Run, hide
All that was sacred to us, sacred to us
See the signs
The covenant has been broken
By mankind
Leaving us with no shoulder, with no shoulder
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
The street was silent. Not a rat crawled across the expanse of the alley. It was midday, about two-thirty, perhaps. The sun was not hot for the date, April fifteenth. It was perhaps fifty-five degrees outside. The weather was cloudy, the kind of cloudy where it looks like it's about to rain but it never does.
Suddenly, the slip of a footstep against the wet streets. Severus tore around the corner, his robes trying to catch up behind him. He held firmly to Lucy's hand as she scrambled after him. Her pretty, young face was frozen in fear. Severus himself bit his lip crudely. He led her as fast as his feet would go, ripping around corners in the alley. It would only be a matter of time before they caught up.
A beat, and then a larger crowd mimicked them, coming around the same corner. They looked like they were all male, ten or twelve of them, all dressed in long black robes with their hoods flying out behind them. Each and every one knew the truth: if the mission failed, someone would lose his head.
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
What is the truth now?
Severus cursed softly, enough to make Lucy turn her frightened gaze upon him. He dashed around a final turn and slid into a different alley. He drew her in close to him and held her there. Both of them were breathless, and both of them knew what didn't need to be said. Their roles were evident in their position; Severus, the dominatrix, holding her under his wing as he watched around the corner for their pursuers, and Lucy, the female, watching him instead, looking for a sign of comfort, a sign that she could relax.
There's still time
All that has been devastated
Can be recreated
Realize
We pick up the broken pieces
Of our lives
Giving ourselves to each other, ourselves to each other
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
The crowd passed, running, some slipping briefly, yelling loudly to one another, none bothering to put on their masks. All passed...no, one stopped. He swept his windblown blonde locks from his face and stared around the area as it grew quiet again. He poked about the edge of the alley, inches away from them. A shorter man ran up behind him. "Come on, Lucius! They think we've found something..."
"Shut your mouth, Pettigrew. You and I are hardly on a first-name basis." The blonde snapped back, but he left with the other man. Severus let out a tiny breath and looked at Lucy, who was still watching him, anticipating them running again.
Who's got my back now
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
What is the truth now?
Tell me the truth now....
"Well, that was successful." Blaze stared at Lily's back as the quartet trudged down the street, unsure of where they were headed.
"Don't look at me like it's my fault, Blaze." Lily turned around and stared daggers at him. The others stopped as well.
"It is your fault. If you hadn't opened that mouth of yours, maybe we could have gotten a little farther with Electra." He shot back crudely.
"Don't talk to my girlfriend like that!" James threatened, stepping in front of Lily.
"Guys! Hello?" All three looked at Alexa. "Look what a state we're in! Warring amongst ourselves like this! How do you all expect to get anywhere like this?"
"Fine." But Lily's eyes showed no relenting.
"Whatever." Blaze finally looked up, saving his fiercest glare for James, who stared right back.
"Let's just find them and get back to the castle." James agreed, looking at Alexa with an equally hard stare.
The group made their way down street after street, all of which were strangely empty today. It had rained early that morning, and the roads were still moist under their feet. Only a few old women were shopping the desolate marketplace in Diagon Alley that day, and the shops looked ghostly with their closed signs and locked windows. It was Sunday. The four took a seat on the steps of the Magical Menagerie and plotted their next move across the board.
"I think we should go back to the castle and let somebody else go look. This is hopeless." James sighed.
"James, this is my best friend we're talking about." Lily looked up at him, shocked. "Am I the only one who thinks giving up now is crazy?"
"I dunno, Lily, I'm beginning to run out of places to look." Blaze muttered.
"Don't tell me you're with him." Alexa stared at Blaze.
"You heard what Electra said, Lily. Severus can take care of himself, and he loves her. He'll take care of her, too." Blaze added.
"As much as I hate to agree with Electra, she probably does know him a little better than we do." James seconded.
"I don't believe this." Lily stood and threw up her hands. "I mean, Alexa, what do you think?"
