Author's Note:  ld-soul, did I say I was discontinuing my story?  Lol, don't worry, I'm not going to.  In my author's note for chapter 6, I didn't mean that I'm-desperate-for-reviews stuff.  I mean, I do like getting reviews, but I don't need them to live, you know?

            Sorry, it's been a long time since I updated.  If you read my bio, it says that I was very GRUMPY this week.  Oh, garg.  I've been saying garg a lot.

            I FOUND A FLAW IN MY STORY!  In chapter one, Lily escapes with floo powder, but isn't there a floo powder network that monitors every single fire place hooked up to the network?  So, this floo fireplace thingy is going to be different.  Let's see…it's, um, illegal.  Yes, that's what it is.  It's illegal, so the official network place can't monitor it.

            I'm in love with dialogue.  Okay, that's it.

Disclaimer:  I own absolutely nada except for Anette and the plot….and I think that's all in this chapter….

My Demon Child

Chapter Eight:  Saving the Unfortunate Victim Part I

            It was his fear that saved him.  The saying "Everything happens for a reason," was truly real, especially in this case.  As James fainted, Voldemort's mind went haywire.  He said the infamous curse, but his wand was now pointing in thin air.  Sprawled on the ground was the motionless James Potter, but he wasn't dead.  Voldemort practically growled as he attempted to kill him again.

            But the door opened, and a death eater came running in, panting.

            "My lord, I don't know how, but something urgent—very urgent—came up—"

            "What is it?" he snarled.

            The death eater took off his mask to reveal himself as Rodolphus Lestrange.

            "My lord, we found Trelawny, Sybll Trelawny," he said definitely, but still panting and sweating.

            Voldemort's wand dropped.

            "What?" Voldemort gasped.  "Where?  When?  How?"

            "We have her in the torture chamber, my Lord," Lestrange said with glee.

            "Don't torture her just yet," Voldemort said under his breath.  "Move her to the Main Hall.  I'm going over to talk to her.  You, Lestrange, stay here and look after Potter."

            "Isn't he dead?"

            "No, fainted.  The pretty boy-coward.  Just watch him.  I will be back."

            "Yes, my Lord," Lestrange said.  He bowed as Voldemort left the room after picking up his wand.

            Lestrange surveyed James while circling him like a vulture.

            "Potter," he muttered.

            "Hmm?" James said quite unusually.  His eyes flickered, but he was conscious.

            "What happened?" James asked, supporting himself with his elbows.

            "You just fainted," Lestrange said bemusedly.

            "Did I?  Well, I'm awake now.  All better.  Oh crap, I'm here," James cried, disbelief and horror creeping over his expression.

            Lestrange laughed and took out his wand.  He pointed it at James and said, "Yeah, you're still here.  Don't move or it'll be hell to pay."

            Yep, I'm still here, James though grimly.

***

            Everyone was talking excitedly.  Ten minutes ago this emergency Order meeting was called for at the Hogwarts staff room.  Everyone was cloaked heavily, but all very energetic.  At the newfound information of James Potter, everyone was keen on finding him.  They were all talking happily in chairs;  some were talking about the plan on how to rescue him, some were saying how they didn't have to pay for his funeral anymore, and some were just stupidly excited.

            "Only a select few should go and try to save him," Snape said to Dumbledore quietly.  "It'll be hard to just sneak in a few people as death eaters."

            "Of course," Dumbledore said, rubbing his temples.  "Should we say three people should go in, including yourself?"

            "Sounds good to me, Dumbledore.  But, there's no rush is saving him.  It isn't as if Potter has contributed anything to—"

            "And how about Frank and Alice Longbottom?  Excellent aurors," Dumbledore suggested, ignoring Snape.

            "Well, excellent aurors aren't exactly welcomed by death eaters," Snape said in his oily, greasy voice.  "As long as he can conceal himself well enough, I say, why not?  But, there is no real importance in rescuing—"

            "Hey, I think that we should go instead," came the voice of Sirius.

            Snape and Dumbledore looked up and saw Sirius and Remus looking at them with their arms folded.

            "And are you two any better than the Longbottom's?" Snape asked with a glare.

            "As if you wanted them to go," Remus snapped.  "If it was up to you, you would probably take Dung and Moody."

            "Hey, Moody's a good man," Sirius said automatically.

