Chapter 13
Misplaced Hate
Thunder shook the sky and the earth.
Jarred starred around cautiously.
It was a sad site, but it was all he knew. London was built by Wizards and Witches years ago.
But then. they knew it wasn't true. they had found things. things that pointed it to have been a great muggle city.
Most people just brushed it of assuming that muggles had also lived there or served musters there but Jarred had his own ideas.
True it was a huge intertwining jungle of buildings a lot of which were empty.
Most were haunted.
The city seemed so dark, even for the dark times, which were currently upon them.
Jarred was the son of one of the highest members of society.
Polus Wood was his father and the minister for Europe.
Jarred had been brought up from and early age to follow in his father foot steps.
This had been very harsh since Jarred was different from the rest of his family.
With every painful cry from a muggles mouth that brought such pleasure to his father caused him to wince inside.
Something inside him kept nagging at him.
He had tried to ignore it, he loved his father and wanted to make him proud.
But sometimes he found him self lose control.
He had been served by a slave by the name of Shona from when he was a baby and they had secretly formed an attachment.
When he was five however Shona accidentally dropped a brand new expensive plater, which had held a huge roast destined for the mouths of some very important Death Eater officials.
His father had been shaking with rage and in front of his watching gests and family proceeded to put her under the wost pain curses he knew.
Shona told him with her eyes to stay seated and quiet but he couldn't handle just sitting there.
He had put a temporary stop to the toucher when he found him self on his feet yelling "stop!"
There had been complete silence his father had turned to him with a look of angered shock.
"Excuse me" he had whispered in rage
"You're hearting her," he said meekly.
Shona watched him in shock her frightened eyes and tear stained face cut his little heart deep.
She was the closest person to a mother he had ever had since his mother had died not long after his birth.
"WHAT!"
"She's a person too, just like us, she doesn't deserve it" he had said.
In one swift movement his father had swept down upon him lifted him by his neck and thrown him down to the ground next to Shona.
"Just like you is she?" his voice ridden with anger.
At this point Jarred had been to terrified to answer.
"In that case you will be treated like her and for that out burst you shell be punished!"
And that's when it happened he had never felt such pain in all his life.
His small body had shook and twitched uncontrollably.
But then it stoped he felt something heavy laying on him and was now shaking, he opened his eyes to the face of Shona.
When she stoped shaking he herd his fathers voice through the luffing of the death eaters
"So you are now defying me in the punishment of my own son, filthy muggle. EXTERIOA INTESTINA"
Jarred watched as Shona's pretty face screwed up in agony she held him closely as if afraid of what might happen if she let go.
Suddenly she started heaving she released him and moved to his side.
He watched as she screamed in agony as she heaved her eyes filled with fear.
She seemed to be chocking on something then blood began seeping out her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Then a long bloodied snake like thing started coming from her mouth.
Jarred latter learned this had been her intestine's.
It kept coming form her along with the stream of blood.
Her jaw suddenly clicked and her mouth opened wider than was natural as her stomach came from her mouth and rested on the floor in front of her still connected to her mouth by a pipe with hard bits of cartilage there was blood every were.
Then she looked at Jarred with agony on her face and sadness in her eyes and was still.
Jarred stared at her in shock to scared to move
"Shona?" he whispered there was no answer.
Her pale disfigured face once full of love and life was now lifeless.
Every thing else went by in a haze further punishment from his father, being made to carry off her body, being thrown in the cold basement.
After that he had never talked to a slave again.
His father punished him regally for the smallest of things and at the age of 18 he was exactly what his father had wanted him to be.
He treated muggles lower than dirt and tortured them.
Besides as his father had told him it was there fault he didn't have a mother.
She had been murdered by one of them when she was asleep.
Her throat had been slit.
It was offcourse a secret, what shame it would be it the community found out that a Wood had been killed by a muggle!
Then the dreams started coming.
They came once every few weeks at first but soon he was having them every night.
Shona would visit him, he could see him self when he was little sometimes being cared for by her.
In his dreams she seemed so human.
He would luff and giggle like a happy child, he had forgotten those times.
Her face was so young she had to be only his age if not younger when she died.
Then he saw her death.
So painful, and horrible and she had died protecting him.
