To Hell And Back Chapter 7
Written by: Elven Warrior1
So Despite the fact that Severus Snape had a thing for me, I was feeling a bit better. Not all the greatest, being in GrimWald Place wasn't my idea of a nice stay. Even if the Potrait of Sirius's mother was taken down and destroyed. I still didn't want to be here.
Eventually, my brothers and sisters were shooed out by Mrs. Weasley. Giving the excuse that "She dosen't need a bustle people surrounding her right now. It's better that we ween her used to a lot people around. Now go busy yourselves at home." Benji was the best at immitating her.
But as funny as it was, it was dead wrong. And I have to admit, Mrs. Weasley is right. I was solely not used to being around so many people. I loved my brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles yes. But I was distant from them. They didn't attempt to even break me out of that place. Knowing Javen, that would be his first instinct. After all, he was the one who broke Michah out of the muggle jail about 13 years ago. How he got in there, no one knows this. And still to this day.
Watching them all leave, I feel, sad to say, glad that they left.They were kin, I keep telling myself. They're kin, my family. Hah, I must be grown up to want to get away from them. Ah, I'm becoming a confused young adult. Living in Azkaban for five and a half years can do that to ya.
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Mrs. Weasley took Charolette by the arm, and was leading her back into the house. She had convinced the rest of the Rones's to leave, who were retreating slowly. Instead of waiting for them to be gone from eyesight, she decided it was best to get the girl back into the house.
Though her intentions were good, more than half of the black haired, and funny colored haired people turned around, their eyes radiating a strange glow. The red haired woman stopped dead in her tracks, pushing Charolette behind her.
Suddenly, with a flick of their wands, the people that Charolette thought were her brothers and sisters, were changed into deatheaters. All but Benji, Carlah, Darlah and baby Jack. Charolette stood stunned to the bone, and even without a curse.
"ARTHUR!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, her wand pointing at the deatheaters. With a flash, all the Weasleys were out on the porch, starring wide-eyed at that scene before them. Within seconds, the rest of the order appeared in the backyard as well. Sirius Black hurled behind Charolette, grabbed her around the waist and pulling her away.
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I saw that they were retreating slowly. Too slowly for my liking. Something was wrong, I could feel it. I think Mrs. Weasley could too. After all, she was dragging me back into the house before anyone had even left the backyard. Something was telling me that this wasn't right.
Then suddenly, all but Benji, Carlah, Darlah and baby Jack, whirled around, and with a flash of green light, there stood deatheaters. There were disguised as my siblings. Oh bloody hell!
I could have run, but I was too shocked to even move. As if I was suddenly back in Azkaban, bearly even concious, I had become still, starring at them. Something penetrated my thoughts by a loud, shrill scream. It was Mrs. Weasley.
I didn't even notice that she shoved me behind her. Bloody hell, I'm still out of it. I should have noticed. But, would a just freed Azkaban prisoner just suddenly come out of their transe? No..at least, not in my book.
Nor did I even notice the rest of the Weasleys standing on the porch. But, as if it was expected, the rest of the order members apparated to the backyard, wands raised, and pointing at the deatheaters before me. Then strong arms slid around my waist, tugging me backwards.
*****
No one had expected the Rones's to be disguised deatheaters. It was an unfortinate sight, which was for certain. Nor did Benji and the other three true Rones's belive what had just happened.
Benji grabbed Carlah and Darlah's hands and or out of the place, dissappearing into a dark red smoke hole. Gone and probally never coming back. No one cared at the moment, they had to focus on protecting Charolette, and destorying some deatheaters that came to call. But, nobody shot a curse to start the battle.
Something made Sirius stop his retreat with Charolette. His eyes were locked on the deatheater in the very center and front of the group. Her eyes never left them. Nor did she blink.
The apparent leader of the group of Deatheaters took a step outside the line he was in. But his hood remained intact with his head, sheilding his face from the Order. Possibly in hopes not to be caught. He was also the one without a wand. Not yet anyway.
"Just give her to us, and we'll leave quietly as we had come." The hooded man said, indicating to Charolette with a curt nod. "No one will get hurt." Sirius arms suddenly tightened around Charolette, basically cutting off her air. She gasped, her hands then trying to loosen his grip subconsiously.
"No." Bill stated all to simply. "Charolette isn't going anywhere, especially in the hands of you." With three long strides, Bill was at Charolettes side, hand on her shoulder. "So you can leave quietly, without her." Suddenly, Charolette's eyes jumped to the deatheaters. Anger gleaming in her eyes. The group of deatheaters had started laughing amongst themselves, finding Bill's statement funny. The girl in Sirius's arms suddenly lunged forward, attempting to knock him off of her. But no, Sirius was too strong, or she was just to weak.
