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Showdown
Chapter 3- ....
Snape, although annoyed that Libby never told him anything, walked quickly down the Hogwarts corridor. In his head he tried to piece together her life, or more pretend he knew what had happened. Severus now hated Remus more than ever. He refused to talk to him or the 'escaped prisoner' just happened to drop in. Despite this, he never questioned Libby living with Remus. Severus was a professor, his life was busy enough without another person to worry about. Besides, Libby probably liked living with Remus. Snape decided to leave everything as it was.
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Libby, on the other hand, had decided to take a walk on the grounds. She did this often to clear her head. Although walking usually relaxed her, she could not shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Did that twig in the Forbidden Forest just snap, or was it just her imagination? She kept moving besides this, until she stumbled upon something shiny. She bent down and examined it from the grass. It was a gold locket, with pretty filigree details on the surface. Her study stopped abruptly when she picked it up to see if there was a photo of anybody inside. There was a flash of blinding light, and suddenly, she was somewhere totally different.
"Crap," She said to herself. "It was a portkey..."
Where she was, she wasn't sure, but it was so familiar that she was certain she had been here before.
The trees were dead, and the decomposing skeleton leaves silenced the heavy sound of her shoes hitting the rotten ground. The sky was a reddish colour, which stretched over the barren landscape- as dead as the land that lay beneath it. The clouds seemed lifeless; casting shadows upon the empty land; at least, it would have been empty, if it had not been for the circle of Deatheaters standing right before her.
Libby had no fear. She had faced worst things- this was a walk in the park. She put on a brave face.
"Hi, guys!" She called cheerfully, turning to leave. The Deatheaters simultaneously pointed their wands at her. Dammit, she thought to herself.
She walked to the middle of the circle- may as well enjoy the show whilst it lasted. An infamous figure seemed to emerge out of the air. Three guesses who...
"Hello Voldemort!" She chirped. "Long time no see!"
"SILENCE!" He yelled. He then continued as if Libby wasn't even there. "Malfoy, what have you found out in relation to Severus Snape?"
"It appears he is no longer on our side, my lord." Replied Malfoy beneath the dark, black hood.
"Is he plotting against us?" Voldemort questioned further.
"I know not, my lord." Malfoy said nervously; he knew what was coming.
"CRUCIO!" Lord Voldemort shouted.
Malfoy doubled over with pain, and let out a gasp before kneeling on the floor.
"Hey!" Protested Libby. "He gave you all the information he knew!"
Voldemort turned, and glared at her through his red eyes.
"So why did you do it then?!" Voldemort turned back to his followers, he was tired of this insolent girl.
"I'm talking to you!" She screamed. Voldemort's black cloak swiped Lucius Malfoy behind him as he raised his wand threateningly. "What are you going to do, LORD Voldemort? Curse me? Go ahead..."
He did just that. "Crucio!"
The spell flew out the end of his wand and onto Libby. The crowd watched bewildered, as it did not affect her at all. She laughed coldly.
"Don't you remember? You can't do that to me. You made sure of that..." She smirked. The Deatheaters soon gained a respect for this girl. Many times they had heard oh her, but never seen her extraordinary powers.
"Well," She continued. "We have had a nice chat. But, ohlookatthetime! I must be off!" She rushed this last sentence.
"The reason," Voldemort finally hissed. "That you are here is you are to become one of my followers."
Libby spluttered. "I don't think so!"
"You will be my most loyal servant; the one I entrust with my most important...activities."
"Sorry- no deal."
"It is not a request. Therefore there is no question." He persisted.
"What is this?" Libby laughed again, but it wasn't a cold laugh. It was more of a shaky confused laugh. "Why should I do anything you say?!"
"I know you support neither the Dark Side, nor the Light side. Therefore, if you persevere to reject my...very generous offer, then it will be persons from each side who pay." He smiled evilly. "That's one Deatheater, and one of your friends...say, Harry Potter?"
Libby shivered. "You wouldn't."
"I would. Consider my proposal, and give me and answer." This was too much for Libby. The thought of one Deatheater and one of her best friends dying was horrid. She pushed her way out of the circle before running as fast as she could whilst looking for the portkey she had dropped upon entry.
