Relinquished, Chapter Seventeen
By ArrA
Rough hands pulled Marcus to his feet, jolting him out of a light sleep. Opening his eyes he glared at his father, who just laughed before tossing him across the room with bitterness reflecting in his eyes.
"I had such plans for you, Marcus," he told his son in a cold voice, filled with remorse. "But you had to go and fuck it up now, didn't you?"
Marcus glared. "I remember when I was a child and you used to beat me. You think that hitting me repeatedly with an oak stick is going to improve my loyalty? You lost me long ago Father. You've always been to blind to that though."
Arcus glared and rubbed his fingers together, a cruel expression on his face. "Well then, son, it's time that you learn what a real deatheater is made of," he hissed, pulling out a wicked looking knife. "I'm going to cut you into hundreds of pieces and skin you alive unless you tell me where that girl is," Arcus growled, pulling towards Marcus and whispering the last bit in his ear.
Quickly, Marcus attempted to struggle to his feet but Arcus' heavy, booted foot forced him back to the ground. "Nothing to say, son?" Arcus snarled, laughing. "Where is she?"
"I'll never tell you," Marcus hissed but Arcus just smiled.
"I was hoping you would say that," he hissed, signaling two deatheaters to hold Marcus from behind. "I'm going to show you what muggles are capable until you tell me where your precious mudblood is."
Marcus struggled unsuccessfully to get out of the men's grasp while his father approached and stripped him of his shirt. His eyes gleaming with satisfaction, the knife in his hand slide down Marcus' chest, an angry red line trailing behind the knife where Marcus had been cut. Quickly Marcus clenched his teeth so not to gasp in pain. Arcus laughed, reading his son's expression. "I was being gentle, Marcus. Tell me where she is or this will hurt you a hundred times worse."
"I won't tell you," Marcus hissed as the knife flew down again, applying more pressure to the cuts he had already sustained.
"You'll break in the end, son," Arcus laughed.
Marcus just turned his head away at this and looked up at the ceiling with its dark clouds signaling an incoming storm. Arcus growled and applied more pressure to the knife, running it down Marcus' chest. Taking a quick breath, he waited for Arcus to remove the knife and then he struck, moving his knee upwards and crushing it into his father's ribs. The air deflated from Arcus' ribs and Marcus quickly reached into his robes and grabbed his wand before the other deatheaters had the time to react. Pulling Arcus to his feet, Marcus trained his wand at the man's head, using him for a shield before stooping to pick up the knife that had lay on the ground.
The deatheaters had now become aware of the situation and had dropped what they were doing, leaving the other captives in the Great Hall to come after Marcus. Arcus was a senior deatheater, the most important man here except for Lucius Malfoy, who had left quickly after the attack was successful.
Wands trailed on Marcus but he gave them no heed. They would not kill the commanding officer to get to Marcus, not to mention that Arcus had made it very clear, he would be the one to kill his son.
Suddenly there was an explosion and the roof at which Marcus had been watching so carefully before crashed in, followed by Ministry Aurors, lowering themselves down on ropes. Marcus, quickly realizing he was no longer the prime target, pushed his father away from him and lifted his wand.
"Your ambition means the death of you, father," Marcus said. "You always cared more about them, than me," he said, motioning to the deatheaters. "It was never what I wanted, just about you rising in your little cult."
Arcus laughed and suddenly pulled another knife from his robes. "You're a fool, Marcus. You gave up everything for the mudblood and now you'll pay the price." Then Arcus was running at him, the knife raised to attack but before his father reached him, Marcus uttered the words that would end his life,
"Avada Kedavra." A flash of green light emerged from Marcus' wand and collided into Arcus' body, knocking him to floor, his eyes dead before his body thumped to the ground.
Many deatheaters, noticing their leader getting struck down, by his own son no less, turned to flee only to be caught by aurors and Ministry wizards.
Quickly turning, Marcus joined the fray of fighting wizards, striking down Adrian Pucey with no thought at all before turning to one of his father's colleagues and stopping the breath from his body.
The fight ended fifteen minutes later when the deatheaters suddenly fell to the ground, crying in pain. Immediately, Marcus felt it as well; a burning in his arm where the dark mark was situated. He fell to his knees as the aurors went the crowd of deatheaters, using spells to bond them as they cried in pain.
Suddenly there were hands pulling Marcus to his feet but he was in too much pain to notice. He was pushed out of the Great Hall like a baby and up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower. Through his pain he heard screaming and became aware of Katie running towards him. Through his pain, Marcus opened up his arms and grabbed Katie, pulling her against his chest, ignoring the cuts on his chest and even his burning arm. They said nothing for a while until Pomfrey suddenly appeared next to Marcus and calmly lead him into Gryffindor Tower, ignoring the Fat Lady's protests about him being a Slytherin, where a make-shift infirmary had been set up.