"Ah, I see 'Dena' wishes to join us. Let her go to whom she wishes Black. After all,you lot wronged her." The sneer was so distuingishable in his voice, it made Snape scowl.
'We might have done so," James hissed. "But we've discovered our mistake, and will do anything to make up for it." The group of deatheaters rang out with laughter once again, this time, they calmed down quicker.
"Oh oh oh." Said the hooded man. "Looks like we're regretting it all. Why don't you go back to your graves Potter, and take Harry with you."
"Shut the fuck up." Charolette suddenly hissed. All eyes turned to her. Desperatly shocked. "I brought the Potters back because they had the right to live. It was because of your little mouse Voldemort, that denied them of it. You can just turn your tails around and leave. You won't be getting what you want." Her voice was still scratchy, but full of strength.
"Ah, but Charolette." He started, that sneer back once again. "Would you not come if your family was at steak?" Something in Charolette screamed out in anoyance and grief.
"You killed them." She said darkly, venom leaking through every part of her. "You killed them!" Sirius's grip had become too tight, that the girl could now not breath. Her face had lost all color completely before she began to feel weaker. "Sirius." She chocked. "I can't breath." Though only slightly, his grip loosened, allowing the girl to breath.
*****
Damnit, why does this have to happen? They fooled me completely. I was unable to even sence that they were deatheaters in disguise. It couldn't have hit me harder than it did.
They killed my family. All except Benji, Carlah, Darlah and baby Jack. Now they were gone, and would remain in hiding forever, unless I found it helpful to go find them, if it was at all possible.
To add to all of my troubles now, I was being sought by deatheaters. It was a lovely feeling. Such a lovely feeling. Only, the loving feeling was wanting to kill them. People shouldn't wear black unless they look good in it. I for one look good in it. So therefore, deatheaters are clashing terribly.
Though, my simple logic is just a cover up. I manage to croak out a reply to the hooded bastards. They didn't laugh, but inwardly, I knew they were. I wasn't about to go into the hands of one of my many enemies. The Order was no longer on my list. But, there is a good list of pranks that I can play, to get even.
If only I had my staff..I could fight these people. Standing and waiting for the first curse to be shot was toying with my nerves. I could have killed half of them by now, or at least, send them back several yards.
And as much as Black's arms were comfortable to be in, he was choking the hell out of me. They aren't even around my throat.. Would someone just please, shoot the first curse and get the battle over with!
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So Despite the fact that Severus Snape had a thing for me, I was feeling a bit better. Not all the greatest, being in GrimWald Place wasn't my idea of a nice stay. Even if the Potrait of Sirius's mother was taken down and destroyed. I still didn't want to be here.
Eventually, my brothers and sisters were shooed out by Mrs. Weasley. Giving the excuse that "She dosen't need a bustle people surrounding her right now. It's better that we ween her used to a lot people around. Now go busy yourselves at home." Benji was the best at immitating her.
But as funny as it was, it was dead wrong. And I have to admit, Mrs. Weasley is right. I was solely not used to being around so many people. I loved my brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles yes. But I was distant from them. They didn't attempt to even break me out of that place. Knowing Javen, that would be his first instinct. After all, he was the one who broke Michah out of the muggle jail about 13 years ago. How he got in there, no one knows this. And still to this day.
Watching them all leave, I feel, sad to say, glad that they left.They were kin, I keep telling myself. They're kin, my family. Hah, I must be grown up to want to get away from them. Ah, I'm becoming a confused young adult. Living in Azkaban for five and a half years can do that to ya.
*****
Mrs. Weasley took Charolette by the arm, and was leading her back into the house. She had convinced the rest of the Rones's to leave, who were retreating slowly. Instead of waiting for them to be gone from eyesight, she decided it was best to get the girl back into the house.
Though her intentions were good, more than half of the black haired, and funny colored haired people turned around, their eyes radiating a strange glow. The red haired woman stopped dead in her tracks, pushing Charolette behind her.
Suddenly, with a flick of their wands, the people that Charolette thought were her brothers and sisters, were changed into deatheaters. All but Benji, Carlah, Darlah and baby Jack. Charolette stood stunned to the bone, and even without a curse.
"ARTHUR!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, her wand pointing at the deatheaters. With a flash, all the Weasleys were out on the porch, starring wide-eyed at that scene before them. Within seconds, the rest of the order appeared in the backyard as well. Sirius Black hurled behind Charolette, grabbed her around the waist and pulling her away.
*****
I saw that they were retreating slowly. Too slowly for my liking. Something was wrong, I could feel it. I think Mrs. Weasley could too. After all, she was dragging me back into the house before anyone had even left the backyard. Something was telling me that this wasn't right.