Voldemort did not follow her, nor allow one of his supporters to; Libby was too dangerous. She had his power, that of the Deatheaters, what she had been taught in lessons, her own personal research, and was, on all accounts, stronger than he was. He just hoped it took her a lot longer to realise than it had him. For at that moment, he had an advantage- Libby's ignorance.
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Voldemort's proposal had shaken Libby up, and over the next few weeks she was slightly jumpy. She became, not suprisingly, more protective of Harry, Ron and Hermione (a death threat is enough to make anyone appreciate their friends more). She, naturally, did not tell anyone of her experience, it was just another thing she had to handle on her own.
One morning, Libby and Hermione ambled down the corridor after Potions. Harry and Ron had to stay behind after class to arrange yet another detention. They were just passing Dumbledore's office when Hermione realised she had left her quill and ink behind. She hastily promised to meet Libby back in the common room before scurrying off back to the Potions classroom.
Whilst in deep thought, she forgot to look where she was going. She soon collided with a figure that she soon recognised as Lucius Malfoy.
"What are you doing here!?"
Lucius quickly glanced around before bowing. He and many others who regularly attended the meetings had gained great respect for her. Her powers were undoubtedly superior; therefore she should be treated similarly to Lord Voldemort himself.
Libby simply raised her eyebrow. Never before had she been looked at in such a light, and had yet to adjust to it.
"The Dark Lord has once again requested your presence-" He started to whisper.
"Hold on, you haven't answered my question. Why are you here?"
Lucius cleared his throat. "Uh...Ministry business...Fudge sent me."
Libby nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"My lord awaits your answer." And yet he still managed to lower his voice further. "I must advise you to think carefully about this, Ms Silverman. Your choice may result in the loss of one of your friends and one of mine. He wants you to become a Deatheater, and unfortunately he usually gains what he wishes.".
"I understand," Libby stated, "But you must understand the difficult situation I am in-". Lucius bowed again. "I do know. I am sorry, but this is the way these things must happen. Now I must depart."
Libby left with a feeling in her stomach that she was going to make one of the toughest decisions of her life.
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Showdown
Chapter 3- ....
Snape, although annoyed that Libby never told him anything, walked quickly down the Hogwarts corridor. In his head he tried to piece together her life, or more pretend he knew what had happened. Severus now hated Remus more than ever. He refused to talk to him or the 'escaped prisoner' just happened to drop in. Despite this, he never questioned Libby living with Remus. Severus was a professor, his life was busy enough without another person to worry about. Besides, Libby probably liked living with Remus. Snape decided to leave everything as it was.
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Libby, on the other hand, had decided to take a walk on the grounds. She did this often to clear her head. Although walking usually relaxed her, she could not shake off the feeling that she was being watched. Did that twig in the Forbidden Forest just snap, or was it just her imagination? She kept moving besides this, until she stumbled upon something shiny. She bent down and examined it from the grass. It was a gold locket, with pretty filigree details on the surface. Her study stopped abruptly when she picked it up to see if there was a photo of anybody inside. There was a flash of blinding light, and suddenly, she was somewhere totally different.
"Crap," She said to herself. "It was a portkey..."
Where she was, she wasn't sure, but it was so familiar that she was certain she had been here before.
The trees were dead, and the decomposing skeleton leaves silenced the heavy sound of her shoes hitting the rotten ground. The sky was a reddish colour, which stretched over the barren landscape- as dead as the land that lay beneath it. The clouds seemed lifeless; casting shadows upon the empty land; at least, it would have been empty, if it had not been for the circle of Deatheaters standing right before her.
Libby had no fear. She had faced worst things- this was a walk in the park. She put on a brave face.
"Hi, guys!" She called cheerfully, turning to leave. The Deatheaters simultaneously pointed their wands at her. Dammit, she thought to herself.
She walked to the middle of the circle- may as well enjoy the show whilst it lasted. An infamous figure seemed to emerge out of the air. Three guesses who...
"Hello Voldemort!" She chirped. "Long time no see!"
"SILENCE!" He yelled. He then continued as if Libby wasn't even there. "Malfoy, what have you found out in relation to Severus Snape?"