Marcus was ushered onto a bed and Pomfrey started giving orders to Katie, who quickly pushed him into a lying position before returning a few minutes later with a nasty smelling ointment which she smeared onto his arm, which relieved the pain a bit.
Soon after, he drifted into an exhausted sleep as the pain from his arm started to fade away.
* * *
"Will he be alright?" Katie asked Pomfrey after she had put more heal-all ointment on Marcus' arm.
Pomfrey looked up from another bed where she was tending to an injured Auror. "Check if he has anymore injuries," she told Katie who nodded and approached Marcus. Carefully she ran her hands over his body, stopping over his chest when he took a deep intake of breathe. She pulled of his shirt, hoping not to wake him, and was disgusted to see the condition of he was in.
"Madam Pomfrey! Come quick, look what someone has done to Marcus!"
Pomfrey quickly removed herself from the Auror to come and look at Marcus. She looked sadly at the condition he was in before handing Katie more heal- all ointment. "Just put some more of that on him and he'll be fine." Katie nodded, taking the ointment and started to work.
Fifteen minutes later, Katie was done and sitting on the side of the bed when Angelina approached her quietly.
"Kate, are you alright?" Angelina asked softly.
Katie looked up at her and shrugged. "Do you know what happened?" she asked, wondering why all the deatheaters had dropped so suddenly in pain.
"Apparently Voldemort is dead, Harry got him," Angelina replied and Katie understood. Marcus had been attached to Voldemort through the dark mark; she could only pray that eventually Marcus would no longer be in pain.
"How many do you think are dead?"
Angelina shrugged, "It wasn't as bad as they originally thought it would be, but we lost a few aurors and of course the students who never made it out of the Great Hall."
Katie nodded and then asked, "Do you know if Osbourne Avery and Jaymes Lestrange survived?"
Angie nodded. "Ya, they were with the Aurors who attacked today. I was downstairs earlier, helping with the injured and I saw them. They were both in pain from the mark but that's it I believe."
"Good," Katie replied, stroking Marcus' cheek.
"Listen, Katie, I know I've said this before, but I really am sorry about before."
Katie nodded. "I know."
Angelina sighed and walked away; sitting next to Fred and George and both boys put their arms around her comforting. It had been a hard day and now all the survivors were filtering into the different common rooms. There were missing faces and desperate voices, looking for their loved ones. Not everyone had made it but the Wizarding World would make it all in one piece.
* * *
Four Months Later
Katie smiled as she stood up and received her diploma. Although she should have received it months ago, she was happy none the less.
After Marcus had woken up that day, the pain in his arm had gradually faded, along with the dark mark, signaling that Voldemort was indeed gone for good. A month later, after Katie had finished all her school work, she had returned home to her parents, taking Marcus with him. The graduation ceremony had been postponed since Hogwarts was in no shape to celebrate but the faithful had finally come when Katie could walk out the great doors as a student for the very last time.
Looking from her vantage point, next to Dumbledore as he handed her diploma, she smiled, seeing Marcus standing calmly next to her parents.
Her parents hadn't liked Marcus at first, but of course that was understandable. But soon they warmed up to him, seeing how well he treated her and the love in both their eyes when they looked at each. They had given the two permission to see each other and of course they would be seeing much of each other since they were both returning to Hogwarts as teachers.
Of course many teachers hadn't made it through the last battle and others wished to retire, so much of the staff was new, including Jaymes as the new Potions teacher and Severus Snape as the new headmaster, taking over for Dumbledore who deserved a long vacation.
Stepping down from the platform, Katie joined Angelina and Alicia, hugging them before disappearing into the crowd. Very soon both their names were called and Katie clapped furiously as she joined Marcus, her parents, Mierum Flint and Ed.
Her parents hugged her and Ed slapped her on the back like he would do with Marcus, grinning at the girl in front of him. Mierum offered a hand and Katie smiled and shook it as Marcus wrapped his arms around Katie's waist, smiling with approval at his mother and girlfriend.
Soon Jaymes and Osbourne made their way towards them and Katie noticed that they were hand in had. "We've decided to get married," Jaymes announced, smiling at Osbourne. She had really changed since the attack, growing a new personality and finally dismissing the fear that she had hide so well from everyone. the fear to love. Osbourne in turn grinned, wrapping his arm around his fiancée and reached his hand across to Marcus which Marcus in turn shook.