            "I know, but in You-Know-Who's place, he's going to be a big giveaway cause everything is going to make him panic."

            "Good point, mate."

            Snape continued to glare and act like the mother who wouldn't let her children play outside until they finished their homework.  So, Remus turned to Dumbledore, who was smiling, and asked, "Please, let us go.  He's our best friend."

            "Ah, so sorry, I completely forgot you two!  Forgive me.  Yes, I agree that Sirius and Remus would be the best people to go," Dumbledore said.  Snape gaped at him in anger.

            "So, I think three should be enough.  A bigger number would probably be too risky," continued Dumbledoe.

            Sirius beamed at Snape, and Snape looked the other way as if wanting to puke.

            "What's the plan?" Sirius asked.

            Dumbledore looked up at the clock on the wall since his watch wasn't actually a normal one.  He offhandedly replied, "Everything will be explained once the meeting has begun, which will be starting in a minute."

            Sirius nodded, and he and Remus went to sit down in the big semi circle everyone had formed.  They sat on either side of Lily whose hands were folded.  She looked very calm, but it was very unusual.  She looked as if she in some kind of trance, or was it just cause of the silence she was emitting?

             (A/N:  Sorry, but I don't know how an important meeting should be conducted, so um, I'm not really going to describe.  Oh, you'll see.)

            Dumbledore was in the front of the room when Fawkes the phoenix appeared.  The magnificent bird looked radiant with violent shades of red.  It landed on a perch, and Dumbledore began stroking it.  He looked at everyone, and everyone became silent.  The meeting began.

            Together, they formed a plan.  They were going to rescue James in the manner that Lily had been rescued except that they were going to bring an invisibility cloak along so James could sneak out in that.  Snape had conjured up three extra death eater robes;  two for his companions and one for James just in case.  Through everything, Lily had remained silent.  The meeting was very short, it was only about thirty minutes or so.  Towards the end of the meeting, Dumbledore put the mark on Sirius's and Remus's shoulders.

            When Remus saw his shoulder in the mirror, he cringed.  "Ah, doesn't this look beautiful?" he asked sarcastically.

            "You look horrible," Lily gritted.

            Remus turned around and faced Lily.

            "Are you okay?" Remus asked.

            Lily nodded and said, "Mmm.  Whatever you do, don't get caught."

            "I don't intend to," Remus grinned.  He patted her on the back and asked, "Why are you sad?  Just an hour ago you were all happy cause—"

            "Because James is alive," Lily interrupted.  "And I'm still happy about that.  But that, that—that horrible place.  When ever it's mentioned anywhere, I get all, oh I don't know.  I'm not making any sense, am I?"

            "It's okay."

***

            "Do you have any idea where he could be?" Sirius mumbled under his breath very quietly.

            "What did you say?" Snape said with an annoying tone in his voice.

            "You git, you can't hear very well, can you?" Sirius snapped.

            "Probably cause you're whispering," Snape said loudly.

            Sirius, Remus, and Snape were all cloaked;  Sirius and Remus were masked however.  They were walking down the long corridors of the abandoned, gigantic castle that was now inhabited by Voldemort and his death eaters.  It seemed totally empty, so whenever death eaters passed their way, Remus gave a weird, little jump.  The fifth time this happened, Snape stepped on his foot, squashing Remus's big toe.

            "Listen, this isn't a haunted morgue.  You can talk out loud," Snape casually sniggered.

            "Then why aren't the other people talking?" Remus gritted.

            "Cause they're big losers with no lives," Sirius laughed.

            Two passing death eaters stopped at those words and stared at Sirius with suspicion.  The two death eaters changed their path and followed the three men.

            "Who are these two, Snape?" one of the cloaked people asked;  the voice was feminine.

            "New comers," Snape replied quickly without facing them.

            "Ah, novices," the same death eater cackled.  She faced Remus and peered into his eyes, although she couldn't see his face.  She asked with vigor, "How many have you killed?"

            "Um, ninety-three," Remys blurted out.

            "Impressive," she said without sounding impressed at all.  She asked, "How long have you been on our side?"

            "Oh, a while," Remus's voice quivered.

            "What's your name?" she continued to inquire.

            "Must you interrogate him?" Snape asked angrily.

            "That's a weird one," the woman said, as if she were breeding dogs.

            "You just noticed?" Snape said.  To brush her and her partner away, he said, "Listen, we're going to the Dark Lord right now, so you might not want to tag along."

