To Hell And Back
Written by: Elven Warrior1
A/N: Yes yes yes..Ending a chapter with Charolette battling an unknown creature and a freaked out Sirius..yes..that smells like a cliffhanger to me *sniff sniff* Yeah..anyway, I think we're coming to a close on this story. And I'm in the right mind to write a sequal..but I want to know what you guys think. There are some stories that I have delete from my account, and the ones left are the ones I'm thinking on pursuing.
So here's where you come in. Read them, and let me know if I should continue..And here's something for your advantage..I am taking requests. Though, you're a bit restricted to what you can ask for me to write for you..I only do Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. Though I haven't written a LOTR story in a while..I actually deleted my one LOTR story..anyway, I'm babling.
On to the story! I'll do special thanks at the very end of this story..so don't worry! You'll get recognized.
Chapter Twenty-Four
"Ruuuuurh!" The created wailed again, making another attempt to slash Charolette into pieces. Mostlikely for breakfast the next morning. Charolette grinned, making another leap.
"Welll 'ruurh' yourself." Charolette smirked, throwing a branch at the raging animal. "You know, for a legendary Kesslink, you really are weak. Not to mention slow. I've come across one more vicious than you!" That threw the so called Kesslink into a horrible blinding rage. Charolette knew what she was doing.
Rage itself for Kesslinks were their weakest points. When it becomes furious beyond all reason, it's dumber than mountian trolls. Charolette was the only one left alive to fight these things.
***** This probally isn't the best thing in the world to do, but hey, I'm in a somewhat desperate need for something else to do then sneak off with Sirius. Though, as fun as that is going to be, you can't be a sorcerer and expect to live a monotone life now can we?!
Oh shit..I'm in trouble now... *****
Charolette let out a startled yell as the Kesslink suddenly dissappeared and reappeared right behind her, clawing her front badly. Ignoring the blood and shearing pain through her whole upperbody, she fainlly summoned her staff. A blinding flash of blue light, and there she stood, alone.
The Kesslink was dead.
***** That puts something else on my quirks and cons of my life. Everything I kill gets me one step closer back to Azkaban's steps.
I should have just sent the thing back to it's world.
No guilt now Charolette no no no. It attacked you and Sirius. You had to kill it, it would have killed Sirius. And he's the one keeping you alive right now.
Well, another thing to add to the list to prove of my insanity: Contineous battles with that odd male voice in the back of my head. Shut up Jock! *****
Deciding it would be best to get back to the house, Charolette turned and walked away. The body of the Kesslink slowly fading as death had taken it's toll, the killer walking away with nothing not a slashed torso.
The killer.
Guilt was never something of an issue to Charolette. She was brought up to kill and not give a second thought to the pleading and crying of the victim. But after her age of 12, and killing the family of 4, including two children roughly around 3 and 4, guilt never let Charolette sleep at night.
~Flash Back~
"Charolette, you know what you have to do." A tall black haired man said, striding forward to the 12 year old standing before him. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Remember, their pleading cannot stop the pure justice and watching others die by your hand. Your task awaits." Nodding, the girl turned away, and left her home. Crossing the street to the neighborhood nearby, she spotted the victims house.
'It's now or never. Or it's all or nothing.' She sang in her head. Eminem's songs had to keep her sanity from her family. Even as she obeyed, she still thought the Rones's to be a mental bunch.
Not bothoring to knock on the white painted door, Charolette entered the house, hood of her cloak drawn apon her face, staff in hand and glowing red. Red: the light of death.
The utter looks of horror on the family were terrifying. But the 12 year old Charolette had to do it. Each family member withered with pain, and slowly was torn apart from the inside out. Even their small children.
When she was finnished, 4 bodies lay before her, dead and bleeding from the mouth, eyes, noes and ears. A gruesome way to die, and horrible way to die. It wasn't quite and painless, it was long and bitter.
The bitter death that finally gutted Charolette.
For a week, she let the nightmares of her recent murder haunt her, never letting her sleep a single night peacefully. Each morning, she would apply as much makeup as she could to hide the bags under her eyes, and the scars on her wrists and hands. The guilt had started to destroy Charolette. Whom was only 12 years old.
She finally couldn't take it anymore. The guilt had attacked at full force, and she left Left without a trace, or even a hint as to where she was going. Her family woke up one morning, and found her gone.
