A/N: Wowzers this is a loooong chapter, so prepare yourselves! All right, first matter of business is that when Aria is in Dumbledore's office, all of the Italics are her thoughts. When Peter has his moment in the limelight (sorry folks, I had to give it to him), the italics are his thoughts. In the last part, which is back at Hogwarts, James' thoughts are between * *s and Lily's thoughts are normal italics. Also, in that same part, when there are Italics between s, it is James' flashback. I'm sorry I made it so confusing, but it had to be this way. Okeydokey then, enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own Aria, the Alcantvi, Lucan, and Rowena (more commonly referred to as Wren).
Chapter 11: Revealed
Aria sat numbly in Professor Dumbledore's office. Her day could not possibly get any weirder, even by magical standards. First, she had disappeared in the middle of a Quidditch game. Disappeared. Just like that. Second, when she had reached Dumbledore's office, he had left for a moment, and while he was gone his pet phoenix had spontaneously combusted. While Aria was well aware that this was a natural process for a phoenix to undergo, she had never really witnessed a one bursting into flames, and she had almost wondered if she had been responsible for that happening as well. Now, her Headmaster was asking her if she would care for a more cushioned chair instead of what she was sitting on, which happened to be quite hard. Stammering, she had said no thank you. He turned to Aria and smiled sadly at her. She looked as if she were about to receive a life sentence to Azkaban.
"Miss Gratzki, please relax, you are making me nervous. I assure you that you are not in any trouble of any sort. I apologize for what I am about to tell you. I also apologize that your mother and father could not be here for this, but it seemed that they had an urgent meeting at the Italian Ministry. "
"Oh. Um, oh," was all Aria could mutter.
When Dumbledore did not say anything, she could not stand it anymore.
"Professor, what did I do out there? Why'd I disappear? I know I didn't Apparate because I don't know how, and I swear that neither of my parents ever secretly taught me, or anything like that, so wha-"
Dumbledore chuckled at her distress. Aria was temporarily silenced, but not for long.
"What-"
"My dear, please calm down before you become more distressed than you already are. Indeed, you did not Apparate. You Shimmered. Miss Gratzki, you are Alcantvi." Aria gaped at him, open-mouthed.
"I'm-I'm what?" she whispered.
"You are Alcantvi, a descendent of a race of ancient magic. Alcantvi are the protectors of Good. Before the Apparating spell was created, Alcantvi were the only witches and wizards able to transport themselves from one place to another. They are able to heal the wounded, contact spirits, use Song Spells, and some are even able to See, though not all Seers are Alcantvi. They were the very first witches and wizards in the world, therefor they have powerful magic."
Aria could not believe what she was hearing. Apparently, she was a descendent of a race of powerful witches and wizards who could do things that no normal wizard could do. Needless to say, she was finding this all very difficult to believe. How was she expected to possess such powers when she could barely walk without tripping over her own feet at least twice a day?
"Professor-Sir-this-this can't be right, I mean, I-I can't possibly be an Alcantvus-"
Dumbledore smiled sympathetically and kindly at the same time.
"I am sure that this must come as a great shock for you, but I assure you that you are an Alcantvus. You are able to Shimmer, as you proved a few hours ago during the Quidditch game, which, if I must say, was most enjoyable, well done to Gryffindor! Also, it is not unknown to the residents of Gryffindor House that you quite enjoy singing-" Aria blushed. "-and that you have quite a knack for it. This is enough proof to verify that you are, indeed, Alcantvi."
"But-but Professor, what do I do? I mean, I can barely deal with my life as it is right now, and now I find out that I'm an Alcantvus? Jeez, Sir, no offense, but this isn't the greatest time to drop a bludger on me!" Aria exclaimed, frustrated. Dumbledore gave her a penetrating look.
"Miss Gratzki, while you are here, you are never alone. Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."
Huh, yea, easy for you to say, you don't Glimmer, or whatever it was I did! And how did he know I felt alone?
"But you are right in thinking that this will be a bit difficult to adjust to, although, I have complete faith in you to be able to do so. First of all, you must be on your guard when you are outside of the walls of this school. Alcantvi are rare. As you might have heard, there is a great Dark Wizard who is gaining power and support at an alarming rate. His name is Lord Voldemort. His desire is to be the most powerful wizard of all time, and does not look kindly upon other powers. He is not Alcantvi."
