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Yup, its one of those… AGAIN! I just love writing these. For one this will be quite short and from Draezyc's point of view, as I know some of you are intrigued as to why she's like this.
Ha… Okay so my little break was slightly too short, but I just had an irresistible urge to kill a character… if italics don't work in this then I'm going to freak, because it won't make any sense… there are italics all over the place in here…
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It takes a lot out of a person, to keep up appearances in such a way that I do. How many other people, bar Severus have to do this? How many other people can just sigh and ignore the problems that are caused daily by the rampage of Voldemort? What I would give to be one of those carefree people. They care not for the murders and the brutal torturings as long as they can distance it from themselves. I walk alone, down street after street. Does anybody really know who I am, what I am? Not likely. Those who do, are not here, those who really have any impact are too scared of what I might do in return to act against me. I have a reputation that precedes me. A very large and destructive reputation. A reputation for murder.
Do I feel sorry for what I have done? I don't think so… I feel no guilt for those I have taken lives from… Perhaps the only reason I stopped was because I cared too much for another. I am weak, I could not kill him. And it is a piece of knowledge that could be used against me. What I was doing became petty. I no longer got the thrill of it… It stopped being an intrigue and became a normal part of routine. And there's little I hate more than routine.
Who's side am I truly on? I don't know. I sway in neither direction, although I know the difference between the two. Loyalty is a fickle thing. By nature I should side with my husband, but he is no angel, he committed crimes just like myself, but unlike me he seeks redemption for them. I know I am going to hell, I have no problem with that. Why feel remorse when I'm going to end up in a bad way anyhow? Dumbledore likes to think he has saved me, to think that he has my trust and confidence in the Order. He does not know how truly wrong he is. I saved myself. I am nobody's project, and I search for no sympathy.
However, do not make the mistake of simply believing that because of what I said before I am set with the side of dark. Even I truly do not agree with His cause. It has many flaws and I have no misgivings in saying that I could no doubt do a better job than what he's doing right now. If you want the help of a Phaerren you don't kidnap the poor girl, you have to seduce her to the ways of the dark. Violence in such circumstances never achieved anything. To succeed you need to be subtle. The problem with Voldemort is, he has waited too long, his patience wears thin, he wants things done immediately, things which take time. That is no way to go about conquering society. Perhaps I should set up my own rival legion. Show him how it should be done. With Sumpservius out of the way, Malfoy won't take too much effort. And Wormtail… he's pathetic to say the least. It wouldn't take more than half a curse to finish him off, silver hand or no silver hand. Would have preferred titanium myself… Silver is so… common…
The dark figure swept across the dank hallways of a deserted castle. Pausing briefly at doors to listen intently for any living occupant. A small mouse scuttled past and Draezyc simply waited until it came closer, and them impaled it under the sharp heel of her dragonhide boots. Shaking her heel free of the bloodied mess, Draezyc silently carried on, pausing at each door as she passed.
There are very few who ever take time out to do this. They prefer to think of it as a sport. Torturing Muggles is all very well, but it leads to nothing. Why fight someone who is incapable of putting up a half decent resistance? No, this way is better. It gives a sense of satisfaction. Plus, since when has playing with Muggles ever helped his cause in any way? Especially when he has a wanted list… an extortionately long wanted list… but a wanted list all the same. Actually a few of those on his list just happen to be on mine as well… This person in particular. It's just a pity he'll be too drugged to realise what is going on… he thinks he's hidden himself... he thought wrong. On second thoughts I'm not sure if he's even capable of thought anyway… Well he definitely wont be after I'm through.
She came to a heavily bolted oak door and gave a brief sigh of exasperation. "Honestly…" She muttered, pushing the sleeves of her robes up her arms. Draezyc took a few steps back and gave the door a very hard kick. It shattered under contact. The splinters of wood cascaded into a small heap in the doorway, which Draezyc daintily stepped over.
"Now really, you forgot about the boots?" Draezyc announced, then turned to the large bed and whipped open the curtains. It was empty. "Playing hard to get, my friend… Rather cowardly if I may say so myself."
