To Hell and Back
Written by: Elven Warrior
A/N: Chapter 19! Wooo! Ok, lets see here. My visions for this story are getting clearer, and if I can do it, I'm going to finnish the story around chapter 23 or so. We're getting there, then you'll be free, and I'll be starting a sequal most likely! =D Read and review! Remember, if you don't like it, then don't review. That's all I'm asking.
Chapter Ninteen
Growling at nobody, Charolette locked up her Quidditch office. Stuffing the keys in her back pocket, she forced her coat on. Biding farewell to several people in the hallways, she apparated out of the Ministry. Indeed so, she let the Minister know that she was leaving, and would send word if she was attacked.
Instead of wizard apparation, she used the sorcerer version. A red hole appeared in front of her. Taking it at a run, she dissappeared into the red blur and appearing in front of a large house. A very large house. It was bigger than the Malfoy Mannor, if that said anything about it.
But this house was black. Pure black. She shuddered. There were few happy moments that were experienced in this house. Many killings and sacrafices were made, many children concieved, and much pain were the rememberings. Charolette approached the house, examining the, what seemed to be the front door. It was almost impossible to see, since it was black like the house.
Sighing to herself, she clutched a black staff with a yellow ruby in the top in her hands. Muttering under her breath, all around her exploded into white light, drowning the black for too short of time. To her liking, the front door had been forced open, and ripped from the wall.
She was greeted with an unwelcome sight: bodies lay limp and rotting on the floor. The remains of her brothers and sisters. Praying that Apothy and the others still alive were nearby, she stepped over the first body that was piled in a heap on the floor in front of the door.
"Jason." Charolette groaned. Making her way through the large foyer, she discovered that blood covered the dining room floor. A woman, approximately 32, hung from the chandelier, several knives in her naked body, and a broken split neck. Her eyes were still open. "Oh Ashley."
She continued to walk through the rooms, starring at the bodies, praying to see signs of breathing. Her eyes screamed as she viewed a child, no more then 6, a heap on the floor, covered in blood, and breathing!
"Diana!" She screamed, throwing herself to the floor, examining the child. Footsteps immeaditly sounded from the top floor, cascading down the stairs at great speed. Charolette didn't care. Turning the child carefully on her back, she had to hold back a sob. The little girl, known as Diana, didn't respond, but seemed to be a mild coma, or at unconcious.
The child had many cuts, bruises, and what seemed to be a broken leg. But she was still breathing. Cursing herself horribly, Charolette lifted the child onto the bloody and dirty couch. Turning to the doorframe, stood Apothy, Drake, Gabon, Micah, Shana, Donavo, Madeline, Cassi, Kordi and Candie.
"Charolette." A black haired, roughly around 16, gasped. "By gods, I thought you were dead." Charolette shook her head, looking her living siblings up and down. She felt sick, but held her composure.
"I was in Azkaban." Her voice didn't sound like her own. "Framed." The teen gasped, clasping a dirty hand to her mouth. "Did you check for survivors?" Apothy nodded his head.
"We were upstairs, looking for any signs of life. So far, nothing. Then we heard a scream, and now we're here. What's going on?"
"Diana is still alive. Unconcious or in a coma, I don't know which, but alive. Gods, check down her, and do it quickly. We only have an hour to get back to the Ministry. Don't go into the dining room." She added, closing her eyes. "I've checked it, and you don't want to see Ashley's body, or the floor." Each of them nodding, they split up and searched the entire downstairs.
40 gruesome minutes later, they gathered around the couch that lay Diana. All looked grim. Kordi held in his arms, a small child, also with black hair. The baby known as Andie, was still alive, and concious.
"Gods." Charolette groaned again, clutching her head in her hands, trying to control her heartrate and breathing. She was shaking horribly.
"There wouldn't have been anything you could have done about it, even if you weren't in Azkaban." Apothy said apoligetically. "It happened so fast, even Father and Mother didn't know what hit em'."
"They diserved whatever the hell the got." Charolette snapped, taking the unconcious child in her arms. "Come on, there are no others. We need to get back to the Ministry. I have things to file, you'll most likely be interrigated, and we're going to St. Mungos." She shuddred. "And I'll be coming back with the Aurors, and others to clean the house out, and destroy it. We'll have a lot of funerals to plan."
***** Oh god..oh god oh god oh god. I feel like I'm going to be sick. *****
Just as she arrived, was just the way the small group left. All pure Rones's, all shaken up, all now bloody. Charolette was the last to once again, dissappear into the red hole, and stopped behind her siblings in the Ministry. All eyes were on them.
Breaking through the small crowed, Charolette led her brothers and sisters to her quidditch office. Only because it was closer and larger then her defence office upstairs. Ignoring all the stares and gaspes as they walked, she snapped at the nearest auror.
"Get the minister to my office on the third floor! I don't give a bloody fucking care whatever he's doing, get him there now!"
