To Hell And Back
Written by: Elven Warrior1
A/N: What else to say? Disclaimer: Ok, this is the last one you're going to see. Hopefully it's sunk in in by...I don't own Harry Potter. Though as much as I wish I did, I don't. I only own the plott, and characters that I've spent the time to create.
Chapter 20
***** Never in my life have I seen so much blood. Even when I killed that family of three. But that was twelve years ago. This just isn't who I am anymore. Morgana had changed me, yes, but I changed after meeting Dumbledore. Merlin, so much blood.
Running through the Ministry was horror. Seeing all my employes and employers starring at me with shocked faces, some with horror etched into their skin, and then some with disgust. If only they'd seen the house, they'd know.
Blimey they'd know.
I don't want to have to do this. This wasn't on my list for a peacefull life. Looking for survivors in the true house of death isn't fun, it isn't what an everyday person would like to do. Myself being a Rones, and growing up in that house, I vowed to stay away from, didn't want to go back. Nothing is clear anymore.
Nothing.
*****
Charolette now sat in her defence office, head in hands, and a James Potter rubbing her shoulders. The woman was stressed beyond all measures and she would burst any minute of anyone else would have come into the room. Thankfully James had snuck in while she was sobbing.
Her brothers and sisters were sent to St. Mungos, and were being locked up in the mental department. Ethridge Jones had declared them dangerous mentally and physically after Epothy threatened the man for getting into his personal afairs with the battle that had gone on inside his home.
James hadn't gone to escort the rest of the Rones's to St. Mungos, he stayed behind to stay with Charolette. Somehow, he just knew she would need him. When he snuck in, his heart had dropped to his feet. There was Charolette, sobbing and crying her eyes out, cursing the Minister and herself. Her rescue plan had not gone as expected, in fact, it blew up in her face.
And to make the matters worse, Tonks had left an article on her desk. An article explaining the capture of Benji, Carlah, Darlah and Jack Rones. All whom were being sent to the same ward in St. Mungos. Charolette was an absolute mess.
"Hey," James said quietly, massaging the womans sholders, attempting to calm her down. "Hey, come on now, don't cry. It'll all turn out for the best." He doubted his own counsule. Charolette mannaged to turn the sobbing into sniffling and quite groaning. "Come now Charolette, maybe, maybe they were insane. You haven't seen them in five and a half years. I'd go insane sitting in a house, apparently full of blood." He glanced at her black shoes, shining still with red. "Just how deep was it all?"
"Only foot deep." She muttered sadly. "I still want to throw up." James inwardly kicked himself, and conjured his office chair and placed it next to the womans. He sat down, and draped an arm around her back, hugging her.
"I think we should call it a day. It's too early to begin working for you. I'll leave a couple of notes to the aurors and one to Jones, and we'll leave. Somehow, I think that some people are going to want to be with you. You could use a nice cup of hot cocoa." Charolette looked up, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears, but she still managed to smile at him gratefully. "There's the face we all love."
***** As quickly as I thought my life was taken away from me, James Potter. Bless him James Potter. He's the man of never ending hope that everyone needs in their life.
But I hate to admit it, he's right. It's too early to start working. It's been two days back into the world. I just need some time to get used to it all, and get most of my troubles off of my mind.
I want to go home. Home to Grimwald Place. Home to Sirius.
*****
Apon Charolettes arival through the fireplace, soot covered, weary looking and still puffy eyed, the house was once again, full of noise. Harry had yelled for the whole world to hear 'SHE'S HOME!', to let everyone else know that once again, Charolette was back. James had followed soon after, also bearing soot from head to foot. Harry muttered a cleaning spell, and cleaned his friend and father off.
He was opening his mouth to say something, but James stopped him with a stern glare, and led Charolette out of the family room into the empty living room. A fire was already going, giving off a lovely heat, relaxing the woman at once. She sank onto the velvet blue couch, wringing her hands.
The first one to arrive into the living room was the none other than Molly Weasley. James mentally kicked himself again. Thinking that the eldest Weasley woman would never find them in here, was absolutly poppycock. And instantly, the woman had gathered the other woman in a tight bear hug, muttereing apologies and advice none stop. Charolette hadn't said anything, but limply laid her head on the red heads shoulder.
***** I can't do it anymore. I don't have the will power to withdrawl from Molly Weasley's arms. I'm done fighting, I'm just done. No more will I ignore it all. This just has to stop. *****
It took everyone else several minutes to locate what room that Charolette was in, and soon, a group of people had gathered in front of the wide doorframe. All bearing the same sad looks as James, Mrs. Weasley and Charolette bore. Sirius looked the grimmest of them all.
Sighing, James went to stand with the crowed while Mrs. Weasley still had the victim in her bearhug. Charolette had her eyes closed, fresh tears visably sliding down her checks and to the floor. Molly had seemed to sence it, and refused to let the girl go. Eventually, Charolette had broken down into sobs once again, clutching onto the Weasley.
