Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognise in this fictional story belonging to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Warner Bros., and whoever else…Bloomsbury and Scholastic. Some characters are based on childhood friends, I made them into this fiction therefore I own them. I also own the plot. And the dates… coz they're terribly wrong. I also don't own the pretty song… *looks down* ('Killing In The Name Of' – Rage Against the Machines)
A/N- Less chapters, more writing, revised story AND no more cringing.
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the
chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the
chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the
chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the
chosen whites
Chapter II [Tuer]
When they were outside Sarah shoved an empty bottle of butterbeer into her hand, Adele looked up sharply, "Wha-"
Adele and Sarah fell on a wet, cold floor. Adele tried to stand up but her world went black.
When she woke up she felt sore all over, her vision was blurry, she tried to call out; her voice couldn't make it.
Adele looked around; it was pitch black with the exception of only a spot of dim light near her. She saw a blurry body with mop of black tousled hair face down on the floor, Adele rushed towards it and began to turn Sarah over, "Sarah…" her voice was surprisingly croaky, Adele swallowed, trying to get rid of the sharp pain coming from her dry throat. "Sarah! Wake up!"
Adele paled when the body beside didn't even make so much as a twitch. Her breaths became sharp and Adele had to haul Sarah on to her back, who seemed to be at dead weight. In desperation, Adele hurriedly placed her shaking fingers to her friend's neck; nothing. Panicking, she grabbed her limp wrist beside her; nothing.
There was no pulse… she couldn't- she had to be… she was dead.
"Oh, Merlin… Oh," she muttered under her breath. "What happened? Why did you bring me here?" she choked.
She didn't understand what had happened. She just remembered touching the portkey that Sarah shoved toward her outside of the shop. How long had she been out cold? How many hours had she missed out on? How did her friend die?
There was just too much she had missed, with Sarah dead… Surely now, she, herself was in danger at that moment as well. She felt hopeless… and terribly afraid and confused. What was happening?
Adele felt for her wand and muttered the turnover spell. Sarah's body turned over, her long hair was out of her face and her features were pale and cold. Adele cradled her head sobbing. How could this have happened?
"Accio!"
Adele felt her wand fly out of her grasp. She gasped and looked up, there was a man clutching her wand in the hand and in the other; his own, pointed straight towards Adele. He stepped into the spotlight; it was Peter…
"Peter?" her voice spoke out; barely a whisper. She gave out a sob of relief, "Peter! Oh, thank Merlin! Sarah's dead! I don't know what do to do!- "
"Oh, shut up!" Peter he hissed painfully, cutting her emotional ramble.
"W- what?" Adele gasped.
The dim spotlight grew and soon the whole chamber was lit up and Adele realised that a circle of hooded figures surrounded her; they were quietly sniggering at her. She looked up at Peter again, he was gazing nervously at the head on her lap…
Adele looked at her dear friends dead face, it was morphing, Sarah's long hair fell out and in it's place, grew short black hair. Her face morphed awkwardly, her face paling even more; it's mouth shrunk into thin pale lips; and it's nose grew into a prominent feature. It's closed eyes opened wide, revealing small red pupils that were dancing around the room; Adele gasped and shoved the head off her lap in horrified shock, even the hooded men around her grew silent. It's small feminine body turned heavier, but not by much and her limbs and legs grew several inches. It was a mans body; Adele fought her stomach, trying not to be suddenly sick. When the body stopped morphing, the transformation was complete. The creature sat up, rolling it's neck around on it's shoulders slowly, stretching.
It was then that Adele knew who it was, she shuddered and cowered away slowly; it was Lord Voldemort.
She stood up and tried to fight her way out of the circle of hooded men, her eyes darting around; Peter was no where in sight. There was a mild ringing in her head, she tried to look at anything, at the hooded men laughing at her, at the stone floors, up at the ceiling, anything but the evil behind her.