Much to her dismay, her father did eventually find her in the bottom of a ditch outside of Germany. She was dirty, sick, and malnourished and apparently had not slept for the 3 months she was gone.
Several beatings had taught her not to run away again. Taking away the pain layed many many cuts on her arms and wrists, the sure sign of stuggle. It made who she was, and what she would always be. Then she was admitted into Hogwarts 4 years later.
~End of Flash Back~
Shuttering, Charolette continued her way back up to the Black Residence. Smirking as she saw every head cluttered in the windows of the back, looking for any sign of her or what she was battling. The back door had swung open, admitting Charolette inside. Everyone stared wide eyed.
"Oh it's just a simple scracth y'all." She sighed, wincing as she touched her own torso. "It'll be a simple clean up." Sirius jumped forward, grabbing the woman to him, he tore for the kitchen. Many followed suit, especially Remus and Severus. Remus locked Molly Weasley and the rest of the current occupants out of the room. Many unlocking spells were chanted, but none opened the door.
Sirius had lifted Charolette onto the counter, ripping her shirt completely off. It was bearly anything when the Kesslink was done with her. The shirt was at a loss anway. Though, Severus Snape was about ready to kill Sirius. Sirius ignored him anyway.
'What the hell happened out there?" Remus demanded, soaking a washcloth in warm soapy water. Charolette frowned. He was using the muggle way. "Sorry, but we want to see the wounds.." He dabbed her chest and stomach with the cloth. Charolette gave a painfull hiss before leaning back and hitting her head against the window behind her. "Sorry." He muttered, looking at the cloth covered in blood.
"What 'was' that?" Sirius asked, probally a little too harshly.
"A Kesslink." Charolette stated simply, giving another hiss. Severus's eyes widdened.
"I thought they were a rumor, a...a...a legend." He whispered, looking horrified. Charolette shook her head.
"Unfortinatly they're real. And mighty nasty when they're mad." She once again, gave another hiss.
'Sorry." Remus said again, still cleaning the best he could, applying pressure to the cut that wouldn't stop bleeding.
"But, what 'is' it?" Sirius asked, looking as frustrated as he felt. Which was very obvious from Charolette's position on the counter.
"A nasty creature not from out dear planet earth." Charolette supressed another hiss, instead arching her back slight, once again hitting her head on the window. "Damnit, bloody window."
"Why did it attack us?" Sirius asked, his voice much softer now. Charolette looked at him, trying to search for the best words. She didn't have the slightest idea to why it attacked, or how it even found the rift between worlds.
"I..don't know." Charolette admitted, shaking her head and placing a hand over her forehead. "It's not plausable how it found the rift, and how it knew where to find me. Something isn't right, unless it was only a fluke accident." Sirius sighed, looking scared now. He was just one for sudden emotions this evening. It broke Charolette's heart. Severus was in the same position as well. He looked stern.
"I'm forbidding you to leave the house." He said firmly, striding forward to take Remus's place. "2 bloody days out of Azkaban, you loose your family, get thrown into a job, and now attacked by un known creatures. You're not leaving this house. Do you understand me?" Charolette nodded numbly, eyes threatening to spill the tears she was holding back.
"Yes Uncle Sev." She whispered weakly. Her eyes closed as another cry threatened to escape her throat. The soap was really stinging and it was about ready to drive her insane. Maybe she already was.
The cleaning process continued, and the bleeding had stopped. The scars were healed, and Charolette was as good as new. Severus had ushered Charolette up to his room in the Black residence, and locked the door behind him, forbidding anyone to enter without his consent.
Severus had pushed Charolette into one of the chairs by the fire, and shoving a cup of hot tea in her hands, and pulled the other chair close to her. They hadn't said anything, but stare into the fire, both thinking.
"Uncle Sev?" Charolette asked after some time. He man brought his face to face hers. "Might as well consult you first." She muttered a bit, smirking as the mans expression changed to confusion. "What, that is to say, would you feel if I established a realtionship with Sirius?" She watched with a smirk as the man before her smiled at her. "Uncle Sev?"
"Charolette, I have full custody of you. Even if you're 22 years old. Because you're just out of that hell hole, Jones wants me to care for you untill you've fully gotten used to life. If Sirius will love you and will not hurt you, I'm all for it. I want to see you excelle in life, not be brought back down. "Charolette grinned, setting her cup down and taking her godfathers hands into her own. "But, the second he hurts you in any shape or form, he's dead." Charolette laughed.