Draezyc sealed the door with a shimmering blue spell ward. Nothing would be getting out of that room until she took the ward down. She knelt down and grimaced at the dust under the bed. "I see your house elves have much to answer for. No matter, they will not be needed for much longer anyway." She stalked over to the wall of cupboards and opened each one methodically. Nothing, everything was empty. Draezyc frowned. This wasn't going to plan. She ran a finger across the stone walls looking for a secret door or some other compartment that could be hidden within the chamber. Scowling she picked up one of the glass ornaments from the beside table and hurled it at the wall. The shattering noise was somewhat soothing.
Then she heard it. A tiniest fragment of a noise… A suppressed whimper… No… not a whimper… a cry? Draezyc squinted, scanning the room one final time, there was nothing there. She raised an eyebrow. She had been sure that he had been in here… was in here at the moment, but remained hidden. There was no invisibility cloak. Voldemort's sensors would have picked those up from outside the derelict castle. She made her way to the door, and had only just taken the ward down when a chip of stone hit the wooden floor with a chink. Draezyc spun roun to look at the tiny piece of stone… And then her eyes travelled up the wall, almost to the incredibly tall vaulted ceiling.
She smiled evilly. "And I thought only gamebirds flew! Tell me… do you wish to be a pheasant?" She spun back to the door, hurling another ward up.
On top of the gargoyle in the corner of the vaulted ceiling, hanging on for his life was Igor Karkaroff.
"You ought to come down, it'd be a very long drop to fall down and unlike a gamebird you have no wings." Draezyc held up her wand, closing one eye to take aim… "Deleo!"
The gargoyle shattered in a small explosion, throwing Karkaroff to the floor. He landed with a thud, but pulled himself up to a crawling position and tried to scramble to where his wand lay.
Draezyc got there first. "No no, that isn't part of our little game." She trod on his hand, Karkaroff hissed in pain, regarding the spiked heel of her boot with worry. "I'm wondering… do I kill you now? Or just hang you up from the vaultings and let you starve? That would be fun!" She grinned. "Then again, I could always take you to Voldemort himself, but that would be denying myself the pleasure of killing you personally." She mused, boot still firmly on his hand. She was looking at the ceiling stroking her chin thoughtfully.
The next thing Draezyc knew was that she was being thrown backwards into the wall. Karkaroff had taken advantage of her lack of attention, grabbed her ankle and launched her. Karkaroof picked up his wand and with a shaking hand pointed it at Draezyc. "Avada Kedavra!"
Draezyc barely had time to roll left, throwing herself out of the way as the curse hit the wall, sending a cloud of stone dust into the air. Bloody hell… This is going wrong… she thought, her anger threatening to boil over. Crouching behind a chest of drawers, she pulled a silver dagger out of her boot and clutched it firmly in her left hand. In her right, she gripped her wand. Being left handed would not suit this kind of battle. But her wand aim was as precise as most Aurors, so she could only hope her skill had not waned since then. She jumped over the chest and landed firmly on the floor, hurling the most spectacular array of hexes that had ever graced the room. None of them actually hit their target, as Karkaroff had shielded himself suitably with a ward, and the hexes were bouncing off in all directions. However, wards were only magical, she could physically kill him with her hands, and would have no problem. Draezyc had to duck under a particularly vicious cruciatus curse that reflected back ant her and sizzled a chunk of the bedpost.
"I'm getting slight bored." Draezyc sighed and threw her wand over her shoulder.
Karkaroff raised an eyebrow. "You obviously think that vot I'm capable of iz below you."
"That's about right…" Draezyc nodded. "Score one for Igor."
"Vot are you trying to do?"
Draezyc rolled her eyes. "Are you incapable of speaking like a normal person?"
"You haff a problem vith the vay I speak?"
"Ves vi voo." Draezyc sneered. "Vot it?"
"You haff no vand, vat exactly do you think you can do to me?"
Draezyc advanced forward slowly, watching Karkaroff edge away, she came up close and ran a finger down his jawline. Karkaroff took in a shuddering breath, and abandoned his defence, grasping onto her arms and bringing her in for a fierce kiss.
He choked, pulling away and clutching his throat. "Vot haff you done to me?!" He was retching and trying to scrape his tongue with his fingernails.