Dumbledore did not elaborate, and he did not need to. Aria understood perfectly. She was in danger because she had powers that Voldemort wanted. No! No, this isn't happening! This CAN'T be happening! Not to me! No! She wanted to scream, or cry, or laugh. This couldn't be real, it was too unbelievable. What would happen to her? Would she be killed? Kidnapped? Aria was bursting to ask Dumbledore these haunting questions, but she knew what the answers would be. Instead, she took a deep breath and nodded.
"I understand, sir."
Dumbledore nodded slightly. She was showing wisdom and composure beyond her years, more than a fifteen-year old witch should have ever had to show. Aria should have been able to be a carefree, happy child for the precious years that remained of her childhood. Instead, she was being made to accept powers and responsibilities that some witches and wizards of his own age would not have been capable of handling.
"There is one other Alcantvus in England. Her name is Arabella Figg, and if you remain at Hogwarts for the summer, she will be able to teach you the arts-"
"WHAT?" Aria yelled. "Whoa, ok, Professor, I can handle the fact that I have powers that no one else has, and the fact that a Dark Wizard is trying to either kill me or recruit me, but you want me to stay at Hogwarts over the summer? Sir, I love it here and all, but I-I-"
Aria's eyes filled with tears, and quickly became very interested with the floor. Stay at Hogwarts over the summer? Has he ever BEEN to Venice? I belong there! I miss the gondolas, the food, the simplicity, the beauty! I need to be there
"I understand, Miss Gratzki. I should not have asked you to do this, I am very sorry. Of course you needn't spend your summer holidays here," Dumbledore sighed. Aria bit her lip. Of course I needn't! It's one thing to ask someone to understand that they could be killed or kidnapped at any moment, but it's ENTIRELY different to ask them to give up their home! Stillhe IS just trying to make sure I'm prepared. Right? Oh FINE! God, this Voldemort had BETTER be a major threat, or else I'll never forgive Dumbledore for this
"Professor, I'm sorry I was rude before. I-I understand that I must be able to use the arts of the Alcantvi. If-if you think that I should stay at Hogwarts for the summer, I-I will," said Aria shakily. "I-I was being selfish before; I shouldn't have just been thinking about myself. If I am an Alcantvus, and Alcantvi are protectors of Good, then I'm responsible for all Good, not just me. I will stay here for the summer." Dumbledore stood up and hugged her.
"Miss Gratzki, words can not express my gratitude towards your decision. Once again, I am deeply sorry that you were thrust into this. I know that this will be a difficult time for you, and if I can help you in any way, please do not hesitate to ask, but I must ask you to do one thing."
"Yes?"
"Don't tell a soul. Don't owl your parents either, I have sent a security owl with the message to them."
Aria just nodded and smiled weakly. Inside, she felthollow. As if she had just lost a part of herself. After all, she realized she had been living as what she had thought had been her for fifteen years. In half an hour, she had become a strangera freak. And worst of all, she could not talk to anyone about it. Of course, Dumbledore was there, but what she needed were her friends. But she could not tell them; she had given Dumbledore her word. She made her way to her dormitory as if in a trance, laid down on her bed and cried.
***
Peter Pettigrew squealed as he landed the broom that he had stolen from the school's broom shed in front of an ominous, black castle at the edge of a steep cliff. He gagged as the stifling scent of evil and death filled his nostrils, but pressed on, knowing that the information he could supply would please his master. Suddenly, he heard the swish of another broom landing smoothly onto the grass a few feet below him, and Peter quickened his pace. He had to be the one to inform his master about the latest happenings. He needed to be the one.
Peter reached the wide, tall, black door with an engraving of a horrendous skull with a snake for its tongue. Shuddering, he pressed his forearm against it, and the door opened to reveal a menacing wizard standing in an empty corridor. He had untidy black hair, and cold, unnerving blue eyes.
"Pettigrew," he said in a low, threatening tone. "The master did not send for you. Why are you here?"