"Yes yes Uncle Sev, I know."
A/N: Yes yes yes..Ending a chapter with Charolette battling an unknown creature and a freaked out Sirius..yes..that smells like a cliffhanger to me *sniff sniff* Yeah..anyway, I think we're coming to a close on this story. And I'm in the right mind to write a sequal..but I want to know what you guys think. There are some stories that I have delete from my account, and the ones left are the ones I'm thinking on pursuing.
So here's where you come in. Read them, and let me know if I should continue..And here's something for your advantage..I am taking requests. Though, you're a bit restricted to what you can ask for me to write for you..I only do Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. Though I haven't written a LOTR story in a while..I actually deleted my one LOTR story..anyway, I'm babling.
On to the story! I'll do special thanks at the very end of this story..so don't worry! You'll get recognized.
Chapter Twenty-Four
"Ruuuuurh!" The created wailed again, making another attempt to slash Charolette into pieces. Mostlikely for breakfast the next morning. Charolette grinned, making another leap.
"Welll 'ruurh' yourself." Charolette smirked, throwing a branch at the raging animal. "You know, for a legendary Kesslink, you really are weak. Not to mention slow. I've come across one more vicious than you!" That threw the so called Kesslink into a horrible blinding rage. Charolette knew what she was doing.
Rage itself for Kesslinks were their weakest points. When it becomes furious beyond all reason, it's dumber than mountian trolls. Charolette was the only one left alive to fight these things.
***** This probally isn't the best thing in the world to do, but hey, I'm in a somewhat desperate need for something else to do then sneak off with Sirius. Though, as fun as that is going to be, you can't be a sorcerer and expect to live a monotone life now can we?!
Oh shit..I'm in trouble now... *****
Charolette let out a startled yell as the Kesslink suddenly dissappeared and reappeared right behind her, clawing her front badly. Ignoring the blood and shearing pain through her whole upperbody, she fainlly summoned her staff. A blinding flash of blue light, and there she stood, alone.
The Kesslink was dead.
***** That puts something else on my quirks and cons of my life. Everything I kill gets me one step closer back to Azkaban's steps.
I should have just sent the thing back to it's world.
No guilt now Charolette no no no. It attacked you and Sirius. You had to kill it, it would have killed Sirius. And he's the one keeping you alive right now.
Well, another thing to add to the list to prove of my insanity: Contineous battles with that odd male voice in the back of my head. Shut up Jock! *****
Deciding it would be best to get back to the house, Charolette turned and walked away. The body of the Kesslink slowly fading as death had taken it's toll, the killer walking away with nothing not a slashed torso.
The killer.
Guilt was never something of an issue to Charolette. She was brought up to kill and not give a second thought to the pleading and crying of the victim. But after her age of 12, and killing the family of 4, including two children roughly around 3 and 4, guilt never let Charolette sleep at night.
~Flash Back~
"Charolette, you know what you have to do." A tall black haired man said, striding forward to the 12 year old standing before him. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Remember, their pleading cannot stop the pure justice and watching others die by your hand. Your task awaits." Nodding, the girl turned away, and left her home. Crossing the street to the neighborhood nearby, she spotted the victims house.
'It's now or never. Or it's all or nothing.' She sang in her head. Eminem's songs had to keep her sanity from her family. Even as she obeyed, she still thought the Rones's to be a mental bunch.
Not bothoring to knock on the white painted door, Charolette entered the house, hood of her cloak drawn apon her face, staff in hand and glowing red. Red: the light of death.
The utter looks of horror on the family were terrifying. But the 12 year old Charolette had to do it. Each family member withered with pain, and slowly was torn apart from the inside out. Even their small children.
When she was finnished, 4 bodies lay before her, dead and bleeding from the mouth, eyes, noes and ears. A gruesome way to die, and horrible way to die. It wasn't quite and painless, it was long and bitter.
The bitter death that finally gutted Charolette.
For a week, she let the nightmares of her recent murder haunt her, never letting her sleep a single night peacefully. Each morning, she would apply as much makeup as she could to hide the bags under her eyes, and the scars on her wrists and hands. The guilt had started to destroy Charolette. Whom was only 12 years old.
She finally couldn't take it anymore. The guilt had attacked at full force, and she left Left without a trace, or even a hint as to where she was going. Her family woke up one morning, and found her gone.
Much to her dismay, her father did eventually find her in the bottom of a ditch outside of Germany. She was dirty, sick, and malnourished and apparently had not slept for the 3 months she was gone.
