~written for the kid at heart
Wiltshire, 1993
The summer air was warm and soft on the streets of Diagon Alley. People were lolling about in the magnificent daylight, licking lollipops and digging into ice cream. Every shop was doing booming business, and shopkeepers joyfully rang up sale after another.
One store especially was crowded and quickly running out of their supply of chocolate for the greedy buyers. Diagonal Chocolate Store was packed from upstairs to down stairs with eager customers. At the back of the store, Mary Kennis (nee Fenwick) and Benjy Fenwick were almost out of breath. They were in charge of stocking and restocking boxes, and just now were attacking box after box, pulling out every item they had.
"Great," groaned Mary, "we're outta Ice Mice!"
Forty-year-old Benjy looked up and grinned.
"That's cause you ate 'em all, Mar!"
Mary swatted her younger brother crossly with a yellow dish towel. "Watch your mouth, Benjamin!"
Benjy looked injured. "In that case, I won't help you find more Ice Mice." He winked at the pretty cashier, who had turned around in the doorway to watch the argument.
"Why don't one of you check waaay in the back for more boxes? There's gotta be some somewhere," called the cashier, grinning at them both.
"Fine," grumbled Benjy in mock annoyance, "I'll go."
Mary and the cashier laughed as he stumbled to the door of the basement, out of sight.
Benjy looked around the small, cobweb-covered, stone basement for any other boxes of candy. His brown eyes tried to look through the musky air as best as they could, but it wasn't working. He walked carefully around, hoping he wouldn't lsip on the slippery floor. Suddenly, as Benjy was shuffling around, his foot hit metal.
"Ouch, what can that be?" he wondered aloud, scratching his blonde head.
Kneeling down, Benjy felt the metal loop he had found. It was a handle of some sort. He pulled hard on it and saw a dark hole revealed under the plank of wood he had just lifted up.
"By God, what IS this?" he muttered. "Lumos."
A pair of wooden steps showed themselves in the glow his wand light cast. They sank down to the depths, vanishing from where the light did not reach.
"Wow! And no one ever knew!" he exclaimed.
Bending closer to the steps, Benjy saw something colorful on the third step. Since it was too far to reach, he stepped down into the gloom and picked it up. It was a phoenix feather oddly enough.
"What is goin-"
Just as Benjy tried to finish his sentence, someone whispered "Stupefy!" and a loud clang was heard overhead as the trap door fell shut. Bellatrix hated waiting almost as much as she hated Antonin Dolohov. Right now she was glaring at him from the underground room she and some of her Death Eaters had decided to use as a safe keeping area. The low and musty stone room was large and easily fitted to storing potions, disguises, and many other evil contraptions.
"So, Bella, is your plan working out as you think?" said Antonin with a smirk.
"Shut up if you know what's good for you!" rumbled Vincent Crabbe.
Antonin was outnumbered one to four, so he fell silent, his eyes still glittering. Two other Death Eaters had answered to Bellatrix's request to search the tunnels. So far, no one had returned.
That moment, Avery and Nott returned, floating a thin blonde-haired man between them. Everyone instantly straightened up.
"Why did you bring him down here?!" shrieked Bellatrix, jumping forward. He face was contorted with rage.
"He came into the passage, lady," said Avery nervously.
Antonin Dolohov smirked. "Why don't we wake him up and have some torturous fun?"
Nott excitedly shook his head. "Why don't we!"
Bellatrix whirled on them. "BECAUSE-wait," she said suddenly, her face lighting up, "that is an excellent idea. I know who this fool is. He is a member of that detestable Order, and his name is Fenwick."
Antonin smirked. "Told you."
"Wake up," said Bellatrix with a smile, prodding Benjy's stagnant form.
Benjy groaned and rolled over, and came face to face with the horrific woman that haunted his dreams. A month later, Benjy was still being searched for by ever Auror in Britain. Mary was beside herself with tears as she thought of the day her brother had gone under-and never returned. "What is happening to The Order?" she shrieked tearfully a she stalked out of a meeting.
A couple weeks later, a search proved slightly successful, but with ghastly results-discovered in boxes of candy, were the remains of Benjamin Fenwick.
