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CHAPTER SIX: Letters and Deatheaters
Ginny, of all people, wasn't sleeping, she'd had a nightmare and woke up shivering, she hadn't woke anyone with her dreams yet, and she prefered to keep it that way. Quietly she made her way to her desk, and flipped open the Defense book that she'd gotten with the money that Fred and George had given her for helping out with the shop. She sighed and started to read again. It was all she really did anymore, she was almost as much of a bookworm as Hermoine was. She shook her red head. Why did she have to dream of that night, in such vivid detail. It never seemed to fail her, almost every night now was punctuated with nightmares. Her eyes, black circled, her body, exhausted. Her mind however, was alive and willing to be up. She sighed, resting her head against the book. Hermoine, of course, couldn't sleep either, she was laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. "I hope he's okay" she mumbled, and after hearing Harry return to his room, she settled down a great deal, and stared at the wall. "I well..I hope that I haven't bugged him.." she closed her eyes..remembering earlier in the day, remus had almost said she was part of his "pack".
After Harry left the room, Remus found himself doing something he'd noticed Harry doing, standing there, lost in thought. Or in his case at least, just standing there, taking nothing of his current surroundings in as he smiled in the direction of the door. The fact that Harry wanted to be his friend was great, but the fact that Harry wanted to be his friend for his own merits, not because he was a link to his parents or Sirius...it felt like his heart was going to burst, it had seemed to swell so much at this thought. Many of the lines that had etched themselves upon the werewolves face seemed to disappear as all sadness was pushed back for a few moments. Shaking his head, wondering at the upturn in his luck, Remus climbed back in bed, and pulled the covers up, snuggling down into the bed. He reviewed in his head, as he drifted off to sleep, the short letter he'd written to Ginny Weasley in response to her letter. It had become a regular thing between them, something that had surprised him much at first, but he didn't mind it in the slightest, nor did he think much about the girl's request to learn more about defense against the dark arts. With Voldemort freshly returned, it was common sense to learn to defend yourself as much as possible in his opinion, so aside from some advice on how to deal with an over amorous boyfriend, from the male perspective, after all, he'd seen plenty of girls, before Lily, and definitely including Lily dealing with James, and heard James complaining about it later, he had included a new type of shielding spell, and three other spells. One to blind the opponent, the bone-breaker curse, and finally a hair-growth charm. The last one was more included to make the younger girl smile. It was habit for Remus to include at least one slightly silly, though useful spell in the lot of them. And they were always well detailed, with descriptions of the wand movements and correct pronunciation, and then he'd ended the letter with a simple Rest Well, Ginger ---Moony. battle starts?)
She sighed,and forced herself to stand and head towards her bed. Sometimes she hated her bed. It was always so quiet there, almost like a torture place for her now. But she made herself lay down,and she buried her face in the pillow, and quietly, she started to cry, covering her head to muffle the sound. She needed the release, and so much was wrong now, nobody Noticed her. Not her parents, nor her siblings..no one..she felt her shoulders shake, and after a while, she drifted off into sleep.
Outside the burrow, leaning against a tree, suitably assured no one could see him because the invisibility cloak wrapped around him, Lucius Malfoy stood watching the ...well, he hesitated to even call it a house. It was more of a pig pen. /Really/ He mentally sneered. /Do thos idiots even realize what a disgrace they are to the pureblood wizarding name?!/ His pale blue eyes narrowed, and his fingers tightened around his wand. He could barely restrain himself from attacking and putting him out of his misery, by killing all of them. However, the fact that he knew the Dark lord would put him under the cruciatus and any other torture that happened to cross the...man's mind at the moment, managed to hold him back. He looked around, checking to make sure Nott and Goyle Snr.'s disillusionment charms had not faded, and then returned to his thoughts, though this time they were led in a different direction. The break from Azkaban that Voldemort had engineered not three weeks ago. With the Dementors on his side, Lucius supposed it wasn't that much of an effort, but never-the-less, it had just reinforced his loyalty. /Soon/ He thought to himself, /Draco will be old enough to join the honoured ranks, and do me proud. I've already told Voldemort much about the boy, I expect he'll do quite well./ While this was going on, three other death-eathers, low ranked ones that had just recently joined, continued to creep closer, trying to see past, and work past, some of the charms put on the burrow to deflect this sort of thing, or a possible attack.
