Volta sat in the weathered red armchair. She brushed her pale hair out of
her face only to have it fall back into place. Her eyes darted to the chair
in front of her every few seconds, as if expecting someone to be sitting
there. There was no sound except the ticking of the grandfather clock in
the corner. She glanced at the picture on the wall to check that it was
sleeping, though if it wasn't sleeping it would be screaming at her to get
out. Good old Mrs. Black had been a wonderful feature to the house, waking
you up in the middle of the night and whatnot. The moving portrait had once
resided in 12 Grimmauld Place, and it had taken a few years to get it down
and into the house of the Malfoys. Narcissa had desired it for many years,
more so to spy on her kin for blood traitors than to have as a family
heirloom. In fact she had secretly despised the woman in life; though in
death she found her quite useful. Volta had never liked her uncle's house,
though her uncle had never been pleasant to be around in person either. The
door creaked open and footsteps could be heard crossing the room. An indent
appeared in the chair as though someone was sitting in it.
"Draco, I thought you'd never come, and if Mrs. Black woke up..."
As his invisibility cloak fell to the floor a blond haired boy appeared in the armchair across from her."I'm here now. Besides, I put a sleeping hex on her, surprisingly the same spell applies to people and portraits." His icy gaze pierced her thoughts. "Volta, they are planning to massacre the children at Beauxbatons."
"The Guild will have to notify the Order of their plans. Dumbledore will have to be brought in."
Draco hissed at her so as not to wake up the portrait, "Not Dumbledore! Its what he wants. If you do that he'll go to Hogwarts instead!"
Volta bit her lip. "Harry will still come with the Order and the Guild," Draco flinched at the name, "He fights alongside the Order and wouldn't let them die while he stands by. He is the best Auror in training at the Ministry."
"The Dark Lord won't be there anyways, he will be sitting and waiting for Dumbledore to come out and take the bait, though he doesn't really expect him to really fall for it. He really just wants to kill off more of us. Since he was exposed and that fool Fudge finally admitted his mistake the Death Eaters were seriously short of members. Our numbers were cut nearly in half. Once that happened, he recruited most of the 6th and 7th year Slytherins. Stupid children, although it isn't such a loss that I'm a Death Eater now. Occlumency from Snape has proven effective against the Dark Lord so far."
Volta nodded gravely then added a personal thought. "I've always been curious, is Snape a Death Eater spy for the Order?"
Draco just smiled.
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Harry woke up in a cold sweat. His nightmares were becoming frighteningly more real. Of course, sometimes they were real. One night he had watched six children lined up as one by one they had there life sucked out of them by dementors. One of those children had been Dennis Creevey, a boy who had admired Harry almost as much as his older brother had. Colin Creevey was now in the Order of the Phoenix to avenge his brother's death. Dennis's loyalty to Harry had stood strong to the last, his defiance to spit in the face of the Death Eater who had last laid hands on him as he was dragged away to his fate. Though he practised occlumency on a regular basis, as Lord Voldemort grew stronger, he couldn't block out his thoughts. Voldemort could see his own sometimes too, and alter the thoughts. But nothing like the power of the truth could hurt him. He couldn't take much seriously and when it was reality it was like a slap in the face.
He got up and went to the bathroom.
Ron was tied to a chair.
He turned on the cold water.
"Crucio!"
He splashed it on his face.
"Never!"
He opened the medicine cabinet.
"I said tell me!"
He grabbed the vial that was given to him.
"No!"
He opened it.
"You don't want to tell me? Then you will never speak again!"
He downed the potion, as bitter as it was.
The blinding flash of green light as it ended.
An old dream. A recurring dream. A dream, nothing more.
"Draco, I thought you'd never come, and if Mrs. Black woke up..."
As his invisibility cloak fell to the floor a blond haired boy appeared in the armchair across from her."I'm here now. Besides, I put a sleeping hex on her, surprisingly the same spell applies to people and portraits." His icy gaze pierced her thoughts. "Volta, they are planning to massacre the children at Beauxbatons."
"The Guild will have to notify the Order of their plans. Dumbledore will have to be brought in."
Draco hissed at her so as not to wake up the portrait, "Not Dumbledore! Its what he wants. If you do that he'll go to Hogwarts instead!"
Volta bit her lip. "Harry will still come with the Order and the Guild," Draco flinched at the name, "He fights alongside the Order and wouldn't let them die while he stands by. He is the best Auror in training at the Ministry."
"The Dark Lord won't be there anyways, he will be sitting and waiting for Dumbledore to come out and take the bait, though he doesn't really expect him to really fall for it. He really just wants to kill off more of us. Since he was exposed and that fool Fudge finally admitted his mistake the Death Eaters were seriously short of members. Our numbers were cut nearly in half. Once that happened, he recruited most of the 6th and 7th year Slytherins. Stupid children, although it isn't such a loss that I'm a Death Eater now. Occlumency from Snape has proven effective against the Dark Lord so far."
Volta nodded gravely then added a personal thought. "I've always been curious, is Snape a Death Eater spy for the Order?"
Draco just smiled.
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Harry woke up in a cold sweat. His nightmares were becoming frighteningly more real. Of course, sometimes they were real. One night he had watched six children lined up as one by one they had there life sucked out of them by dementors. One of those children had been Dennis Creevey, a boy who had admired Harry almost as much as his older brother had. Colin Creevey was now in the Order of the Phoenix to avenge his brother's death. Dennis's loyalty to Harry had stood strong to the last, his defiance to spit in the face of the Death Eater who had last laid hands on him as he was dragged away to his fate. Though he practised occlumency on a regular basis, as Lord Voldemort grew stronger, he couldn't block out his thoughts. Voldemort could see his own sometimes too, and alter the thoughts. But nothing like the power of the truth could hurt him. He couldn't take much seriously and when it was reality it was like a slap in the face.
He got up and went to the bathroom.
Ron was tied to a chair.
He turned on the cold water.
"Crucio!"
He splashed it on his face.
"Never!"
He opened the medicine cabinet.
"I said tell me!"
He grabbed the vial that was given to him.
"No!"
He opened it.
"You don't want to tell me? Then you will never speak again!"
He downed the potion, as bitter as it was.
The blinding flash of green light as it ended.
An old dream. A recurring dream. A dream, nothing more.