Dream Come True
By: endofall
Chapter Ten: Belonging to Evil
Jennie had stayed in her room all day. She was sick of The Order and how they treated her. Life there was nothing . They treated her like an object, a broken object. But then again, that's how she was always treated. Why had she expected this to differ? A few times Molly had come to her door. Jennie refused to talk to her. She wondered how much longer she could lay in her pajamas. All day? How could she possibly deal with such boredom? She muttered to herself something about making up a dream. Soon…she drifted off to sleep.
"Jennie…" The voice soothed. "Don't you WANT revenge? Revenge on the order? They invaded your privacy. In fact, they gave you no privacy. They treated you like some- some newspaper!"
"Well, yeah. But I don't want to actually kill anyone! Can't I help some other way? Do something to hurt them without killing them?" Jennie shuffled nervously as she stared at her bare feet. "NO! What do you think you could possibly do?" The voice thundered.
"I don't know." Jennie muttered, "You're the mastermind here."
"I told you my idea. But you didn't like that! I'm sure you'll grow accustomed to doing things you won't like. While in my service. And I'm afraid- We'll begin with this." He tried to be gentle with the new servant. After all, she was crucial. His voice emitted calmness but ready to ensure that his plan was followed out just so.
"What exactly do I do? And who specifically am I harming?" Jennie let out a deep sigh of cooperation. "That's a good girl. I knew you would see it my way. Lucky for you, it's a simple plan. You're a beginner. All you need to do is get rid of Dumbledore. That's all! Nothing more!" He chuckled generously. "But…how?" Jennie began. "Uh uh uh. No, No. I'm not even going to make you harm anyone! Silly girl. That takes time. And after all we don't need your trust diminished in their eyes! You're the key. No…you can't even be suspected. Are you a good actress?" A pause of silence followed. "If you will me to be." Jennie said soothingly, "Not a problem."
"Then listen closely, my dear girl. This will be a crucial plot. But for a girl with your talent, I believe this will be quite simple. Take note of what I say and take care not to mess it up."
Jennie sat bolt upright in her bed. "Whoa" she panted as she wiped beads of sweat from her hot forehead. Her hand suddenly flew to a lingering pain in her upper arm. Slowly, the burning sensation began to ebb. She lifted her sleeve and saw a dark inky blob disappear. She shrugged. Jennie wasn't all that thrilled with The Order. But to lead Dumbledore into his death plot? The confident twinkle in his eye. He had been willing to care for Jennie. And WHO was that voice? Honestly. She had no one to tell since Fred and herself had their falling out. The dream would come true. It was just a question of when and where. As usual.
Jennie turned on the shower. The pulsating beads of water massaged her back and shoulders relieving her tension and fear. From the dream. The last of the adrenaline lifted from her in a fog to join the steam. Once she was clean, she dressed and made it clear to herself that she needed to do something about all of this.
She found herself traveling down the hallway in search of Fred before it even registered in her mind. A small knock. Jennie found herself running down the hallway in retreat. Fred saw her and shook his head with a look of disgust. He slammed the doors so hard that the photographs shook on the walls. Approach. Run. Approach. Run. Approach.
This time, she was going to talk to him. If only briefly. Straightening herself, she smoothed her T-Shirt and hair and knocked. "Yes?" George asked unsurely looking at her. She slumped. "Where's Fred?" Jennie asked. "God forbid you visit ME once in a while." She gave him a purposeful look and he sighed and finally said, "Diagon Alley. We do own a shop. Remember? You were there once."
"When did he leave?" Jennie sighed. "Just now. He Apparated. I was just about to leave also. Until I was rudely interrupted. But if you MUST speak with him, I shall let him know you came. As your humble servant." He gave a deep bow. Her eyes widened. "NO!" She yelled at him. He came up quickly, "Alright then. I won't tell him…"
"You've done enough already." She muttered, "I was never here. OK? I never talked to you today. Which, you would have deserved."
"What-ever" he said in a high pitched voice and Apparated to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. He would defiantly tell him.
Danny's brown barn owl swooped through The Order's kitchen. Molly had scarcely noticed it until it began to hoot irritably. "Yes. Yes. Alright." She soothed taking the parchment scroll off of his leg and handing him a cracker. "Addressed to Jennie. That's strange. Does she know anyone here? I haven't seen her leave the house except for school supplies." Molly grumbled to herself making her way up the stairs. "Jennie!" she knocked briskly. "Open up!" She commanded. No answer. "Maybe she isn't here." Molly said aloud sliding the parchment under the door.
Jennie saw Danny's distinct script and raced over to open it. Why did Molly act like she was allowed to have owls and leave the house at her will? Her face scrunched and she began to read the letter.
"Dear Jennie,
Where have you been? Are you OK? I haven't seen or heard from you! I've owled you countless times and got all of the letters back unopened. What's the deal? I'm trying this one last time to owl you. So- If you get this let me know. If you want to end it, you could just have told me.
- Danny"
The Order had been intercepting her letters! But, why then, did Molly decide to give her this letter? It had to be…because she didn't know. Jennie thought, and without a second glance, she ran down to the kitchen to sort this out.
