Disclaimer: Cassie, Sabine Italia, Susanna, and Joe are mine. The rest are
not.
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter Two: Complications, You'll See
Harry resisted the urge to yelp when he saw Cassie's eyes. He had only seen one other person with those eyes: Lord Voldemort. He ran back to number four and into his room as fast as he possibly could, making sure that Cassie and Sabine didn't hear him.
Breathing fast, he flopped onto his bed. He checked his clock and was surprised to see that it was almost midnight. His birthday was ending. Collapsing onto his bed, he quickly fell asleep.
His eyes snapped open again.
He was standing in a large, stone dungeon. At the front of the room were two tall stone chairs shaped much like thrones. There was a green-clad figure on each, a woman and a man. The man was a face Harry saw often in his dreams. Voldemort. The woman looked familiar to Harry, as if someone had taken a person he knew and changed their features. Her cheekbones were higher, her face was more heart-shaped, her hair was long and black, and her eyes were almond-shaped and glittered like rubies, but Harry still recognized her. It was Cassie.
She looked beautiful and cruel all at once, dressed in a rather revealing green silk gown beaded with silver. She didn't seem much older than she was now. In front of her was a quivering figure. She imperiously looked down on him, her pale fingers running up and down her wand.
"What shall I do with you?" she murmured, almost to herself. "You have shamed my mother for having me, yet you bow down to me just as the other Death Eaters. An odd combination of faithful follower and traitorous fool." She sighed longingly and pointed her wand towards his head. "Avada Kedavra," she said lazily.
A flash of green light, and Rodolphus Lestrange sprawled onto the floor.
Harry woke up.
*~*~*
Next door, Sabine Petrosina was trying desperately to get through to her raging sister.
"Why can't I have any control over it?" she screamed, throwing a small teddy bear against the wall.
"If it makes you feel any better, I think you look nice," Sabine said. "And you're certainly a lot more powerful when you change."
"Well, I like to have control over what I do," Cassie said sulkily.
"You'd better fix your eyes and hair," Sabine reminded. "You're tired, I can feel it."
"I'm not tired," Cassie protested.
"Change," Sabine said dangerously. The younger of the two was quite a force to be reckoned with when she was angry.
Cassie nodded and screwed up her eyes. The long, black, silky mane that shimmered down her back receded into her scalp and pointed straight up while fading and becoming brighter. Her eyes' pupils returned to their normal size and shape while her irises changed back to their natural emerald shade.
"There," Sabine said. "All done."
"You hate babying me," Cassie said hollowly.
"Yeah, actually, I do," Sabine admitted. "Why should I like it?"
"Because I'm you're sister," Cassie said tartly.
"I've got an idea," Sabine said hastily before they lapsed into Italian as they only did when they were getting angry. "Let's spy on the neighbors!"
Cassie perked up immediately. "Sure! Find the binoculars!"
"Dad's got them."
Cassie ran to the top of the stairs and shouted to her father.
"Babbo, dove sono binocoli?"
"Venduto!" he called from where he was watching a tape of an American football game.
"WHAT?!" Cassie screamed. "You sold them?" She temperamentally raised a fist and made a rude sign at him with one finger. "Those were mine!"
"Non me parlare come ciò, strega!" Joe Petrosina shouted.
"I'll speak to you however I want! And had you forgotten, YOUR DAUGHTER IS ALSO A WITCH?!"
She stormed back into the room, muttering swear words at her father. Sabine looked at her expectantly.
"He sold them," she said glumly.
"Well, how are we going to spy on the neighbors?"
"Charms!" Cassie said brightly. "We can do magic over the summer now that the new decree is out!"
Sabine unearthed her wand from her trunk (phoenix feather, mahogany, eleven inches) and pointed it at her eyes.
"Oculatus emendo!" she said, then "Uber-cool!"
"What?"
"The grains on my wand look like the Grand Canyon!"
"Wicked!"
Cassie pulled her own wand (unicorn hair, rowan, thirteen inches) from the place where it was sewn into her robes.
"Oculatus emendo! Whoa!"
The sisters scampered to the window facing number four and looked into the room opposite them. The curtains were wide open, giving them a clear view of Harry pacing the room.
"What's up with him?" Sabine wondered aloud.
"Shh!"
"He's not talking!"
"So?"
"I can talk!"
"Not if I'm trying to concentrate!"
Sabine shut up. Harry was writing a letter to someone. With their newly improved eyes, the girls could read every word.