            For the first time in the conversation, the woman death eater's partner—a man—said in a gruff voice, "The Dark Lord isn't in his office right now.  Surely you would've known that?"

            "Where is he then?" Snape asked as he stopped abruptly.  This caused Remus to slam into a wall.

            "Haven't you heard?" the woman said with glee.

            "It's that Trelawney girl.  Somehow, someone caught her and the Dark Lord's been trying to get some information out of her, you know, pertaining to that one prophecy—"

            "Really?" Sirius asked.  His voice was somewhat higher than usual.

            "That's why the corridors are more empty than usual," the second death eater said, "cause everyone's watching the Dark Lord and Trelawney."

            "We were on our way there, right Macnair?" the woman continued.  She turned to Severus and said, "You should be going there, too, if you're looking for the Dark Lord."

            Snape tried to do some quick thinking, but he couldn't think of anything but to follow them and try to lose them in the crowd.

            "What room are the Dark Lord and Trelawney in?" Sirius asked in his weird voice.

            "Interestingly, they're in the Main Hall," Macnair said dully, "so that's why everyone's been watching, cause everyone can fit in the Main Hall.  You three coming?"

            "First, um, we have to go and—"  Snape started, but no explanation followed his stuttering.

            "We have to go to the bathroom," Remus finished uneasily.

            This time, the woman death eater gave a weird, dirty look at Remus.  She whispered under her breath, "Novice."

            So the woman and Macnair left leaving a perspiring Remus, enraged Snape, and laughing Sirius.  Nevertheless, they continued their path.

            "I can't believe they caught Trelawney," Snape said out loud.

            "Do we have to rescue her, too, now?" Remus asked.

            "Dumbledore will have good uses for her," Snape remarked.

            "But first, we need to get Prongs," Sirius pointed out.  He turned to Snape and asked, "So, any ideas where he might be?"

            "I didn't even know he was still alive, so how should I bloody know where he is?" Snape spat.

            "Snape, be more careful what you say out loud in here!" Remus exclaimed in a whisper.  "You should know that of all people!"

            Snape looked completely irritated and chortled, "Didn't you hear what Nott and Macnair said?  Everyone's crowded in the Main Hall.  This gives us the advantage to find Potter.  Black, do you have that godforsaken cloak?"

            "Of course."

            "Give it to Lupin.  If there's another death eater on the way and they question him, they're gong to think him weird too," Snape muttered.

            "Hey!  So what, I don't work good under pressure!  That's my only weakness," Remus said with pride.

            "Well in a place like this, you need to be able to work under pressure," Snape verbally fought back.

            "Yes, and you've mastered working under pressure beautifully," Remus snapped.  "I'm okay.  Don't worry about me."

            "Whoever said I was worried about you?  I'm worried about myself," Snape said.

            "You're a big charity donator, aren't you?" Sirius said while folding his arms.

            "Do you two have any ideas where Potter could be?" Snape hastily changed the subject.

            Sirius and Remus continued to glare at him, but they decided that they weren't going to make any progress this way and decided to beat him up later.  They decided to give a mental truce.

            "Well, Dumbledore suggested any torture rooms, You-Know-Who's main room, or Lily's old room," Remus replied while ticking the rooms off his fingers.

            "They don't keep prisoners in the torture room and I don't have any idea on how to sneak into the Dark Lord's inner room, so we should try to find Evans's old room," Snape said greasily.

            "You remember where it is, right?" Sirius asked.

            "Erm, I think so."

***

            All the Order members had already evacuated the Hogwarts staffroom, as the meeting had ended hours ago.  However, Lily was still sitting all alone.  It was dinner time, and everyone was eating in the Great Hall.  Professor Dumbledore had worried about her, but decided that she just needed to be alone for a while.

            She opened the door and exited the room, intending to go back to her room.

            She began to wonder what would happen once James was back.  Was she going to stay with him?  Or was James going to have to stay with another auror now, like Lily herself had to?  But James couldn't be in that much trouble.  However, Lily continued to think that for the rest of her life she was going to be in Dumbledore's custody.

            Then a thought formed in her head…

            What if they found out about Petunia?

            What's wrong with your sister?

            They'd make me stay with her and be in her custody.  Can you talk about a nightmare?