"We're happy for you," Katie told the pair and Marcus nodded. "So, you are going to stay at Hogwarts, right?" Katie asked, confirming what she had heard.
Jaymes nodded and Osbourne replied that they would indeed stay.
Any further questions were cut off by a masculine voice calling Katie's name. Turning around to look she saw Oliver Wood striding towards her and Katie quickly detached herself from Marcus' arms.
Oliver glared at Marcus and then turned to her, "Congratulations, Katie." Katie nodded, wondering why Oliver was suddenly paying attention to her. "I wanted to talk to you about something in private," he said, emphasizing the last word.
"Sure," Katie said, glancing hesitantly at Marcus before disappearing with Oliver. When they were out of hearing distance he turned to her and stated,
"Kate, you can do so much better than Flint. You might not want me, but please, don't throw your life away to such an insufferable git!"
Katie shook her head. "You don't know him at all Oliver," Katie told him. "I love him so much; I'd never be willing to give him up."
Oliver shook his head and angrily replied, "Well if you're going to be like that, I guess I have to realize that you're not the girl I've known all these years."
Katie nodded, "You're right, you've never known me," and with that she walked back to Marcus.
"What did he want, love?" Marcus asked.
Katie laughed. "What do you think he wanted? To split us up, of course!" Marcus growled at this but Katie put a calm hand on his arm. "But don't worry, he would never succeed."
"Good," Marcus murmured and slowly lowered his mouth tenderly to Katie's before pulling away after a few minutes of desperate kissing. "Now," he stated in a husky voice, "why don't we go and find our chambers? We'll be using them a lot, so we might as well find them now," he told her suggestively and Katie just laughed, agreeing with him and off they went, happily with their arms linked together.
Authors' Notes
I AM DONE!! Woohoo! You have no idea how happy I am that I finished this thing! Anyways, I hope you all really like the ending and don't forget to review! I think I may go back through this story at a later date and edit it because there is a lot of stuff that doesn't correspond (like earlier chapters with later chapters). Also, Nev and myself are planning another M/K fic together that will be up very soon. The first two chapters are done and I'll put a link in my profile very soon!
Thanks to my reviewers.
Queen of the Night and Nev! You rock!
Now, please make me a very happy little girl and REVIEW!!!
By ArrA
Rough hands pulled Marcus to his feet, jolting him out of a light sleep. Opening his eyes he glared at his father, who just laughed before tossing him across the room with bitterness reflecting in his eyes.
"I had such plans for you, Marcus," he told his son in a cold voice, filled with remorse. "But you had to go and fuck it up now, didn't you?"
Marcus glared. "I remember when I was a child and you used to beat me. You think that hitting me repeatedly with an oak stick is going to improve my loyalty? You lost me long ago Father. You've always been to blind to that though."
Arcus glared and rubbed his fingers together, a cruel expression on his face. "Well then, son, it's time that you learn what a real deatheater is made of," he hissed, pulling out a wicked looking knife. "I'm going to cut you into hundreds of pieces and skin you alive unless you tell me where that girl is," Arcus growled, pulling towards Marcus and whispering the last bit in his ear.
Quickly, Marcus attempted to struggle to his feet but Arcus' heavy, booted foot forced him back to the ground. "Nothing to say, son?" Arcus snarled, laughing. "Where is she?"
"I'll never tell you," Marcus hissed but Arcus just smiled.
"I was hoping you would say that," he hissed, signaling two deatheaters to hold Marcus from behind. "I'm going to show you what muggles are capable until you tell me where your precious mudblood is."
Marcus struggled unsuccessfully to get out of the men's grasp while his father approached and stripped him of his shirt. His eyes gleaming with satisfaction, the knife in his hand slide down Marcus' chest, an angry red line trailing behind the knife where Marcus had been cut. Quickly Marcus clenched his teeth so not to gasp in pain. Arcus laughed, reading his son's expression. "I was being gentle, Marcus. Tell me where she is or this will hurt you a hundred times worse."
"I won't tell you," Marcus hissed as the knife flew down again, applying more pressure to the cuts he had already sustained.
"You'll break in the end, son," Arcus laughed.
Marcus just turned his head away at this and looked up at the ceiling with its dark clouds signaling an incoming storm. Arcus growled and applied more pressure to the knife, running it down Marcus' chest. Taking a quick breath, he waited for Arcus to remove the knife and then he struck, moving his knee upwards and crushing it into his father's ribs. The air deflated from Arcus' ribs and Marcus quickly reached into his robes and grabbed his wand before the other deatheaters had the time to react. Pulling Arcus to his feet, Marcus trained his wand at the man's head, using him for a shield before stooping to pick up the knife that had lay on the ground.
