To Hell And Back
Written by Elven Warrior1
A/N: Reviews would be graciously accepted..I'm starting the think that no on likes this story, which is decreasing my motive to keep writing. I write because you like it..and no one is reviewing anymore. Oui ou Non?
Chapter Sixteen
The day was grim, the hour was 3:30 A.M, and Charolette Rones layed in her bed, eyes wide open from a sleepless night. Sleep had no found her for only one reason: Some of her family is alive, and the one responsible is still out there. Meaning she was the only one to find them, and bring them down.
Yes, them. There is more than two. And these two people were thought to have died the night Harry Potter finally defeated Lord Voldemort. They faked their own deaths, and ran. Ran in disguise in fear of being caught. Charolette knew this.
How she knew, even she was not clear on it. That feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that she was to finally kill her parents if she could find them, more like when she finds them.
She shuddered.
Death was not a happy thought. For most, it is greatly welcomed. Though for some, they are unsure about the idea. And others, they're pure scared. Charolette didn't think of death as often as most do. She pushes the thought out of her head, just so it dosen't take up space. She is neither afraid nor does she welcome it. She is not in her middle stage of life yet, and will not be for quite some time. But that night, her mind was haunted with death.
She sighed.
Nothing was more troublesome then what was happening now. And a love life was soon to be added to the list. She just knew it.
"Sirius Black will not be able to contain himself." She muttered to the stuffed dog and the sleeping puppy at the foot of her bed. "And I most likely won't be able to resist. Life is just perfect." Not expecting an answer, she was rewarded with silence. Once again, she sighed. "Was getting out of Azkaban really worth all of this?"
***** My mind is too cluttered, and I know it. I half expected myself to be awake all night. It dosen't surprise me the least bit. But, all this thinking is going to get in the way of my job now. And I need to focus on the capture and death of my own parents. What a lovely thought eh? Killing ones' parents so the world can sit in almost utter peace again. So there's 2 less killers out on the streets? And I'm expected and responsible for it. Really, it's stupid. But then again, I can use it as a stress reliver. Though, after they're gone, I'm left with nothing else to kill. Maybe my killing days are over.. *****
It was now 4:30 A.M in the morning. Charolette groaned and hoisted herself out of bed, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud. Most likely, no one else is awake at this hour, so she was free to eat whatever she pleased for breakfast, and head off to work withouth any morning hastle and stress.
Stepping out of the shower, Charolette dressed herself in a pair of black trousers that flared out at the leg, and fitted nicely, a work shirt, a vest, and her black work robes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed again. Her appearance would most likely scare little kids, all the peircings she had. Two on her right eyebrow, one on her noes, one in my lip, and at least 18 up her ears, not to mention the tongue ring and belly button ring. Taking out her wand, Charolette removed the metal from her lip, eyebrow and half of the earrings on her ears. Letting only 6 go up the right side, and 5 up the left. Then she took out the tongue ring.
Tapping each hole, they instantly repaired themselves. For the first time, Charolette realized that she did have beauty behind the metal that hung off her face. Grinning, she sat down at her vanity, pulling open drawers to see what was inside. One drawer contained makeup, another hair supplies, a third jewlery and the fourth had other items in it.
Opening the first drawer again, Charolette took out the makeup. Applying foundation, concealer and blush, she paused and looked at herself. Grinning, she picked black mascara and black eyeliner. Totally out of character, she chose white eye shadow. And out of all honesty, Charolette found herself pretty dumbfounded to how nice she looked.
*****
Blimey, I can look nice when I'm not forcing all my gothic ways. I did this for the best. That's for sure. Hah, I can't wait untill everyone else see's me without all the holes in my head.
*****
Looking at her full appearance again, she bent to put on a pair of black work shoes, and made her way soundlessly down the stairs. Ignoring the awed looks from the paintings, she snuck into the kitchen, only to be greeted by Sirius Black.