Lupin,
I had a funny dream last night and I woke up with my scar hurting. It hasn't hurt this bad since the end of last year. I need to know if Voldemort has any female relatives still alive. Don't even ask.
Other than that, everything's fine.
Harry
"Uh-oh," Sabine breathed.
"They know."
"They definitely know."
*~*~*
Harry woke the next morning to another owl pecking his nose. Hedwig had gotten that letter to Lupin very fast. He patted Hedwig, who flew into her cage and started nibbling an Owl Treat. Harry slit open the letter.
Harry,
I just got your letter and can't write much of a response. As far as I know, Voldemort has no surviving relatives at all.
We've received information that there are two witches and a wizard now living near you, the wizard on Magnolia Crescent and the witches in the same house, right next door to you. We're coming to get you tomorrow at noon. We'll have your aunt and uncle and cousin out of the house.
Lupin
Harry frowned. He knew that the witches were Cassie and Sabine, but who could the wizard be? He ran through a quick list of boys in Little Whinging who had recently turned eleven. Piper Madrid, Jackson Islin, Mark Evans...Mark Evans!
The realization hit Harry. Before last year, he had not known his mother's maiden name, Evans. Could Mark possibly be a relation of theirs? No, Evans was a common name. It was probably just some friend of Sabine and Cassie's coming to visit or something. Yeah, that was definitely it.
The doorbell rang downstairs. Curious, Harry scampered down the first few steps and peeked around the railing to see who was at the door.
Mrs. Petrosina was standing at the door in a dress liberally splashed with bright, large flowers, her hair mousy brown today and pulled back into a harsh bun. She did not look pleased.
"Mr. Dursley?" she asked Uncle Vernon, who stood at the door.
His face began to show the first signs of red. "That is I."
"I need to speak to you about your son Dudley."
Aunt Petunia appeared at Uncle Vernon's side, glaring accusingly at her.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"Only to talk to you, unless of course other people are more important than your dolt of a son."
Harry's mouth widened along with his eyes. Dudley, his piggy face an inch away from the TV, hadn't heard a word.
"Step in," Aunt Petunia said in a falsely cheery voice.
"I'd rather not," she said, her voice deepening.
Harry gaped as Tonks stepped through the doorway.
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter Two: Complications, You'll See
Harry resisted the urge to yelp when he saw Cassie's eyes. He had only seen one other person with those eyes: Lord Voldemort. He ran back to number four and into his room as fast as he possibly could, making sure that Cassie and Sabine didn't hear him.
Breathing fast, he flopped onto his bed. He checked his clock and was surprised to see that it was almost midnight. His birthday was ending. Collapsing onto his bed, he quickly fell asleep.
His eyes snapped open again.
He was standing in a large, stone dungeon. At the front of the room were two tall stone chairs shaped much like thrones. There was a green-clad figure on each, a woman and a man. The man was a face Harry saw often in his dreams. Voldemort. The woman looked familiar to Harry, as if someone had taken a person he knew and changed their features. Her cheekbones were higher, her face was more heart-shaped, her hair was long and black, and her eyes were almond-shaped and glittered like rubies, but Harry still recognized her. It was Cassie.
She looked beautiful and cruel all at once, dressed in a rather revealing green silk gown beaded with silver. She didn't seem much older than she was now. In front of her was a quivering figure. She imperiously looked down on him, her pale fingers running up and down her wand.
"What shall I do with you?" she murmured, almost to herself. "You have shamed my mother for having me, yet you bow down to me just as the other Death Eaters. An odd combination of faithful follower and traitorous fool." She sighed longingly and pointed her wand towards his head. "Avada Kedavra," she said lazily.
A flash of green light, and Rodolphus Lestrange sprawled onto the floor.
Harry woke up.
*~*~*
Next door, Sabine Petrosina was trying desperately to get through to her raging sister.
"Why can't I have any control over it?" she screamed, throwing a small teddy bear against the wall.
"If it makes you feel any better, I think you look nice," Sabine said. "And you're certainly a lot more powerful when you change."
"Well, I like to have control over what I do," Cassie said sulkily.
"You'd better fix your eyes and hair," Sabine reminded. "You're tired, I can feel it."
"I'm not tired," Cassie protested.
"Change," Sabine said dangerously. The younger of the two was quite a force to be reckoned with when she was angry.