George was up, playing with their new invention. It was a land-mirror, or so they'd taken to call it. It showed the area around the house, and George was watching the area near Hermoine's house with interest. He frowned slightly, and wondered if he could see close range stuff. Fred glanced over at him, his brother was working on something else. George tapped his wand against the mirror, and looked into it. He saw the burrow..and with a frown saw something moving in the shadows. He stared, startled. His hand instinctively clenching his wand. He stared harder, his jaw clenching. Their was someone out there, no, several someone's..he soon saw. Through anger filled clenched teeth. "Fred..we got company.." not even turning his gaze away from the mirror..his words loud enough for only his twin.
Goyle sighed sitting down with a bump and picking up a stick, breaking it into smaller pieces, only to stop when Lucius turned towards him and hissed "Stop that, you idiot!" It took a moment for the insult to make its way through, but when it did, Goyle Snr. lumbered to his feet and flicked off Lucius, forgetting, as per usual, that Lucius was unable to see his actions since he was disillusioned. Pretty soon though, the incident was forgotten, but other smaller incidents of the same nature were happening around the perimeter of the house. Pure-blood wizards just werent trained in being stealthy, and doing jobs like surveying. Why do it yourself when you could just simply hire a nobody to do it for you? It was demeaning. Yet when the Dark lord told you to do something, you did it, or you died. It was all very simple, even Goyle and Crabbe Snr's could understand it. All of the Death-Eaters though, were blithely unaware that those inside the burrow were aware of their presence firestorm_of_atlantica: They both stared into the Land-Mirror for a moment, then nodded their heads. "Alright..this is what we'll do.." Fred spoke. "You go wake mum and dad, and the others, I'll start mixing some of those..highly explosive potions we had problems with. I'll head downstairs as soon as I' have them ready..you keep everyone quiet, no lights, don't let them be near the doors...or windows.." He whispered to his twin. His twin, knowing better than to object, hurried out of the room, crouching low so that the noise wouldn't travel. He walked stealthy to his parents room.
Ginny, of all people, wasn't sleeping, she'd had a nightmare and woke up shivering, she hadn't woke anyone with her dreams yet, and she prefered to keep it that way. Quietly she made her way to her desk, and flipped open the Defense book that she'd gotten with the money that Fred and George had given her for helping out with the shop. She sighed and started to read again. It was all she really did anymore, she was almost as much of a bookworm as Hermoine was. She shook her red head. Why did she have to dream of that night, in such vivid detail. It never seemed to fail her, almost every night now was punctuated with nightmares. Her eyes, black circled, her body, exhausted. Her mind however, was alive and willing to be up. She sighed, resting her head against the book. Hermoine, of course, couldn't sleep either, she was laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. "I hope he's okay" she mumbled, and after hearing Harry return to his room, she settled down a great deal, and stared at the wall. "I well..I hope that I haven't bugged him.." she closed her eyes..remembering earlier in the day, remus had almost said she was part of his "pack".
After Harry left the room, Remus found himself doing something he'd noticed Harry doing, standing there, lost in thought. Or in his case at least, just standing there, taking nothing of his current surroundings in as he smiled in the direction of the door. The fact that Harry wanted to be his friend was great, but the fact that Harry wanted to be his friend for his own merits, not because he was a link to his parents or Sirius...it felt like his heart was going to burst, it had seemed to swell so much at this thought. Many of the lines that had etched themselves upon the werewolves face seemed to disappear as all sadness was pushed back for a few moments. Shaking his head, wondering at the upturn in his luck, Remus climbed back in bed, and pulled the covers up, snuggling down into the bed. He reviewed in his head, as he drifted off to sleep, the short letter he'd written to Ginny Weasley in response to her letter. It had become a regular thing between them, something that had surprised him much at first, but he didn't mind it in the slightest, nor did he think much about the girl's request to learn more about defense against the dark arts. With Voldemort freshly returned, it was common sense to learn to defend yourself as much as possible in his opinion, so aside from some advice on how to deal with an over amorous boyfriend, from the male perspective, after all, he'd seen plenty of girls, before Lily, and definitely including Lily dealing with James, and heard James complaining about it later, he had included a new type of shielding spell, and three other spells. One to blind the opponent, the bone-breaker curse, and finally a hair-growth charm. The last one was more included to make the younger girl smile. It was habit for Remus to include at least one slightly silly, though useful spell in the lot of them. And they were always well detailed, with descriptions of the wand movements and correct pronunciation, and then he'd ended the letter with a simple Rest Well, Ginger ---Moony. battle starts?)