The deatheaters had now become aware of the situation and had dropped what they were doing, leaving the other captives in the Great Hall to come after Marcus. Arcus was a senior deatheater, the most important man here except for Lucius Malfoy, who had left quickly after the attack was successful.
Wands trailed on Marcus but he gave them no heed. They would not kill the commanding officer to get to Marcus, not to mention that Arcus had made it very clear, he would be the one to kill his son.
Suddenly there was an explosion and the roof at which Marcus had been watching so carefully before crashed in, followed by Ministry Aurors, lowering themselves down on ropes. Marcus, quickly realizing he was no longer the prime target, pushed his father away from him and lifted his wand.
"Your ambition means the death of you, father," Marcus said. "You always cared more about them, than me," he said, motioning to the deatheaters. "It was never what I wanted, just about you rising in your little cult."
Arcus laughed and suddenly pulled another knife from his robes. "You're a fool, Marcus. You gave up everything for the mudblood and now you'll pay the price." Then Arcus was running at him, the knife raised to attack but before his father reached him, Marcus uttered the words that would end his life,
"Avada Kedavra." A flash of green light emerged from Marcus' wand and collided into Arcus' body, knocking him to floor, his eyes dead before his body thumped to the ground.
Many deatheaters, noticing their leader getting struck down, by his own son no less, turned to flee only to be caught by aurors and Ministry wizards.
Quickly turning, Marcus joined the fray of fighting wizards, striking down Adrian Pucey with no thought at all before turning to one of his father's colleagues and stopping the breath from his body.
The fight ended fifteen minutes later when the deatheaters suddenly fell to the ground, crying in pain. Immediately, Marcus felt it as well; a burning in his arm where the dark mark was situated. He fell to his knees as the aurors went the crowd of deatheaters, using spells to bond them as they cried in pain.
Suddenly there were hands pulling Marcus to his feet but he was in too much pain to notice. He was pushed out of the Great Hall like a baby and up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower. Through his pain he heard screaming and became aware of Katie running towards him. Through his pain, Marcus opened up his arms and grabbed Katie, pulling her against his chest, ignoring the cuts on his chest and even his burning arm. They said nothing for a while until Pomfrey suddenly appeared next to Marcus and calmly lead him into Gryffindor Tower, ignoring the Fat Lady's protests about him being a Slytherin, where a make-shift infirmary had been set up.
Marcus was ushered onto a bed and Pomfrey started giving orders to Katie, who quickly pushed him into a lying position before returning a few minutes later with a nasty smelling ointment which she smeared onto his arm, which relieved the pain a bit.
Soon after, he drifted into an exhausted sleep as the pain from his arm started to fade away.
* * *
"Will he be alright?" Katie asked Pomfrey after she had put more heal-all ointment on Marcus' arm.
Pomfrey looked up from another bed where she was tending to an injured Auror. "Check if he has anymore injuries," she told Katie who nodded and approached Marcus. Carefully she ran her hands over his body, stopping over his chest when he took a deep intake of breathe. She pulled of his shirt, hoping not to wake him, and was disgusted to see the condition of he was in.
"Madam Pomfrey! Come quick, look what someone has done to Marcus!"
Pomfrey quickly removed herself from the Auror to come and look at Marcus. She looked sadly at the condition he was in before handing Katie more heal- all ointment. "Just put some more of that on him and he'll be fine." Katie nodded, taking the ointment and started to work.
Fifteen minutes later, Katie was done and sitting on the side of the bed when Angelina approached her quietly.
"Kate, are you alright?" Angelina asked softly.
Katie looked up at her and shrugged. "Do you know what happened?" she asked, wondering why all the deatheaters had dropped so suddenly in pain.
"Apparently Voldemort is dead, Harry got him," Angelina replied and Katie understood. Marcus had been attached to Voldemort through the dark mark; she could only pray that eventually Marcus would no longer be in pain.
"How many do you think are dead?"
Angelina shrugged, "It wasn't as bad as they originally thought it would be, but we lost a few aurors and of course the students who never made it out of the Great Hall."
Katie nodded and then asked, "Do you know if Osbourne Avery and Jaymes Lestrange survived?"
Angie nodded. "Ya, they were with the Aurors who attacked today. I was downstairs earlier, helping with the injured and I saw them. They were both in pain from the mark but that's it I believe."
"Good," Katie replied, stroking Marcus' cheek.