            Now, now, she's not that ugly.  Sure, she resembles a horse but—

            But she hates me!  I wonder if she's living a happy life with her husband…what was his name?  It was something like Bernie Curry, or something like that.  No, it was Vernie Durry.  My, what a strange name.

            As Lily was thinking to herself, she bumped into something.  She fell down with her head throbbing and was about to curse whatever she had bumped into a billion smithereens, but she saw it was just Anette.

            Anette, too, was on the floor groaning with pain.

            "Oh, I'm so sorry Anette, are you all right?" Lily asked.  She stood up and pulled Anette on her feet.

            Anette massaged her scalp her replied, "Yeah, I'm okay.  You?"

            "As soon as this pounding in my brain will go away, I think I'll be back to normal," Lily nervously laughed.

            "How come you're not eating dinner?" Lily asked.

            "I finished early.  How come you weren't at dinner?" Anette asked.

            "I never eat in that wretched hall," Lily teased.

            Anette nodded to show she understood, but she looked at Lily weirdly.

            "Where do you eat then?" Anette asked.

            "Mostly in my room," Lily shrugged.

            They continued to stand in silence.  It was unnerving, but both thought it would be rude if they left, so they remained standing.  After a while, they somehow got into a staring contest.  After a painful minute of dry eyes, Lily blinked and Anette laughed at her.

            "Ha!  I win!" Anette exclaimed.

            "I got beat by a teenager," Lily groaned.

            "You have to help me with my charms homework now," Anette said triumphantly.

            "Ooh!  Charms is fun!" Lily said with relish.

            "You are the biggest dork I know," Anette laughed.

            "Well, you're the biggest—you're the biggest—oh never mind, you're not even big.  You're the smallest person I've ever seen," Lily pouted.

            "Shut up."

            "I will.  Now, where's your homework?" Lily asked.

            "You're eager to do homework?"

            "Trust me, it's better than what I was doing before."

***

            "I am officially bored with aching feet," Remus groaned.

            Sirius laughed and added, "I know, whoever thought anyone could be bored in a place like this?"

            "An abandoned castle?"

            "That's been taken over by the creepiest guy of all time."

            "You two, shut up!" Snape yelled.  His shout echoed in the corridor.

            "You both are ruining my concentration.  If her room isn't on the seventh floor, it should be on the next floor.  So, that means, we have to go downstairs again."

            Sirius cracked his knuckles menacingly.

            "This time, I am completely positive," Snape said in such a defiant voice that both Sirius and Remus believed him.

            So, Snape led them toward a spiraling staircase and said, "Dumbledore will really want Trelawney out of here, too.  Once we're on the next floor, I'll give you instructions on how to get to the room, and I'll head down to the Main Hall and try to figure out a way to get Trelawney out.  I don't know how you two can get Potter's door open, but just open it."

            Twenty minutes later, they were all on the sixth floor and Snape had given them descriptive directions, and he had just left.

            "You know, Snape's a lot smarter and braver than I thought," Remus said offhandedly.

            "Yeah, but he's still a slimy git," Sirius laughed.

            "Well, of course."

***

            "I am officially bored with an aching head.  Whoever thought anyone could be bored in a place like this?" James asked himself out loud in his room.  He was lying on his back on his bed in his confinement room.  He outstretched his hands towards the ceiling, and as if pleading to God or to any other higher Deity, he screamed, "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

            Nobody heard his screams.

***

            "Maybe you're doing bad at charms because, well, you're not exactly trying, are you?" Lily asked to Anette, who was sprawled on the couch by the Gryffindor common room fire.  When Lily arrived in the common room, it took her about thirty minutes to examine everything while saying things like, "Wow!  I remember everything!"

            "What do you mean?  I'm trying very hard," Anette said lazily while twirling her wand in her hands.

            Lily groaned and jerked the wand from Anette.  She gave a stern look and handed her wand back to her and said, "Try again.  And this time, try."

            "Okay, okay," Anette said offhandedly.  She grasped her wand and opened her mouth.  However, her mouth remained open, and she had to ask, "What was the incantation again?"

            Lily dropped her head in her hands and through her muffled voice, she said, "It's scourgify."

            "Oh, right!" Anette said cheerfully.  Lily refused to look at Anette's handy work.

            "Okay, here goes," Anette said.  She cleared her throat and said, "Scourgify!"