A/N: Chapter 19! Wooo! Ok, lets see here. My visions for this story are getting clearer, and if I can do it, I'm going to finnish the story around chapter 23 or so. We're getting there, then you'll be free, and I'll be starting a sequal most likely! =D Read and review! Remember, if you don't like it, then don't review. That's all I'm asking.
Chapter Ninteen
Growling at nobody, Charolette locked up her Quidditch office. Stuffing the keys in her back pocket, she forced her coat on. Biding farewell to several people in the hallways, she apparated out of the Ministry. Indeed so, she let the Minister know that she was leaving, and would send word if she was attacked.
Instead of wizard apparation, she used the sorcerer version. A red hole appeared in front of her. Taking it at a run, she dissappeared into the red blur and appearing in front of a large house. A very large house. It was bigger than the Malfoy Mannor, if that said anything about it.
But this house was black. Pure black. She shuddered. There were few happy moments that were experienced in this house. Many killings and sacrafices were made, many children concieved, and much pain were the rememberings. Charolette approached the house, examining the, what seemed to be the front door. It was almost impossible to see, since it was black like the house.
Sighing to herself, she clutched a black staff with a yellow ruby in the top in her hands. Muttering under her breath, all around her exploded into white light, drowning the black for too short of time. To her liking, the front door had been forced open, and ripped from the wall.
She was greeted with an unwelcome sight: bodies lay limp and rotting on the floor. The remains of her brothers and sisters. Praying that Apothy and the others still alive were nearby, she stepped over the first body that was piled in a heap on the floor in front of the door.
"Jason." Charolette groaned. Making her way through the large foyer, she discovered that blood covered the dining room floor. A woman, approximately 32, hung from the chandelier, several knives in her naked body, and a broken split neck. Her eyes were still open. "Oh Ashley."
She continued to walk through the rooms, starring at the bodies, praying to see signs of breathing. Her eyes screamed as she viewed a child, no more then 6, a heap on the floor, covered in blood, and breathing!
"Diana!" She screamed, throwing herself to the floor, examining the child. Footsteps immeaditly sounded from the top floor, cascading down the stairs at great speed. Charolette didn't care. Turning the child carefully on her back, she had to hold back a sob. The little girl, known as Diana, didn't respond, but seemed to be a mild coma, or at unconcious.
The child had many cuts, bruises, and what seemed to be a broken leg. But she was still breathing. Cursing herself horribly, Charolette lifted the child onto the bloody and dirty couch. Turning to the doorframe, stood Apothy, Drake, Gabon, Micah, Shana, Donavo, Madeline, Cassi, Kordi and Candie.
"Charolette." A black haired, roughly around 16, gasped. "By gods, I thought you were dead." Charolette shook her head, looking her living siblings up and down. She felt sick, but held her composure.
"I was in Azkaban." Her voice didn't sound like her own. "Framed." The teen gasped, clasping a dirty hand to her mouth. "Did you check for survivors?" Apothy nodded his head.
"We were upstairs, looking for any signs of life. So far, nothing. Then we heard a scream, and now we're here. What's going on?"
"Diana is still alive. Unconcious or in a coma, I don't know which, but alive. Gods, check down her, and do it quickly. We only have an hour to get back to the Ministry. Don't go into the dining room." She added, closing her eyes. "I've checked it, and you don't want to see Ashley's body, or the floor." Each of them nodding, they split up and searched the entire downstairs.
40 gruesome minutes later, they gathered around the couch that lay Diana. All looked grim. Kordi held in his arms, a small child, also with black hair. The baby known as Andie, was still alive, and concious.
"Gods." Charolette groaned again, clutching her head in her hands, trying to control her heartrate and breathing. She was shaking horribly.
"There wouldn't have been anything you could have done about it, even if you weren't in Azkaban." Apothy said apoligetically. "It happened so fast, even Father and Mother didn't know what hit em'."
"They diserved whatever the hell the got." Charolette snapped, taking the unconcious child in her arms. "Come on, there are no others. We need to get back to the Ministry. I have things to file, you'll most likely be interrigated, and we're going to St. Mungos." She shuddred. "And I'll be coming back with the Aurors, and others to clean the house out, and destroy it. We'll have a lot of funerals to plan."
***** Oh god..oh god oh god oh god. I feel like I'm going to be sick. *****
Just as she arrived, was just the way the small group left. All pure Rones's, all shaken up, all now bloody. Charolette was the last to once again, dissappear into the red hole, and stopped behind her siblings in the Ministry. All eyes were on them.
Breaking through the small crowed, Charolette led her brothers and sisters to her quidditch office. Only because it was closer and larger then her defence office upstairs. Ignoring all the stares and gaspes as they walked, she snapped at the nearest auror.
"Get the minister to my office on the third floor! I don't give a bloody fucking care whatever he's doing, get him there now!"