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The Here & Now
Her legs ached, her sweat drenched clothes rubbed her skin raw as Neenu ran along the night streets of London.
She couldn't apprate because they would hear her, she could fly without a broom. She was utterly helpless running for her life & her sanity.
They could not catch her, she wouldn't let them. She just couldn't go back to what she had become all those years ago. An emotionless killer preying on Muggles & Wizard folk alike. Trained to perfection as an assassin for Voldermort's Death Eaters & then stolen from her life she knew with them to be exploited by the Ministry of Magic until she broke under the strain of her worthless existence.
She had never known her Parents; Voldermort had always told her that his Death Eaters had killed them when she was taken. She was a baby when the cloaked devils took her from her mother's arms and brought her up in a world of blood & pain.
But it was all she ever knew, though the relentless beatings & lashings never flickered the burning flame within her that had made her Voldermort's ultimate treasure.
Then at the age of eight, when she was travelling to her next victim's home, the Ministry attacked, they killed everyone one of Neenu's temporary family, save her. For they pitied her, saddened by such a cruel life. But they did not keep her alive only for pity, they could see use in her tear stained eyes, why not turn their own weapon against them?
Years of the strongest memory charms, countless potions, they broke her once violent mind & tried to use her against what remained of the death eaters.
But it didn't work; she broke down, going mad inside her confused mind ripped between three different worlds. Death Eaters, Ministry or that of a normal life.
Finding no way to stop her detrition they locked her up in Azkaban, by this time she was only 15.
Her mind turned to mush in that Dementor ridden hell house, she felt at times as though death was her only answer to take away all of her sadness. Then a gleaming light shone within those dark halls. A voice came to her in a dream, comforting & claming her.
Every time she closed her eyes she hoped for this angel in the black to talk to her again & he did, only a little at first, then his conversations were long & wise, keeping Neenu from the brink of madness.
One stormy night the voice did not come, instead a man crept into her dreams, he looked so familiar, his raven hair hung as messy & dirty as her own. The same look of years of torment lined his face. His only words that night were
"Good Evening My Lady, You may call me Sirius"
As time went by these two people grew to be friends which was something Neenu was not used to, for she had never had a real friend. She learned that he to was a Azkaban prisoner, who had been framed for a crime he didn't commit. Neenu poured out her heart to this known stranger, revealing everything about the Death Eaters & the Ministry & even the flashes of memory of her short childhood with her real family.
Then one dream he told Neenu he planned to escape.
The next night he was ready, before he departed he wished Neenu well, sorry for the fact she couldn't escape with him. Although this tore her heart in two Neenu pushed aside the pain & bade goodbye to her Sirius. Before leaving, Sirius, spoke to Neenu telling her if she ever got out, to find a man named Reamus Lupin, for he would help her find him.
Crying in her lonely cell she curled up in ball as she heard the noises of the alarms going off outside.
"God I hope he makes it out" was her only thought as loneliness crept it's way back t her mind
Her mind suddenly returned to the here & now as something caught her by the arm and swung her around the corner into a shadowed street. She drew her wand ready to defend herself but found herself looking into the eyes of a werewolf
The Here & Now
Her legs ached, her sweat drenched clothes rubbed her skin raw as Neenu ran along the night streets of London.
She couldn't apprate because they would hear her, she could fly without a broom. She was utterly helpless running for her life & her sanity.
They could not catch her, she wouldn't let them. She just couldn't go back to what she had become all those years ago. An emotionless killer preying on Muggles & Wizard folk alike. Trained to perfection as an assassin for Voldermort's Death Eaters & then stolen from her life she knew with them to be exploited by the Ministry of Magic until she broke under the strain of her worthless existence.
She had never known her Parents; Voldermort had always told her that his Death Eaters had killed them when she was taken. She was a baby when the cloaked devils took her from her mother's arms and brought her up in a world of blood & pain.
But it was all she ever knew, though the relentless beatings & lashings never flickered the burning flame within her that had made her Voldermort's ultimate treasure.
Then at the age of eight, when she was travelling to her next victim's home, the Ministry attacked, they killed everyone one of Neenu's temporary family, save her. For they pitied her, saddened by such a cruel life. But they did not keep her alive only for pity, they could see use in her tear stained eyes, why not turn their own weapon against them?
Years of the strongest memory charms, countless potions, they broke her once violent mind & tried to use her against what remained of the death eaters.
But it didn't work; she broke down, going mad inside her confused mind ripped between three different worlds. Death Eaters, Ministry or that of a normal life.
Finding no way to stop her detrition they locked her up in Azkaban, by this time she was only 15.
Her mind turned to mush in that Dementor ridden hell house, she felt at times as though death was her only answer to take away all of her sadness. Then a gleaming light shone within those dark halls. A voice came to her in a dream, comforting & claming her.
Every time she closed her eyes she hoped for this angel in the black to talk to her again & he did, only a little at first, then his conversations were long & wise, keeping Neenu from the brink of madness.
One stormy night the voice did not come, instead a man crept into her dreams, he looked so familiar, his raven hair hung as messy & dirty as her own. The same look of years of torment lined his face. His only words that night were
"Good Evening My Lady, You may call me Sirius"
As time went by these two people grew to be friends which was something Neenu was not used to, for she had never had a real friend. She learned that he to was a Azkaban prisoner, who had been framed for a crime he didn't commit. Neenu poured out her heart to this known stranger, revealing everything about the Death Eaters & the Ministry & even the flashes of memory of her short childhood with her real family.
Then one dream he told Neenu he planned to escape.
The next night he was ready, before he departed he wished Neenu well, sorry for the fact she couldn't escape with him. Although this tore her heart in two Neenu pushed aside the pain & bade goodbye to her Sirius. Before leaving, Sirius, spoke to Neenu telling her if she ever got out, to find a man named Reamus Lupin, for he would help her find him.
Crying in her lonely cell she curled up in ball as she heard the noises of the alarms going off outside.
"God I hope he makes it out" was her only thought as loneliness crept it's way back t her mind
Her mind suddenly returned to the here & now as something caught her by the arm and swung her around the corner into a shadowed street. She drew her wand ready to defend herself but found herself looking into the eyes of a werewolf