Peter gazed through the circle of men that were in front of him, and shuddered. He knew Adele was trying to get out, he could hear his fellow death eaters roaring with laughter every time she tried to break through. He had been chucked out of the circle just a second ago, a Death Eater gave him a warning. "We'll leave you out of this one, your friend might grab at you or something. Don't worry, you'll have your fun. You just wait, lad."
Adele froze as she heard someone hiss behind her, she turned around and fell. The Death Eaters laughing became a distant hum at the back of her mind. All she could hear was her short breathing and heart beat, which was going so fast she thought her heart would burst. Her eyes grew wide as the black snakes appeared in front of her and slithered her way. Adele was beyond terrified. She was ophidiophobic and there was no where she could possibly hide, there was no way she could move. Her body felt like ice and her head was spinning painfully.
The snakes rose up, their eyes level with hers; she whimpered. They were about to attack her, she just knew it…
Then they vanished, Adele looked up to see the horribly ugly Dark Lord hovering above her, he has a satisfied smile upon his thin mouth.
"W-what do you want from me?" She managed to get out after a moment.
Voldemort let out a cruel laugh, "Want? Do you think that if I wanted something from you, that you would still be able to ask me that question? Tell me, are you as daft as you are, weak?"
"I'm st-still alive, aren't I? Why haven't y-you killed me? What do y-you want?"
"I want a world rid of muggle-loving trash like you. I want wizards and witches to recognise the pure filth we live among and should get rid of, permanently. I want the wizarding community to bow down at my feet. But above all, I want power… power and immortality…" Voldemort trailed off and looked at her with his red eyes, menacingly.
"I-I c-can't give th-that to y-y… OK." Adele stuttered. "But what do you want from me? W-why have you kept me alive?"
"Stupid filth… Why do you think I've kept you alive for this long?"
Adele shook her head, "I don't know…" She blinked, not knowing what to say. She was racking her brain for possible explanation why he was keeping her alive- "I won't ever join you." she said softly.
The Death Eaters laughed slightly but the Dark Lord shut them up with a wave of his hand, "What was that?" he asked her coldly.
"I.won't.join.you." She stated through gritted teeth.
"Oh." Was all the Dark Lord said in response. "Now, all of my plans are destroyed, now that a simple little muggle lover won't join me. I'll kill you. And when I do, I'll kill your family. And everyone who's ever cared for you. You've seen the effect I've had upon your old fellow students back in your Hogwarts days, you didn't ever think I'd get to you too. But I have… I am."
Adele tried to fight back the tears, how could someone ever be so cruel.
"Cry all you want, there's no one here who will be even so much as touched when they hear your final scream… Bring in our new recruit, this will truly test him." The Dark Lord said with a small smile.
Adele felt two men grab her and strap her to a table face up, she tried to yell but they put a silencing charm on her. She thrashed around in their arms and their grip was bruising her limbs, badly. Her eyes darted around, glaring at absolutely everything. She was horrified, but prayed for death. She would absolutely be sick if they tried to feel her up and ravish her.
"Wormtail, come here!"
Adele watched in horror as she saw Peter pull a sword from his side. Her eyes searched his as he positioned the sword just above her neck…
Traitor…TRAITOR!!!
~*~*~*~
Sirius and
James scrambled out of the car wreck.
"Sirius! Look
what you did!"
"Me? James if you weren't trying to take the wheel the-" Sirius was making wild
arm movements in the air.
The two best friends left the car as it was and started down the path way, bickering about whose fault it was. Finally it was decided that it was the muggles, who invented vehicles in the first place. After claiming their banter pointless, the two tried to go to their appointment by foot. They would have succeeded if one of them had remembered to bring the address, of course. After the use of some 'friendly' words (profanities), they decided on just skipping their interview. And going for a butterbeer instead.
It
was all pretty good.
~*~*~
Next day…
~*~*~
"Where are Calista and Adele? Has anyone seen them since yesterday?" Sarah
asked the guys as she sat down in a booth in the three broomsticks.
Peter looked up and gulped, "Well, I saw them both yesterday, at work of course
but Adele never came back after you talked to her outside and Calista was
always a deep sleeper."
