THAT J.K.ROWLING WOMAN! DAMN HER!

Mint- Later!

::Double and Mint put on their Fred and George's costumes and paint lightening bolt scars on their foreheads, they grab some brooms and take off into the night sky...:: HARRY POTTER HERE WE COME!! ::In the distance:: NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVILLE!!!

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