A/N: Hey y'all I'm sorry this has taken so long. There is an epidemic
going around my school and everyone is sick and I've been fighting it and I
had a cheerleading competition and the teacher's are unmerciful! Ahhhhhhh!
LOL. I know you all feel the pain. Anyway, here is the next chapter.
Oh, btw, I am going skiing this Friday and I won't be back until next
Saturday so I won't be able to get anything out for a week. So sorry.
Jahzara looked at Harry unbelievingly. "Me? What do you mean me?"
"I mean that Voldemort said that he wouldn't rest until he had you. The Ministry and everyone else told him that you were dead, but he said it would take a lot more to kill an Anastasio and that if he didn't have you in a week, he'd resort to drastic measures."
"Meaning?"
"Voldemort said that unless we handed you over he wouldn't fight fair, but if we did, he would."
"Yeah, right. Voldemort never fights fair."
"There's more, but I don't think you really need to hear it."
"Harry, spare me your anxiety and tell me the truth."
Harry and Ron shared a knowing smile at how Jahzara's regal air was gone and she seemed back to the old Teresa. Harry's smile quickly faded as he spoke.
"Basically, he told us he was going to rape every female in his path and put little children and Muggles under Imperius and kill them all unless you were delivered into his hands."
Jahzara went pale. She immediately thought of Jasmine and how Voldemort would probably go for her first.
However, she also realized that no matter what happened, she couldn't join his side. Jahzara shuddered inwardly as she thought of what Voldemort would do to her when she refused to join him. Nevertheless, with a look of resolution plastered on her face, Jahzara spoke. She looked to Gwendolyn.
"I know what I must do. I know what is expected of me. Gwen, gather all of the Veela in our forest. We will have a meeting in three minutes."
Gwendolyn, Destiny, Chastity, and Morgan set off to accomplish the task and rounded all of the Veela up. Ron and Harry nearly drooled as the beautiful women gathered around the house to hear their leader's words. Jahzara pointed to her throat with her wand.
"Sonorus. My fellow Veela, only hours ago, our beloved leader Lady Guenivire died and left me in command. Her last words to me were to follow my heart. It has come to my attention that I could be the difference between life and death for thousands. So, it is with a heavy heart that I must leave you. Until I return, Gwendolyn will take my place. I ask you all not to question me, but to obey and give Gwen the same respect you have given me. Quietus."
With that, Jahzara turned to Harry and Ron, leaving hundreds of shocked Veela murmuring between them. Harry gave Jahzara a small squeeze of her arm. Ron smiled at her warmly. Both knew how difficult it would be for Jahzara to explain everything to her family and friends.
After two hours, Jahzara headed off. Packing three weeks worth of clothes and her invisibility cloak, Jahzara packed everything on Braveheart (after making it all smaller). The only things she packed on herself were her Veritaserum and Invisibility cloak, both of which had been enchanted by Veela magic so that they were no bigger than size of her pinky. Both items were put in a small pouch and sown in the sleeve of her dress. Jahzara didn't know why she did this, but something told her to.
She saddled Braveheart and two of the fastest geldings. One was white and named Saturn and the other one was five different shades of brown and named Tramp.
Harry climbed on Saturn and Ron mounted Tramp. The three rode off and out of the forest. Jahzara led the way. Her silky, brown hair with blonde highlights shimmered in the sun. Once they reached the forest's edge, Jahzara stopped the group.
She turned Braveheart around and looked back at Harry and Ron. They both smiled encouragingly at her.
"Are Ginny and Draco married yet?"
Ron shook his head. "No, but they will be in a matter of months."
"All right. Are we going to apparate?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled and took out his wand.
Ron spoke before they could apparate. "Teresa, it's good to have you back."
Teresa smirked. "I know. It's good to be back."
"We better apparate to my flat. No one should be there."
Teresa nodded. She took out her wand and was about to apparate when suddenly her scar began to burn unbearably. She grasped her chest and she saw Harry holding his scar on his head. Ron looked at the two of them in fear. He didn't know why Teresa was in pain, but he knew only one person could cause Harry's pain. It was Voldemort.
A faint yet malicious whisper could be heard. Teresa refused to be afraid, though she knew what was undoubtedly going to happen. Ten Death Eaters stepped out of the shadows. They were accompanied by two other figures. One was covered in a black cloak, but his face could be clearly seen. It was Voldemort. A little girl who was floating limply beside him accompanied him. It was Jasmine.
Teresa jumped off of Braveheart and pointed her wand at Voldemort. Red started to take over the normal hazel-green of her eyes. Harry and Ron got off their horses and also pointed their wands at Voldemort, though Teresa could tell Ron was nervous.
"Voldemort," Harry spat.
"Potter. Unfortunately, I haven't come for you today. No, you will die another day. Today, it's Teresa that I want."
"Over my dead body." Teresa glared at Voldemort. He gave a twisted smile.
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of her dead body."
Voldemort rotated Jasmine's body so that Teresa could see her niece's face. Teresa gasped and her face went pale.
"Let her go Voldemort."
"I don't think so. Unless you want to see your niece here defiled and killed, I suggest you come with me."
"How low can you sink? Using my own niece against me? That is pathetic."
Voldemort glared at Teresa and then smirked evilly. He pointed his wand at Jasmine.
"Crucio."
"NO!" Teresa tried to run to her niece's side, but Harry ad Ron held her at bay.
Jasmine's small body wrenched in pain. Her face was contorted. Voldemort let up the curse quickly, seeing the effect it had on Teresa. He smiled depravedly again.
"No, let me repeat myself. Come with me and your niece will be caused no more pain. Refuse and she will not live to see another week, after we have had our way with her."
Numbly, Teresa nodded. Ron and Harry saw the pain on her face and the horror of her niece's fate should she say no. They also knew that she couldn't say yes, but that she would.