She shooed everyone away from the doors, and closed them, returning all her attention back to the crying girl, letting her cry on her shoulder. Instead of returning to their hobbies, everyone gathered in the family room, the next hallway over. Sirius threw himself in a chair in front of the fire, turning away from everyone else.
"Padfoot." James said cautiously. "Don't brood. Now's not a time."
"I'm not brooding." The man snapped. "Just thinking."
'Well, think outloud with the rest of us. Besides, we all need to talk to you anyway. Or, at least, most of us do. The ones that know anyway." Sirius's head popped up over the top of the chair, looking confused and frightened at the same time. James just smirked. 'What the hell are you going on about Prongs?" Sirius asked, hoping he didn't sound obvious. "You know perfectly well what I'm going on about, Padfoot. Now, I suggest you turn your chair around, and sit down." Everyone half expected Sirius to obey, but instead, he stood up, and glarred at James.
"No James." He said. "I don't know what you're going on about, and I don't want to hear it right now, alright? We have better things to be thinking about, and Charolette is one of them. She lost her entire family. You know the Minister's plan is to kill the rest of the Rones's. Let's just focus on Charolette now, and we'll talk later." Dead silence. Sirius smirked to himself. He shocked everyone out of their minds.
"Sirius is right." Severus Snape said, sitting down in the other chair by the fire. "We should be worrying about Charolette. I'm not going to let my goddaughter fall back into depression and hide herself from the world. I hope I'm not the only one that dosen't want to find her in the middle of the forbidden forrest, half dead." Sirius shook his head, finally resting it in his hands, elbows propped on his knees.
"Letting Molly get to her first probally wasn't the best medicine." Lily said, glancing at Sirius. "Because Charolette broke down, she'll never leave her alone. You can garauntee that." Several heads nodded their agreement.
"Mum'll never leave her be." Ron said quietly. "Maybe we should go pry her off of Charolette before she gets too attached. Soon, she'll starting treating her like a little kid again. And knowing how the feels like, it's not the best." Once again, several nods of agreement came.
"Then who goes to fetch her?" Severus asked, looking at every face before him. Every head began to look around the room. Finally, all eyes rested back Sirius. Whom had senced the attention, looked up.
"What?" He asked stupidly. "Me?"
"No, not you. The dog." Severus snorted. "Yes you, you blumbering mut. Go out there and save my baby.NOW!" Sirius jumped up instantly, and crossed the room in three strides, dissappearing down the hallway. James smirked.
"Nice one, Sev." He grinned.
"Naturally Potter, naturally."
A/N: What else to say? Disclaimer: Ok, this is the last one you're going to see. Hopefully it's sunk in in by...I don't own Harry Potter. Though as much as I wish I did, I don't. I only own the plott, and characters that I've spent the time to create.
Chapter 20
***** Never in my life have I seen so much blood. Even when I killed that family of three. But that was twelve years ago. This just isn't who I am anymore. Morgana had changed me, yes, but I changed after meeting Dumbledore. Merlin, so much blood.
Running through the Ministry was horror. Seeing all my employes and employers starring at me with shocked faces, some with horror etched into their skin, and then some with disgust. If only they'd seen the house, they'd know.
Blimey they'd know.
I don't want to have to do this. This wasn't on my list for a peacefull life. Looking for survivors in the true house of death isn't fun, it isn't what an everyday person would like to do. Myself being a Rones, and growing up in that house, I vowed to stay away from, didn't want to go back. Nothing is clear anymore.
Nothing.
*****
Charolette now sat in her defence office, head in hands, and a James Potter rubbing her shoulders. The woman was stressed beyond all measures and she would burst any minute of anyone else would have come into the room. Thankfully James had snuck in while she was sobbing.
Her brothers and sisters were sent to St. Mungos, and were being locked up in the mental department. Ethridge Jones had declared them dangerous mentally and physically after Epothy threatened the man for getting into his personal afairs with the battle that had gone on inside his home.
James hadn't gone to escort the rest of the Rones's to St. Mungos, he stayed behind to stay with Charolette. Somehow, he just knew she would need him. When he snuck in, his heart had dropped to his feet. There was Charolette, sobbing and crying her eyes out, cursing the Minister and herself. Her rescue plan had not gone as expected, in fact, it blew up in her face.
And to make the matters worse, Tonks had left an article on her desk. An article explaining the capture of Benji, Carlah, Darlah and Jack Rones. All whom were being sent to the same ward in St. Mungos. Charolette was an absolute mess.
"Hey," James said quietly, massaging the womans sholders, attempting to calm her down. "Hey, come on now, don't cry. It'll all turn out for the best." He doubted his own counsule. Charolette mannaged to turn the sobbing into sniffling and quite groaning. "Come now Charolette, maybe, maybe they were insane. You haven't seen them in five and a half years. I'd go insane sitting in a house, apparently full of blood." He glanced at her black shoes, shining still with red. "Just how deep was it all?"
