Dream Come True
by:endofall
Chapter Fourteen: Betrayal
"I could always feed you...If you happened to agree to fulfill an assignment." Wormtail's face was illuminated by candle light. Lying without energy, Jennie nodded furiously. Wordlessly, he slid a bowl of gruel through the bars. She crawled over to it anxiously slurping the whole bowl as she lay. "I shall send the Dark Lord soon. He wants a word with you." Wormtail stepped away from the cage, blew out the candle and left the room. His echoing footsteps retreated down the eerie hallway. Jennie waited. She was fed again twice the next day. Still weak, she sat in the corner propped up by the bars. Numbly she looked around the dark room. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was or how long she had been there.
Finally, the door knob turned slowly. Anxiety washed over her body in a wave, as the Dark Lord strode in the room, bearing a candle. Blinkingly, her sunken face was illuminated. "You. Have gotten an owl." He said evenly. His face reflected anger. "My Death Eater found your trunk and your owl. It seems that someone has sent you a letter." Jennie stood up quickly for the first time in days and lost her balance. She fell down hard on the packed dirt floor. "I've already read it. Here." apparently annoyed, handing it to her through the bars. She ignored the throb in her bottom and legs, and crawled to meet his hand.
"Dear Jennie,
You can't do this! Come back! Please! If we tell Dumbledore he can figure something out! He's already hidden Harry. He can hide you...or even us. Jen, Please don't do this. You're making a mistake. You never told anyone anything! You're NOT an informant! I won't tell if you come back. But if you don't...
Fred."
Jennie began to cry softly. "I believe I have an idea." Voldemort's eyes were fierce. "You can turn this offset into an advantage."
"You...DON'T HURT FRED!" Jennie wailed, her voice hoarse. Suddenly, she felt brave. The Dark Lord seemed a bit annoyed at her outburst. "I'll do as I please. At the moment, I don't have a need to." He said threatening her. Jennie sobered. "What you can do is find out where they have hidden Harry, and I believe I can keep you and this Fred safe. For the time being." He pressed on. "DON'T DO IT JENNIE! IT'S A TRICK! HE'LL KILL YOU BOTH WHEN HE'S DONE WITH YOU!!!" Sara Camui's voice rang from the doorway, she was struggling in the grasp of two rather large Death Eaters.
"Sara..." Jennie whispered. Sara stopped struggling. "Stop. Leave the girl here. Hold her fast." the Dark Lord told the two. "Virgencina- Jennie. You know. She's not really your friend. I'll tell you why. I ordered her to pretend to be. To bring you to me. Oh and Danny, Aneliese, Carmen, all of your friends. Working to slowly turn you over to me. Fred is your only true friend..." Voldemort said, angrily glaring at Sara, whose expression was grave as she panted. "No. NO!" Sara screamed shaking her head. "You are my friend!" Sara pleaded. The Dark Lord nodded shortly, and the Death Eaters dragged her away. "He's a LIAR!" She screamed frantically from down the hall. "A LIAR!" her voice echoed. With a glare of frustration and tears rapidly sliding down her face as she said, "I'll do it."
"Just like your father. Compliant when shown the lies around him. I value that in a Death Eater." the Dark Lord thought aloud. He turned to leave. "Tell me." Jennie said feebly, as she stared downward. "I RESENT YOUR COMMANDS!" the Dark Lord yelled raising his wand to her, her face showed no fear. Just disappointment. After pondering a moment, he yelled "Crucio". She shook violently, and pain seared throughout her being. Once the curse had lifted, the Dark Lord had remained to watch. Jennie looked determined and angered. Not scared or hurt. "I do not take orders, girl. Keep that in mind."
Wormtail came into the room to feed Jennie for the last time that day. "Hey! Um...You!" Jennie said taking her bowl. The short man turned to face her silently. "I have a question." Jennie said. "Wormtail." he muttered. "Yeah, whatever. Did you know my dad?" Jennie asked frustration creeping into her voice. "Yes." He said softly. "What was he like?" Jennie asked solemnly. Wormtail hesitated. "All I know is that he was above me, and that he was one of the most vicious and unquestioning killers known to mankind. He died when he began to be too proud for his own good, and decided that he was above taking orders. How old are you?" He asked abruptly. "Yeah." Jennie said, eyes trained to the dirt floor. "Before you were born. Then I suppose your mom wanted to flee the Dark Lord and moved to America. But I don't know why the Dark Lord never pursued the rest of your family. He knew where you were and all. And it was possible that his child would be the same. But I'm just a lowly Death Eater." "Thanks." Jennie said frostily. Wormtail paused before opening the door, "Don't end up like him. Follow orders." He turned the door knob, and left.
i "Maybe someone in your family did not do the best of things."i That's what Dumbledore had said when she was sorted into Slytherin. Was she destined to follow his path? The only way to survive this would be to follow orders and take an opportunity to escape. Yet again, her "gifts" had caused more trouble than they were worth.