"Teresa, you mustn't go with him. You can't. You don't know what will happen if you do."
"I don't have a choice Harry. I won't let my niece be defiled or killed. I couldn't live with myself with that knowledge."
Ron lightly grasped her arm. It was killing him to see her, the woman he loved, in pain and about to be taken captive by the vilest wizard.
"Teresa, please, don't go."
Teresa pulled Ron into a hug. "I have to."
She smiled weakly and hugged Harry. With a brave look on her face, she walked to Voldemort. He smirked evilly at her and she glared defiantly at him. Then, they all apparated.
Ron and Harry mounted the horses and Harry grabbed Braveheart's reigns. He and Ron apparated to the Burrow. Meanwhile, Voldemort and Teresa had apparated to a black and dismal building that sat upon a large field of lush, green grass.
Teresa was dragged inside the building and thrown into a prison-like room. It had a dirty cot and a bucket. Voldemort threw Jasmine onto the bed and Teresa was pushed violently to the ground. Voldemort glared evilly at her.
"I've cornered you, just like I cornered your mother. Now, you must join me or you will die. If you refuse, both you and the girl will die. If you accept, the girl will be set free."
"I will never join your evil cause."
"There is no good and evil, child. There is only power and those afraid to seize it. Don't be the same foolish mistake your mother did."
"The only foolish mistake my mother made was joining you."
Voldemort glared at Teresa. Waking Jasmine from her sleep, he pointed his wand at Teresa. He shouted Expelliarmus and disarmed her and then pointed the wand at Jasmine.
"Crucio!"
The little girl screamed and so did Teresa. It pained her to see her only niece tortured. Voldemort let up the spell, but Jasmine's tears and whimpers failed to cease.
"Join me or else. I will give you twenty-four hours and then your time is up."
With that, Voldemort and the Death Eaters left. Teresa rushed to Jasmine's side and held her niece. Jasmine let her tears fall freely and Teresa rocked the young girl back and forth.
"It'll be all right. Hush little one. You're safe now. Auntie T won't let them hurt you anymore. What happened Jazzy, how did they get you?"
The little girl sniffled and lifted her head off of Teresa's chest. Her eyes were red and puffy. Jasmine wiped her tears away and spoke quietly and nervously.
"Mommy and I were in Diagon Alley when a crowd separated us. I headed down another alley I saw, I think it was Knockturn Alley, when three men in black cloaks took me away and knocked me out. Auntie T, what is going to happen to us?"
"I don't know baby, but I promise, I'll do everything I can to protect you."
Jasmine nodded and yawned. Teresa sang her softly to sleep. Laying the girl on the cot, Teresa walked around the room. She felt as if she were in Azkaban. Ten hours later, a Death Eater entered the room, carrying a plate of food.
"Take it away. I don't want anything that you have to offer," Teresa spat. The Death Eater sniggered and put the food tray down.
In another part of England, the Burrow to be exact, everyone was in an uproar. Ginny and the others were recovering from the shock that Teresa wasn't dead. Ginny was ecstatic until she found out the Voldemort had captured her.
The Anastasios were pissed to say the least. Not only had Teresa lied to them, but also Voldemort had captured her along with Jasmine. Pia was in hysterics. Molly and Mariah were attempting to comfort the young woman, but to no avail.
Tyrone sat still and alone in a corner. The yelling going on around him didn't phase him. He could barely believe that his only daughter and favorite sister were gone. Charlie sat by him and gave him companionship in silence, fully understanding Tyrone's feelings.
Matt was enraged and running every which way trying to find answers. He kept on floo-calling Dumbledore, Fudge, and every person he could think of. Bill and the twins restrained him from lunging himself at Harry and Ron. He blamed them for not telling everyone where Teresa was.
Mariah was too busy comforting Pia to be concerned about herself. That's how the Anastasio women were raised, to be very calm and not let things upset them, though Mariah demonstrated this better than Teresa.
Mr. Weasley and Percy were on their way home from the Ministry of Magic. Draco held onto Ginny and put a silence charm around Ginny's room, where his twins were sleeping. Tears flooded down Ginny's face at the thought of what Voldemort might be doing to Teresa. Draco was frightened himself and he felt weird not knowing what to do or what he could do.
Hermoine sat silent and unmoving. Harry had his arms wrapped around her. She seemed to be in shock. Harry lightly kissed her and pulled her back into his embrace. Hermoine seemed to relax a little. She knew that as an Auror, Harry would be the first to fight should there be a war.
Finally, Percy and Arthur arrived home, accompanied by Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Everyone quieted down as the four men sat at the table. Everyone gathered around and listened to what they had to say.
"Well, Voldemort has finally declared war. He hasn't stated when or where he will strike, but we know it will be soon."
Percy glanced wearily at his father. Arthur nodded for his son to continue for him. "Cornelius Fudge has announced that Aurors will be recruited and anyone that is 17 maybe be enlisted. I've already signed up, as has father. I suggest you all do so too, for those of you who can."
Percy glanced understandingly at his sister. He knew that she wanted to help, but she had just recently given birth and it wouldn't be such a good idea. Dumbledore continued where Percy left off.
"The Ministry as estimated that Voldemort has more followers than we predicted, otherwise, he wouldn't dare attack with a full on war. Hogwarts, despite the war, will continue. We still believe it to be the safest place. However, now that Rita Skeeter knows, I do believe that the population at Hogwarts will steadily decline. I do hope that most of the students will return and the first years will come."
Suddenly, the door to the Weasley home burst open. Blaise Zabini stood looking extremely pissed off and a bit frightened. Harry jumped up at the cold glare that was being shot his way.
"Potter, this is your fault."
Blaise lunged at Harry, who was within striking distance. Tackling Harry to the floor, Blaise raised his fist in the air and prepared to punch him, but was quickly pulled off by the only person who hadn't been too surprised to move, Tyrone.