"I… what? talked to Adele? Yesterday? Umm… no" She looked at Peter uncertainly,
"I was- err… never mind but I haven't seen Adele since that gathering the
James' apartment." Sarah said, she decided to keep Peter out of her search for
Lily and had decided to keep everything to herself until she had more
information.
James looked at her, "What were you doing anyway? You didn't come back
to the apartment…"
"I don't live there, remember? anyway; I really have to go now! I have- I have
a-a…" She paused, Think up of something… thinking, thinking, thinking…
"A job interview!"
Sirius choked on his butterbeer, "No, way! You are the laziest person I know to
date and if you say you're going for a job interview then I'm a purple elephant
on a tightrope…"
She glared back, "Sirius Black, I can't believe you-- I do have an interview! James, if you see Calista, tell her to call me," with that she walked out.
Why couldn't he just believe I was going to a job interview, even
if it isn't true it just goes to show how much faith he or anyone there has in
me. If they can't accept that I have a job interview, then they'll probably be
against me for years to come if I suddenly tell them I think that I've possibly
got a lead on Lily… that's just too bad.
James watched her leave with a funny look, "That cousin of mine is hiding
something. Job interview? my arse."
"Perhaps we should give her the benefit of the doubt" Remus
suggested lamely, "Even though it doesn't look too good for her…"
Sirius snorted, "Well, whatever it is, let her keep it hidden! She turned my
room into bright yellow, I'd pick pink any day."
James shooked his head slightly, "I don't know… I think, there something… else."
Sirius shrugged, making a face of annoyance.
Remus glanced at Peter, "Hey, Peter! What's wrong with you? Your knuckles are
all white."
Peter looked at Remus with a nervous glance and looked at his hands, but he saw
what none of them saw; blood from the night before. A vision of Adele's
expression as he lowered the sword flashed in his mind. She didn't scream… it
seemed like she had willed herself not to, Oh Merlin… He was sure
she saw him crying that night-
"Oi! Peter! Doof-head Yoo-hoo!" Sirius called while waving his hand in from of
his face.
Remus turned to James, "So how did the Auror thing go?"
"Well, we crashed the car…and we never went because of Sirius…" James glared at
him and shrugged, "So we've decided that fate just doesn't want us to become
Aurors. And we accept that—somewhat."
"You both aren't capable of even operating a steering wheel properly…" Remus
said deadpan.
"I know…that's why it crashed." James ended lamely.
"I never knew you actually had a car though, you never took muggle studies at
Hogwarts- Perhaps you bought a lemon?" Remus suggested lightly.
"We transfigured it from a mug!" James interrupted, "What's a lemon?"
"Oh…"Remus said, his eyebrows furrowing together, "But you couldn't have. Cars
may look simple on the outside but inside, they have all these parts inside,
you know? Lemons are like, faulty cars… I think."
Sirius glanced around darkly, giving up on Peter. "Most likely the reason it crashed…"
James nodded in agreement.
"You two are so irreversibly daft, I swear… Brilliant at times, but so daft at most." Remus muttered under his breath.
"But we're damn good at taking care of friends in need." James quipped, lightly.
~*~*~
"Ok, so what else do I need-" Sarah said talking to herself while shopping.
She bumped into a woman.
"Oh! I'm so sorry…" Sarah trailed off.
The woman was quite young, petite, blue eyes and short blonde hair.
The woman was shocked and said, "No…no, it was my fault."
There was something familiar about the woman, "Look, do I know you?" Sarah
asked.
The woman didn't quite meet her in the eye and said, "Uh…no, I don't think so
but I have a very similar face so a lot of people mistake me for someone else."
She said quickly.
Sarah looked at her curiously, "Well, I'm sorry I was so frank. Good bye then?"
The
shorter woman said "Yeah, good bye…"
Sarah went to the cashier and paid for her things.
The woman she bumped into watched her with sad eyes. "Oh, if you only knew
Sarah, if you only knew." Lily said softly.
Lily
took the bag of bread and went to the counter. She paid for her things and
started to walk back to the Ministry Building when a memory came back to her,
as clear as day…
Sarah and Lily were lying down on Lily's bed talking…
"Hey
Lily?"