She sighed,and forced herself to stand and head towards her bed. Sometimes she hated her bed. It was always so quiet there, almost like a torture place for her now. But she made herself lay down,and she buried her face in the pillow, and quietly, she started to cry, covering her head to muffle the sound. She needed the release, and so much was wrong now, nobody Noticed her. Not her parents, nor her siblings..no one..she felt her shoulders shake, and after a while, she drifted off into sleep.
Outside the burrow, leaning against a tree, suitably assured no one could see him because the invisibility cloak wrapped around him, Lucius Malfoy stood watching the ...well, he hesitated to even call it a house. It was more of a pig pen. /Really/ He mentally sneered. /Do thos idiots even realize what a disgrace they are to the pureblood wizarding name?!/ His pale blue eyes narrowed, and his fingers tightened around his wand. He could barely restrain himself from attacking and putting him out of his misery, by killing all of them. However, the fact that he knew the Dark lord would put him under the cruciatus and any other torture that happened to cross the...man's mind at the moment, managed to hold him back. He looked around, checking to make sure Nott and Goyle Snr.'s disillusionment charms had not faded, and then returned to his thoughts, though this time they were led in a different direction. The break from Azkaban that Voldemort had engineered not three weeks ago. With the Dementors on his side, Lucius supposed it wasn't that much of an effort, but never-the-less, it had just reinforced his loyalty. /Soon/ He thought to himself, /Draco will be old enough to join the honoured ranks, and do me proud. I've already told Voldemort much about the boy, I expect he'll do quite well./ While this was going on, three other death-eathers, low ranked ones that had just recently joined, continued to creep closer, trying to see past, and work past, some of the charms put on the burrow to deflect this sort of thing, or a possible attack.
George was up, playing with their new invention. It was a land-mirror, or so they'd taken to call it. It showed the area around the house, and George was watching the area near Hermoine's house with interest. He frowned slightly, and wondered if he could see close range stuff. Fred glanced over at him, his brother was working on something else. George tapped his wand against the mirror, and looked into it. He saw the burrow..and with a frown saw something moving in the shadows. He stared, startled. His hand instinctively clenching his wand. He stared harder, his jaw clenching. Their was someone out there, no, several someone's..he soon saw. Through anger filled clenched teeth. "Fred..we got company.." not even turning his gaze away from the mirror..his words loud enough for only his twin.
Goyle sighed sitting down with a bump and picking up a stick, breaking it into smaller pieces, only to stop when Lucius turned towards him and hissed "Stop that, you idiot!" It took a moment for the insult to make its way through, but when it did, Goyle Snr. lumbered to his feet and flicked off Lucius, forgetting, as per usual, that Lucius was unable to see his actions since he was disillusioned. Pretty soon though, the incident was forgotten, but other smaller incidents of the same nature were happening around the perimeter of the house. Pure-blood wizards just werent trained in being stealthy, and doing jobs like surveying. Why do it yourself when you could just simply hire a nobody to do it for you? It was demeaning. Yet when the Dark lord told you to do something, you did it, or you died. It was all very simple, even Goyle and Crabbe Snr's could understand it. All of the Death-Eaters though, were blithely unaware that those inside the burrow were aware of their presence firestorm_of_atlantica: They both stared into the Land-Mirror for a moment, then nodded their heads. "Alright..this is what we'll do.." Fred spoke. "You go wake mum and dad, and the others, I'll start mixing some of those..highly explosive potions we had problems with. I'll head downstairs as soon as I' have them ready..you keep everyone quiet, no lights, don't let them be near the doors...or windows.." He whispered to his twin. His twin, knowing better than to object, hurried out of the room, crouching low so that the noise wouldn't travel. He walked stealthy to his parents room.