Ever since he found out the fate of his only younger sister, Tyrone had not spoken a word to anyone and had sat silently in the corner. He knew how Blaise felt. In a way, Tyrone blamed Harry as well. Harry should have told them Teresa's decision, but Tyrone restrained himself. When Tyrone saw the look in Blaise's eyes, he knew what was about to happen.
When Blaise lunged for Harry, Tyrone jumped out of his seat. He quickly grabbed Blaise and pulled him off stunned Harry. It took all of his strength for Blaise was strong and stubborn. Blaise glared ferociously at Tyrone, but Tyrone had soft eyes that were weary.
"I know exactly how you feel Blaise, but save your energy. Now is not the time to turn against our allies. Unite with Harry to defeat Voldemort instead of trying to kill him. If Harry kept Teresa's whereabouts from us, it must have been at her request. Now, calm down and listen to what you've missed."
Reluctantly, Blaise did so. For hours, the group talked. Tyrone moved to Pia's side and held his wife. Blaise nearly smiled when he thought how alike Tyrone and Teresa were. His heart ached at the thought of Teresa.
Finally, at nearly nine, everyone but Pia and Ginny left for the Ministry of Magic. Ginny stayed behind at everyone's insistence that she, as a young mother, needn't offer her services to fight. There were plenty of jobs that she could do outside of the battlefield. Pia stayed behind at everyone's insistence because no one thought her emotionally stable enough to be able to use clear judgement on the battlefield.
Everyone else, including Molly Weasley headed to the Ministry of Magic to sign up to fight in the war. Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, as did Severus. Tyrone stayed a few steps behind the group. He was worried.
Hs fear was not for his daughter, he knew she was safe as long as Teresa was there. That was the reason he was scared. He knew that Teresa would do anything to ensure Jasmine's safety and, no matter how much he loved his precious daughter, Tyrone knew that Teresa played a major role in this war.
Harry and Ron had explained how she was the leader of the Veela and Tyrone knew that she would be the deciding factor in whether or not the Veela fought in the war and whom they fought with. Veela were dangerous in a battle and Voldemort knew this.
The night passed by slowly. Soon morning came and then afternoon. For Teresa, the time passed by too fast. Jasmine was sleeping again, lulled to sleep by Teresa's song. Finally, it came time for Voldemort to return.
The door to the prison opened and Voldemort, followed by four Death Eaters, marched in. Voldemort stared evilly at Teresa. She glared back at him.
"Have you decided?"
"I will never join you."
Voldemort nodded, knowing that this was truly her decision and that not even the Imperius could force her out of it. He smiled evilly. He had an evil planned devised especially for her.
"Let us go Voldemort."
"Never, I must have some consolation for my loss. You may go free, but the young one will stay with me."
"No!"
"Do not question me. Crucio."
Teresa's body fell to the floor in pain. She withered on the ground and could faintly hear Jasmine yelling in the background. The pain was unbelievable. It felt as if every torturous item ever created was being inflicted on her at one time. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was only seconds, Voldemort took the curse away.
"Escort Ms. Anastasio off the premises but take the girl to my torture chamber."
The Death Eaters nodded and three grabbed Teresa and one grabbed Jasmine. The young girl screamed but was gagged and tied up. Teresa tried to get to her, but was unable to. The Death Eaters attempted to drag Teresa out, but she resisted and screamed at Voldemort.
"NO! No! Leave her alone! Voldemort, take me instead! Take me instead!"
Voldemort smiled cruelly. The Death Eaters stopped moving. Teresa was let go and she was breathing hard from screaming and resisting. Voldemort had a twisted smile resting upon his thin lips.
"As you wish. Escort Teresa to her room and bring the girl along. Oh, and Teresa, any move at all to escape or to release your inner Veela as your mother once did and I will kill you and the girl."
Teresa and Jasmine walked for a while until they reached their destination. Finally, the Death Eaters pushed Teresa and Jasmine into the room. It was beautifully decorated, probably the only one in the building. It, in fact, looked like an almost exact replica of the one back at her home. The only difference was that in the very middle was a bed larger than any she had ever seen. It had four posters and was mahogany with silver sheets and a black comforter. Suddenly, Teresa knew why she had been brought here.
"No!"
She attempted to grab Jasmine and run, but it was no use. The Death Eater holding Jasmine held a knife to the young girl's throat. Jasmine whimpered and Teresa immediately stopped struggling. She watched her niece thrown against the wall and her arms brought above her head and attached to the wall in cuffs. The same was done to the girl's feet. Teresa was roughly thrown on the bed.
Voldemort walked in and immediately the air was colder, much colder. He no longer had on his cloak and the Death Eaters in the room had their hoods down. Three Death Eaters, whose hoods were also down, had joined Voldemort. The seven Death Eaters were Avery, Lestrange, Macnair, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and Nott. They all glared evilly at Teresa. Voldemort walked up to the bed and Teresa scooted back involuntarily.
"You will pay for your decision, Anastasio. Yes, you will pay. You know, I only kept your mother around because she was a Veela and one of the firsts to join me. A few followed, but all were eventually found out or killed. It is hard to hide the Dark Mark on a Veela for it glows on your skin. But no matter, like your mother paid for her treachery, you will pay for your decision. Oh, and Teresa, if you resist even once, Jasmine will be tortured and killed."
Voldemort sat lazily in one of the chairs. He glared at Teresa. She spoke only once. "Do not make her watch Voldemort, there is no need for her to see this."
"Oh but there is child. I want to scar her mentally, since I decided not to scar her physically. Lestrange, my most loyal Death Eater, you may go first."
"Thank you, my Master."
Lestrange glared evilly at Teresa and threw off his cloak. He was not physically repulsive, but that didn't matter to Teresa. He was going to rape her and that was all she could think about.