"Yeah?"
"What do want to be when we're all old and wrinkly?" Sarah asked looking at the
top of Lily's bed.
"What an odd and sentimental question…" Lily's eyebrows knitted together.
"Oh hush" Sarah grinned, "Forget it…"
"McGonagall give you that same talk then? I had mine today, quite similar to the talk I had with her back in fifth."
"Hmm…"
Suddenly, a huge snore came from Adele's four-poster bed. Calista's head shot up straight away, "What the?!" she asked confused then fell back to sleep.
They laughed for a bit and Lily answered, " I don't know really, but hopefully, I will have already fulfilled all of my goals in life I guess? But I know I won't be old and wrinkly; I'd use my magic to iron out my wrinkles!" She giggled then said, "Sarah? What do you want in life? Mine are to get married to a great, lovely hunk! And have a huge family!" she said the last question with a horrible imitation of McGonagall's voice.
"I want to find out who my real parents are, what they did, who they knew?"
Lily went silent, she knew how sensitive Sarah was when talking or thinking about her real parents, Lily really felt for her when Sarah told her that she knew from when she was a little girl that she was different from her family; the Potters. How different she felt when playing dress-ups with her cousins.
Sarah
took out her wand and said to Lily, "Promise? You won't tell anyone?"
Lily looked at her best friend and took out her own wand and placed the tip
together, "I promise…" Together their wands glowed a deep purple.
"I wrote a letter to the ministry, asking them for information on my real
parents. I've been waiting all week for any kind of letter" Sarah said softly.
Lily was shocked for a moment, "I promise I won't tell a soul."
"And
I promise to tell James that you had always loved him in five years, if you
hadn't told him by then." Sarah said quickly and smiling just in time because
after her last word, the purple glow faded away.
Lily had just realised what she had said and blushed. "Sarah! I did not…oh
forget it. What's done is done. I 'm sure you'll get a letter any day now …"
Lily finished with reassuring smile.
"Yeah, it's just that I hate the waiting. It's been stressful…"
"Can't believe you didn't tell me in the first place" Lily said softly,
"But I guess… I guess I can't really blame you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what you'd think…" She said slightly embarrassed, "But you do know now, and I feel better about it."
"If you want," Lily
said with some doubt, "and only if you want me to be. I can be there for you
when you open the letter."
"Thanks, Lily Laetitia Evans" Sarah said hugging her. "You don't know how much
this could possibly mean to me."
"All right Sarah
whatever-your-middle-name-is Potter!" Lily said hugging her back; she then
pulled away, "Merlin…I don't even know your middle name!"
Sarah held out her pinkie, "I, pinkie promise you… that I will tell you right
after I tell James in five years time… just a boost for your future."
"Argh," Lily replied but never the less
took her pinkie.
Lily smiled sadly. "Five years…"
she murmured to herself.
The Marauders, Calista, Adele and Sarah were all sitting in the common room; the Marauders were playing Exploding Snap with Adele and Sarah looking on and Calista was reading a book.
Lily suddenly came running
through the portrait and she ran the stairs, turned back and ran back down and
jumping the last 5 steps, her face was red and she was panting and she was trying
to say something.
The present party looked at her with half amusement and shock except for one,
Sarah saw a letter clutched in Lily's hand, she paled.
The two girls went for a walk and Sarah opened the letter with shaking hands.
Lily read out the letter, "Dear Miss Potter, Due to your request
of the acknowledgement of your biological parents, we can do nothing but
oblige, you were born in _____ 19__ and the names of your biological parents
were ____ and ____ we are sorry to inform you that they are-" She stopped
there and looked over at her friend. Sarah was emotionless.
"Deceased, that is all we can provide you with. Regards, minister of magic,
Alfred Stein." Lily finished frowning, she looked over at her friend, "I'm so
sorry Sarah…"
Sarah was just looking at the carpet, she nodded and swayed slightly. Lily got up and put an arm around her, she felt Sarah's head drop down onto her shoulder, "I guess I kind of knew… inside. I knew they were dead. I could feel inside, there was something missing… I just needed-" she broke off in small sobs.