"It appears he is no longer on our side, my lord." Replied Malfoy beneath the dark, black hood.
"Is he plotting against us?" Voldemort questioned further.
"I know not, my lord." Malfoy said nervously; he knew what was coming.
"CRUCIO!" Lord Voldemort shouted.
Malfoy doubled over with pain, and let out a gasp before kneeling on the floor.
"Hey!" Protested Libby. "He gave you all the information he knew!"
Voldemort turned, and glared at her through his red eyes.
"So why did you do it then?!" Voldemort turned back to his followers, he was tired of this insolent girl.
"I'm talking to you!" She screamed. Voldemort's black cloak swiped Lucius Malfoy behind him as he raised his wand threateningly. "What are you going to do, LORD Voldemort? Curse me? Go ahead..."
He did just that. "Crucio!"
The spell flew out the end of his wand and onto Libby. The crowd watched bewildered, as it did not affect her at all. She laughed coldly.
"Don't you remember? You can't do that to me. You made sure of that..." She smirked. The Deatheaters soon gained a respect for this girl. Many times they had heard oh her, but never seen her extraordinary powers.
"Well," She continued. "We have had a nice chat. But, ohlookatthetime! I must be off!" She rushed this last sentence.
"The reason," Voldemort finally hissed. "That you are here is you are to become one of my followers."
Libby spluttered. "I don't think so!"
"You will be my most loyal servant; the one I entrust with my most important...activities."
"Sorry- no deal."
"It is not a request. Therefore there is no question." He persisted.
"What is this?" Libby laughed again, but it wasn't a cold laugh. It was more of a shaky confused laugh. "Why should I do anything you say?!"
"I know you support neither the Dark Side, nor the Light side. Therefore, if you persevere to reject my...very generous offer, then it will be persons from each side who pay." He smiled evilly. "That's one Deatheater, and one of your friends...say, Harry Potter?"
Libby shivered. "You wouldn't."
"I would. Consider my proposal, and give me and answer." This was too much for Libby. The thought of one Deatheater and one of her best friends dying was horrid. She pushed her way out of the circle before running as fast as she could whilst looking for the portkey she had dropped upon entry.
Voldemort did not follow her, nor allow one of his supporters to; Libby was too dangerous. She had his power, that of the Deatheaters, what she had been taught in lessons, her own personal research, and was, on all accounts, stronger than he was. He just hoped it took her a lot longer to realise than it had him. For at that moment, he had an advantage- Libby's ignorance.
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Voldemort's proposal had shaken Libby up, and over the next few weeks she was slightly jumpy. She became, not suprisingly, more protective of Harry, Ron and Hermione (a death threat is enough to make anyone appreciate their friends more). She, naturally, did not tell anyone of her experience, it was just another thing she had to handle on her own.
One morning, Libby and Hermione ambled down the corridor after Potions. Harry and Ron had to stay behind after class to arrange yet another detention. They were just passing Dumbledore's office when Hermione realised she had left her quill and ink behind. She hastily promised to meet Libby back in the common room before scurrying off back to the Potions classroom.
Whilst in deep thought, she forgot to look where she was going. She soon collided with a figure that she soon recognised as Lucius Malfoy.
"What are you doing here!?"
Lucius quickly glanced around before bowing. He and many others who regularly attended the meetings had gained great respect for her. Her powers were undoubtedly superior; therefore she should be treated similarly to Lord Voldemort himself.
Libby simply raised her eyebrow. Never before had she been looked at in such a light, and had yet to adjust to it.
"The Dark Lord has once again requested your presence-" He started to whisper.
"Hold on, you haven't answered my question. Why are you here?"
Lucius cleared his throat. "Uh...Ministry business...Fudge sent me."
Libby nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"My lord awaits your answer." And yet he still managed to lower his voice further. "I must advise you to think carefully about this, Ms Silverman. Your choice may result in the loss of one of your friends and one of mine. He wants you to become a Deatheater, and unfortunately he usually gains what he wishes.".
"I understand," Libby stated, "But you must understand the difficult situation I am in-". Lucius bowed again. "I do know. I am sorry, but this is the way these things must happen. Now I must depart."
Libby left with a feeling in her stomach that she was going to make one of the toughest decisions of her life.
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