By: endofall
Chapter Ten: Belonging to Evil
Jennie had stayed in her room all day. She was sick of The Order and how they treated her. Life there was nothing . They treated her like an object, a broken object. But then again, that's how she was always treated. Why had she expected this to differ? A few times Molly had come to her door. Jennie refused to talk to her. She wondered how much longer she could lay in her pajamas. All day? How could she possibly deal with such boredom? She muttered to herself something about making up a dream. Soon…she drifted off to sleep.
"Jennie…" The voice soothed. "Don't you WANT revenge? Revenge on the order? They invaded your privacy. In fact, they gave you no privacy. They treated you like some- some newspaper!"
"Well, yeah. But I don't want to actually kill anyone! Can't I help some other way? Do something to hurt them without killing them?" Jennie shuffled nervously as she stared at her bare feet. "NO! What do you think you could possibly do?" The voice thundered.
"I don't know." Jennie muttered, "You're the mastermind here."
"I told you my idea. But you didn't like that! I'm sure you'll grow accustomed to doing things you won't like. While in my service. And I'm afraid- We'll begin with this." He tried to be gentle with the new servant. After all, she was crucial. His voice emitted calmness but ready to ensure that his plan was followed out just so.
"What exactly do I do? And who specifically am I harming?" Jennie let out a deep sigh of cooperation. "That's a good girl. I knew you would see it my way. Lucky for you, it's a simple plan. You're a beginner. All you need to do is get rid of Dumbledore. That's all! Nothing more!" He chuckled generously. "But…how?" Jennie began. "Uh uh uh. No, No. I'm not even going to make you harm anyone! Silly girl. That takes time. And after all we don't need your trust diminished in their eyes! You're the key. No…you can't even be suspected. Are you a good actress?" A pause of silence followed. "If you will me to be." Jennie said soothingly, "Not a problem."
"Then listen closely, my dear girl. This will be a crucial plot. But for a girl with your talent, I believe this will be quite simple. Take note of what I say and take care not to mess it up."
Jennie sat bolt upright in her bed. "Whoa" she panted as she wiped beads of sweat from her hot forehead. Her hand suddenly flew to a lingering pain in her upper arm. Slowly, the burning sensation began to ebb. She lifted her sleeve and saw a dark inky blob disappear. She shrugged. Jennie wasn't all that thrilled with The Order. But to lead Dumbledore into his death plot? The confident twinkle in his eye. He had been willing to care for Jennie. And WHO was that voice? Honestly. She had no one to tell since Fred and herself had their falling out. The dream would come true. It was just a question of when and where. As usual.
Jennie turned on the shower. The pulsating beads of water massaged her back and shoulders relieving her tension and fear. From the dream. The last of the adrenaline lifted from her in a fog to join the steam. Once she was clean, she dressed and made it clear to herself that she needed to do something about all of this.
She found herself traveling down the hallway in search of Fred before it even registered in her mind. A small knock. Jennie found herself running down the hallway in retreat. Fred saw her and shook his head with a look of disgust. He slammed the doors so hard that the photographs shook on the walls. Approach. Run. Approach. Run. Approach.
This time, she was going to talk to him. If only briefly. Straightening herself, she smoothed her T-Shirt and hair and knocked. "Yes?" George asked unsurely looking at her. She slumped. "Where's Fred?" Jennie asked. "God forbid you visit ME once in a while." She gave him a purposeful look and he sighed and finally said, "Diagon Alley. We do own a shop. Remember? You were there once."
"When did he leave?" Jennie sighed. "Just now. He Apparated. I was just about to leave also. Until I was rudely interrupted. But if you MUST speak with him, I shall let him know you came. As your humble servant." He gave a deep bow. Her eyes widened. "NO!" She yelled at him. He came up quickly, "Alright then. I won't tell him…"
"You've done enough already." She muttered, "I was never here. OK? I never talked to you today. Which, you would have deserved."
"What-ever" he said in a high pitched voice and Apparated to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. He would defiantly tell him.
Danny's brown barn owl swooped through The Order's kitchen. Molly had scarcely noticed it until it began to hoot irritably. "Yes. Yes. Alright." She soothed taking the parchment scroll off of his leg and handing him a cracker. "Addressed to Jennie. That's strange. Does she know anyone here? I haven't seen her leave the house except for school supplies." Molly grumbled to herself making her way up the stairs. "Jennie!" she knocked briskly. "Open up!" She commanded. No answer. "Maybe she isn't here." Molly said aloud sliding the parchment under the door.
Jennie saw Danny's distinct script and raced over to open it. Why did Molly act like she was allowed to have owls and leave the house at her will? Her face scrunched and she began to read the letter.
"Dear Jennie,
Where have you been? Are you OK? I haven't seen or heard from you! I've owled you countless times and got all of the letters back unopened. What's the deal? I'm trying this one last time to owl you. So- If you get this let me know. If you want to end it, you could just have told me.
- Danny"
The Order had been intercepting her letters! But, why then, did Molly decide to give her this letter? It had to be…because she didn't know. Jennie thought, and without a second glance, she ran down to the kitchen to sort this out.