She had jumped on top of him to stop the curse his father was inflicting on him to take it instead of him.
She had died such a gruesome death because of it.
Guilt started to seep into his heart every time he 'punished' a muggle.
Shore muggles had taken his mother but they had given him one in Shona also.
By measure of his father he didn't think his mother would have very loving either.
He wondered wether Shona had been the only one to truly love him.
Soon he started talking to her in his dreams.
She told him about many things but mostly they agued.
But over time his heart of stone was slowly chipped away.
Now here he stood at the age of 31 a tall strong man with brown hair and eyes wearing the best robes money could buy.
He was on his way home from a meeting with none other than the head of the local Order Headquarters.
There were many headquarters for several reasons, if any one ever spilled were 'the' headquarters was it would temporary off set the enemy, and secondly because all that were equipped enough to be were called this and could be used if the actual headquarters was ever actually destroyed.
He rounded the corner and the large mansion which he resided came into view.
As there were anti aperation wards over the entire of London it made it that much harder to get around unseen and unheard, he had how ever managed for ten years now.
As he slipped through the front doors and up to his room he once again shied in relief.
He would not have to sneak around much longer as his father was very sick and would soon be dead.
When that happened he would take over from his father as the minister for Europe.
The order saw this as a great victory for them.
Having him in power would be a huge advantage.
News of his father's illness would have been news to celebrate as horrible as it sounded, but it wasn't, not after resent events.
He was incredibly angered at the news that had been shared at his meeting.
There had been mutiny with in the Order itself!
And Dumbledor of all people, why there family had been fighting for the light for many years and it was widely believed that there ancestor was the one who trained 'the boy who lived' himself.
Which bring him back to the problem 'the boy who lived' apparently alive today and this time, even the thought was ridicules!
"They play a vital part to this war!, we don't need them against us"
"Yes I know I have herd what you are saying, tell me about Wood then?" Harry asked Dumbledor
"We don't know much except that he is the son of the minister for Europe, a very useful place, if his father was to ever become ill he would be become Minister like his father. We need him for us not against, we must send some one to speak to him, but his division will never have it!"
"Of corse not, they would fight us first.. But we will not meet with him through them."
Thunder shook the sky and the earth.
Jarred starred around cautiously.
It was a sad site, but it was all he knew. London was built by Wizards and Witches years ago.
But then. they knew it wasn't true. they had found things. things that pointed it to have been a great muggle city.
Most people just brushed it of assuming that muggles had also lived there or served musters there but Jarred had his own ideas.
True it was a huge intertwining jungle of buildings a lot of which were empty.
Most were haunted.
The city seemed so dark, even for the dark times, which were currently upon them.
Jarred was the son of one of the highest members of society.
Polus Wood was his father and the minister for Europe.
Jarred had been brought up from and early age to follow in his father foot steps.
This had been very harsh since Jarred was different from the rest of his family.
With every painful cry from a muggles mouth that brought such pleasure to his father caused him to wince inside.
Something inside him kept nagging at him.
He had tried to ignore it, he loved his father and wanted to make him proud.
But sometimes he found him self lose control.
He had been served by a slave by the name of Shona from when he was a baby and they had secretly formed an attachment.
When he was five however Shona accidentally dropped a brand new expensive plater, which had held a huge roast destined for the mouths of some very important Death Eater officials.
His father had been shaking with rage and in front of his watching gests and family proceeded to put her under the wost pain curses he knew.
Shona told him with her eyes to stay seated and quiet but he couldn't handle just sitting there.
He had put a temporary stop to the toucher when he found him self on his feet yelling "stop!"
There had been complete silence his father had turned to him with a look of angered shock.
"Excuse me" he had whispered in rage
"You're hearting her," he said meekly.
Shona watched him in shock her frightened eyes and tear stained face cut his little heart deep.
She was the closest person to a mother he had ever had since his mother had died not long after his birth.
"WHAT!"
"She's a person too, just like us, she doesn't deserve it" he had said.
In one swift movement his father had swept down upon him lifted him by his neck and thrown him down to the ground next to Shona.
"Just like you is she?" his voice ridden with anger.
At this point Jarred had been to terrified to answer.
"In that case you will be treated like her and for that out burst you shell be punished!"
And that's when it happened he had never felt such pain in all his life.