"Listen, Katie, I know I've said this before, but I really am sorry about before."
Katie nodded. "I know."
Angelina sighed and walked away; sitting next to Fred and George and both boys put their arms around her comforting. It had been a hard day and now all the survivors were filtering into the different common rooms. There were missing faces and desperate voices, looking for their loved ones. Not everyone had made it but the Wizarding World would make it all in one piece.
* * *
Four Months Later
Katie smiled as she stood up and received her diploma. Although she should have received it months ago, she was happy none the less.
After Marcus had woken up that day, the pain in his arm had gradually faded, along with the dark mark, signaling that Voldemort was indeed gone for good. A month later, after Katie had finished all her school work, she had returned home to her parents, taking Marcus with him. The graduation ceremony had been postponed since Hogwarts was in no shape to celebrate but the faithful had finally come when Katie could walk out the great doors as a student for the very last time.
Looking from her vantage point, next to Dumbledore as he handed her diploma, she smiled, seeing Marcus standing calmly next to her parents.
Her parents hadn't liked Marcus at first, but of course that was understandable. But soon they warmed up to him, seeing how well he treated her and the love in both their eyes when they looked at each. They had given the two permission to see each other and of course they would be seeing much of each other since they were both returning to Hogwarts as teachers.
Of course many teachers hadn't made it through the last battle and others wished to retire, so much of the staff was new, including Jaymes as the new Potions teacher and Severus Snape as the new headmaster, taking over for Dumbledore who deserved a long vacation.
Stepping down from the platform, Katie joined Angelina and Alicia, hugging them before disappearing into the crowd. Very soon both their names were called and Katie clapped furiously as she joined Marcus, her parents, Mierum Flint and Ed.
Her parents hugged her and Ed slapped her on the back like he would do with Marcus, grinning at the girl in front of him. Mierum offered a hand and Katie smiled and shook it as Marcus wrapped his arms around Katie's waist, smiling with approval at his mother and girlfriend.
Soon Jaymes and Osbourne made their way towards them and Katie noticed that they were hand in had. "We've decided to get married," Jaymes announced, smiling at Osbourne. She had really changed since the attack, growing a new personality and finally dismissing the fear that she had hide so well from everyone. the fear to love. Osbourne in turn grinned, wrapping his arm around his fiancée and reached his hand across to Marcus which Marcus in turn shook.
"We're happy for you," Katie told the pair and Marcus nodded. "So, you are going to stay at Hogwarts, right?" Katie asked, confirming what she had heard.
Jaymes nodded and Osbourne replied that they would indeed stay.
Any further questions were cut off by a masculine voice calling Katie's name. Turning around to look she saw Oliver Wood striding towards her and Katie quickly detached herself from Marcus' arms.
Oliver glared at Marcus and then turned to her, "Congratulations, Katie." Katie nodded, wondering why Oliver was suddenly paying attention to her. "I wanted to talk to you about something in private," he said, emphasizing the last word.
"Sure," Katie said, glancing hesitantly at Marcus before disappearing with Oliver. When they were out of hearing distance he turned to her and stated,
"Kate, you can do so much better than Flint. You might not want me, but please, don't throw your life away to such an insufferable git!"
Katie shook her head. "You don't know him at all Oliver," Katie told him. "I love him so much; I'd never be willing to give him up."
Oliver shook his head and angrily replied, "Well if you're going to be like that, I guess I have to realize that you're not the girl I've known all these years."
Katie nodded, "You're right, you've never known me," and with that she walked back to Marcus.
"What did he want, love?" Marcus asked.
Katie laughed. "What do you think he wanted? To split us up, of course!" Marcus growled at this but Katie put a calm hand on his arm. "But don't worry, he would never succeed."
"Good," Marcus murmured and slowly lowered his mouth tenderly to Katie's before pulling away after a few minutes of desperate kissing. "Now," he stated in a husky voice, "why don't we go and find our chambers? We'll be using them a lot, so we might as well find them now," he told her suggestively and Katie just laughed, agreeing with him and off they went, happily with their arms linked together.
Authors' Notes
I AM DONE!! Woohoo! You have no idea how happy I am that I finished this thing! Anyways, I hope you all really like the ending and don't forget to review! I think I may go back through this story at a later date and edit it because there is a lot of stuff that doesn't correspond (like earlier chapters with later chapters). Also, Nev and myself are planning another M/K fic together that will be up very soon. The first two chapters are done and I'll put a link in my profile very soon!
Thanks to my reviewers.
Queen of the Night and Nev! You rock!
Now, please make me a very happy little girl and REVIEW!!!