"Dear Fred,
I don't know if I will go through with it. I don't know how to get to him and all. I think I will listen to you, Fred. But I can't come back. I can't be treated as I was. Maybe I could stay with Harry? Where is he?
Love,
Jennie"
Jennie wrote quickly from inside her cage by candle light under the watchful eye of her new master. Her words were powered by the knowledge of all her friends' fakeness. Sara and all of her past friends had been Death Eaters. She handed him the finished letter. "Good." He said placidly. "You're coming along quite nicely." He mentioned leaving. Jennie began to doubt her choices. To let Harry die, and save herself and Fred. And that might not even be a permanent saving. It was still wrong. There was nothing she could do now.
Fred's response came two hours later. It was slipped through the bars by a very angry Dark Lord.
"Dear Jennie,
I can't possibly tell you where Harry is by owl. It could be intercepted. You should know that. Just please come back. I'm sorry for being so horrible to you. Please...Just come back. I miss you.
Love,
Fred"
When Jennie looked up at him expectantly, he shoved a quill, inkwell, and parchment into the cage. "Write that you'll come back to the order Monday night. And write it fast."
"Dear Fred,
I can't. But-I...need to see you. I miss you too. I'll come back for a little while. Meet me in my old room at 1:00 a.m on Monday morning. Leave the window open a crack.
Love,
Jennie"
Voldemort snatched it through the bars. "After this, you will go back to the Order. To work on the inside. I'll need you to bring me Dumbledore."
"I won't go back there!!! Isn't one betrayal enough?" Jennie nervously panted. "NO! What did you think? You come to me, to become a Death Eater and then decide after doing one thing that you can go merrily on your way?" Voldemort yelled angrily.
Jennie glared at the floor. "YOU ARE A DEATH EATER! INDEBTED TO ME UNTIL YOU DIE! AND IF YOU DECIDE NOT TO FOLLOW ORDERS, IT MAY BE SOONER THAN YOU LIKE!" Voldemort continued yelling, and stormed out. "WAIT!" Jennie called out. "What?!" He reopened the door and snapped irritated at her. "Allow me to talk with Sara Camui? Alone. I'll willingly go back then. I know I'm the only one you have that can. Or you wouldn't trust me with such a job." Jennie said bravely. "IT IS NO MATTER TO ME! SPEAK TO YOUR BETRAYER!" He stormed off.
by:endofall
Chapter Fourteen: Betrayal
"I could always feed you...If you happened to agree to fulfill an assignment." Wormtail's face was illuminated by candle light. Lying without energy, Jennie nodded furiously. Wordlessly, he slid a bowl of gruel through the bars. She crawled over to it anxiously slurping the whole bowl as she lay. "I shall send the Dark Lord soon. He wants a word with you." Wormtail stepped away from the cage, blew out the candle and left the room. His echoing footsteps retreated down the eerie hallway. Jennie waited. She was fed again twice the next day. Still weak, she sat in the corner propped up by the bars. Numbly she looked around the dark room. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was or how long she had been there.
Finally, the door knob turned slowly. Anxiety washed over her body in a wave, as the Dark Lord strode in the room, bearing a candle. Blinkingly, her sunken face was illuminated. "You. Have gotten an owl." He said evenly. His face reflected anger. "My Death Eater found your trunk and your owl. It seems that someone has sent you a letter." Jennie stood up quickly for the first time in days and lost her balance. She fell down hard on the packed dirt floor. "I've already read it. Here." apparently annoyed, handing it to her through the bars. She ignored the throb in her bottom and legs, and crawled to meet his hand.
"Dear Jennie,
You can't do this! Come back! Please! If we tell Dumbledore he can figure something out! He's already hidden Harry. He can hide you...or even us. Jen, Please don't do this. You're making a mistake. You never told anyone anything! You're NOT an informant! I won't tell if you come back. But if you don't...
Fred."
Jennie began to cry softly. "I believe I have an idea." Voldemort's eyes were fierce. "You can turn this offset into an advantage."
"You...DON'T HURT FRED!" Jennie wailed, her voice hoarse. Suddenly, she felt brave. The Dark Lord seemed a bit annoyed at her outburst. "I'll do as I please. At the moment, I don't have a need to." He said threatening her. Jennie sobered. "What you can do is find out where they have hidden Harry, and I believe I can keep you and this Fred safe. For the time being." He pressed on. "DON'T DO IT JENNIE! IT'S A TRICK! HE'LL KILL YOU BOTH WHEN HE'S DONE WITH YOU!!!" Sara Camui's voice rang from the doorway, she was struggling in the grasp of two rather large Death Eaters.