            Lily didn't see anything, so she wasn't sure if Anette was able to manage the spell.  However, when Anette shouted, "I did it!"  Lily jerked her head up and smiled.

            "Are you serious?"  Lily exclaimed.  "What did you make disappear?"

            "Oh, some old piece of parchment."

            "Oh, as long as it wasn't anything important," Lily happily cried out.

            Anette nodded in agreement and suggested, "I should start on my potion worksheet now.  Once that's over with, I can spend the whole night perfecting on my charms."

            Lily agreed.

            Anette went to pick up her potions homework, but her face expression suddenly fell, and she muttered, "I made my potion homework disappear."

***

            "Any ideas?" Sirius whispered toward Remus.

            Sirius and Remus were crouched behind a wall looking at three death eaters by Lily's old room door.  They looked like they were guarding the room, so Sirius and Remus would have no luck trying to break into the room with the death eater guards.

            "None whatsoever," Remus replied.

            "We could pretend that their shift is over, and it's our turn to guard," Sirius said.

            "Do death eaters work in shifts?" Remus questioned.

            Sirius shrugged.  He tugged at Remus's shoulder and complained, "Come on, it'll work.  Trust me."

            Sirius stood up and was about to walk towards the death eaters when Remus pulled at the back of his robes and pulled him back.  Sirius looked confused, and Remus lectured in a harsh whispery voice, "Padfoot you prat!  This is different from pulling pranks!  If we get caught, we're not going to get detention, we're gong to get torture and death and humiliation and agony and sorrow and—"

            "We're in a gloomy place already, don't let your tone match with it," Sirius sighed.

            "My point is, you can't just go out there with rash decisions!  We need a good, solid, firm plan that—"

            "Oy, you two, what are you doing?" a strange voice asked.   Remus and Sirius turned around and came face to face with the one of the death eater guards.  The guards were masked as well.

            Remus was terrified, but Sirius just smiled (although no one could see through his mask) and said in a charming voice, "Why, hello there mate!  Lovely, er, day, today…"

            "Pull your mask up," the death eater ordered.

            "Erm, I rather not," Sirius stammered, "cause I got the bad case of the chicken pox."

            "The chicken pox?  Then what are you down here?  That stuff's contagious!"  he exclaimed.

            "Yeah, so you better back away," Remus said, his mind calming down.

            The real death eater turned to Remus and asked, "Who're you?  Pull your mask up!"

            "Why don't you pull your mask up?" Remus asked, his mind racing with excuses to not pull his mask up.

            To his horror, the death eater pulled his mask up and revealed a man with graying hair, tiny eyes, and many chins.  His nose and teeth were crooked, and wrinkles were visible around his eyes.

            "Your turn," the ugly death eater grinned evilly.  "You have the chicken pox, too?"

            Remus blurted out, "My appearance is going to be a little, um, different.  Yeah, a co-worker of mine put polyjuice potion in my coffee just before I got here, so, um, I look different."

            Remus pulled his mask up and quickly put I back on so the death eater could only catch a dim glimpse of him.

            "What's your names?" the death eater asked them.

            "Oh, uh—"

            They did know some real death eater names, but they were to nervous to name any of them, so they just mulled around sounds hoping that it would sound familiar to this guy, who amazingly was very stupid and wasn't that suspicious about Sirius and Remus.

            "I'm Mu—, um, Mulciber," Sirius stuttered, hoping that sounded right.

            "Haha!" the ugly man cried.  He slapped Sirius on the shoulder and said, "Mulciber!  You're acting weird today, guess it's cause of your chicken pox though, no doubt.  Perhaps you just recently tortured a muggle with the damn illness?"

            "Mmm, yeah, sure," Sirius grimaced.

            "And you?" the death eater asked Remus.  Remus said the first death eater name that popped into his head—

            "Snape."

            Mulciber did not sound happy at that name.  Instead, he gave him a look of fear and said, "Oh, hello Mr. Snape, how do you do?"

            Remus and Sirius exchanged glances, and Remus nervously replied, "Yeah, I'm fine."

            "Hey, listen up, it's our turn to guard the door now, so you three can just go on," Sirius continued.

            The man raised his eyebrow and put his mask back on.  He fastened it and made sure it was secured.  He then said, "I don't know what you're talking about.  We just got on our shift ten minutes ago."

            "The Dark Lord, uh," Sirius started.  He was horrible at impromptu—"specifically asked that we guard the door right now."