Cassie nodded and screwed up her eyes. The long, black, silky mane that shimmered down her back receded into her scalp and pointed straight up while fading and becoming brighter. Her eyes' pupils returned to their normal size and shape while her irises changed back to their natural emerald shade.
"There," Sabine said. "All done."
"You hate babying me," Cassie said hollowly.
"Yeah, actually, I do," Sabine admitted. "Why should I like it?"
"Because I'm you're sister," Cassie said tartly.
"I've got an idea," Sabine said hastily before they lapsed into Italian as they only did when they were getting angry. "Let's spy on the neighbors!"
Cassie perked up immediately. "Sure! Find the binoculars!"
"Dad's got them."
Cassie ran to the top of the stairs and shouted to her father.
"Babbo, dove sono binocoli?"
"Venduto!" he called from where he was watching a tape of an American football game.
"WHAT?!" Cassie screamed. "You sold them?" She temperamentally raised a fist and made a rude sign at him with one finger. "Those were mine!"
"Non me parlare come ciò, strega!" Joe Petrosina shouted.
"I'll speak to you however I want! And had you forgotten, YOUR DAUGHTER IS ALSO A WITCH?!"
She stormed back into the room, muttering swear words at her father. Sabine looked at her expectantly.
"He sold them," she said glumly.
"Well, how are we going to spy on the neighbors?"
"Charms!" Cassie said brightly. "We can do magic over the summer now that the new decree is out!"
Sabine unearthed her wand from her trunk (phoenix feather, mahogany, eleven inches) and pointed it at her eyes.
"Oculatus emendo!" she said, then "Uber-cool!"
"What?"
"The grains on my wand look like the Grand Canyon!"
"Wicked!"
Cassie pulled her own wand (unicorn hair, rowan, thirteen inches) from the place where it was sewn into her robes.
"Oculatus emendo! Whoa!"
The sisters scampered to the window facing number four and looked into the room opposite them. The curtains were wide open, giving them a clear view of Harry pacing the room.
"What's up with him?" Sabine wondered aloud.
"Shh!"
"He's not talking!"
"So?"
"I can talk!"
"Not if I'm trying to concentrate!"
Sabine shut up. Harry was writing a letter to someone. With their newly improved eyes, the girls could read every word.
Lupin,
I had a funny dream last night and I woke up with my scar hurting. It hasn't hurt this bad since the end of last year. I need to know if Voldemort has any female relatives still alive. Don't even ask.
Other than that, everything's fine.
Harry
"Uh-oh," Sabine breathed.
"They know."
"They definitely know."
*~*~*
Harry woke the next morning to another owl pecking his nose. Hedwig had gotten that letter to Lupin very fast. He patted Hedwig, who flew into her cage and started nibbling an Owl Treat. Harry slit open the letter.
Harry,
I just got your letter and can't write much of a response. As far as I know, Voldemort has no surviving relatives at all.
We've received information that there are two witches and a wizard now living near you, the wizard on Magnolia Crescent and the witches in the same house, right next door to you. We're coming to get you tomorrow at noon. We'll have your aunt and uncle and cousin out of the house.
Lupin
Harry frowned. He knew that the witches were Cassie and Sabine, but who could the wizard be? He ran through a quick list of boys in Little Whinging who had recently turned eleven. Piper Madrid, Jackson Islin, Mark Evans...Mark Evans!
The realization hit Harry. Before last year, he had not known his mother's maiden name, Evans. Could Mark possibly be a relation of theirs? No, Evans was a common name. It was probably just some friend of Sabine and Cassie's coming to visit or something. Yeah, that was definitely it.
The doorbell rang downstairs. Curious, Harry scampered down the first few steps and peeked around the railing to see who was at the door.
Mrs. Petrosina was standing at the door in a dress liberally splashed with bright, large flowers, her hair mousy brown today and pulled back into a harsh bun. She did not look pleased.
"Mr. Dursley?" she asked Uncle Vernon, who stood at the door.
His face began to show the first signs of red. "That is I."
"I need to speak to you about your son Dudley."
Aunt Petunia appeared at Uncle Vernon's side, glaring accusingly at her.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"Only to talk to you, unless of course other people are more important than your dolt of a son."
Harry's mouth widened along with his eyes. Dudley, his piggy face an inch away from the TV, hadn't heard a word.
"Step in," Aunt Petunia said in a falsely cheery voice.
"I'd rather not," she said, her voice deepening.
Harry gaped as Tonks stepped through the doorway.