The Truth Comes Out
With his last words, Draco pushed Jessica against the wall and looked into her eyes. His voice strained, he demanded once more, "Tell me now!"
Jessica looked down at her feet. The pattern of the delicate design that had been imprinted in the floor so long ago seemed to blur in her eyesight. She knew she wasn't supposed to tell him, but she had to.
Still looking at her feet she said weakly, "The ministry's right. They do have two of the inner circle. One is your dad."
She closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip, fearing that Draco may do something to her. But instead, she felt his strong grip upon her arms loosen. She opened her eyes and saw the shocked look on Draco's face as he stepped backwards to the other side of the hallway, and leaned upon the cold, stonewall.
"Bu.but how?"
"They," she breathed out and stared directly into his eyes, "They found a way to track the people who had the dark mark, but it only worked some of the time if the people were within a certain area when they tried it. They figured out that for the people in the inner circle, the signal was lesser. When they found that out, they could only tell if a person was in a general area, not a specific point.
So they went to work, they figured out that the spell cast waves, and there were different wavelengths of them. They now know that the Inner Circle receives different waves, and the made a small almost undetectable instrument. This instrument captures the waves, decides which type they are for, then tracks them as they go to the certain people. If the person is within a certain area that it can reach, then it is able to receive the waves that are sent back from the person's body.
From the waves being sent back to the box, they were able to figure out where the person was. When they found that out, they could figure out who was in that place at a certain time. When they were testing the device, they were in the forest. Two were in the hideout there at the time, and they followed the waves. They got your father and Hephaestus Smith.
Right now, we are trying to figure out where they are being kept. If we can get to them, before much is said, our plan may still work. They have not publicly disclosed the location of the new prison, after we got Azkaban back."
She was speaking in nearly a whisper. When she finished she dropped her head and stared at the floor, losing contact with Draco's eyes.
Draco just looked at her, no expression upon his face. "Do you know what will happen to my father if we don't find them in time?"
"Most likely," she said blankly, "they will first torture, then question using a truth potion. Once the soul and body are weakened, it is more likely to be unable to overpower the potion without an external force. Names will probably be asked for, and then" she paused, "then they'll kill them..or worse.."
Draco just looked down. How could this happen to my father . . . he's always gotten out of things like this before, without even if the circumstances were different. But, will it even be considered now? Money might not work for once, when that's the only thing that he's got to offer, besides the knowledge that will lead to the death of many.
Without saying a word more, Draco walked off towards class, leaving Jessica all alone in the corridor. She followed, and caught up with him, placing a gentle hand upon his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.
"Its not the end of the world," she tried to convince him, "things may get better. We don't even know that much about what's going to happen yet. And, if your father dies it's all for a good cause!"
"But.what is a good cause? Is there really any such thing as a good cause? Full of serpents is my mind.when I cannot think to even a logical reason as to why we must go through this. Yes, he may be doing this for the cause, but if his life is for the cause, and he knows it. Isn't the cause screwed now? Because if he knows all there is about it, won't all be told? It may not be him that suffers most, but the rest of us. When I was younger, he always used to tell me that the cause would not fail. It could not fail. Now, in a time when failure seems inevitable, is the time when I have to believe it, and yet I cannot."
"This isn't about success or failure. It won't matter whether one of the many tells something. Nobody knows everything, so not all will be lost. We've gone through worse, and survived as a whole. You should join, if for nothing else then for revenge. If you join, then that's one more person fighting for the cause I know you believe in, and that your father believed in. You can't let what has happened to your father make you loose what you believe in."
There was silence for a few seconds when Draco interrupted it with a quiet voice, "Not too long ago.I decided I would become a death eater sooner then I had earlier planned. Now, I know I need too. With my father out of my life, it's more important then ever. I must accept that he is actually gone, and not allow myself to feel anything. For apathy creates the least suspicions, and I doubt that the ministry will tell whom they have captured to everyone. So if I don't know, then nobody else knows. Its as simple as that, and yet it is so hard to follow by."
