Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own Harry Potter.
(J.K Rowling owns them, lucky woman.) I only own my original characters and
my own original plot.
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Chapter 30: Il Sillaba di Distruzione
"You're still bitter." Narcissa said, withdrawing a little and sitting next to Jesabelle, leaning on the wall.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jesabelle asked.
Narcissa remained silent.
"I mean," Jesabelle sarcastically continued, "My mum was murdered, my father kidnapped me, I plotted against my cousin, I'm a Death Eater, my cousin despises me, and I lost the one man I have ever loved to one of the most notorious sluts in Hogwarts."
She paused. "Tell me, Narcissa," Jesabelle asked, still keeping the sarcastic tone, "have I missed anything? Because I think that pretty much covers all of it."
"It pains me to see that your anger for the bad things in your life has not left you in the time that I have not seen you." Narcissa said, sadly.
Jesabelle softened a little. "I tried Narcissa, I swear, I tried to move on, but the anger will not leave me."
"I know, Jesabelle, I know." Narcissa said. "And I don't blame you. If I were you, I'd feel the same way too."
Jesabelle sighed, fighting back the tears that were threatening to choke her again. Seeing this, Narcissa removed rolled up parchment, a quill, and ink, from her robes, placing it next to Jesabelle.
"What's this for?" Jesabelle asked, eyeing the parchment.
"Writing always made you feel better." Narcissa said. "I thought that maybe, it could help you now as well."
"Thank you." Jesabelle whispered.
Narcissa smiled despite the mood and got up, dusting her robes and straightening out the wrinkles. She walked to the door, but not before turning around, facing Jesabelle.
"Never give up hope, Jesabelle." Narcissa said, offering a comforting smile.
Jesabelle, try as she might, could not return it. Narcissa nodded slightly and left the cell, closing the door behind her. Jesabelle sighed again, looking at the parchment, thinking about Narcissa's words.
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"I hate this." Hermione said.
They were all sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, gazing at the fire. Night had fallen hours ago. It was already two in the morning. Neither of them could not sleep.
"It's not like we can just leave." Harry said. "We don't even know where Azkaban is."
"Don't worry Hermione." Luna said. "The Minister will rescue her. If not, then the order will rescue her."
"Let's hope so Luna." Harry said. "Let's hope so."
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The days went slowly for all of them. The Prophet never posted any new developments, and the Order was pretty much at a loss as to what to do.
All ideas had been turned down; all because no one was exactly sure about how many Death Eaters were in the facility in the first place. They couldn't risk it. But the stakes were high, and no one knew how long Voldemort was going to occupy Azkaban, or what he might be doing while there.
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June 15, 2003 Tuesday
And so goes the day of my supposed hearing. To think, I actually thought they might give me a fighting chance. What am I thinking? Of course not. I'm a bloody Death Eater, something lower that dirt itself. The scum of the earth. Not to mention that I am the Dark Lord's daughter.
The hours creep by so slowly, I swear I am beginning to lose my mind. Narcissa has not come by to visit me since the first time she came by, I guess it's since there are more Death Eater guarding my cell, especially at night. I'm just glad that they aren't sending the Dementors in, although I would much rather have the Dementor's Kiss than to stay here, reliving the worst moments of my life over and over again.
I am so alone. I miss Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, and Neville. I miss Hogwarts. By God, I even miss Snape and his grueling Potions test. I would rather be testing vampire repellants than rotting away here.
I guess that's how most people would feel in my situation. Thankfully, Voldemort has not come by either since the night he took over, probably off plotting new plans for world domination.
I hear someone approaching, I'd better hide this.
Jesabelle
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Later...........
June 15, 2003 Tuesday
False alarm. It was just someone coming over to give me my food. I'm surprised they're still feeding me.
I had another nightmare last night. I think my father is trying to poison my mind again. I shiver. To think he could be watching me right now, reading over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. That bastard.
I miss Draco. I still love him, no matter how hard I try to fight the feeling. In my waking hours, I always picture him. His blond hair, piercing silvery eyes. I can't even remember the way he laughs, or the way he smiles. It seems as if I had forgotten about his personality completely.
But, I can still see the night he was with Pansy. My heart is still broken, and sadly, I cannot pick up the pieces and glue them back together. It hurts too much to pick up the pieces. And to do so would only result in the cutting of my hands.
God damn my father. God damn him. Slowly, every so slowly, he's taking everything away from me.
It's getting harder and harder to fight him. Just the thought of him makes me cringe with fear. I hate the fact that I am afraid of him, it makes me weak. I can still remember the nights I was tortured as part of my training as a Death Eater. I tried not to cry, but cry I did.