He sat at the table, coffee in his left hand, The Daily Prophet in his right, and a plate of bagles with creamcheese on them in front of him. Charolette had to supress a giggle. This was an almost unlikely scene to have been able to witness.
"Do this often?" Charolette asked, taking a bagle from his plate. He looked up and grinned.
"Charolette, I didn't expect you to be up untill 6-ish." He confessed, looking rather sheepish. She grinned and took a bite of the bagle. "Why are you up so early?"
"I asked you the same thing," She answered. "So answer mine first." Sirius took his turn to grin.
"Ah, normally I'm the first one up. I haven't slept so peacefully for about 5 years now." He didn't look up from his paper. In fact, he hid his face behind it. Charolette smirked.
"I didn't sleep last night, and laying in my bed was getting a bit dull. So I decided to start my day earlier then planned." She continued to eat, waiting for the man to come out from his newspaper. "Besides, being up at the crack of dawn is a bit expholiating, don't you think?" Sirius finally looked up. And for the first time, he noted how she looked.
"Wholly crap." He thought. "Wholly hell crap."
Charolette couldn't hold it in any longer, and let out quiet giggles, covering her mouth with her bagle and just laughed.
"Oh come now, I can't look *that* different, now. Can I?" Sirius just stared at her.
"No, you look absolutly gorgeous." He breathed, unaware of his behavior or that Charolette was actually in the room. Once reality kicked in, he blushed, and hid behind the paper once again.
*****
Thank merlin this bagle is so huge, or else he would see that I'm blushing two. Blimey, I'm a fruit.
*****
It seemed like forever that the two sat in silence, eating their bagles. Charolette had gotten up and made herself a cup of Supreme Chocolate Cappuchino, and continued with her thinking.
Besides the small 'pick-me-up' conversation with Sirius, she still felt haunted. Depression wasn't kicking in. There was nothing to be depressed about. But it's like when you walk into a graveyard, your shoulders instantly felt heavy, and like there was a burdened that you shouldn't have to carry.
Ironically, Charolette felt the same. But this was a burdened that she did have to carry. No one else would be able to kill Joanna and Edward II Rones. It was impossible. But, Charolette was used in her childhood, and discovered what their weaknesses were. It would be a difficult task nonetheless. She could do it. It may take weeks of hunting, it could even take a year, depending on how well they hid themselves.
Though, if they've been on the run, then all owls would be cut off from then. At least, it would be risking their position if they sent and owl, or even recived one. Not to mention the Ministry has ways of tracking the owl, and then targeting the individual with a sensored Wizard Monitor. (new invention)
No, it would be hard. Tracking down a couple of Sorcerers was indeed difficult. Especially since they use complex appearance charms. You have to be strong enough to sence on of these. Charolette was the only one for the task. Because she spent so much time with Morgana and Voldemort, she learned all too well. Evil wasn't in her blood, it was what her parents were making her.
Truth be told, Charolette was a sweet girl with morals maturer than anyone else she knew. She stuck to her values and mostly did what she was told. If there was something that could be altered, then she'd express the idea. But because of her family's thirst for power and blood, they turned her into a "monster".
Now the "monster" was working to catch those responsible. A sweet feeling it was. But a burden.
*****
If only I didn't have to do this, this would be so much easier. It's my second day out of Azkaban, and now I'm expected to find a pair of murderous killers wandering some streets in some place in the world. But knowing them, they've probally traveled to other worlds where Wizard folk can't go.
Ah, this is going to post as a huge problem. I'll have to hunt day and night without sleep or food. There's no way I can catch them without a fight, nor without any clue of where they're at.
But, if I use the Gormos...
*****
"Charolette?" Sirius asked, smacking the table gently, trying to get her attention. "Hello, Earth To Charolette?"
"What? Oh, sorry." She muttered, embarrased of loosing track so suddenly. It became an easy thing now-a-days. "What were you saying again?"