"Only foot deep." She muttered sadly. "I still want to throw up." James inwardly kicked himself, and conjured his office chair and placed it next to the womans. He sat down, and draped an arm around her back, hugging her.
"I think we should call it a day. It's too early to begin working for you. I'll leave a couple of notes to the aurors and one to Jones, and we'll leave. Somehow, I think that some people are going to want to be with you. You could use a nice cup of hot cocoa." Charolette looked up, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears, but she still managed to smile at him gratefully. "There's the face we all love."
***** As quickly as I thought my life was taken away from me, James Potter. Bless him James Potter. He's the man of never ending hope that everyone needs in their life.
But I hate to admit it, he's right. It's too early to start working. It's been two days back into the world. I just need some time to get used to it all, and get most of my troubles off of my mind.
I want to go home. Home to Grimwald Place. Home to Sirius.
*****
Apon Charolettes arival through the fireplace, soot covered, weary looking and still puffy eyed, the house was once again, full of noise. Harry had yelled for the whole world to hear 'SHE'S HOME!', to let everyone else know that once again, Charolette was back. James had followed soon after, also bearing soot from head to foot. Harry muttered a cleaning spell, and cleaned his friend and father off.
He was opening his mouth to say something, but James stopped him with a stern glare, and led Charolette out of the family room into the empty living room. A fire was already going, giving off a lovely heat, relaxing the woman at once. She sank onto the velvet blue couch, wringing her hands.
The first one to arrive into the living room was the none other than Molly Weasley. James mentally kicked himself again. Thinking that the eldest Weasley woman would never find them in here, was absolutly poppycock. And instantly, the woman had gathered the other woman in a tight bear hug, muttereing apologies and advice none stop. Charolette hadn't said anything, but limply laid her head on the red heads shoulder.
***** I can't do it anymore. I don't have the will power to withdrawl from Molly Weasley's arms. I'm done fighting, I'm just done. No more will I ignore it all. This just has to stop. *****
It took everyone else several minutes to locate what room that Charolette was in, and soon, a group of people had gathered in front of the wide doorframe. All bearing the same sad looks as James, Mrs. Weasley and Charolette bore. Sirius looked the grimmest of them all.
Sighing, James went to stand with the crowed while Mrs. Weasley still had the victim in her bearhug. Charolette had her eyes closed, fresh tears visably sliding down her checks and to the floor. Molly had seemed to sence it, and refused to let the girl go. Eventually, Charolette had broken down into sobs once again, clutching onto the Weasley.
She shooed everyone away from the doors, and closed them, returning all her attention back to the crying girl, letting her cry on her shoulder. Instead of returning to their hobbies, everyone gathered in the family room, the next hallway over. Sirius threw himself in a chair in front of the fire, turning away from everyone else.
"Padfoot." James said cautiously. "Don't brood. Now's not a time."
"I'm not brooding." The man snapped. "Just thinking."
'Well, think outloud with the rest of us. Besides, we all need to talk to you anyway. Or, at least, most of us do. The ones that know anyway." Sirius's head popped up over the top of the chair, looking confused and frightened at the same time. James just smirked. 'What the hell are you going on about Prongs?" Sirius asked, hoping he didn't sound obvious. "You know perfectly well what I'm going on about, Padfoot. Now, I suggest you turn your chair around, and sit down." Everyone half expected Sirius to obey, but instead, he stood up, and glarred at James.
"No James." He said. "I don't know what you're going on about, and I don't want to hear it right now, alright? We have better things to be thinking about, and Charolette is one of them. She lost her entire family. You know the Minister's plan is to kill the rest of the Rones's. Let's just focus on Charolette now, and we'll talk later." Dead silence. Sirius smirked to himself. He shocked everyone out of their minds.
"Sirius is right." Severus Snape said, sitting down in the other chair by the fire. "We should be worrying about Charolette. I'm not going to let my goddaughter fall back into depression and hide herself from the world. I hope I'm not the only one that dosen't want to find her in the middle of the forbidden forrest, half dead." Sirius shook his head, finally resting it in his hands, elbows propped on his knees.
"Letting Molly get to her first probally wasn't the best medicine." Lily said, glancing at Sirius. "Because Charolette broke down, she'll never leave her alone. You can garauntee that." Several heads nodded their agreement.
"Mum'll never leave her be." Ron said quietly. "Maybe we should go pry her off of Charolette before she gets too attached. Soon, she'll starting treating her like a little kid again. And knowing how the feels like, it's not the best." Once again, several nods of agreement came.
"Then who goes to fetch her?" Severus asked, looking at every face before him. Every head began to look around the room. Finally, all eyes rested back Sirius. Whom had senced the attention, looked up.
"What?" He asked stupidly. "Me?"
"No, not you. The dog." Severus snorted. "Yes you, you blumbering mut. Go out there and save my baby.NOW!" Sirius jumped up instantly, and crossed the room in three strides, dissappearing down the hallway. James smirked.
"Nice one, Sev." He grinned.
"Naturally Potter, naturally."