My father never lifted a finger to help me. He only criticized me, saying that I was as weak as my mother, which was why he manipulated her so easily. And here I am suffering the consequences of their actions.
Why do I keep calling Voldemort my father? I don't have a father. I never did. And never will.
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Jesabelle set the pieces of parchment, quill, and ink bottle underneath the pillow of the cot.
She lay there, staring up at the stone ceiling. She could hear shuffling outside. She looked out of the small window on her cell door. Strange, no one was out there.
Darkness slowly crept back into the cell again. Jesabelle sat up suddenly. No, damn it, no.
Yes, the dementor was here again. The cell grew cold and darkness had completely consumed the room.
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The whip flew through the air and cut through the blouse she was wearing. She was chained up, the chains coming from the ceiling, her arms above her, at her side. Her toes only brushed the ground.
She was in a dungeon. The moonlight shone through the window as the man hit her again.
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Jesabelle saw her fifteen year old self.
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She grit her teeth as she was whipped again. The whip was tearing up her shirt. She could already feel the sting of the cuts as he whipped her again. She jerked forward, willing herself not to cry out.
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In the present, Jesabelle jerked as well, feeling the whip at her back. She cried out softly, tears stinging her eyes. She was reliving one of the many nights of training she was put through, by order of her father. She was literally reliving it. She could feel every cut, every sting that the whip brought, and she felt the blood sliding down her back.
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The man whipped her again, showing no mercy.
"Will you not cry out?" The Death Eater said, smirking at her obvious pain.
"I would rather not give you the pleasure, Lucius." Jesabelle said. Lucius whipped her again. She jerked forward, gritting her teeth.
"Cry out Jesabelle!" Lucius said, whipping her again. "Beg for mercy!" he yelled, whipping her again.
She grunted. I will not cry out, she thought, I will not cry out.
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Jesabelle jerked forward again, her hand forming into a fist and hitting the stone wall next to her cot. She cried out, louder this time. It was becoming unbearable.
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Lucius enjoyed himself even more, whipping her again, with so much force, she swung slightly.
Jesabelle was biting her lip, still willing herself not to cry out. She could taste the blood from her lip. She hadn't realized she was biting so hard.
He whipped her again, the cuts becoming even deeper. She couldn't hold on any longer.
Oh father, she thought, why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong to disappoint you? What was it this time?
She whimpered softly as Lucius hit a particularly weak spot in her back. He had already it that spot four times, the cut already dangerously deep. Hearing the sound, Lucius hit her even harder.
Her vision was beginning to grow hazy now, as she swung again slightly at the force of the whip. Lucius finally got angry and hit again, the whip cutting her even more openly. She could already feel the blood staining the skirt she was wearing.
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Jesabelle's white, button-up shirt was already wet with blood. She jerked forward again.
"Stop! Please!' she screamed.
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"Beg for mercy!" Lucius said, whipping her the hardest he could.
That was the point where she snapped. She jerked forward violently, screaming out her pain.
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Jesabelle's seventeen year old self cried out as well, rolling off the cot and onto the stone floor.
"Expecto Patronum!" a voice yelled.
The Dementor retreated as a Patronus the shape of a dragon flew towards him.
The darkness and coldness of the room slowly began to disappear, leaving a cold, whimpering Jesabelle, shivering in the middle of the cell.
The young Death Eater immediately opened the cell and closed the door behind him quickly, just in case. He raced toward Jesabelle, sitting on the stone floor and placing Jesabelle's head in his lap.
She groaned in pain. The Death Eater carried her over to the cot and laid her in the middle, her back facing upward. The Death Eater flinched as he saw the blood.
Narcissa raced into the cell, closing the door, panting hard.
"I heard her screams." Narcissa said. Seeing Jesabelle's state, she raced over, her face clouding with concern.
"What happened?" she asked, looking at the Death Eater.
"A dementor." The Death Eater replied, removing a dagger and cutting her blouse open.
Narcissa and the Death Eater flinched, looking away at the wounds. For there upon Jesabelle's back lay cars over scars, dangerously deep, and bleeding like a small river. The Death Eater removed a small bag from his robes and opened them, pulling out white cloths, various healing potions, and bandages.
"I'll try and stop the bleeding." The Death Eater said. He removed his wand, pointing it at the middle of Jesabelle's back.
"Ferulas Spineas." He said, and Jesabelle's torso was wrapped around the middle, and the blood was stopped.
The Death Eater immediately set to work, pouring a vial of red liquid onto a cloth.