"It's a slow death you know…" Draezyc wiped her lips with her sleeve. "Alas, I have no antidote. You obviously were never immunised against Fluxweed poison… I coated my face in it, because I figured your randy self would get the better of you… DuCruet taught me that actually…"
Karkaroff never heard what she had to say after that, he had blacked out upon the cold floor.
Draezyc smiled coldly. "A man of so few words." She picked up the silver dagger from the floor, and using it like a dart, threw it at his chest.
Well… that wasn't how I normally like to do things… But it worked… I'm trying to stop pulling them into little pieces… really I am… but I cant help it… perhaps if I just hack his head off and send it back to Voldemort… Or then again on second thoughts, perhaps not.
Draezyc neatly stepped over the body and out of the room, retracing her steps out of the castle and into the harsh moor landscape. The wind was blowing full force across the bracken and Draezy'c had a great deal of trouble controlling her robes to lie flat with magic, even in this weather…
Thirty first of October… Potter tragedy day… no doubt Remus and company are feeling sorry for themselves. Black is most likely to be in a right mood. Not even going to go down into the conversation about DuCruet… God I hate that woman… bloody fascist dictator lady… She's just lucky she hasn't met me in a dark alley yet… then I'd show her exactly what I think of her. They'll be finding her body for weeks… I'd gladly go to Azkaban to be able to have the privilege of killing her. I mean if Sirius Black can survive it… it can't be that difficult. Okay I'd be incredibly bitter and resentful when I got there, but hey that's all part of the self enlightenment journey right? Yeah…
Or maybe I'll just grievously harm her instead… Less of a prison sentence… And less of a pissed off Dumbledore… Hmmm decisions, decisions… or maybe just a nice hot chocolate would be nice, with a good dose of brandy… yeah… brandy.. or Ogden's fire whiskey… could really make myself breathe fire… Draco Malfoy eat your heart out… no seriously, that would be a great idea…
She apparated to a field just outside Hogsmeade and looked up at the cheerful lights shining out of the windows of Hogwarts Castle.
Ugh… makes me want to retch… Tacky and commercialised… Why can't we celebrate all the Old Order festivals instead… Yeah, I'd get a festival all to myself… Brilliant that would be. Anna'd get her own little festival week too, being a Phaerren… the fifth December is that day… my family used to celebrate them anyway… damn it was great, it was like having six Christmases in one year… Lets think… there was Phaerren Day, Tealamon Eve, Order holiday Monday, Civil War remembrance Tuesday… Supreme Ruler's Festival… that was in August… and the Birth of the Order Holiday… that went on for a week. Superb…
Draezyc pushed her way through the heavy oak doors of Hogwarts School to be met by Draco Malfoy and his father.
"Well… If it isn't the Tealamon temptress…"
"Uhm… whatever.." Draezyc raised an eyebrow. "What you doing here, thought you had better fish to fry than little ol' me."
"As a matter of fact I do, but I'm here to discuss the running of this school with the headmaster." Lucius fiddled with the cuffs of his immaculate robes. "I hear you've enlisted your son in amongst the Slytherins quite a few years early. He has been telling my son some fantastic tales of your lives. Pity you never got the chance to murder Black in that argument you had with him and his pathetic Auror ladyfriend."
"Tragic. I suppose you've not heard what I've just done then?" Draezyc smirked at him, "You might want to try out a locator spell on your dear friend Igor some time in the near future…"
right, turn and leave… walk away…. Don't be tempted to kill him just because he's there and in your line of fire… it wouldn't be fare on dear Lucius…. Like hell…. Argh… just walking away….Draezyc turned on her heel and slunk away, robes flowing out behind her, the only piece of evidence that gave away her past dealings that day was the smear of blood on her left sleeve.
It was a smear that had not gone unnoticed by a certain hidden figure.
TBC
Ok, now I'm leaving it for a while… you can guess who the person was… I mean who else has it in for Draezyc? Think female, think jealous, think slapper…. (In the literal sense) You might want to go back over exactly what the figure said about Draezyc both to other people and to her face, because poor Draezzy's in for a ride…