Peter felt his legs turn into jelly and he felt queasy.
"I-I-I have s-some information th-that I b-b-believe will be o-of use," he squeaked. Why was his voice so high?
The wizard stared at him for a moment, and then nodded.
"You will wait here. I will tell the master you have arrived."
Peter nodded. As soon as the wizard had left, he sighed with relief. His heart, which had been beating rapidly, slowly began to beat normally once again. But, all too soon for his comfort, the wizard was back.
"Master will see you now. He asked me to remind you that you had better have something of vast importance, or he will be terribly displeased." Peter nodded hard, and the wizard's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Enter."
Peter walked shakily down the long, dark corridor, and stopped when he reached a simple black door with a silver handle. He considered turning back. He knew that there was another exit through an underground tunnel. If he went through it, he could fly back to Hogwarts. Sure. Go back to Hogwarts, where my friends ignore ME and worship the ground those stupid girls walk on. James and Sirius and Remus think that they're gods, they're so full of themselves they wouldn't notice if I dropped dead! Those damn whores are messing with their minds! Go back to Hogwarts, where I'm poor little Peter Pettigrew who can barely handle a levitating charm! Go back to Hogwarts where I am nothing, lower than dirt, lower than the Slytherins. Hogwarts, where I have nothing. No friends, no talent, no status. He shook his head. Here I am something. I am a Death Eater. I have a value. I am a source of important information. I am on the winning team. I am! Peter took a deep breath and turned the handle of the door. He stepped inside, and the door slammed itself shut behind him. Before he could speak, the wizard by the entrance entered the room and stood by the door. Peter gulped.
"Pettigrew," said a shrill, cruel, evil voice.
Peter shuddered and stared at the floor. He could not stand to look into the wizard's red, snake-like eyes. He could not bear to look at his master, Lord Voldemort.
"I have been told that you bring forth information of utmost value."
"I-I bring what?" he asked, confused.
"You have information for me, do you not?" the Dark Lord exclaimed.
"Oh! Oh y-y-yes, indeed I d-do, My Lord," Peter muttered.
There was an unbearable silence.
"Well? What is it then?" Voldemort screamed. Peter winced at the anger in his voice.
"I-I was at the Quidditch game today, My Lord. A bludger w-w-was about to hit t-th-the Keeper, b-b-b-but she just d-di-d-disa-disappeared, My Lord! J-j-just like that! A-an-and then, a m-m-m-moment later, sh-she was b-back!"
Lord Voldemort stood in front of Peter, who began to shake. He could feel the power, the evil radiating off of the other wizard.
"You say that this girl disappeared, my boy?" he asked in a silky facade of kindness.
"Y-yes, My Lord," said Peter, relaxing.
He looked up into the Dark Wizard's face, and then quickly regretted doing so, but could not look away. It would displease his master if he did.
"She disappeared in a cloud of blueish-white lights, and then she was back!" He saw a flicker of surprise in his master's eyes.
"Do you know the name of this girl?" asked Voldemort, still behind a mask of kindness.
"Y-yes My Lord! Her name is Arianna Gratzki! She's a Gryffindor; she's in the same year as I am!" Peter exclaimed, eager to be rewarded if he had provided important information. Voldemort smiled; the same smile a lion wore when he had its prey cornered.
"Very good, Pettigrew. For once, you have proved to be useful. I would like you to become friends with this girl. Gain her trust. Understand?"
"Yes, My Lord. But I am already friends with her," said Peter excitedly.
"Astounding. You've actually done something right twice in a day. This is truly remarkable. These, ah, friends of yours, who else are they?" the Dark Lord inquired.
"Well, I guess James Potter-"
"James Potter?" Voldemort screamed. The eyes of the wizard in the corner filled with hatred, and Peter cowered.
"Y-y-y-yes, My Lord, James Potter," said Peter, shaking once more.
"I see," said Voldemort, more to the other wizard than to Peter. "We will see about this."
"My Lord, if I may say something-" the other Death Eater began.
"Crucio!"
Voldemort flicked his wand in the direction of his other servant, who still stood and did not scream, but twitched freakishly.
"I said that we would see about it."