"Anything I can do?" Narcissa asked, looking around.
"You can get some hot water." The Death Eater said.
Jesabelle was floating in and out of consciousness as she heard the voices of those around her. She tried getting up, but felt the sharp pain of the cuts. Groaning, she flopped back down on the cot.
"This might hurt a bit." The Death Eater said, touching the cuts with the potion socked cloth.
"Ah." Jesabelle said, arching up slightly, gritting her teeth.
"It's all right Jesabelle." Narcissa said, holding her hand.
Once the Death Eater was finished, he placed bandages soaked with a little purplish potion on each of the cuts. He already used ten bandages by the time he was finished.
"Just wet one of the cloths with hot water and soothe the gashes from the vampire repellant." The Death Eater said, removing a vial with orange liquid inside. They slowly flipped Jesabelle over so she could lie on her back.
"Here." He said, lifting Jesabelle's head up and feeding her the orange liquid. Jesabelle immediately closed her eyes and fell into slumber.
"What did you give her?" Narcissa asked, worried.
"Sleeping drought, nothing major." The Death Eater said, gathering his things.
"Thank you." Narcissa said.
"No problem. I thought she needed the drought, she looks exhausted." The Death Eater said, adjusting his mask and looking at Jesabelle. She looked deathly pale. "The color will return to her face as time progresses. You should probably stay with her, so that she won't panic when she comes to."
"Of course. Thank you again." Narcissa said.
The Death Eater nodded, putting his materials back into the pouch and rising, adjusting his robes and wiping his bloody hands on a cloth.
Narcissa nodded, looking at Jesabelle. "She'd be proud of you." She said.
"Excuse me?" the Death Eater asked.
"Jesabelle would be proud of you, Draco." Narcissa said.
Draco looked away, sighing heavily.
"So you still love her then?" Narcissa asked.
Draco turned to her and removed his mask, revealing his face, dark shadows underneath his tired eyes that were slightly pink.
"You know the answer to that question, Mother." Draco said sadly, his eyes communicating to her the answer to her question. Yes, he still loved her.
"Don't give up on her, Draco." Narcissa said. "She still loves you."
Draco was already walking out of the cell. "You keep telling yourself that Mother." He said. "And maybe then I'll believe you."
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"Ginny, wake up." Hermione said, nudging Ginny slightly. It was three o'clock in the morning, Wednesday. Ginny and Ron had fallen asleep together on one of the couches in the Common Room, while Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Neville discussed ways to help Jesabelle in her hearing.
"What is it?" Ginny asked groggily as Ron stood up, stretching.
"Dumbledore's summoned us to his office." Luna said. "He said it was important."
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Harry and the others walked into Dumbledore's office to find, Tonks, Shacklebolt, Lupin, McGonagall, Snape, Arthur and Molly Weasley, and Dumbledore, all talking at the same time.
"It's an outrage!" Lupin said angrily. "Fudge can't do that!"
"Do what?" Neville asked.
The adults grew quiet, suddenly realizing that Harry and the others were in the room.
"Mum!" Ginny said, running up to her mother, who embraced her in a bear hug. Ron and Arthur shook hands.
"Dad." Ron said.
"Ron." Arthur said, grinning.
"Harry!" Molly said, bouncing slightly. "Luna! Neville! My, look at all of you!"
She ran up to each of them and gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, absolutely grinning.
"What is Fudge going to do?" Neville asked again, bringing everyone into seriousness again.
"Fudge and the board had finally decided on what action they're going to take." Arthur said.
"What are they going to do about the siege?" Hermione asked.
The adults looked at each other.
"Il Sillaba di Distruzione." Dumbledore said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Il Sillaba di Distruzione." Luna said. "The Spell of Destruction in Italian."
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"I read about it once. It was used in the olden times, in which a band of wizards, fifteen to thirty of them, would destroy a certain area with one single spell concentrated and powered by the magic they posses." Luna said.
Everyone was silent. She continued.
"According to the book I read, this spell was only used during wars between bloodlines and houses in the medieval times." Luna said. "Wizards would position themselves a safe distance around an area, say, a village for example, by chanting certain words, a bubble would be formed around that village. Nothing could go in, and nothing could get out."
She paused again.
"They stopped using it centuries ago, but after they formed the bubble, they would chant more words, and everything inside the bubble would slowly disintegrate, leaving nothing in its place but ash or dust."
"So you're telling us that Fudge plans to destroy Azkaban?" Ron asked. "They can destroy the building, but what about the people?"
Luna looked at Ron. "The people disintegrate along with the building." She said. "No one is left alive."