Several beatings had taught her not to run away again. Taking away the pain layed many many cuts on her arms and wrists, the sure sign of stuggle. It made who she was, and what she would always be. Then she was admitted into Hogwarts 4 years later.
~End of Flash Back~
Shuttering, Charolette continued her way back up to the Black Residence. Smirking as she saw every head cluttered in the windows of the back, looking for any sign of her or what she was battling. The back door had swung open, admitting Charolette inside. Everyone stared wide eyed.
"Oh it's just a simple scracth y'all." She sighed, wincing as she touched her own torso. "It'll be a simple clean up." Sirius jumped forward, grabbing the woman to him, he tore for the kitchen. Many followed suit, especially Remus and Severus. Remus locked Molly Weasley and the rest of the current occupants out of the room. Many unlocking spells were chanted, but none opened the door.
Sirius had lifted Charolette onto the counter, ripping her shirt completely off. It was bearly anything when the Kesslink was done with her. The shirt was at a loss anway. Though, Severus Snape was about ready to kill Sirius. Sirius ignored him anyway.
'What the hell happened out there?" Remus demanded, soaking a washcloth in warm soapy water. Charolette frowned. He was using the muggle way. "Sorry, but we want to see the wounds.." He dabbed her chest and stomach with the cloth. Charolette gave a painfull hiss before leaning back and hitting her head against the window behind her. "Sorry." He muttered, looking at the cloth covered in blood.
"What 'was' that?" Sirius asked, probally a little too harshly.
"A Kesslink." Charolette stated simply, giving another hiss. Severus's eyes widdened.
"I thought they were a rumor, a...a...a legend." He whispered, looking horrified. Charolette shook her head.
"Unfortinatly they're real. And mighty nasty when they're mad." She once again, gave another hiss.
'Sorry." Remus said again, still cleaning the best he could, applying pressure to the cut that wouldn't stop bleeding.
"But, what 'is' it?" Sirius asked, looking as frustrated as he felt. Which was very obvious from Charolette's position on the counter.
"A nasty creature not from out dear planet earth." Charolette supressed another hiss, instead arching her back slight, once again hitting her head on the window. "Damnit, bloody window."
"Why did it attack us?" Sirius asked, his voice much softer now. Charolette looked at him, trying to search for the best words. She didn't have the slightest idea to why it attacked, or how it even found the rift between worlds.
"I..don't know." Charolette admitted, shaking her head and placing a hand over her forehead. "It's not plausable how it found the rift, and how it knew where to find me. Something isn't right, unless it was only a fluke accident." Sirius sighed, looking scared now. He was just one for sudden emotions this evening. It broke Charolette's heart. Severus was in the same position as well. He looked stern.
"I'm forbidding you to leave the house." He said firmly, striding forward to take Remus's place. "2 bloody days out of Azkaban, you loose your family, get thrown into a job, and now attacked by un known creatures. You're not leaving this house. Do you understand me?" Charolette nodded numbly, eyes threatening to spill the tears she was holding back.
"Yes Uncle Sev." She whispered weakly. Her eyes closed as another cry threatened to escape her throat. The soap was really stinging and it was about ready to drive her insane. Maybe she already was.
The cleaning process continued, and the bleeding had stopped. The scars were healed, and Charolette was as good as new. Severus had ushered Charolette up to his room in the Black residence, and locked the door behind him, forbidding anyone to enter without his consent.
Severus had pushed Charolette into one of the chairs by the fire, and shoving a cup of hot tea in her hands, and pulled the other chair close to her. They hadn't said anything, but stare into the fire, both thinking.
"Uncle Sev?" Charolette asked after some time. He man brought his face to face hers. "Might as well consult you first." She muttered a bit, smirking as the mans expression changed to confusion. "What, that is to say, would you feel if I established a realtionship with Sirius?" She watched with a smirk as the man before her smiled at her. "Uncle Sev?"
"Charolette, I have full custody of you. Even if you're 22 years old. Because you're just out of that hell hole, Jones wants me to care for you untill you've fully gotten used to life. If Sirius will love you and will not hurt you, I'm all for it. I want to see you excelle in life, not be brought back down. "Charolette grinned, setting her cup down and taking her godfathers hands into her own. "But, the second he hurts you in any shape or form, he's dead." Charolette laughed.
"Yes yes Uncle Sev, I know."