He turned back to Peter, whose eyes were wide with horror.
"Who are your other friends, Pettigrew!"
Peter gulped, and felt as if he were about to vomit.
"Answer me, or you will receive the same punishment as him."
'Him' was slowly beginning to break, and let out occasional ear-splitting yelps of pain.
"S-S-Sirius Black, R-R-R-Remus Lupin, L-Lily E-Evans, a-a-and Ashling M-M-McKinnon!" Peter stammered.
Voldemort smiled cruelly, obviously pleased. The Death Eater on the floor finally gave in and screamed. The curse was lifted, yet he still remained twitching on the floor.
"I must say that your information was indeed valuable," said Voldemort grudgingly. "Good work, Pettigrew. I wish you were always this useful. Make sure to stay on friendly terms with this girl. I have a feeling she will become highly useful for us."
He turned to his servant on the floor.
"Unfortunately, this is not a good omen for your son. You should have had him choose his companions more wisely. The poor boy is running around with an Alcantvus and werewolves and an Auror's daughter! Tsk, tsk, not a very good omen at all."
The Death Eater did not say anything, for he had not yet regained control of his muscles. Voldemort turned back to Peter.
"You may leave now."
Peter ran as fast as his legs could carry him out of the castle. He flew back to Hogwarts, trying desperately to rid himself of the guilt, the smell of evil, the horrors that still clung to him.
***
As the weeks passed, the talk of what had happened during the last Quidditch match had died down. James, Sirius, Remus, Lily, and Ashley gave up on asking Aria what Dumbledore had said to her after the match. Slowly, Aria fell out of the shock of discovering she was Alcantvi, and began to fall back into the pattern of everyday life at Hogwarts.
November was coming to an end, and the school was feverish with excitement for Christmas. However, everyone was disappointed on the last Friday of the month during Transfiguration when Professor McGonagall announced that the annual Christmas Ball would not take place that year, but there would be a St. Valentine's Day Muggle Formal in February. Instead of a ball, there would be a Hogsmeade visit scheduled for that Saturday, the first weekend of December.
"I wonder why they cancelled the ball this year," said Ashley as the group left the classroom.
"Who cares? Now we can go to Hogsmeade this weekend!" Lily exclaimed.
"Um, Lils, we've been able to go to Hogsmeade every weekend," said Remus smiling.
Lily became confused.
"Ever wondered why we've never run out of stuff for pranks, or candy, or Butterbeer?" asked Sirius, also smiling.
It finally dawned upon Lily.
"You mean you know a way to sneak into Hogsmeade?" she whispered.
"Yup," said James.
Lily whacked him on the head.
"And you never told me until NOW?" she screeched.
"Uh oh," said Aria, her lips twitching in amusement. "You better run James, Lily's on the warpath."
"No shit, Sherlock," said James, and he ran for dear life.
When James reached the safety of his dormitory, he could still hear Lily screaming death threats. He smiled, despite himself. She looked so cute when she was angry. *Come on, get a grip on yourself! You can't have her! Just accept it! It won't be good for either of you!* James shook his head. He knew he could never have Lilybut that didn't keep him from wanting her. He didn't know what it was about her that made him like her. Her smile? Her personality? Her brains? Maybe it was the fact that she didn't fawn over him and cling onto his every word. *Well it doesn't matter what it is about her! You can't have her OR want her! HE'LL find out! It'll be what happened to Wren all over again!* James sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. Wren. Her full name had been Rowena, but he had always called her Wren. His baby sister. She was dead now; dead because of him. He reached under his pillow, and pulled out a picture of his fourteen year old self, laughing, with his arm around a laughing eleven year old girl with amazing sapphire eyes and black hair that fell into soft curls.
"James?" He looked up, startled, to find Lily in the room. "You forgot your book down there, I came up to give it back to you."
She set it on a table and sat down next to him. Lily breathed in, and sighed inwardly at the clean, fresh smell of him.
"Who's that?"
"Rowena. Wren. My sister," said James, concentrating on keeping his voice from cracking.
Lily studied the picture for a moment.
"Is she at Hogwarts now?"
"No."
"Where is she? She looks like she's old enough to study magic." James tore his eyes from the picture and smiled sadly at her.