"Bloody hell." Ron said, sitting back in the chair, his head in his hands.
"They can't do that!" Harry said, standing up. "Fudge can't kill all the people in Azkaban. Jesabelle is still in there!"
"That's true Harry, but you have to remember, Jesabelle isn't considered as 'innocent' by the Ministry." Lupin said.
"But it's mad!" Ginny said. "It's massacre. We're talking about a hundred people, four hundred to five hundred tops!"
"That number consisting of the Dark Lord and his followers." Lupin said.
"Voldemort won't die, even if you did go on with the spell, we all know that." Hermione said.
"And Fudge knows that too, he just believes that this might kill him." Tonks said.
"Even if Fudge was actually going to do it, for sure," Harry said.
"He is." McGonagall said.
"That doesn't mean that Voldemort won't know about it. Give him time and when Fudge gets there, Voldemort might either be ready for him, or gone, let them take their pick." Harry said.
"What do you propose we do, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked, already knowing the answer.
"We have to go get Jesabelle back." Harry said.
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Jesabelle turned her head from side to side, regaining consciousness. She opened her eyes to find Narcissa hovering over her.
"Jesabelle?" Narcissa asked, her voice sounding muffled. "Are you all right?"
"I think so." Jesabelle said, her vision clearing. "What happened?" she asked.
"There was a dementor." Narcissa said.
"Who healed me?" Jesabelle asked.
"A Death Eater who chased the Dementor away." Narcissa said, feeling Jesabelle's forehead.
Jesabelle blinked a few times before it all came back. Of course, the dementor, the memory, the whip. Jesabelle jerked slightly as Narcissa applied a cold cloth to her forehead.
"You're not running a fever, but I'd rather be on the safe side." Narcissa said.
Jesabelle sighed, trying to get up. Pain shot down her spine and she plopped back down again, her head beginning to throb.
"You shouldn't get up." Narcissa said.
It's a bit late for that, Jesabelle thought as Narcissa removed the cloth from her forehead.
"You should be better by tomorrow." Narcissa said.
"What time is it?" Jesabelle asked.
"It is one o'clock in the afternoon, June 16, Wednesday." Narcissa said, emptying out the pan with water into the toilet and flushing it.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Narcissa.' Jesabelle said gratefully.
"You shouldn't be thanking me hon." Narcissa said. "You should be thanking the man who helped save and heal you."
Jesabelle leaned her head into the pillow. She was having dreams about Draco. For some reason, despite the dreary atmosphere of the prison, Jesabelle was able to see Draco in her dreams, laughing, smiling, and talking with her, being with her, the familiar protection she felt around him running through her body, making her blush slightly despite the cold weather outside.
"Well, then thank him for me." Jesabelle said, staring up at the ceiling. It's over, she thought, don't think about him.
"Will do." Narcissa said. "I'm sorry Jesabelle, but I have to go, they're expecting me soon for a meeting."
"Go ahead, I don't want them getting suspicious." Jesabelle said, still staring at the ceiling. Narcissa walked over, plumped up her pillows, and pulled the blanket over her, smiling at her.
Jesabelle smiled back, suddenly feeling lonely again as Narcissa left her alone in her cell again.
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"When is Fudge going to do this?" Harry asked.
"He's still trying to put a plan together, but I heard that it will be in five days, roughly." Shacklebolt said.
"That's gives us enough time to make up our own plan." Hermione said.
"Leave it to the Order." Dumbledore said.
"But," Harry began.
"No buts, Harry." Arthur said.
"For once, dears," Molly said, "can you just sit this one out?"
"No mum!" Ron said. "We want to help!"
"You'll get yourselves killed!" Molly said.
"We've survived ore than three times already, mum." Ron said. "I think we can damn well do it again!"
Molly and Arthur's mouths hung open slightly at Ron's use of words, but nonetheless sighed.
"They have a point here, Albus." Lupin said.
"But, still," Dumbledore said, "we do not want you in any danger."
"But," Luna started.
"You will sit this one out." Dumbledore said sternly. "We will inform you of our plans when the times comes, until then, rest."
Harry and the others nodded, walking out of Dumbledore's office, all thinking the same thing.
They weren't going to sit this one out, they were going to help, whether they liked it or not.
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There you go everyone! I know I was supposed to have Voldemort unleash the curse, but I go this great idea and decided to go with it. Hey, at least you've got more action and drama! I hope you all enjoyed it. Please read and review.
Coming Up.........Stay Tuned!
Chapter 31: More of Jesabelle's writings, more on Draco and Narcissa, and then Voldemort will unleash the curse. Plus! What are Harry and the others going to do about Azkaban?