Lestrange ripped off her dress and threw it across the room. He fingered her body and grabbed her private areas. Teresa refused to let the tears fall down her cheeks. The Death Eaters were laughing at her and Jasmine was crying, shutting her eyes tightly.
"You know, you are quite ravishing. It's too bad you refused to join us."
With that, Lestrange ripped off her bra and her underwear. He quickly took off his pants and did the deed. He did it so roughly that Teresa winced in pain. Soon, after another fingering if her body, he was done.
Lestrange slapped her hard. He bent closely to her ear and yelled. "You are a whore and a terrible one at that. I can tell you however that your mother was good for a quick shag. Obviously, she didn't pass those traits on to this daughter."
They continued this for two more hours. Each man went and defiled her. They would beat her and yell insulting comments at her. Finally they all left. Voldemort was the last to leave. He smirked at her.
"The Ministry has found us, but no matter, we will still have fun with you tomorrow."
With that Voldemort left. Teresa quickly put her clothes back on and undid the chains that bound Jasmine to the wall. The young girl cried all night and finally fell asleep at midnight.
The next afternoon, the same people returned and Jasmine was tied up again. This time, Voldemort decided he would make things even worse.
"Today is your lucky day, its my turn to see how good of a shag you are. Oh, and if you don't put some effort into it, we will kill Jasmine."
Voldemort threw off her dress and took off his robes. He climbed on top of her and kissed her. He was terrible at it and Teresa only lied there. He slapped her hard when she didn't react. Her cheek was red.
"Macnair, give Jasmine a small cut."
"No!"
But it was too late. Macnair took the knife and cut the top layer of skin up and down Jasmine's arms. The small girl cried and Voldemort looked expectantly at Teresa.
"Now, where were we?"
Voldemort leaned down to kiss her again. Teresa returned the kiss this time and when he deepened it, Voldemort bit her tongue and lips until they bled. He did the same thing to the rest of her body while she was forced to kiss his cold, pale, nasty flesh. He roughly forced himself upon her and she resisted the urge to cry out.
An hour later, Parkinson was on the same, but he didn't rest at one time, no, he continuously shagged her five times. Finally, a savior came to her rescue. The door opened and Lucius Malfoy stuck his head in. Narcissa, whose head was lowered in respect, accompanied him.
"My Lord, I'm sorry to disturb you but the Ministry seems to think that we have Teresa Anastasio here."
"You fool, look on the bed."
Lucius was used to girls being raped for it was a normal occurrence. But what he saw shocked and angered him. No one had told him that Teresa was next on the list. Narcissa looked up and lightly gasped. She saw the anger register on Lucius' face and it did the same on her's.
Teresa felt like crying tears of joy when she realized Narcissa and Lucius had nothing to do with this, for that had been the thing that had upset her the most. Before she could say anything, both Malfoys lunged for Parkinson. Lucius successfully knocked him off of Teresa and Narcissa had handed Teresa her clothes by the bed, kissing her head twice with tears forming in her eyes.
"CRUCIO!"
Lucius and Narcissa fell to the floor screaming. Teresa felt tears form in her eyes at seeing them in such pain, but the tears quickly disappeared and she became angry. Teresa quickly dressed. Voldemort finally let up the curse.
"You traitors! All four of you will die in the battle for your lack of loyalty to me. Avery, Macnair, Parkinson, Lestrange, show the Malfoys, Teresa, and Jasmine out of here. They will die with the Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers."
The four were quickly thrown out, wands and all. Teresa quickly hugged Jasmine and, deciding it would be best, put a sleeping charm on her. Narcissa held Teresa and let the tears fall from her eyes. She kissed Teresa's forehead numerous times.
"If we had known that you were there, we would have done something sooner. Oh Teresa, please, understand that we didn't know. We love you like the daughter we never had. We would die rather than see that happen to you."
"I know Narcissa, I know that you and Lucius were shocked and unaware. I understand."
Narcissa kissed and embraced Teresa once more and took the girl out of Teresa's arms, seeing that she was weak. Lucius picked Teresa up tenderly and carried her in his arms. She seemed to snuggle against his chest like a daughter to a father. She knew how much pain seeing her raped had caused him.
"I am so sorry Teresa. I love you, we love you. Please forgive me, forgive us."
"All is forgiven Lucius, just promise me something."
"Anything."
"Don't leave me, not yet. Don't leave me, your like parents to me."
Lucius and Narcissa shared a smile as they waked quickly over to the campsite the Ministry had prepared.
"I swear, I will never leave you, not if I can help it. We love you, Jahzara Zitomira Teresa."
"I know."
With that, Teresa passed out in Lucius' arms. Once he reached the Ministry's site, ten Aurors and the Anastasios, Weasleys, Draco, and Blaise greeted him. They all fired questions at him, but only Tyrone noticed how Teresa seemed to hold onto Lucius. It was like she used to hold onto their father and him, and occasionally Matt.
She had one arm around his neck and the other tightly grasping his chest. Her head was buried in his shoulder and she seemed peaceful. Everyone tried to pry Teresa out of Lucius' arms, but he wouldn't let go and the Aurors couldn't fire a curse at him. Finally, amongst all the screaming and wand pointing, Tyrone jumped in the middle. He took his daughter out of Narcissa's arms and, after kissing her many times, handed her to Mariah.
Then, he shot red sparks into the air using his wand to get everyone's attention. Tyrone studied Lucius carefully.
"Lucius, may I have my sister?"
"I swore I wouldn't leave her."
"And you don't have to, but she needs medical attention I'm assuming and I'd like to hold my baby sister. I promise that if anyone here lays a hand on you until my sister wakes that I will curse him into next century."
Cornelius Fudge opened his mouth in protest, but Tyrone silenced him. "Fudge, I believe him and I know my sister better than anyone here. If he made a vow to her and YOU cause him to break it, she'll hex YOU into next millenium. Believe me, she's the hot-tempered one in the family. Now, Lucius, may I have my sister?"