With his last words, Draco pushed Jessica against the wall and looked into her eyes. His voice strained, he demanded once more, "Tell me now!"
Jessica looked down at her feet. The pattern of the delicate design that had been imprinted in the floor so long ago seemed to blur in her eyesight. She knew she wasn't supposed to tell him, but she had to.
Still looking at her feet she said weakly, "The ministry's right. They do have two of the inner circle. One is your dad."
She closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip, fearing that Draco may do something to her. But instead, she felt his strong grip upon her arms loosen. She opened her eyes and saw the shocked look on Draco's face as he stepped backwards to the other side of the hallway, and leaned upon the cold, stonewall.
"Bu.but how?"
"They," she breathed out and stared directly into his eyes, "They found a way to track the people who had the dark mark, but it only worked some of the time if the people were within a certain area when they tried it. They figured out that for the people in the inner circle, the signal was lesser. When they found that out, they could only tell if a person was in a general area, not a specific point.
So they went to work, they figured out that the spell cast waves, and there were different wavelengths of them. They now know that the Inner Circle receives different waves, and the made a small almost undetectable instrument. This instrument captures the waves, decides which type they are for, then tracks them as they go to the certain people. If the person is within a certain area that it can reach, then it is able to receive the waves that are sent back from the person's body.
From the waves being sent back to the box, they were able to figure out where the person was. When they found that out, they could figure out who was in that place at a certain time. When they were testing the device, they were in the forest. Two were in the hideout there at the time, and they followed the waves. They got your father and Hephaestus Smith.
Right now, we are trying to figure out where they are being kept. If we can get to them, before much is said, our plan may still work. They have not publicly disclosed the location of the new prison, after we got Azkaban back."
She was speaking in nearly a whisper. When she finished she dropped her head and stared at the floor, losing contact with Draco's eyes.
Draco just looked at her, no expression upon his face. "Do you know what will happen to my father if we don't find them in time?"
"Most likely," she said blankly, "they will first torture, then question using a truth potion. Once the soul and body are weakened, it is more likely to be unable to overpower the potion without an external force. Names will probably be asked for, and then" she paused, "then they'll kill them..or worse.."
Draco just looked down. How could this happen to my father . . . he's always gotten out of things like this before, without even if the circumstances were different. But, will it even be considered now? Money might not work for once, when that's the only thing that he's got to offer, besides the knowledge that will lead to the death of many.
Without saying a word more, Draco walked off towards class, leaving Jessica all alone in the corridor. She followed, and caught up with him, placing a gentle hand upon his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.
"Its not the end of the world," she tried to convince him, "things may get better. We don't even know that much about what's going to happen yet. And, if your father dies it's all for a good cause!"
"But.what is a good cause? Is there really any such thing as a good cause? Full of serpents is my mind.when I cannot think to even a logical reason as to why we must go through this. Yes, he may be doing this for the cause, but if his life is for the cause, and he knows it. Isn't the cause screwed now? Because if he knows all there is about it, won't all be told? It may not be him that suffers most, but the rest of us. When I was younger, he always used to tell me that the cause would not fail. It could not fail. Now, in a time when failure seems inevitable, is the time when I have to believe it, and yet I cannot."
"This isn't about success or failure. It won't matter whether one of the many tells something. Nobody knows everything, so not all will be lost. We've gone through worse, and survived as a whole. You should join, if for nothing else then for revenge. If you join, then that's one more person fighting for the cause I know you believe in, and that your father believed in. You can't let what has happened to your father make you loose what you believe in."
There was silence for a few seconds when Draco interrupted it with a quiet voice, "Not too long ago.I decided I would become a death eater sooner then I had earlier planned. Now, I know I need too. With my father out of my life, it's more important then ever. I must accept that he is actually gone, and not allow myself to feel anything. For apathy creates the least suspicions, and I doubt that the ministry will tell whom they have captured to everyone. So if I don't know, then nobody else knows. Its as simple as that, and yet it is so hard to follow by."