"Sara..." Jennie whispered. Sara stopped struggling. "Stop. Leave the girl here. Hold her fast." the Dark Lord told the two. "Virgencina- Jennie. You know. She's not really your friend. I'll tell you why. I ordered her to pretend to be. To bring you to me. Oh and Danny, Aneliese, Carmen, all of your friends. Working to slowly turn you over to me. Fred is your only true friend..." Voldemort said, angrily glaring at Sara, whose expression was grave as she panted. "No. NO!" Sara screamed shaking her head. "You are my friend!" Sara pleaded. The Dark Lord nodded shortly, and the Death Eaters dragged her away. "He's a LIAR!" She screamed frantically from down the hall. "A LIAR!" her voice echoed. With a glare of frustration and tears rapidly sliding down her face as she said, "I'll do it."
"Just like your father. Compliant when shown the lies around him. I value that in a Death Eater." the Dark Lord thought aloud. He turned to leave. "Tell me." Jennie said feebly, as she stared downward. "I RESENT YOUR COMMANDS!" the Dark Lord yelled raising his wand to her, her face showed no fear. Just disappointment. After pondering a moment, he yelled "Crucio". She shook violently, and pain seared throughout her being. Once the curse had lifted, the Dark Lord had remained to watch. Jennie looked determined and angered. Not scared or hurt. "I do not take orders, girl. Keep that in mind."
Wormtail came into the room to feed Jennie for the last time that day. "Hey! Um...You!" Jennie said taking her bowl. The short man turned to face her silently. "I have a question." Jennie said. "Wormtail." he muttered. "Yeah, whatever. Did you know my dad?" Jennie asked frustration creeping into her voice. "Yes." He said softly. "What was he like?" Jennie asked solemnly. Wormtail hesitated. "All I know is that he was above me, and that he was one of the most vicious and unquestioning killers known to mankind. He died when he began to be too proud for his own good, and decided that he was above taking orders. How old are you?" He asked abruptly. "Yeah." Jennie said, eyes trained to the dirt floor. "Before you were born. Then I suppose your mom wanted to flee the Dark Lord and moved to America. But I don't know why the Dark Lord never pursued the rest of your family. He knew where you were and all. And it was possible that his child would be the same. But I'm just a lowly Death Eater." "Thanks." Jennie said frostily. Wormtail paused before opening the door, "Don't end up like him. Follow orders." He turned the door knob, and left.
i "Maybe someone in your family did not do the best of things."i That's what Dumbledore had said when she was sorted into Slytherin. Was she destined to follow his path? The only way to survive this would be to follow orders and take an opportunity to escape. Yet again, her "gifts" had caused more trouble than they were worth.
"Dear Fred,
I don't know if I will go through with it. I don't know how to get to him and all. I think I will listen to you, Fred. But I can't come back. I can't be treated as I was. Maybe I could stay with Harry? Where is he?
Love,
Jennie"
Jennie wrote quickly from inside her cage by candle light under the watchful eye of her new master. Her words were powered by the knowledge of all her friends' fakeness. Sara and all of her past friends had been Death Eaters. She handed him the finished letter. "Good." He said placidly. "You're coming along quite nicely." He mentioned leaving. Jennie began to doubt her choices. To let Harry die, and save herself and Fred. And that might not even be a permanent saving. It was still wrong. There was nothing she could do now.
Fred's response came two hours later. It was slipped through the bars by a very angry Dark Lord.
"Dear Jennie,
I can't possibly tell you where Harry is by owl. It could be intercepted. You should know that. Just please come back. I'm sorry for being so horrible to you. Please...Just come back. I miss you.
Love,
Fred"
When Jennie looked up at him expectantly, he shoved a quill, inkwell, and parchment into the cage. "Write that you'll come back to the order Monday night. And write it fast."
"Dear Fred,
I can't. But-I...need to see you. I miss you too. I'll come back for a little while. Meet me in my old room at 1:00 a.m on Monday morning. Leave the window open a crack.
Love,
Jennie"
Voldemort snatched it through the bars. "After this, you will go back to the Order. To work on the inside. I'll need you to bring me Dumbledore."
"I won't go back there!!! Isn't one betrayal enough?" Jennie nervously panted. "NO! What did you think? You come to me, to become a Death Eater and then decide after doing one thing that you can go merrily on your way?" Voldemort yelled angrily.
Jennie glared at the floor. "YOU ARE A DEATH EATER! INDEBTED TO ME UNTIL YOU DIE! AND IF YOU DECIDE NOT TO FOLLOW ORDERS, IT MAY BE SOONER THAN YOU LIKE!" Voldemort continued yelling, and stormed out. "WAIT!" Jennie called out. "What?!" He reopened the door and snapped irritated at her. "Allow me to talk with Sara Camui? Alone. I'll willingly go back then. I know I'm the only one you have that can. Or you wouldn't trust me with such a job." Jennie said bravely. "IT IS NO MATTER TO ME! SPEAK TO YOUR BETRAYER!" He stormed off.