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Chapter 30: Il Sillaba di Distruzione
"You're still bitter." Narcissa said, withdrawing a little and sitting next to Jesabelle, leaning on the wall.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jesabelle asked.
Narcissa remained silent.
"I mean," Jesabelle sarcastically continued, "My mum was murdered, my father kidnapped me, I plotted against my cousin, I'm a Death Eater, my cousin despises me, and I lost the one man I have ever loved to one of the most notorious sluts in Hogwarts."
She paused. "Tell me, Narcissa," Jesabelle asked, still keeping the sarcastic tone, "have I missed anything? Because I think that pretty much covers all of it."
"It pains me to see that your anger for the bad things in your life has not left you in the time that I have not seen you." Narcissa said, sadly.
Jesabelle softened a little. "I tried Narcissa, I swear, I tried to move on, but the anger will not leave me."
"I know, Jesabelle, I know." Narcissa said. "And I don't blame you. If I were you, I'd feel the same way too."
Jesabelle sighed, fighting back the tears that were threatening to choke her again. Seeing this, Narcissa removed rolled up parchment, a quill, and ink, from her robes, placing it next to Jesabelle.
"What's this for?" Jesabelle asked, eyeing the parchment.
"Writing always made you feel better." Narcissa said. "I thought that maybe, it could help you now as well."
"Thank you." Jesabelle whispered.
Narcissa smiled despite the mood and got up, dusting her robes and straightening out the wrinkles. She walked to the door, but not before turning around, facing Jesabelle.
"Never give up hope, Jesabelle." Narcissa said, offering a comforting smile.
Jesabelle, try as she might, could not return it. Narcissa nodded slightly and left the cell, closing the door behind her. Jesabelle sighed again, looking at the parchment, thinking about Narcissa's words.
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"I hate this." Hermione said.
They were all sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, gazing at the fire. Night had fallen hours ago. It was already two in the morning. Neither of them could not sleep.
"It's not like we can just leave." Harry said. "We don't even know where Azkaban is."
"Don't worry Hermione." Luna said. "The Minister will rescue her. If not, then the order will rescue her."
"Let's hope so Luna." Harry said. "Let's hope so."
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The days went slowly for all of them. The Prophet never posted any new developments, and the Order was pretty much at a loss as to what to do.
All ideas had been turned down; all because no one was exactly sure about how many Death Eaters were in the facility in the first place. They couldn't risk it. But the stakes were high, and no one knew how long Voldemort was going to occupy Azkaban, or what he might be doing while there.
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June 15, 2003 Tuesday
And so goes the day of my supposed hearing. To think, I actually thought they might give me a fighting chance. What am I thinking? Of course not. I'm a bloody Death Eater, something lower that dirt itself. The scum of the earth. Not to mention that I am the Dark Lord's daughter.
The hours creep by so slowly, I swear I am beginning to lose my mind. Narcissa has not come by to visit me since the first time she came by, I guess it's since there are more Death Eater guarding my cell, especially at night. I'm just glad that they aren't sending the Dementors in, although I would much rather have the Dementor's Kiss than to stay here, reliving the worst moments of my life over and over again.
I am so alone. I miss Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, and Neville. I miss Hogwarts. By God, I even miss Snape and his grueling Potions test. I would rather be testing vampire repellants than rotting away here.
I guess that's how most people would feel in my situation. Thankfully, Voldemort has not come by either since the night he took over, probably off plotting new plans for world domination.
I hear someone approaching, I'd better hide this.
Jesabelle
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Later...........
June 15, 2003 Tuesday
False alarm. It was just someone coming over to give me my food. I'm surprised they're still feeding me.
I had another nightmare last night. I think my father is trying to poison my mind again. I shiver. To think he could be watching me right now, reading over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. That bastard.
I miss Draco. I still love him, no matter how hard I try to fight the feeling. In my waking hours, I always picture him. His blond hair, piercing silvery eyes. I can't even remember the way he laughs, or the way he smiles. It seems as if I had forgotten about his personality completely.
But, I can still see the night he was with Pansy. My heart is still broken, and sadly, I cannot pick up the pieces and glue them back together. It hurts too much to pick up the pieces. And to do so would only result in the cutting of my hands.
God damn my father. God damn him. Slowly, every so slowly, he's taking everything away from me.
It's getting harder and harder to fight him. Just the thought of him makes me cringe with fear. I hate the fact that I am afraid of him, it makes me weak. I can still remember the nights I was tortured as part of my training as a Death Eater. I tried not to cry, but cry I did.