Lucius handed Teresa to Tyrone and the group headed to the infirmary.
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Jahzara looked at Harry unbelievingly. "Me? What do you mean me?"
"I mean that Voldemort said that he wouldn't rest until he had you. The Ministry and everyone else told him that you were dead, but he said it would take a lot more to kill an Anastasio and that if he didn't have you in a week, he'd resort to drastic measures."
"Meaning?"
"Voldemort said that unless we handed you over he wouldn't fight fair, but if we did, he would."
"Yeah, right. Voldemort never fights fair."
"There's more, but I don't think you really need to hear it."
"Harry, spare me your anxiety and tell me the truth."
Harry and Ron shared a knowing smile at how Jahzara's regal air was gone and she seemed back to the old Teresa. Harry's smile quickly faded as he spoke.
"Basically, he told us he was going to rape every female in his path and put little children and Muggles under Imperius and kill them all unless you were delivered into his hands."
Jahzara went pale. She immediately thought of Jasmine and how Voldemort would probably go for her first.
However, she also realized that no matter what happened, she couldn't join his side. Jahzara shuddered inwardly as she thought of what Voldemort would do to her when she refused to join him. Nevertheless, with a look of resolution plastered on her face, Jahzara spoke. She looked to Gwendolyn.
"I know what I must do. I know what is expected of me. Gwen, gather all of the Veela in our forest. We will have a meeting in three minutes."
Gwendolyn, Destiny, Chastity, and Morgan set off to accomplish the task and rounded all of the Veela up. Ron and Harry nearly drooled as the beautiful women gathered around the house to hear their leader's words. Jahzara pointed to her throat with her wand.
"Sonorus. My fellow Veela, only hours ago, our beloved leader Lady Guenivire died and left me in command. Her last words to me were to follow my heart. It has come to my attention that I could be the difference between life and death for thousands. So, it is with a heavy heart that I must leave you. Until I return, Gwendolyn will take my place. I ask you all not to question me, but to obey and give Gwen the same respect you have given me. Quietus."
With that, Jahzara turned to Harry and Ron, leaving hundreds of shocked Veela murmuring between them. Harry gave Jahzara a small squeeze of her arm. Ron smiled at her warmly. Both knew how difficult it would be for Jahzara to explain everything to her family and friends.
After two hours, Jahzara headed off. Packing three weeks worth of clothes and her invisibility cloak, Jahzara packed everything on Braveheart (after making it all smaller). The only things she packed on herself were her Veritaserum and Invisibility cloak, both of which had been enchanted by Veela magic so that they were no bigger than size of her pinky. Both items were put in a small pouch and sown in the sleeve of her dress. Jahzara didn't know why she did this, but something told her to.
She saddled Braveheart and two of the fastest geldings. One was white and named Saturn and the other one was five different shades of brown and named Tramp.
Harry climbed on Saturn and Ron mounted Tramp. The three rode off and out of the forest. Jahzara led the way. Her silky, brown hair with blonde highlights shimmered in the sun. Once they reached the forest's edge, Jahzara stopped the group.
She turned Braveheart around and looked back at Harry and Ron. They both smiled encouragingly at her.
"Are Ginny and Draco married yet?"
Ron shook his head. "No, but they will be in a matter of months."
"All right. Are we going to apparate?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled and took out his wand.
Ron spoke before they could apparate. "Teresa, it's good to have you back."
Teresa smirked. "I know. It's good to be back."
"We better apparate to my flat. No one should be there."
Teresa nodded. She took out her wand and was about to apparate when suddenly her scar began to burn unbearably. She grasped her chest and she saw Harry holding his scar on his head. Ron looked at the two of them in fear. He didn't know why Teresa was in pain, but he knew only one person could cause Harry's pain. It was Voldemort.
A faint yet malicious whisper could be heard. Teresa refused to be afraid, though she knew what was undoubtedly going to happen. Ten Death Eaters stepped out of the shadows. They were accompanied by two other figures. One was covered in a black cloak, but his face could be clearly seen. It was Voldemort. A little girl who was floating limply beside him accompanied him. It was Jasmine.
Teresa jumped off of Braveheart and pointed her wand at Voldemort. Red started to take over the normal hazel-green of her eyes. Harry and Ron got off their horses and also pointed their wands at Voldemort, though Teresa could tell Ron was nervous.
"Voldemort," Harry spat.
"Potter. Unfortunately, I haven't come for you today. No, you will die another day. Today, it's Teresa that I want."
"Over my dead body." Teresa glared at Voldemort. He gave a twisted smile.
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of her dead body."
Voldemort rotated Jasmine's body so that Teresa could see her niece's face. Teresa gasped and her face went pale.
"Let her go Voldemort."
"I don't think so. Unless you want to see your niece here defiled and killed, I suggest you come with me."
"How low can you sink? Using my own niece against me? That is pathetic."
Voldemort glared at Teresa and then smirked evilly. He pointed his wand at Jasmine.
"Crucio."
"NO!" Teresa tried to run to her niece's side, but Harry ad Ron held her at bay.
Jasmine's small body wrenched in pain. Her face was contorted. Voldemort let up the curse quickly, seeing the effect it had on Teresa. He smiled depravedly again.
"No, let me repeat myself. Come with me and your niece will be caused no more pain. Refuse and she will not live to see another week, after we have had our way with her."
Numbly, Teresa nodded. Ron and Harry saw the pain on her face and the horror of her niece's fate should she say no. They also knew that she couldn't say yes, but that she would.
"Teresa, you mustn't go with him. You can't. You don't know what will happen if you do."
"I don't have a choice Harry. I won't let my niece be defiled or killed. I couldn't live with myself with that knowledge."