            "Oh, well, if it's on the Dark Lord's orders," the death eater said, his voice rising, "then I guess we'll have to go.  Real weird though, why would he want you two to guard the door?"

            "Oh, you know, cause, um, Snape here is really powerful and stuff, yeah…"

            "We'll be off then," the strange man said, and he signaled the others to leave with him down the corridor.  When one of the guards passed Remus, he said, "You three should go to the Main Hall.  The Dark Lord's got Trelawney."

            "You don't say?  Well, I hope the Dark Lord gets information through her and kill that awful Mudblood once and for all.  Why do these stupid Mudbloods have to ruin out lives?" the death eater cackled.  And with that, the three strangers left down the corridor.

            "When did muggle borns ruin their lives?" Remus asked with disgust.  "Aren't they the ones killing and torturing?"

            Sirius agreed and said hurriedly, "Quick, open the door."

            "It won't open," Remus grunted while pulling the handle.

            "There's probably spells on it," Sirius groaned.

            "And I'm betting it'll take more than an alohomora charm to open it," Remus sighed, "and I'm also doubting that James could open it from the other side."

            "Then let's say alohomoroa two times!" Sirius suggested.  Of course, it didn't work.

***

            After Lily conjured back Anette's potion homework, and Anette had finished all of her homework, Lily decided to stay for a while although incoming students from Gryffindor were giving Lily confused expressions.  Their conversation eventually came around to boys.

            "How many boyfriends have you had, Lily?" Anette asked curiously.  She was setting up a game of wizard chess.  They began to play, and immediately, Anette had killed Lily's bishop.

            "Not that many," Lily said matter of factly.  She ticked the names off her fingers, "There was Mark Lansky, Kevin Smith, Gordie Millie, then there was James, and…there used to be Amos…"

            "Whose Amos?"  Anette asked curiously.

            "Oh, no one of importance," Lily lied.

            "What kind of name is Amos?  What was his last name?"

            "Oh, Diggory," Lily said quietly.  She didn't feel like telling Anette her whole life story just then and there, so she decided to be casual when talking about Amos and not changing the subject.

            "As long as you're not with him anymore.  I mean, Lily Diggory?  Kind of rhymes, doesn't it?  Then let's see Lily Lansky?  Unless you're going for the alliteration, I'd say no.  Then the last name 'Smith' is really common.   Ugh, and Lily Millie is worse!  But Lily Potter—"

            "Hey, I'm not opposing to Lily Potter, but it'll never happen," Lily laughed.

            "Why not?" Anette asked with curiosity.

            "Because that was ages ago, and James isn't my type.  He's like my father, he's really protective and—"

            "So he cares for you!" Anette exclaimed.  "And some say that children should marry people like their parents, I read that in a muggle article somewhere.  Besides, he's cute, smart—I heard he was Head Boy—and really witty.  He was a prankster, wasn't he?  Wait, hold on….never mind…I'm so stupid…"

            "What are you talking about?" Lily asked.

            Anette shook her head and said in a tiny voice, "I forgot he, he, well, you know, he died—"

            "Oh, Anette, no, he's not dead," Lily smiled.  She wasn't sure if she was allowed to say this just yet, but she continued, "He's not dead.  He's been found."

            "What?" Anette shrieked.  Without paying attention, she let Lily kill he queen.

            "I know, it's wonderful, isn't it?"

            "What?" Anette repeated.  "Lily, he's not dead?"

            "Nope."

            "Oh my god, oh my god!  Lily, you realize what this means, right?"

            "Erm, not really," Lily said uneasily.

            "YOU SHOULD MARRY HIM!" Anette screamed.  The whole common room stopped talking and stared at her.

            Lily nervously laughed and said, "Check mate.  I should go now.  I'm not a Gryffindor anymore, so I shouldn't be here."

            And with that, Lily left the common room.

***

            "Maybe's there's a password to open the door," Remus suggested.

            He and Sirius were still standing dumbfounded at the door.  Both were convinced that James was inside, but no matter what the did, the door would not budge.

            "What do we do then?  Just say out random words?" Sirius asked.  Sirius faced the door and said, "Voldemort!  Death eaters!  Pureblood!  Dark mark!  This is stupid!"

            Amazingly, the door opened. 

Author's note:  Okay.  You know what to do.  Grade me on moi's writing, and…review!