My father never lifted a finger to help me. He only criticized me, saying that I was as weak as my mother, which was why he manipulated her so easily. And here I am suffering the consequences of their actions.
Why do I keep calling Voldemort my father? I don't have a father. I never did. And never will.
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Jesabelle set the pieces of parchment, quill, and ink bottle underneath the pillow of the cot.
She lay there, staring up at the stone ceiling. She could hear shuffling outside. She looked out of the small window on her cell door. Strange, no one was out there.
Darkness slowly crept back into the cell again. Jesabelle sat up suddenly. No, damn it, no.
Yes, the dementor was here again. The cell grew cold and darkness had completely consumed the room.
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The whip flew through the air and cut through the blouse she was wearing. She was chained up, the chains coming from the ceiling, her arms above her, at her side. Her toes only brushed the ground.
She was in a dungeon. The moonlight shone through the window as the man hit her again.
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Jesabelle saw her fifteen year old self.
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She grit her teeth as she was whipped again. The whip was tearing up her shirt. She could already feel the sting of the cuts as he whipped her again. She jerked forward, willing herself not to cry out.
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In the present, Jesabelle jerked as well, feeling the whip at her back. She cried out softly, tears stinging her eyes. She was reliving one of the many nights of training she was put through, by order of her father. She was literally reliving it. She could feel every cut, every sting that the whip brought, and she felt the blood sliding down her back.
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The man whipped her again, showing no mercy.
"Will you not cry out?" The Death Eater said, smirking at her obvious pain.
"I would rather not give you the pleasure, Lucius." Jesabelle said. Lucius whipped her again. She jerked forward, gritting her teeth.
"Cry out Jesabelle!" Lucius said, whipping her again. "Beg for mercy!" he yelled, whipping her again.
She grunted. I will not cry out, she thought, I will not cry out.
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Jesabelle jerked forward again, her hand forming into a fist and hitting the stone wall next to her cot. She cried out, louder this time. It was becoming unbearable.
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Lucius enjoyed himself even more, whipping her again, with so much force, she swung slightly.
Jesabelle was biting her lip, still willing herself not to cry out. She could taste the blood from her lip. She hadn't realized she was biting so hard.
He whipped her again, the cuts becoming even deeper. She couldn't hold on any longer.
Oh father, she thought, why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong to disappoint you? What was it this time?
She whimpered softly as Lucius hit a particularly weak spot in her back. He had already it that spot four times, the cut already dangerously deep. Hearing the sound, Lucius hit her even harder.
Her vision was beginning to grow hazy now, as she swung again slightly at the force of the whip. Lucius finally got angry and hit again, the whip cutting her even more openly. She could already feel the blood staining the skirt she was wearing.
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Jesabelle's white, button-up shirt was already wet with blood. She jerked forward again.
"Stop! Please!' she screamed.
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"Beg for mercy!" Lucius said, whipping her the hardest he could.
That was the point where she snapped. She jerked forward violently, screaming out her pain.
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Jesabelle's seventeen year old self cried out as well, rolling off the cot and onto the stone floor.
"Expecto Patronum!" a voice yelled.
The Dementor retreated as a Patronus the shape of a dragon flew towards him.
The darkness and coldness of the room slowly began to disappear, leaving a cold, whimpering Jesabelle, shivering in the middle of the cell.
The young Death Eater immediately opened the cell and closed the door behind him quickly, just in case. He raced toward Jesabelle, sitting on the stone floor and placing Jesabelle's head in his lap.
She groaned in pain. The Death Eater carried her over to the cot and laid her in the middle, her back facing upward. The Death Eater flinched as he saw the blood.
Narcissa raced into the cell, closing the door, panting hard.
"I heard her screams." Narcissa said. Seeing Jesabelle's state, she raced over, her face clouding with concern.
"What happened?" she asked, looking at the Death Eater.
"A dementor." The Death Eater replied, removing a dagger and cutting her blouse open.
Narcissa and the Death Eater flinched, looking away at the wounds. For there upon Jesabelle's back lay cars over scars, dangerously deep, and bleeding like a small river. The Death Eater removed a small bag from his robes and opened them, pulling out white cloths, various healing potions, and bandages.
"I'll try and stop the bleeding." The Death Eater said. He removed his wand, pointing it at the middle of Jesabelle's back.
"Ferulas Spineas." He said, and Jesabelle's torso was wrapped around the middle, and the blood was stopped.
The Death Eater immediately set to work, pouring a vial of red liquid onto a cloth.
"Anything I can do?" Narcissa asked, looking around.