Ron lightly grasped her arm. It was killing him to see her, the woman he loved, in pain and about to be taken captive by the vilest wizard.
"Teresa, please, don't go."
Teresa pulled Ron into a hug. "I have to."
She smiled weakly and hugged Harry. With a brave look on her face, she walked to Voldemort. He smirked evilly at her and she glared defiantly at him. Then, they all apparated.
Ron and Harry mounted the horses and Harry grabbed Braveheart's reigns. He and Ron apparated to the Burrow. Meanwhile, Voldemort and Teresa had apparated to a black and dismal building that sat upon a large field of lush, green grass.
Teresa was dragged inside the building and thrown into a prison-like room. It had a dirty cot and a bucket. Voldemort threw Jasmine onto the bed and Teresa was pushed violently to the ground. Voldemort glared evilly at her.
"I've cornered you, just like I cornered your mother. Now, you must join me or you will die. If you refuse, both you and the girl will die. If you accept, the girl will be set free."
"I will never join your evil cause."
"There is no good and evil, child. There is only power and those afraid to seize it. Don't be the same foolish mistake your mother did."
"The only foolish mistake my mother made was joining you."
Voldemort glared at Teresa. Waking Jasmine from her sleep, he pointed his wand at Teresa. He shouted Expelliarmus and disarmed her and then pointed the wand at Jasmine.
"Crucio!"
The little girl screamed and so did Teresa. It pained her to see her only niece tortured. Voldemort let up the spell, but Jasmine's tears and whimpers failed to cease.
"Join me or else. I will give you twenty-four hours and then your time is up."
With that, Voldemort and the Death Eaters left. Teresa rushed to Jasmine's side and held her niece. Jasmine let her tears fall freely and Teresa rocked the young girl back and forth.
"It'll be all right. Hush little one. You're safe now. Auntie T won't let them hurt you anymore. What happened Jazzy, how did they get you?"
The little girl sniffled and lifted her head off of Teresa's chest. Her eyes were red and puffy. Jasmine wiped her tears away and spoke quietly and nervously.
"Mommy and I were in Diagon Alley when a crowd separated us. I headed down another alley I saw, I think it was Knockturn Alley, when three men in black cloaks took me away and knocked me out. Auntie T, what is going to happen to us?"
"I don't know baby, but I promise, I'll do everything I can to protect you."
Jasmine nodded and yawned. Teresa sang her softly to sleep. Laying the girl on the cot, Teresa walked around the room. She felt as if she were in Azkaban. Ten hours later, a Death Eater entered the room, carrying a plate of food.
"Take it away. I don't want anything that you have to offer," Teresa spat. The Death Eater sniggered and put the food tray down.
In another part of England, the Burrow to be exact, everyone was in an uproar. Ginny and the others were recovering from the shock that Teresa wasn't dead. Ginny was ecstatic until she found out the Voldemort had captured her.
The Anastasios were pissed to say the least. Not only had Teresa lied to them, but also Voldemort had captured her along with Jasmine. Pia was in hysterics. Molly and Mariah were attempting to comfort the young woman, but to no avail.
Tyrone sat still and alone in a corner. The yelling going on around him didn't phase him. He could barely believe that his only daughter and favorite sister were gone. Charlie sat by him and gave him companionship in silence, fully understanding Tyrone's feelings.
Matt was enraged and running every which way trying to find answers. He kept on floo-calling Dumbledore, Fudge, and every person he could think of. Bill and the twins restrained him from lunging himself at Harry and Ron. He blamed them for not telling everyone where Teresa was.
Mariah was too busy comforting Pia to be concerned about herself. That's how the Anastasio women were raised, to be very calm and not let things upset them, though Mariah demonstrated this better than Teresa.
Mr. Weasley and Percy were on their way home from the Ministry of Magic. Draco held onto Ginny and put a silence charm around Ginny's room, where his twins were sleeping. Tears flooded down Ginny's face at the thought of what Voldemort might be doing to Teresa. Draco was frightened himself and he felt weird not knowing what to do or what he could do.
Hermoine sat silent and unmoving. Harry had his arms wrapped around her. She seemed to be in shock. Harry lightly kissed her and pulled her back into his embrace. Hermoine seemed to relax a little. She knew that as an Auror, Harry would be the first to fight should there be a war.
Finally, Percy and Arthur arrived home, accompanied by Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Everyone quieted down as the four men sat at the table. Everyone gathered around and listened to what they had to say.
"Well, Voldemort has finally declared war. He hasn't stated when or where he will strike, but we know it will be soon."
Percy glanced wearily at his father. Arthur nodded for his son to continue for him. "Cornelius Fudge has announced that Aurors will be recruited and anyone that is 17 maybe be enlisted. I've already signed up, as has father. I suggest you all do so too, for those of you who can."
Percy glanced understandingly at his sister. He knew that she wanted to help, but she had just recently given birth and it wouldn't be such a good idea. Dumbledore continued where Percy left off.
"The Ministry as estimated that Voldemort has more followers than we predicted, otherwise, he wouldn't dare attack with a full on war. Hogwarts, despite the war, will continue. We still believe it to be the safest place. However, now that Rita Skeeter knows, I do believe that the population at Hogwarts will steadily decline. I do hope that most of the students will return and the first years will come."
Suddenly, the door to the Weasley home burst open. Blaise Zabini stood looking extremely pissed off and a bit frightened. Harry jumped up at the cold glare that was being shot his way.
"Potter, this is your fault."
Blaise lunged at Harry, who was within striking distance. Tackling Harry to the floor, Blaise raised his fist in the air and prepared to punch him, but was quickly pulled off by the only person who hadn't been too surprised to move, Tyrone.