Wiltshire, 1993
The summer air was warm and soft on the streets of Diagon Alley. People were lolling about in the magnificent daylight, licking lollipops and digging into ice cream. Every shop was doing booming business, and shopkeepers joyfully rang up sale after another.
One store especially was crowded and quickly running out of their supply of chocolate for the greedy buyers. Diagonal Chocolate Store was packed from upstairs to down stairs with eager customers. At the back of the store, Mary Kennis (nee Fenwick) and Benjy Fenwick were almost out of breath. They were in charge of stocking and restocking boxes, and just now were attacking box after box, pulling out every item they had.
"Great," groaned Mary, "we're outta Ice Mice!"
Forty-year-old Benjy looked up and grinned.
"That's cause you ate 'em all, Mar!"
Mary swatted her younger brother crossly with a yellow dish towel. "Watch your mouth, Benjamin!"
Benjy looked injured. "In that case, I won't help you find more Ice Mice." He winked at the pretty cashier, who had turned around in the doorway to watch the argument.
"Why don't one of you check waaay in the back for more boxes? There's gotta be some somewhere," called the cashier, grinning at them both.
"Fine," grumbled Benjy in mock annoyance, "I'll go."
Mary and the cashier laughed as he stumbled to the door of the basement, out of sight.
Benjy looked around the small, cobweb-covered, stone basement for any other boxes of candy. His brown eyes tried to look through the musky air as best as they could, but it wasn't working. He walked carefully around, hoping he wouldn't lsip on the slippery floor. Suddenly, as Benjy was shuffling around, his foot hit metal.
"Ouch, what can that be?" he wondered aloud, scratching his blonde head.
Kneeling down, Benjy felt the metal loop he had found. It was a handle of some sort. He pulled hard on it and saw a dark hole revealed under the plank of wood he had just lifted up.
"By God, what IS this?" he muttered. "Lumos."
A pair of wooden steps showed themselves in the glow his wand light cast. They sank down to the depths, vanishing from where the light did not reach.
"Wow! And no one ever knew!" he exclaimed.
Bending closer to the steps, Benjy saw something colorful on the third step. Since it was too far to reach, he stepped down into the gloom and picked it up. It was a phoenix feather oddly enough.
"What is goin-"
Just as Benjy tried to finish his sentence, someone whispered "Stupefy!" and a loud clang was heard overhead as the trap door fell shut. Bellatrix hated waiting almost as much as she hated Antonin Dolohov. Right now she was glaring at him from the underground room she and some of her Death Eaters had decided to use as a safe keeping area. The low and musty stone room was large and easily fitted to storing potions, disguises, and many other evil contraptions.
"So, Bella, is your plan working out as you think?" said Antonin with a smirk.
"Shut up if you know what's good for you!" rumbled Vincent Crabbe.
Antonin was outnumbered one to four, so he fell silent, his eyes still glittering. Two other Death Eaters had answered to Bellatrix's request to search the tunnels. So far, no one had returned.
That moment, Avery and Nott returned, floating a thin blonde-haired man between them. Everyone instantly straightened up.
"Why did you bring him down here?!" shrieked Bellatrix, jumping forward. He face was contorted with rage.
"He came into the passage, lady," said Avery nervously.
Antonin Dolohov smirked. "Why don't we wake him up and have some torturous fun?"
Nott excitedly shook his head. "Why don't we!"
Bellatrix whirled on them. "BECAUSE-wait," she said suddenly, her face lighting up, "that is an excellent idea. I know who this fool is. He is a member of that detestable Order, and his name is Fenwick."
Antonin smirked. "Told you."
"Wake up," said Bellatrix with a smile, prodding Benjy's stagnant form.
Benjy groaned and rolled over, and came face to face with the horrific woman that haunted his dreams. A month later, Benjy was still being searched for by ever Auror in Britain. Mary was beside herself with tears as she thought of the day her brother had gone under-and never returned. "What is happening to The Order?" she shrieked tearfully a she stalked out of a meeting.
A couple weeks later, a search proved slightly successful, but with ghastly results-discovered in boxes of candy, were the remains of Benjamin Fenwick.