"Confirmation…" Lily finished.
Lily had forgotten how long Sarah had cried for, she just remembered that she did. She was so grateful that she had been there for her friend that day. It was just one of those memories that never go away…
~*~*~*~*~
Hours later, Peter walked away from the graveyard and wiped the sweat from his forehead,
then, he felt the burn upon his arm and disapparated. He apparated to an old
house, where the dark circle had almost formed, he hurried to his master and
kissed the hem of his robes, "My Lord…" he murmured.
Lord Voldemort pierced his red eyes into Peter's watery ones and spoke,
"Wormtail…have you accomplished your mission?"
"Y-yes…I – I have, master."
"Wormtail, I sense a growing doubt in you. Be sure to figure that out on your
own before I sort it out myself. You have done good so far, not many would have
been prepared to have such things done to their only friends, but earlier you
proved that much to your master. You betrayed your only friends, you will be
responsible for all of their deaths…
"But you have your true
family and friends here, among us. Those who Follow Lord Voldemort and obey his
commands shall be granted with much appreciation and honour. When our final
task is done, you and others will be rewarded with such riches, you will be the
new rulers under me. With such a promise, there must be total commitment.
Wormtail, would you ever betray your family as you did friends?"
"Never, my Lord… never."
~*~*~
A young girl was putting flowers down on her grandmother's grave
when she heard muffled voices from a nearby grave. Knowing no fear, she put her
ear towards the ground but then, the muffled voice stopped.
She ran to her mother and tugged her skirt, "Mummy! Mummy! I heard some sound
from that grave over there!"
She lead her mother towards the grave but the mother said, "Don't be silly
Amanda, let's go!"
"But I heard voices!" Amanda was unrelenting, "I heard voices!"
Her mother glanced at the head tomb. It was blank. But you could see the grave
was freshly dug. Shook her head and took her daughters hand and left.
~*~*~
Peter was sitting down within the shadows of an old building in
Knockturn Alley, he was shaking and crying with over-riding guilt. In his mind
he could see the horror of Adele's face as he lowered the sword.
He never knew guilt as much as this, Adele was always nice to him, unlike the
rest of the Marauders, taking all the power he deserved, power, the main reason
he joined the dark side, but not the original; at first it was fear; fear of
pain, physical torture, the feel of pain searing through his body, but them his
master taught him, not crave power, need power. He wanted power, but he never
knew the power could also bring guilt. The guilt of killing an innocent person,
if he ever would kill a unicorn; he would be cursed just as if he killed an
innocent; he would be cursed with guilt; guilt for the rest of his life.
But now, he had power, forbidden power? Yes, but all the same power… His
shaking hand took a small glass time-turner from his pocket, he took the chain
from it and put it around his neck.
You betrayed your only friends, you will be responsible for all of their deaths…
"Not if I can help it…"
~*~*~*~
Lily sat at her desk in her office; in her real appearance, she
loved her office; no one could see it's entrance except for her and Ernie and
she could see what was happening outside her office but no one could see the
other way.
She was taking a day off, but had to follow up on some paperwork from the Death
Eaters raid last week, and she had to write a report about her little trip to
Sahara Desert.
She had just came in and was about to confront Ernie with her objections about
her latest mission but when she was at the huge French doors they didn't open,
so she figured that he was in some kind of important meeting, so she went to
her office, which was on the same level along with some other agents and just
east of the circular room.
After half an hour she had finished all her work and thought about her run in
with Sarah Potter at the supermarket, how she missed her best friend, if only
she could talk to her.
Lily thanked the heavens it was the weekend, Ernie said that he had already
called her school and told them she couldn't come in that day…
Too bad, I would have liked to meet the new kids yesterday.
She went to her desk drawers and opened the invisible bottom
drawer; in the drawer was all she had left of her past life, her graduation
certificate photos etc. She had decided to keep all her important things in her
office from now on; she didn't want to risk them getting an arrow through it or
burned.