Ever since he found out the fate of his only younger sister, Tyrone had not spoken a word to anyone and had sat silently in the corner. He knew how Blaise felt. In a way, Tyrone blamed Harry as well. Harry should have told them Teresa's decision, but Tyrone restrained himself. When Tyrone saw the look in Blaise's eyes, he knew what was about to happen.
When Blaise lunged for Harry, Tyrone jumped out of his seat. He quickly grabbed Blaise and pulled him off stunned Harry. It took all of his strength for Blaise was strong and stubborn. Blaise glared ferociously at Tyrone, but Tyrone had soft eyes that were weary.
"I know exactly how you feel Blaise, but save your energy. Now is not the time to turn against our allies. Unite with Harry to defeat Voldemort instead of trying to kill him. If Harry kept Teresa's whereabouts from us, it must have been at her request. Now, calm down and listen to what you've missed."
Reluctantly, Blaise did so. For hours, the group talked. Tyrone moved to Pia's side and held his wife. Blaise nearly smiled when he thought how alike Tyrone and Teresa were. His heart ached at the thought of Teresa.
Finally, at nearly nine, everyone but Pia and Ginny left for the Ministry of Magic. Ginny stayed behind at everyone's insistence that she, as a young mother, needn't offer her services to fight. There were plenty of jobs that she could do outside of the battlefield. Pia stayed behind at everyone's insistence because no one thought her emotionally stable enough to be able to use clear judgement on the battlefield.
Everyone else, including Molly Weasley headed to the Ministry of Magic to sign up to fight in the war. Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, as did Severus. Tyrone stayed a few steps behind the group. He was worried.
Hs fear was not for his daughter, he knew she was safe as long as Teresa was there. That was the reason he was scared. He knew that Teresa would do anything to ensure Jasmine's safety and, no matter how much he loved his precious daughter, Tyrone knew that Teresa played a major role in this war.
Harry and Ron had explained how she was the leader of the Veela and Tyrone knew that she would be the deciding factor in whether or not the Veela fought in the war and whom they fought with. Veela were dangerous in a battle and Voldemort knew this.
The night passed by slowly. Soon morning came and then afternoon. For Teresa, the time passed by too fast. Jasmine was sleeping again, lulled to sleep by Teresa's song. Finally, it came time for Voldemort to return.
The door to the prison opened and Voldemort, followed by four Death Eaters, marched in. Voldemort stared evilly at Teresa. She glared back at him.
"Have you decided?"
"I will never join you."
Voldemort nodded, knowing that this was truly her decision and that not even the Imperius could force her out of it. He smiled evilly. He had an evil planned devised especially for her.
"Let us go Voldemort."
"Never, I must have some consolation for my loss. You may go free, but the young one will stay with me."
"No!"
"Do not question me. Crucio."
Teresa's body fell to the floor in pain. She withered on the ground and could faintly hear Jasmine yelling in the background. The pain was unbelievable. It felt as if every torturous item ever created was being inflicted on her at one time. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was only seconds, Voldemort took the curse away.
"Escort Ms. Anastasio off the premises but take the girl to my torture chamber."
The Death Eaters nodded and three grabbed Teresa and one grabbed Jasmine. The young girl screamed but was gagged and tied up. Teresa tried to get to her, but was unable to. The Death Eaters attempted to drag Teresa out, but she resisted and screamed at Voldemort.
"NO! No! Leave her alone! Voldemort, take me instead! Take me instead!"
Voldemort smiled cruelly. The Death Eaters stopped moving. Teresa was let go and she was breathing hard from screaming and resisting. Voldemort had a twisted smile resting upon his thin lips.
"As you wish. Escort Teresa to her room and bring the girl along. Oh, and Teresa, any move at all to escape or to release your inner Veela as your mother once did and I will kill you and the girl."
Teresa and Jasmine walked for a while until they reached their destination. Finally, the Death Eaters pushed Teresa and Jasmine into the room. It was beautifully decorated, probably the only one in the building. It, in fact, looked like an almost exact replica of the one back at her home. The only difference was that in the very middle was a bed larger than any she had ever seen. It had four posters and was mahogany with silver sheets and a black comforter. Suddenly, Teresa knew why she had been brought here.
"No!"
She attempted to grab Jasmine and run, but it was no use. The Death Eater holding Jasmine held a knife to the young girl's throat. Jasmine whimpered and Teresa immediately stopped struggling. She watched her niece thrown against the wall and her arms brought above her head and attached to the wall in cuffs. The same was done to the girl's feet. Teresa was roughly thrown on the bed.
Voldemort walked in and immediately the air was colder, much colder. He no longer had on his cloak and the Death Eaters in the room had their hoods down. Three Death Eaters, whose hoods were also down, had joined Voldemort. The seven Death Eaters were Avery, Lestrange, Macnair, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and Nott. They all glared evilly at Teresa. Voldemort walked up to the bed and Teresa scooted back involuntarily.
"You will pay for your decision, Anastasio. Yes, you will pay. You know, I only kept your mother around because she was a Veela and one of the firsts to join me. A few followed, but all were eventually found out or killed. It is hard to hide the Dark Mark on a Veela for it glows on your skin. But no matter, like your mother paid for her treachery, you will pay for your decision. Oh, and Teresa, if you resist even once, Jasmine will be tortured and killed."
Voldemort sat lazily in one of the chairs. He glared at Teresa. She spoke only once. "Do not make her watch Voldemort, there is no need for her to see this."
"Oh but there is child. I want to scar her mentally, since I decided not to scar her physically. Lestrange, my most loyal Death Eater, you may go first."
"Thank you, my Master."
Lestrange glared evilly at Teresa and threw off his cloak. He was not physically repulsive, but that didn't matter to Teresa. He was going to rape her and that was all she could think about.
Lestrange ripped off her dress and threw it across the room. He fingered her body and grabbed her private areas. Teresa refused to let the tears fall down her cheeks. The Death Eaters were laughing at her and Jasmine was crying, shutting her eyes tightly.