His small body had shook and twitched uncontrollably.
But then it stoped he felt something heavy laying on him and was now shaking, he opened his eyes to the face of Shona.
When she stoped shaking he herd his fathers voice through the luffing of the death eaters
"So you are now defying me in the punishment of my own son, filthy muggle. EXTERIOA INTESTINA"
Jarred watched as Shona's pretty face screwed up in agony she held him closely as if afraid of what might happen if she let go.
Suddenly she started heaving she released him and moved to his side.
He watched as she screamed in agony as she heaved her eyes filled with fear.
She seemed to be chocking on something then blood began seeping out her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Then a long bloodied snake like thing started coming from her mouth.
Jarred latter learned this had been her intestine's.
It kept coming form her along with the stream of blood.
Her jaw suddenly clicked and her mouth opened wider than was natural as her stomach came from her mouth and rested on the floor in front of her still connected to her mouth by a pipe with hard bits of cartilage there was blood every were.
Then she looked at Jarred with agony on her face and sadness in her eyes and was still.
Jarred stared at her in shock to scared to move
"Shona?" he whispered there was no answer.
Her pale disfigured face once full of love and life was now lifeless.
Every thing else went by in a haze further punishment from his father, being made to carry off her body, being thrown in the cold basement.
After that he had never talked to a slave again.
His father punished him regally for the smallest of things and at the age of 18 he was exactly what his father had wanted him to be.
He treated muggles lower than dirt and tortured them.
Besides as his father had told him it was there fault he didn't have a mother.
She had been murdered by one of them when she was asleep.
Her throat had been slit.
It was offcourse a secret, what shame it would be it the community found out that a Wood had been killed by a muggle!
Then the dreams started coming.
They came once every few weeks at first but soon he was having them every night.
Shona would visit him, he could see him self when he was little sometimes being cared for by her.
In his dreams she seemed so human.
He would luff and giggle like a happy child, he had forgotten those times.
Her face was so young she had to be only his age if not younger when she died.
Then he saw her death.
So painful, and horrible and she had died protecting him.
She had jumped on top of him to stop the curse his father was inflicting on him to take it instead of him.
She had died such a gruesome death because of it.
Guilt started to seep into his heart every time he 'punished' a muggle.
Shore muggles had taken his mother but they had given him one in Shona also.
By measure of his father he didn't think his mother would have very loving either.
He wondered wether Shona had been the only one to truly love him.
Soon he started talking to her in his dreams.
She told him about many things but mostly they agued.
But over time his heart of stone was slowly chipped away.
Now here he stood at the age of 31 a tall strong man with brown hair and eyes wearing the best robes money could buy.
He was on his way home from a meeting with none other than the head of the local Order Headquarters.
There were many headquarters for several reasons, if any one ever spilled were 'the' headquarters was it would temporary off set the enemy, and secondly because all that were equipped enough to be were called this and could be used if the actual headquarters was ever actually destroyed.
He rounded the corner and the large mansion which he resided came into view.
As there were anti aperation wards over the entire of London it made it that much harder to get around unseen and unheard, he had how ever managed for ten years now.
As he slipped through the front doors and up to his room he once again shied in relief.
He would not have to sneak around much longer as his father was very sick and would soon be dead.
When that happened he would take over from his father as the minister for Europe.
The order saw this as a great victory for them.
Having him in power would be a huge advantage.
News of his father's illness would have been news to celebrate as horrible as it sounded, but it wasn't, not after resent events.
He was incredibly angered at the news that had been shared at his meeting.
There had been mutiny with in the Order itself!
And Dumbledor of all people, why there family had been fighting for the light for many years and it was widely believed that there ancestor was the one who trained 'the boy who lived' himself.
Which bring him back to the problem 'the boy who lived' apparently alive today and this time, even the thought was ridicules!
"They play a vital part to this war!, we don't need them against us"
"Yes I know I have herd what you are saying, tell me about Wood then?" Harry asked Dumbledor
"We don't know much except that he is the son of the minister for Europe, a very useful place, if his father was to ever become ill he would be become Minister like his father. We need him for us not against, we must send some one to speak to him, but his division will never have it!"
"Of corse not, they would fight us first.. But we will not meet with him through them."