She looked at her mission letter again and read it thoroughly; she shook her
head in disgust.
As she looked up from the letter and saw the minister come out of Ernie's
office; he stopped in the centre of the room and bowed to all of the people in
the offices that he didn't see, Lily smiled as he left…
Must have been important then.
She picked up the leather bound book she was given along with the letter and
opened it, it had a note inside folded up, she took it and read it aloud to
herself--
"Miss Evans, during your mission blah, I suggest you use this log
book to record your events blah, starting from the time you finish this letter,
best of luck, minister of blah, Alfred Stein."
She sighed and muttered, "Great."
She looked up to see a young female stride out of the same room the Minister and Ernie had had their meeting. Her eyes widened as she recognised her. She almost toppled over on her chair. "Sarah? What on earth?" she muttered as the woman walked out of sight.
It was at that moment that Ernie chose to enter, "Li-"
Lily looked up sharply, surprised. "Is there some wild conspiracy- Ernie… was that- OK. Let's take a different approach," Lily paused to see Ernie looking very amused, "Was that Sarah Potter?"
He didn't answer her, he just smiled pleasantly.
"WHAT ON EARTH?!"
"Lily, calm-"
"DOWN?!"
"…yes."
"I am calm," She snapped.
"…"
"I am calm," She repeated, "I am calm and terribly confused."
Ernie nodded.
"I'm confused because I've got no idea what just happened and I know you probably aren't allowed to tell me so, I'll never know…" Lily rattled on, "But from what I just saw, I know she isn't in any immediate danger… I mean, she didn't leave with Aurors tied to her side. And I've begun to wonder whether that was a good thing or not. No pressure Ernie, no pressure.
"Lily, I never said it was Sarah Potter…" Ernie said softly.
"No, you didn't. Did you?" Said Lily, "But I didn't ask for confirmation Ernie… you know, because I just saw her. I just saw her walk past my office and I knew. I just knew. It's the only thing inside of me I don't have to double-check Ernie and I'm living off it."
"It is hard…"
"It isn't hard, it's bloody torture…" Lily put her head in her
hands, "Do me a favour and change the subject, please…"
He calmly walked away from her and sat in a near by chair and said, "I've been a thinking and the Minister has agreed and approved. Just as a little 'something' before your next mission, I would be greatly appreciative if you would attend the Annual Ministry Ball next month. As a representative of our society here, I'm asking you because I won't be able to attend it myself. So, what do you think?"
Lily sat there speechless, she certainly wasn't expecting that.
~*~*~
Her eyes
slowly fluttered open, it was pitch black; she felt with her hands around her
surroundings; it felt like hard and heavy wood. It felt like she was in a box…
She began to panic; if she was afraid of anything…it was small, closed, spaces.
Her weak hands frantically moved around to pushed in front of her, the hard
wood gave her pangs of stinging but she didn't care for splinters. She just
wanted to get out.
But she couldn't, no matter how hard she pushed against it.
This can't be happening…small, dark, closed space….oh! oh, Merlin help me. God help me. Someone help me!
She was petrified, her breaths became short and she began to cry hysterically. "No….this can't be happening…(gasp) no…(gasp) help… me(gasp) no…"
She began pushing again, this time with not only her arms now but
her legs as well. Nothing helped… she gripped her hair in frustration and
gasped, her hair was cut short. She started screaming for help, but somewhere
in herself she knew no one would come in time.
Oxygen was becoming a big problem; she had begun to
feel light headed and dizzy…
-Fin-
About the chapter-
Chapter title is a very useful verb I learnt last term in French class. Tuer = To kill… *smiles* It's damning proof that I actually do listen in class… well—most of the time.
I reckon, the title goes with the song. And I reckon, also, that the song goes with the *waves arms around spastically* whole gist of Voldemort's so called empowerment over his lowly minion/s.
Such is life when you're absolutely oblivious to the outside world with the added bonus of no real power.
I will
also add that the song is damn right sexy! *grins*