Then suddenly, all but Benji, Carlah, Darlah and baby Jack, whirled around, and with a flash of green light, there stood deatheaters. There were disguised as my siblings. Oh bloody hell!
I could have run, but I was too shocked to even move. As if I was suddenly back in Azkaban, bearly even concious, I had become still, starring at them. Something penetrated my thoughts by a loud, shrill scream. It was Mrs. Weasley.
I didn't even notice that she shoved me behind her. Bloody hell, I'm still out of it. I should have noticed. But, would a just freed Azkaban prisoner just suddenly come out of their transe? No..at least, not in my book.
Nor did I even notice the rest of the Weasleys standing on the porch. But, as if it was expected, the rest of the order members apparated to the backyard, wands raised, and pointing at the deatheaters before me. Then strong arms slid around my waist, tugging me backwards.
*****
No one had expected the Rones's to be disguised deatheaters. It was an unfortinate sight, which was for certain. Nor did Benji and the other three true Rones's belive what had just happened.
Benji grabbed Carlah and Darlah's hands and or out of the place, dissappearing into a dark red smoke hole. Gone and probally never coming back. No one cared at the moment, they had to focus on protecting Charolette, and destorying some deatheaters that came to call. But, nobody shot a curse to start the battle.
Something made Sirius stop his retreat with Charolette. His eyes were locked on the deatheater in the very center and front of the group. Her eyes never left them. Nor did she blink.
The apparent leader of the group of Deatheaters took a step outside the line he was in. But his hood remained intact with his head, sheilding his face from the Order. Possibly in hopes not to be caught. He was also the one without a wand. Not yet anyway.
"Just give her to us, and we'll leave quietly as we had come." The hooded man said, indicating to Charolette with a curt nod. "No one will get hurt." Sirius arms suddenly tightened around Charolette, basically cutting off her air. She gasped, her hands then trying to loosen his grip subconsiously.
"No." Bill stated all to simply. "Charolette isn't going anywhere, especially in the hands of you." With three long strides, Bill was at Charolettes side, hand on her shoulder. "So you can leave quietly, without her." Suddenly, Charolette's eyes jumped to the deatheaters. Anger gleaming in her eyes. The group of deatheaters had started laughing amongst themselves, finding Bill's statement funny. The girl in Sirius's arms suddenly lunged forward, attempting to knock him off of her. But no, Sirius was too strong, or she was just to weak.
"Ah, I see 'Dena' wishes to join us. Let her go to whom she wishes Black. After all,you lot wronged her." The sneer was so distuingishable in his voice, it made Snape scowl.
'We might have done so," James hissed. "But we've discovered our mistake, and will do anything to make up for it." The group of deatheaters rang out with laughter once again, this time, they calmed down quicker.
"Oh oh oh." Said the hooded man. "Looks like we're regretting it all. Why don't you go back to your graves Potter, and take Harry with you."
"Shut the fuck up." Charolette suddenly hissed. All eyes turned to her. Desperatly shocked. "I brought the Potters back because they had the right to live. It was because of your little mouse Voldemort, that denied them of it. You can just turn your tails around and leave. You won't be getting what you want." Her voice was still scratchy, but full of strength.
"Ah, but Charolette." He started, that sneer back once again. "Would you not come if your family was at steak?" Something in Charolette screamed out in anoyance and grief.
"You killed them." She said darkly, venom leaking through every part of her. "You killed them!" Sirius's grip had become too tight, that the girl could now not breath. Her face had lost all color completely before she began to feel weaker. "Sirius." She chocked. "I can't breath." Though only slightly, his grip loosened, allowing the girl to breath.
*****
Damnit, why does this have to happen? They fooled me completely. I was unable to even sence that they were deatheaters in disguise. It couldn't have hit me harder than it did.
They killed my family. All except Benji, Carlah, Darlah and baby Jack. Now they were gone, and would remain in hiding forever, unless I found it helpful to go find them, if it was at all possible.
To add to all of my troubles now, I was being sought by deatheaters. It was a lovely feeling. Such a lovely feeling. Only, the loving feeling was wanting to kill them. People shouldn't wear black unless they look good in it. I for one look good in it. So therefore, deatheaters are clashing terribly.
Though, my simple logic is just a cover up. I manage to croak out a reply to the hooded bastards. They didn't laugh, but inwardly, I knew they were. I wasn't about to go into the hands of one of my many enemies. The Order was no longer on my list. But, there is a good list of pranks that I can play, to get even.
If only I had my staff..I could fight these people. Standing and waiting for the first curse to be shot was toying with my nerves. I could have killed half of them by now, or at least, send them back several yards.
And as much as Black's arms were comfortable to be in, he was choking the hell out of me. They aren't even around my throat.. Would someone just please, shoot the first curse and get the battle over with!
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