"She's dead." Lily was stunned.
"Dead?" she whispered. "How-what-why-"
"It's a long story," he said, getting up. "You'll miss dinner."
"So will you."
"I'm not hungry."
"Neither am I." James sighed. "I-I'm sorry, James, you don't have to tell me if you don't want-"
"Lily, wait," said James. "I can tell you what happened to her." Lily sat back down.
"First of all, my father is a Death Eater," said James.
Lily did a double take.
"What?" she exclaimed. How can HIS dad be a Death Eater? James is likethe opposite of a Death Eater!
"Yea," was all James could say. "My dad's a Death Eater. Actually, he's more than that; he's Voldemort's most trusted Death Eater. He's his right-hand man. And they want me to be a Death Eater too. My dad's been trying to train me ever since I found out about what he did, when I was seven years old. I saw him killing a wizard in one of the rooms of our house. The wizard kept pleading with him and pleading with him to spare him because he was the only person who could support his family, but Lucan-that's my father-just killed him. And then he laughed. God, I can still hear it now
"Please Mista Potter suhr! Ah promise ta help ya an' yah masta! Jus don' kill meh! Ah gots a wife an' four litta uns! Please!"
Lucan paid no attention to the man's pleas.
"How dare you try to defy the Dark Lord! He'll be the greatest wizard of all time someday soon! He and I won't tolerate bugs in his path!"
"Please suhr! Ah promise Ah'll stay out of yo' way fo'eveh mo' suhr!" the man cried.
"Do you know what we do to bugs in our path?" asked Lucan in an icy whisper.
The man shook his head, tears streaming down his face, which held a terrified expression.
"We squish them. Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light, and the man slumped to the floor, dead. James had seen all of this in a horrified trance. Lucan laughed and turned around. He stopped laughing when he saw James cowering against the wall. His eyes were wide with surprise and fury.
"Dad-"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" roared Lucan in fury"
James stopped talking for a moment, trying to regain his composure. He heard the man's please in his head constantly, over and over again. He had never forgotten the day when he had seen his father's true colors. Lily bit her lip and felt tears forming in her eyes, and her heart breaking for him.
"My mom always tried to protect us from him, and so did my Uncle Matt who lived with us too. But Lucan had his ways. He'd slip sleeping potions into their drinks, and while they were sleeping he'd try to teach me the dark arts. When I told him that if he thought I would ever help him kill people, he'd put the Imperious or the Cruciatus Curse on me. He even tried to whip me once; I still have scars from it. Finally, one day, my mum moved us in with my uncle, but she couldn't come with us. She told Wren and I to never come back; to stay away forever. That kept him away for a little while, but he still came back. Lucan was determined to make me a Death Eater. He tried to train Wren once, but I didn't let him. He had her locked in a closet for two days, and wouldn't let her out until she agreed to train. He didn't even feed her. God, I could've killed him when I found her in there. I would've, but Wren stopped me."
James paused once again, and it took all of Lily's willpower to keep her from crying.
"One day last summer, he Apparated to Uncle Matt's house and Apparated out with me to this clearing in the middle of the woods. He told me that I would join him and become a Death Eater, and I told him that he was insane. He put the Cruciatus Curse on me for a while, and then he Apparated away with the curse still on me. When he had reappeared, he had Wren with him, and he had her at bay with a dagger. He knew she was my weakness; he knew I'd do anything for her. Lucan lifted the curse, and he told me that either I would become a Death Eater or Wren would die. He was willing to kill his own daughter in order to recruit someone!"
James was shaking in anger, and Lily took a few seconds to grasp the helplessness of the matter, the shock of having such an inhumane person as a father.
"Then?"
"What could I do, Lils? I was about to tell him that I'd become a Death Eater, when Wren started screaming and screaming that if I said yes to save her she'd hate me forever. I told her I could live with that as long as she was alive. She wrenched her way out of his grip and grabbed the dagger, turning on him, and said that my answer was no, that I'd never become a Death Eater. Lucan took this for my answer, and he used a Summoning Charm to get the dagger back. I tried to tell him that I'd join him, but he kept saying that it was too late, and h-he stabbed her and Apparated away."