"You can get some hot water." The Death Eater said.
Jesabelle was floating in and out of consciousness as she heard the voices of those around her. She tried getting up, but felt the sharp pain of the cuts. Groaning, she flopped back down on the cot.
"This might hurt a bit." The Death Eater said, touching the cuts with the potion socked cloth.
"Ah." Jesabelle said, arching up slightly, gritting her teeth.
"It's all right Jesabelle." Narcissa said, holding her hand.
Once the Death Eater was finished, he placed bandages soaked with a little purplish potion on each of the cuts. He already used ten bandages by the time he was finished.
"Just wet one of the cloths with hot water and soothe the gashes from the vampire repellant." The Death Eater said, removing a vial with orange liquid inside. They slowly flipped Jesabelle over so she could lie on her back.
"Here." He said, lifting Jesabelle's head up and feeding her the orange liquid. Jesabelle immediately closed her eyes and fell into slumber.
"What did you give her?" Narcissa asked, worried.
"Sleeping drought, nothing major." The Death Eater said, gathering his things.
"Thank you." Narcissa said.
"No problem. I thought she needed the drought, she looks exhausted." The Death Eater said, adjusting his mask and looking at Jesabelle. She looked deathly pale. "The color will return to her face as time progresses. You should probably stay with her, so that she won't panic when she comes to."
"Of course. Thank you again." Narcissa said.
The Death Eater nodded, putting his materials back into the pouch and rising, adjusting his robes and wiping his bloody hands on a cloth.
Narcissa nodded, looking at Jesabelle. "She'd be proud of you." She said.
"Excuse me?" the Death Eater asked.
"Jesabelle would be proud of you, Draco." Narcissa said.
Draco looked away, sighing heavily.
"So you still love her then?" Narcissa asked.
Draco turned to her and removed his mask, revealing his face, dark shadows underneath his tired eyes that were slightly pink.
"You know the answer to that question, Mother." Draco said sadly, his eyes communicating to her the answer to her question. Yes, he still loved her.
"Don't give up on her, Draco." Narcissa said. "She still loves you."
Draco was already walking out of the cell. "You keep telling yourself that Mother." He said. "And maybe then I'll believe you."
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"Ginny, wake up." Hermione said, nudging Ginny slightly. It was three o'clock in the morning, Wednesday. Ginny and Ron had fallen asleep together on one of the couches in the Common Room, while Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Neville discussed ways to help Jesabelle in her hearing.
"What is it?" Ginny asked groggily as Ron stood up, stretching.
"Dumbledore's summoned us to his office." Luna said. "He said it was important."
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Harry and the others walked into Dumbledore's office to find, Tonks, Shacklebolt, Lupin, McGonagall, Snape, Arthur and Molly Weasley, and Dumbledore, all talking at the same time.
"It's an outrage!" Lupin said angrily. "Fudge can't do that!"
"Do what?" Neville asked.
The adults grew quiet, suddenly realizing that Harry and the others were in the room.
"Mum!" Ginny said, running up to her mother, who embraced her in a bear hug. Ron and Arthur shook hands.
"Dad." Ron said.
"Ron." Arthur said, grinning.
"Harry!" Molly said, bouncing slightly. "Luna! Neville! My, look at all of you!"
She ran up to each of them and gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek, absolutely grinning.
"What is Fudge going to do?" Neville asked again, bringing everyone into seriousness again.
"Fudge and the board had finally decided on what action they're going to take." Arthur said.
"What are they going to do about the siege?" Hermione asked.
The adults looked at each other.
"Il Sillaba di Distruzione." Dumbledore said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Il Sillaba di Distruzione." Luna said. "The Spell of Destruction in Italian."
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"I read about it once. It was used in the olden times, in which a band of wizards, fifteen to thirty of them, would destroy a certain area with one single spell concentrated and powered by the magic they posses." Luna said.
Everyone was silent. She continued.
"According to the book I read, this spell was only used during wars between bloodlines and houses in the medieval times." Luna said. "Wizards would position themselves a safe distance around an area, say, a village for example, by chanting certain words, a bubble would be formed around that village. Nothing could go in, and nothing could get out."
She paused again.
"They stopped using it centuries ago, but after they formed the bubble, they would chant more words, and everything inside the bubble would slowly disintegrate, leaving nothing in its place but ash or dust."
"So you're telling us that Fudge plans to destroy Azkaban?" Ron asked. "They can destroy the building, but what about the people?"
Luna looked at Ron. "The people disintegrate along with the building." She said. "No one is left alive."
"Bloody hell." Ron said, sitting back in the chair, his head in his hands.