"I don't trust him, personally." She said quietly. "I don't want to leave her out there all alone with just him."
"Exactly." Lily frowned at the two men. "Fine. If you two don't think this is important, then go back to the castle. Have a butterbeer and laugh at us, for all I care."
"Maybe we will." Blaze stood as well.
"Lily, babe, I'm not going to leave you out here alone, either." James pleaded, standing.
"...Does it seem a little quieter out here than before?" Alexa now stood, glancing around.
"...Yeah..." Lily noticed that all of the old women had disappeared.
"What happened to all the old ladies in black cloaks?" Blaze asked.
"...I'm not sure those were old ladies..." Lily said nervously.
"Did she call us old, Narcissa?" Bellatrix smirked as she stepped out of the shadows.
"I don't take kindly to that, Bella, you know I don't. I'm only 38." Narcissa pulled her hood down, shaking out her blonde curls.
"And Pettigrew, you made a very convincing old woman!" Bellatrix noted, and the two women laughed as a short, squat hooded figure emerged behind them, taking off his hood to reveal a mask.
"I think she looks older than we do, Cissa." Bellatrix pulled at a strand of Lily's red hair and grinned a horrible smile, cackling.
The sound of the two women's cruel laughter filled the air as the Death Eaters closed in around them, and then all was black.
I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, how do you live as a fugitive?
Down here where I cannot see so clear
I said, what do I know?
Show me the right way to go
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
But the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
Lily's eyes opened slowly, and closed on a reflex as a cold drip of water hit her forehead. Water dripped from the ceiling in an enclosed space, one that appeared to be underground, like a sewer. She pulled at her hands and found them to be bound by rope. All she could do was kick fervently, hopeless at the floor before her. She wanted to scream, but she was afraid. She felt something brush her ear and flinched. Looking over, she saw that James's head laid on her shoulder. Thankfully, it was still attached to his neck. The four of them were all tied to a pole. There didn't look to be any injuries, except for the raw wounds cut into her wrists by the ropes.
I awake to see that no one is free
We're all fugitives
Look at the way we live
Down here, I cannot sleep from fear, no
I said, which way do I turn?
Oh, I forget everything I learned
But the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad, 'cause you know
But the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
James stirred and glanced sideways at her. "Hey, Lils..." He grimaced, beginning to feel the similar pain in his wrists. "Wh-where are we?"
"I-I don't know." She looked around. The four of them appeared to be alone. Alexa and Blaze were still out on the other side of the pole. She felt something wet on her ear and realized that James had just kissed her. She smiled a little and rested her head on his shoulder. She was just getting comfortable, almost feeling safe enough to go to sleep, when a heavy door closed somewhere near them and the clicking of high heels filled the chamber.
"How cute." Bellatrix smirked as she stood before them, arms crossed. She wore a low-cut strapless black gown with a fur tousled about her thin chicken neck. Her pale fingers glittered with rubies and sapphires and emeralds and diamonds, a sad offset to her black ebony fingernails, longer than average and filed into bird-like claws. She tapped her boot on the floor.
"I see you've gotten comfortable..." She traced one of those fingernails along James's cheek and he pulled away, disgusted. "Who knows where you've been been?" He snarled at her.
"Places your little mudblood sex kitten here could never dream of going." With the same catlike hand she slapped the side of Lily's face. The sound awoke Alexa and Blaze.
"Bella! The master said no playing!" A voice rang out from the door. Narcissa held it ajar, wearing a long red dress and snakeskin heels.
"Little sister..." Bellatrix snarled softly. "Not old enough to know her own good. But she doesn't know what I do with her husband when he doesn't want her..." She stood up from where she had kneeled at Lucy's side and exited as softly as she'd entered.
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
If we don't hide now
They're gonna catch us where we sleep
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us...