James put his head in his hands again. He had held Wren in his arms, crying and pleading with her to hang on. He had promised that she'd survive, and he had tried to carry her to the nearest building, but it had widened the wound
"WREN! WREN! Oh my God, Wren! Please, hold on, hold on, don't worry, I swear that you'll be all right!"
He cradled her in his arms, trying to shield her from the rain that had begun to pour upon them.
"James? James where are you? I can't see anymore!" she had exclaimed, terrified. He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
"I'm right here, don't worry, I won't leave you."
She took great, ragged gulps of air, and her blood was flowing profusely, soaking his shirt.
"Wren, that was so stupid! Why did you do that? I told you that I'd take care of it!" Tears began to stream down his face.
"James," she said between gasps. "I couldn't stand lose you to him. I knew that you mustn't go to the Dark side. I love you too much."
"But I need you, Wren! I need you! I would have been fine if you had just let me say yes, and you would've been fine too! But I promise that you'll still be fine, I promise!"
"I love you, James. You're the best brother anyone could have ever had. I'll always be with you. It-it hurts too much right now, but I'll be fine soon," said Wren, stroking his face softly.
"No! No, Wren, don't talk like that, everything will be fine. HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME! HELP!"
"James.I love you." She gasped for one last breath, and then she was gone.
"No." he whispered. "No! NO! Wren, please! Come back! Please! I need you!"
James looked up at her.
"I killed her, Lils. I killed my baby sister. I was supposed to take care of her, but instead, I killed her," he whispered.
"No, you didn't kill her. That was your father that killed her, not you. You did everything you could to protect her, if anything, you saved her in the end," she said.
"But-"
"James did you stab her?" Lily asked, looking him in the eye.
"No, but-"
"Then you didn't kill her." James still wasn't convinced, but he nodded anyway. At that moment, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Ashley, and Aria tumbled into the room from dinner, laughing. Sirius and Remus broke into identical evil grins when they saw Lily and James on the bed together, but stopped smiling at once when they saw Wren's picture in James' hand.
"Oh," said Sirius.
"You told her?" Remus asked. James nodded.
"What?" asked Aria. Ashley saw the picture.
"Wren."
"Oh." The five that had just entered made themselves comfortable.
"Ok Tigger," said James, masking his depression with mischievousness. "I spilled out my past to you, now you've got to spill to us." Hehehe. Nice try, James. Anyone can see that you're still beating yourself up over Wren. Lily took a deep breath and told them about the Death Eaters that had set her house on fire, how her parents had died because of the fact that the Death Eaters wanted her, for some unknown purpose. She told them about the dirty orphanages, the unfriendly streets, and the loveless foster homes. She told them about Salem, about West, Jackass, and Evan.
"See, James? I killed my parents," she said, smiling sadly. She quickly became fascinated with the bed sheets.
"Lils, if I didn't kill Wren, then you didn't kill your parents. You didn't set the house on fire, did you? Exactly."
Lily shook her head. I did kill them. They died because of me. I can't forgive myself for that. Just like you'll never forgive yourself for Wren.
"Remember that night that Glenn started saying that shit about me?" she asked. James nodded slowly.
"Oi! What shit?" asked Sirius.
Lily quickly explained what Glenn had said to her. Sirius couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"HOW DARE HE?" Sirius roared.
"Sirius, calm down, I'm over it-"
"That BASTARD is gonna pay!" he shouted.
"He's definitely going to pay," said Remus, his voice filled with anger.
"I know that I stole stuff. I'm not proud of it. But I never did unless I had to! It was either steal or die, and when you're nine years old, dying isn't something you want to consider!" said Lily softly.
"Lils, you don't have to explain yourself to us," said Ashley sympathetically. "Its survival of the fittest, and if you don't try, you die. We understand."
Lily nodded. It was times like these when she couldn't imagine leaving Hogwarts. Her friends loved her, and she loved them too. Leaving is going to be so hard. It feels like I belong here with them. Lily brushed those unpleasant thoughts away for a moment, as she joined in the game of Exploding Snap Dodgeball. This moment was all that mattered.
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