Diamond in the Rough----Chapter 5
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A loud thud sounded against the heavy oaken door of the inner chamber. A tall thin man dressed in black turned slowly from the large book spread across his desk. "Enter," he ordered in a low hissing whisper. Tirano Malfoy slipped cautiously into his master's chamber. He took a deep breath and bowed low. "Forgive me, my lord, for interrupting." "Tell me what you have learned, Malfoy. What of Romulus Lupin?" Malfoy's throat tightened compulsively, "I'm sorry my lord, we found nothing." "You told me the beacon was aboard that plane," "It was." Malfoy muttered nervously. "All of our receptors recognized the beacon as being nearby. And Lupin was the only wizard aboard." "Clearly you were mistaken." The Dark Lord snapped. "You have failed in you mission Tirano Malfoy, perhaps I misplaced my trust in your abilities." "No, my lord" Malfoy cried. "I swear I will fix this mistake, I will not fail you again." "See that you don't" Malfoy sighed in relief, his masters temper was unpredictable, servants had been put to death for smaller transgressions than his. "What shall I do with Lupin now, sire?" "Kill him" Voldemort ordered breezily, turning back to his book. Malfoy turned to leave, but just before he slipped out the door the Dark Lord spun again. "No wait, Bring him here, I want to first have a little fun with Dumbledore's pet spy."
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Lily's eyes fluttered open. She shook her head to clear the last remnants of her vision. "What a weird dream," she muttered, glancing around in confusion. She lay on a long fuzzy purple couch in the strangest room she'd ever seen. The walls were bright green and the carpet yellow, long black bookcases covered three of the walls and a huge brick fireplace dominated the fourth. Beside her couch was a long black desk, covered with papers and strange whirring gadgets. She slowly got up from her seat and stretched her cramped back. She took a step closer to the desk and was about to reach for one of the strange objects when a door behind her slid open. "I'm glad to see your finally awake Miss Evans," "I..I'm sorry," Lily muttered as she stared at the incomer. "How do you know my name? Do I know you?" The man's friendly eyes flashed in concern, "You don't remember?" "Remember what?" Lily asked, then cried out in pain as images began to return to her, images of flame and bodies, images of her best friend crumpled and ruined. "No" she screamed, "I won't see it, it never happened." "It did, Lily," Dumbledore said softly as he sunk to his knees beside her. "I know it's hard but I need to know what happened aboard that plane." Tears streamed violently down Lily's cheeks as she tried to turn away from him. He caught her arms gently and held her there. "I need to know Lily" "Fallon," she whispered. Dumbledore's face paled considerately and his grip on her elbows tightened. "You knew August Fallon? Where is he? What happened to him?" "The took him, but it wasn't really him. His face melted. The man in black called him Lupy or something." Lily spat out between her gulping sobs. "What man in black?" Dumbledore asked hurriedly. "Do you know his name?" "I don't remember," Lily cried. "Mister Fallon knew him, he said his name, but I can't remember," She crumpled at those last words and sobbed brokenly into the carpet. "Alright," Dumbledore sighed, "That's enough for now," He stood slowly and walked out, glancing back at the pitiful heap of Lillian Evans. "Well," Bartemius Crouch cried the moment Dumbledore stepped out of his office. "What did she say?" "The girl is in shock Barty, we can't expect much from her yet." Dumbledore said severely. "Well no, of course not, but I thought, maybe a touch of Veritaserum? We need to know, after all, and desperate times do call for." Crouch's overeager voice trailed off as he glanced into Dumbledore's icy glare. "Well perhaps it can wait," he muttered and turned away. Albus Dumbledore sighed, he had bigger things to worry about than Barty Crouch's overzealous ambition. Lily's parents, for example, and the hard truth he needed to tell them.
Disclaimer- Everything(and everybody) you've heard of, I'm borrowing, everything else is MINE!! (yay)
A loud thud sounded against the heavy oaken door of the inner chamber. A tall thin man dressed in black turned slowly from the large book spread across his desk. "Enter," he ordered in a low hissing whisper. Tirano Malfoy slipped cautiously into his master's chamber. He took a deep breath and bowed low. "Forgive me, my lord, for interrupting." "Tell me what you have learned, Malfoy. What of Romulus Lupin?" Malfoy's throat tightened compulsively, "I'm sorry my lord, we found nothing." "You told me the beacon was aboard that plane," "It was." Malfoy muttered nervously. "All of our receptors recognized the beacon as being nearby. And Lupin was the only wizard aboard." "Clearly you were mistaken." The Dark Lord snapped. "You have failed in you mission Tirano Malfoy, perhaps I misplaced my trust in your abilities." "No, my lord" Malfoy cried. "I swear I will fix this mistake, I will not fail you again." "See that you don't" Malfoy sighed in relief, his masters temper was unpredictable, servants had been put to death for smaller transgressions than his. "What shall I do with Lupin now, sire?" "Kill him" Voldemort ordered breezily, turning back to his book. Malfoy turned to leave, but just before he slipped out the door the Dark Lord spun again. "No wait, Bring him here, I want to first have a little fun with Dumbledore's pet spy."
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Lily's eyes fluttered open. She shook her head to clear the last remnants of her vision. "What a weird dream," she muttered, glancing around in confusion. She lay on a long fuzzy purple couch in the strangest room she'd ever seen. The walls were bright green and the carpet yellow, long black bookcases covered three of the walls and a huge brick fireplace dominated the fourth. Beside her couch was a long black desk, covered with papers and strange whirring gadgets. She slowly got up from her seat and stretched her cramped back. She took a step closer to the desk and was about to reach for one of the strange objects when a door behind her slid open. "I'm glad to see your finally awake Miss Evans," "I..I'm sorry," Lily muttered as she stared at the incomer. "How do you know my name? Do I know you?" The man's friendly eyes flashed in concern, "You don't remember?" "Remember what?" Lily asked, then cried out in pain as images began to return to her, images of flame and bodies, images of her best friend crumpled and ruined. "No" she screamed, "I won't see it, it never happened." "It did, Lily," Dumbledore said softly as he sunk to his knees beside her. "I know it's hard but I need to know what happened aboard that plane." Tears streamed violently down Lily's cheeks as she tried to turn away from him. He caught her arms gently and held her there. "I need to know Lily" "Fallon," she whispered. Dumbledore's face paled considerately and his grip on her elbows tightened. "You knew August Fallon? Where is he? What happened to him?" "The took him, but it wasn't really him. His face melted. The man in black called him Lupy or something." Lily spat out between her gulping sobs. "What man in black?" Dumbledore asked hurriedly. "Do you know his name?" "I don't remember," Lily cried. "Mister Fallon knew him, he said his name, but I can't remember," She crumpled at those last words and sobbed brokenly into the carpet. "Alright," Dumbledore sighed, "That's enough for now," He stood slowly and walked out, glancing back at the pitiful heap of Lillian Evans. "Well," Bartemius Crouch cried the moment Dumbledore stepped out of his office. "What did she say?" "The girl is in shock Barty, we can't expect much from her yet." Dumbledore said severely. "Well no, of course not, but I thought, maybe a touch of Veritaserum? We need to know, after all, and desperate times do call for." Crouch's overeager voice trailed off as he glanced into Dumbledore's icy glare. "Well perhaps it can wait," he muttered and turned away. Albus Dumbledore sighed, he had bigger things to worry about than Barty Crouch's overzealous ambition. Lily's parents, for example, and the hard truth he needed to tell them.