A/N: Reviews would be graciously accepted..I'm starting the think that no on likes this story, which is decreasing my motive to keep writing. I write because you like it..and no one is reviewing anymore. Oui ou Non?
Chapter Sixteen
The day was grim, the hour was 3:30 A.M, and Charolette Rones layed in her bed, eyes wide open from a sleepless night. Sleep had no found her for only one reason: Some of her family is alive, and the one responsible is still out there. Meaning she was the only one to find them, and bring them down.
Yes, them. There is more than two. And these two people were thought to have died the night Harry Potter finally defeated Lord Voldemort. They faked their own deaths, and ran. Ran in disguise in fear of being caught. Charolette knew this.
How she knew, even she was not clear on it. That feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that she was to finally kill her parents if she could find them, more like when she finds them.
She shuddered.
Death was not a happy thought. For most, it is greatly welcomed. Though for some, they are unsure about the idea. And others, they're pure scared. Charolette didn't think of death as often as most do. She pushes the thought out of her head, just so it dosen't take up space. She is neither afraid nor does she welcome it. She is not in her middle stage of life yet, and will not be for quite some time. But that night, her mind was haunted with death.
She sighed.
Nothing was more troublesome then what was happening now. And a love life was soon to be added to the list. She just knew it.
"Sirius Black will not be able to contain himself." She muttered to the stuffed dog and the sleeping puppy at the foot of her bed. "And I most likely won't be able to resist. Life is just perfect." Not expecting an answer, she was rewarded with silence. Once again, she sighed. "Was getting out of Azkaban really worth all of this?"
***** My mind is too cluttered, and I know it. I half expected myself to be awake all night. It dosen't surprise me the least bit. But, all this thinking is going to get in the way of my job now. And I need to focus on the capture and death of my own parents. What a lovely thought eh? Killing ones' parents so the world can sit in almost utter peace again. So there's 2 less killers out on the streets? And I'm expected and responsible for it. Really, it's stupid. But then again, I can use it as a stress reliver. Though, after they're gone, I'm left with nothing else to kill. Maybe my killing days are over.. *****
It was now 4:30 A.M in the morning. Charolette groaned and hoisted herself out of bed, her feet landing on the floor with a soft thud. Most likely, no one else is awake at this hour, so she was free to eat whatever she pleased for breakfast, and head off to work withouth any morning hastle and stress.
Stepping out of the shower, Charolette dressed herself in a pair of black trousers that flared out at the leg, and fitted nicely, a work shirt, a vest, and her black work robes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sighed again. Her appearance would most likely scare little kids, all the peircings she had. Two on her right eyebrow, one on her noes, one in my lip, and at least 18 up her ears, not to mention the tongue ring and belly button ring. Taking out her wand, Charolette removed the metal from her lip, eyebrow and half of the earrings on her ears. Letting only 6 go up the right side, and 5 up the left. Then she took out the tongue ring.
Tapping each hole, they instantly repaired themselves. For the first time, Charolette realized that she did have beauty behind the metal that hung off her face. Grinning, she sat down at her vanity, pulling open drawers to see what was inside. One drawer contained makeup, another hair supplies, a third jewlery and the fourth had other items in it.
Opening the first drawer again, Charolette took out the makeup. Applying foundation, concealer and blush, she paused and looked at herself. Grinning, she picked black mascara and black eyeliner. Totally out of character, she chose white eye shadow. And out of all honesty, Charolette found herself pretty dumbfounded to how nice she looked.
*****
Blimey, I can look nice when I'm not forcing all my gothic ways. I did this for the best. That's for sure. Hah, I can't wait untill everyone else see's me without all the holes in my head.
*****
Looking at her full appearance again, she bent to put on a pair of black work shoes, and made her way soundlessly down the stairs. Ignoring the awed looks from the paintings, she snuck into the kitchen, only to be greeted by Sirius Black.