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so good, 'cause you know
And those spies hide out in every corner
And they can't touch you, no
'Cause they're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Songs used in this chapter:
"Who's Got My Back?" by Creed and "Spies" by Coldplay
All that was sacred to us, sacred to us
See the signs
The covenant has been broken
By mankind
Leaving us with no shoulder, with no shoulder
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
The street was silent. Not a rat crawled across the expanse of the alley. It was midday, about two-thirty, perhaps. The sun was not hot for the date, April fifteenth. It was perhaps fifty-five degrees outside. The weather was cloudy, the kind of cloudy where it looks like it's about to rain but it never does.
Suddenly, the slip of a footstep against the wet streets. Severus tore around the corner, his robes trying to catch up behind him. He held firmly to Lucy's hand as she scrambled after him. Her pretty, young face was frozen in fear. Severus himself bit his lip crudely. He led her as fast as his feet would go, ripping around corners in the alley. It would only be a matter of time before they caught up.
A beat, and then a larger crowd mimicked them, coming around the same corner. They looked like they were all male, ten or twelve of them, all dressed in long black robes with their hoods flying out behind them. Each and every one knew the truth: if the mission failed, someone would lose his head.
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
What is the truth now?
Severus cursed softly, enough to make Lucy turn her frightened gaze upon him. He dashed around a final turn and slid into a different alley. He drew her in close to him and held her there. Both of them were breathless, and both of them knew what didn't need to be said. Their roles were evident in their position; Severus, the dominatrix, holding her under his wing as he watched around the corner for their pursuers, and Lucy, the female, watching him instead, looking for a sign of comfort, a sign that she could relax.
There's still time
All that has been devastated
Can be recreated
Realize
We pick up the broken pieces
Of our lives
Giving ourselves to each other, ourselves to each other
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
The crowd passed, running, some slipping briefly, yelling loudly to one another, none bothering to put on their masks. All passed...no, one stopped. He swept his windblown blonde locks from his face and stared around the area as it grew quiet again. He poked about the edge of the alley, inches away from them. A shorter man ran up behind him. "Come on, Lucius! They think we've found something..."
"Shut your mouth, Pettigrew. You and I are hardly on a first-name basis." The blonde snapped back, but he left with the other man. Severus let out a tiny breath and looked at Lucy, who was still watching him, anticipating them running again.
Who's got my back now
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
What is the truth now?
Tell me the truth now....
"Well, that was successful." Blaze stared at Lily's back as the quartet trudged down the street, unsure of where they were headed.
"Don't look at me like it's my fault, Blaze." Lily turned around and stared daggers at him. The others stopped as well.
"It is your fault. If you hadn't opened that mouth of yours, maybe we could have gotten a little farther with Electra." He shot back crudely.
"Don't talk to my girlfriend like that!" James threatened, stepping in front of Lily.
"Guys! Hello?" All three looked at Alexa. "Look what a state we're in! Warring amongst ourselves like this! How do you all expect to get anywhere like this?"
"Fine." But Lily's eyes showed no relenting.
"Whatever." Blaze finally looked up, saving his fiercest glare for James, who stared right back.
"Let's just find them and get back to the castle." James agreed, looking at Alexa with an equally hard stare.
The group made their way down street after street, all of which were strangely empty today. It had rained early that morning, and the roads were still moist under their feet. Only a few old women were shopping the desolate marketplace in Diagon Alley that day, and the shops looked ghostly with their closed signs and locked windows. It was Sunday. The four took a seat on the steps of the Magical Menagerie and plotted their next move across the board.
"I think we should go back to the castle and let somebody else go look. This is hopeless." James sighed.
"James, this is my best friend we're talking about." Lily looked up at him, shocked. "Am I the only one who thinks giving up now is crazy?"
"I dunno, Lily, I'm beginning to run out of places to look." Blaze muttered.
"Don't tell me you're with him." Alexa stared at Blaze.
"You heard what Electra said, Lily. Severus can take care of himself, and he loves her. He'll take care of her, too." Blaze added.
"As much as I hate to agree with Electra, she probably does know him a little better than we do." James seconded.
"I don't believe this." Lily stood and threw up her hands. "I mean, Alexa, what do you think?"