"They can't do that!" Harry said, standing up. "Fudge can't kill all the people in Azkaban. Jesabelle is still in there!"
"That's true Harry, but you have to remember, Jesabelle isn't considered as 'innocent' by the Ministry." Lupin said.
"But it's mad!" Ginny said. "It's massacre. We're talking about a hundred people, four hundred to five hundred tops!"
"That number consisting of the Dark Lord and his followers." Lupin said.
"Voldemort won't die, even if you did go on with the spell, we all know that." Hermione said.
"And Fudge knows that too, he just believes that this might kill him." Tonks said.
"Even if Fudge was actually going to do it, for sure," Harry said.
"He is." McGonagall said.
"That doesn't mean that Voldemort won't know about it. Give him time and when Fudge gets there, Voldemort might either be ready for him, or gone, let them take their pick." Harry said.
"What do you propose we do, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked, already knowing the answer.
"We have to go get Jesabelle back." Harry said.
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Jesabelle turned her head from side to side, regaining consciousness. She opened her eyes to find Narcissa hovering over her.
"Jesabelle?" Narcissa asked, her voice sounding muffled. "Are you all right?"
"I think so." Jesabelle said, her vision clearing. "What happened?" she asked.
"There was a dementor." Narcissa said.
"Who healed me?" Jesabelle asked.
"A Death Eater who chased the Dementor away." Narcissa said, feeling Jesabelle's forehead.
Jesabelle blinked a few times before it all came back. Of course, the dementor, the memory, the whip. Jesabelle jerked slightly as Narcissa applied a cold cloth to her forehead.
"You're not running a fever, but I'd rather be on the safe side." Narcissa said.
Jesabelle sighed, trying to get up. Pain shot down her spine and she plopped back down again, her head beginning to throb.
"You shouldn't get up." Narcissa said.
It's a bit late for that, Jesabelle thought as Narcissa removed the cloth from her forehead.
"You should be better by tomorrow." Narcissa said.
"What time is it?" Jesabelle asked.
"It is one o'clock in the afternoon, June 16, Wednesday." Narcissa said, emptying out the pan with water into the toilet and flushing it.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Narcissa.' Jesabelle said gratefully.
"You shouldn't be thanking me hon." Narcissa said. "You should be thanking the man who helped save and heal you."
Jesabelle leaned her head into the pillow. She was having dreams about Draco. For some reason, despite the dreary atmosphere of the prison, Jesabelle was able to see Draco in her dreams, laughing, smiling, and talking with her, being with her, the familiar protection she felt around him running through her body, making her blush slightly despite the cold weather outside.
"Well, then thank him for me." Jesabelle said, staring up at the ceiling. It's over, she thought, don't think about him.
"Will do." Narcissa said. "I'm sorry Jesabelle, but I have to go, they're expecting me soon for a meeting."
"Go ahead, I don't want them getting suspicious." Jesabelle said, still staring at the ceiling. Narcissa walked over, plumped up her pillows, and pulled the blanket over her, smiling at her.
Jesabelle smiled back, suddenly feeling lonely again as Narcissa left her alone in her cell again.
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"When is Fudge going to do this?" Harry asked.
"He's still trying to put a plan together, but I heard that it will be in five days, roughly." Shacklebolt said.
"That's gives us enough time to make up our own plan." Hermione said.
"Leave it to the Order." Dumbledore said.
"But," Harry began.
"No buts, Harry." Arthur said.
"For once, dears," Molly said, "can you just sit this one out?"
"No mum!" Ron said. "We want to help!"
"You'll get yourselves killed!" Molly said.
"We've survived ore than three times already, mum." Ron said. "I think we can damn well do it again!"
Molly and Arthur's mouths hung open slightly at Ron's use of words, but nonetheless sighed.
"They have a point here, Albus." Lupin said.
"But, still," Dumbledore said, "we do not want you in any danger."
"But," Luna started.
"You will sit this one out." Dumbledore said sternly. "We will inform you of our plans when the times comes, until then, rest."
Harry and the others nodded, walking out of Dumbledore's office, all thinking the same thing.
They weren't going to sit this one out, they were going to help, whether they liked it or not.
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There you go everyone! I know I was supposed to have Voldemort unleash the curse, but I go this great idea and decided to go with it. Hey, at least you've got more action and drama! I hope you all enjoyed it. Please read and review.
Coming Up.........Stay Tuned!
Chapter 31: More of Jesabelle's writings, more on Draco and Narcissa, and then Voldemort will unleash the curse. Plus! What are Harry and the others going to do about Azkaban?