He sat at the table, coffee in his left hand, The Daily Prophet in his right, and a plate of bagles with creamcheese on them in front of him. Charolette had to supress a giggle. This was an almost unlikely scene to have been able to witness.
"Do this often?" Charolette asked, taking a bagle from his plate. He looked up and grinned.
"Charolette, I didn't expect you to be up untill 6-ish." He confessed, looking rather sheepish. She grinned and took a bite of the bagle. "Why are you up so early?"
"I asked you the same thing," She answered. "So answer mine first." Sirius took his turn to grin.
"Ah, normally I'm the first one up. I haven't slept so peacefully for about 5 years now." He didn't look up from his paper. In fact, he hid his face behind it. Charolette smirked.
"I didn't sleep last night, and laying in my bed was getting a bit dull. So I decided to start my day earlier then planned." She continued to eat, waiting for the man to come out from his newspaper. "Besides, being up at the crack of dawn is a bit expholiating, don't you think?" Sirius finally looked up. And for the first time, he noted how she looked.
"Wholly crap." He thought. "Wholly hell crap."
Charolette couldn't hold it in any longer, and let out quiet giggles, covering her mouth with her bagle and just laughed.
"Oh come now, I can't look *that* different, now. Can I?" Sirius just stared at her.
"No, you look absolutly gorgeous." He breathed, unaware of his behavior or that Charolette was actually in the room. Once reality kicked in, he blushed, and hid behind the paper once again.
*****
Thank merlin this bagle is so huge, or else he would see that I'm blushing two. Blimey, I'm a fruit.
*****
It seemed like forever that the two sat in silence, eating their bagles. Charolette had gotten up and made herself a cup of Supreme Chocolate Cappuchino, and continued with her thinking.
Besides the small 'pick-me-up' conversation with Sirius, she still felt haunted. Depression wasn't kicking in. There was nothing to be depressed about. But it's like when you walk into a graveyard, your shoulders instantly felt heavy, and like there was a burdened that you shouldn't have to carry.
Ironically, Charolette felt the same. But this was a burdened that she did have to carry. No one else would be able to kill Joanna and Edward II Rones. It was impossible. But, Charolette was used in her childhood, and discovered what their weaknesses were. It would be a difficult task nonetheless. She could do it. It may take weeks of hunting, it could even take a year, depending on how well they hid themselves.
Though, if they've been on the run, then all owls would be cut off from then. At least, it would be risking their position if they sent and owl, or even recived one. Not to mention the Ministry has ways of tracking the owl, and then targeting the individual with a sensored Wizard Monitor. (new invention)
No, it would be hard. Tracking down a couple of Sorcerers was indeed difficult. Especially since they use complex appearance charms. You have to be strong enough to sence on of these. Charolette was the only one for the task. Because she spent so much time with Morgana and Voldemort, she learned all too well. Evil wasn't in her blood, it was what her parents were making her.
Truth be told, Charolette was a sweet girl with morals maturer than anyone else she knew. She stuck to her values and mostly did what she was told. If there was something that could be altered, then she'd express the idea. But because of her family's thirst for power and blood, they turned her into a "monster".
Now the "monster" was working to catch those responsible. A sweet feeling it was. But a burden.
*****
If only I didn't have to do this, this would be so much easier. It's my second day out of Azkaban, and now I'm expected to find a pair of murderous killers wandering some streets in some place in the world. But knowing them, they've probally traveled to other worlds where Wizard folk can't go.
Ah, this is going to post as a huge problem. I'll have to hunt day and night without sleep or food. There's no way I can catch them without a fight, nor without any clue of where they're at.
But, if I use the Gormos...
*****
"Charolette?" Sirius asked, smacking the table gently, trying to get her attention. "Hello, Earth To Charolette?"
"What? Oh, sorry." She muttered, embarrased of loosing track so suddenly. It became an easy thing now-a-days. "What were you saying again?"