"You know, you are quite ravishing. It's too bad you refused to join us."
With that, Lestrange ripped off her bra and her underwear. He quickly took off his pants and did the deed. He did it so roughly that Teresa winced in pain. Soon, after another fingering if her body, he was done.
Lestrange slapped her hard. He bent closely to her ear and yelled. "You are a whore and a terrible one at that. I can tell you however that your mother was good for a quick shag. Obviously, she didn't pass those traits on to this daughter."
They continued this for two more hours. Each man went and defiled her. They would beat her and yell insulting comments at her. Finally they all left. Voldemort was the last to leave. He smirked at her.
"The Ministry has found us, but no matter, we will still have fun with you tomorrow."
With that Voldemort left. Teresa quickly put her clothes back on and undid the chains that bound Jasmine to the wall. The young girl cried all night and finally fell asleep at midnight.
The next afternoon, the same people returned and Jasmine was tied up again. This time, Voldemort decided he would make things even worse.
"Today is your lucky day, its my turn to see how good of a shag you are. Oh, and if you don't put some effort into it, we will kill Jasmine."
Voldemort threw off her dress and took off his robes. He climbed on top of her and kissed her. He was terrible at it and Teresa only lied there. He slapped her hard when she didn't react. Her cheek was red.
"Macnair, give Jasmine a small cut."
"No!"
But it was too late. Macnair took the knife and cut the top layer of skin up and down Jasmine's arms. The small girl cried and Voldemort looked expectantly at Teresa.
"Now, where were we?"
Voldemort leaned down to kiss her again. Teresa returned the kiss this time and when he deepened it, Voldemort bit her tongue and lips until they bled. He did the same thing to the rest of her body while she was forced to kiss his cold, pale, nasty flesh. He roughly forced himself upon her and she resisted the urge to cry out.
An hour later, Parkinson was on the same, but he didn't rest at one time, no, he continuously shagged her five times. Finally, a savior came to her rescue. The door opened and Lucius Malfoy stuck his head in. Narcissa, whose head was lowered in respect, accompanied him.
"My Lord, I'm sorry to disturb you but the Ministry seems to think that we have Teresa Anastasio here."
"You fool, look on the bed."
Lucius was used to girls being raped for it was a normal occurrence. But what he saw shocked and angered him. No one had told him that Teresa was next on the list. Narcissa looked up and lightly gasped. She saw the anger register on Lucius' face and it did the same on her's.
Teresa felt like crying tears of joy when she realized Narcissa and Lucius had nothing to do with this, for that had been the thing that had upset her the most. Before she could say anything, both Malfoys lunged for Parkinson. Lucius successfully knocked him off of Teresa and Narcissa had handed Teresa her clothes by the bed, kissing her head twice with tears forming in her eyes.
"CRUCIO!"
Lucius and Narcissa fell to the floor screaming. Teresa felt tears form in her eyes at seeing them in such pain, but the tears quickly disappeared and she became angry. Teresa quickly dressed. Voldemort finally let up the curse.
"You traitors! All four of you will die in the battle for your lack of loyalty to me. Avery, Macnair, Parkinson, Lestrange, show the Malfoys, Teresa, and Jasmine out of here. They will die with the Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers."
The four were quickly thrown out, wands and all. Teresa quickly hugged Jasmine and, deciding it would be best, put a sleeping charm on her. Narcissa held Teresa and let the tears fall from her eyes. She kissed Teresa's forehead numerous times.
"If we had known that you were there, we would have done something sooner. Oh Teresa, please, understand that we didn't know. We love you like the daughter we never had. We would die rather than see that happen to you."
"I know Narcissa, I know that you and Lucius were shocked and unaware. I understand."
Narcissa kissed and embraced Teresa once more and took the girl out of Teresa's arms, seeing that she was weak. Lucius picked Teresa up tenderly and carried her in his arms. She seemed to snuggle against his chest like a daughter to a father. She knew how much pain seeing her raped had caused him.
"I am so sorry Teresa. I love you, we love you. Please forgive me, forgive us."
"All is forgiven Lucius, just promise me something."
"Anything."
"Don't leave me, not yet. Don't leave me, your like parents to me."
Lucius and Narcissa shared a smile as they waked quickly over to the campsite the Ministry had prepared.
"I swear, I will never leave you, not if I can help it. We love you, Jahzara Zitomira Teresa."
"I know."
With that, Teresa passed out in Lucius' arms. Once he reached the Ministry's site, ten Aurors and the Anastasios, Weasleys, Draco, and Blaise greeted him. They all fired questions at him, but only Tyrone noticed how Teresa seemed to hold onto Lucius. It was like she used to hold onto their father and him, and occasionally Matt.
She had one arm around his neck and the other tightly grasping his chest. Her head was buried in his shoulder and she seemed peaceful. Everyone tried to pry Teresa out of Lucius' arms, but he wouldn't let go and the Aurors couldn't fire a curse at him. Finally, amongst all the screaming and wand pointing, Tyrone jumped in the middle. He took his daughter out of Narcissa's arms and, after kissing her many times, handed her to Mariah.
Then, he shot red sparks into the air using his wand to get everyone's attention. Tyrone studied Lucius carefully.
"Lucius, may I have my sister?"
"I swore I wouldn't leave her."
"And you don't have to, but she needs medical attention I'm assuming and I'd like to hold my baby sister. I promise that if anyone here lays a hand on you until my sister wakes that I will curse him into next century."
Cornelius Fudge opened his mouth in protest, but Tyrone silenced him. "Fudge, I believe him and I know my sister better than anyone here. If he made a vow to her and YOU cause him to break it, she'll hex YOU into next millenium. Believe me, she's the hot-tempered one in the family. Now, Lucius, may I have my sister?"
Lucius handed Teresa to Tyrone and the group headed to the infirmary.
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