"I don't trust him, personally." She said quietly. "I don't want to leave her out there all alone with just him."
"Exactly." Lily frowned at the two men. "Fine. If you two don't think this is important, then go back to the castle. Have a butterbeer and laugh at us, for all I care."
"Maybe we will." Blaze stood as well.
"Lily, babe, I'm not going to leave you out here alone, either." James pleaded, standing.
"...Does it seem a little quieter out here than before?" Alexa now stood, glancing around.
"...Yeah..." Lily noticed that all of the old women had disappeared.
"What happened to all the old ladies in black cloaks?" Blaze asked.
"...I'm not sure those were old ladies..." Lily said nervously.
"Did she call us old, Narcissa?" Bellatrix smirked as she stepped out of the shadows.
"I don't take kindly to that, Bella, you know I don't. I'm only 38." Narcissa pulled her hood down, shaking out her blonde curls.
"And Pettigrew, you made a very convincing old woman!" Bellatrix noted, and the two women laughed as a short, squat hooded figure emerged behind them, taking off his hood to reveal a mask.
"I think she looks older than we do, Cissa." Bellatrix pulled at a strand of Lily's red hair and grinned a horrible smile, cackling.
The sound of the two women's cruel laughter filled the air as the Death Eaters closed in around them, and then all was black.
I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, how do you live as a fugitive?
Down here where I cannot see so clear
I said, what do I know?
Show me the right way to go
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
But the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
Lily's eyes opened slowly, and closed on a reflex as a cold drip of water hit her forehead. Water dripped from the ceiling in an enclosed space, one that appeared to be underground, like a sewer. She pulled at her hands and found them to be bound by rope. All she could do was kick fervently, hopeless at the floor before her. She wanted to scream, but she was afraid. She felt something brush her ear and flinched. Looking over, she saw that James's head laid on her shoulder. Thankfully, it was still attached to his neck. The four of them were all tied to a pole. There didn't look to be any injuries, except for the raw wounds cut into her wrists by the ropes.
I awake to see that no one is free
We're all fugitives
Look at the way we live
Down here, I cannot sleep from fear, no
I said, which way do I turn?
Oh, I forget everything I learned
But the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad, 'cause you know
But the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
James stirred and glanced sideways at her. "Hey, Lils..." He grimaced, beginning to feel the similar pain in his wrists. "Wh-where are we?"
"I-I don't know." She looked around. The four of them appeared to be alone. Alexa and Blaze were still out on the other side of the pole. She felt something wet on her ear and realized that James had just kissed her. She smiled a little and rested her head on his shoulder. She was just getting comfortable, almost feeling safe enough to go to sleep, when a heavy door closed somewhere near them and the clicking of high heels filled the chamber.
"How cute." Bellatrix smirked as she stood before them, arms crossed. She wore a low-cut strapless black gown with a fur tousled about her thin chicken neck. Her pale fingers glittered with rubies and sapphires and emeralds and diamonds, a sad offset to her black ebony fingernails, longer than average and filed into bird-like claws. She tapped her boot on the floor.
"I see you've gotten comfortable..." She traced one of those fingernails along James's cheek and he pulled away, disgusted. "Who knows where you've been been?" He snarled at her.
"Places your little mudblood sex kitten here could never dream of going." With the same catlike hand she slapped the side of Lily's face. The sound awoke Alexa and Blaze.
"Bella! The master said no playing!" A voice rang out from the door. Narcissa held it ajar, wearing a long red dress and snakeskin heels.
"Little sister..." Bellatrix snarled softly. "Not old enough to know her own good. But she doesn't know what I do with her husband when he doesn't want her..." She stood up from where she had kneeled at Lucy's side and exited as softly as she'd entered.
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
If we don't hide now
They're gonna catch us where we sleep
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us...
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so good, 'cause you know
And those spies hide out in every corner
And they can't touch you, no
'Cause they're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Songs used in this chapter:
"Who's Got My Back?" by Creed and "Spies" by Coldplay
