I haven't gotten any complaints 'bout this yet, but I might as well
straighten it before I do.
In my story, Orion labels Phineas Nigellus as a 'Muggle-Loving Fool', yet in book 5 Sirius was quoted as saying
'"...worst headmaster Hogwarts ever had."
Also, there's the fact that he was a big Slytherin, and that he remarked to Sirius
"..my (insert # of greats here) grandson has an interesting taste in company..." Or something along those lines.
Anywho, all I'm trying to say is DON'T bash me for totally chaning Phineas' viewpoints on muggles, in fact, I might not have changed them at all. While the evidence in the book points towards the conclusion that he was a pure- blood obsesser, this is NO DIRECT proof of this. Besides, what if he decided to shelf his beliefs about muggles for the sake of his great grand- daughter, eh?
In all pleading here, don't come after me with nasssssty bagginsessss... (oops, I mean flames..) smack BAD plot bunny, BAD! Though if you do, I'll kindly keep them in a small bottle and give them to Legolas as a nightlight. :-)
And in case you're wondering, this isn't an author's note..... just a plot- related point of information, that would otherwise confuse the readers.
Seriously.
Now, on with the story!
cheers, -Silinde
James felt confident as thirteen members of the Order turned to face the remaining eight Death Eaters. The servants were outnumbered and defeated...so what were the expectant smirks about? James didn't like this at all... bunched up together in a knot, all eight of the hooded men reached for their left arm.
James felt a premonition.
"QUICK! STUN THEM ALL!"
Beams of light shot from wands only to strike thin air. Furious, James beat the ground with his fists. A witch he wasn't familiar with came over and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"They got away, yes, but now we must tend to our own. " She gestured to the fallen Order, that of which included Sirius, Remus, and Peter. A wizard over in the corner frowned at the limp werewolf-form of Remus.
"A werewolf! By God, never did I think I 'd see the day where the half- breeds would join the Dark Lord... what shall I do with him?" He looked to James, whose mind began to race.
"Leave him to me, I studied the specifics of werewolf metemorphasis after my school days. I'll know how to handle this, and I'll be sure to dispose of it after any questioning is completed."
James felt sick inside at the satisfied look on the other wizard's face.
"Right then. Take everyone who needs it back to headquarters for some R&R, and the ones who aren't seriously hurt we'll ennervate."
The witch looked up to James as she heaved an unconscious Sirius up by his armpits.
"Where are you going?"
James pointed his wand at Wormtail, who except for a nasty cut on his forehead, seemed perfectly fine.
"Ennervate. And I'll be going to...London to get some supplies for...the werewolf. Yes, and I'm taking Peter, because he also studied the subject with me. Leave the werewolf where he is for now, the stun spell should keep him out until I get back."
Giving Peter an open-your-mouth-and-I'll-stab-you look, James heaved him to his feet and grabbed his arm. He hoped he was right about the spell keeping Remus out, because the last thing they needed was for him to get loose.
"Come on," he whispered, "we're going to Grimmauld Place."
Vivica Black was standing by the window, her eyes taking in the beauty of the glorious return of another morning. The flowers were still dripping wet with dew, and a brushed line of clouds that dotted the horizon promised a lovely day as well.
"I wish to go outside."
Her hands knew the command, and reached slowly for the clasps, but the invisible force that pushed them back was strong. Was it the curse that made that popping noise in the background?
No, you can't go outside. The voice was there, cruel and mocking.
Vivica gritted her teeth, and reached forward once more. An odd noise filled her conscience, but she dismissed it.
"It's such a beautiful day. I want to see some of it."
Pain began to creep up her arm. And what was that noise? Was someone sobbing?
I told you, no. You're not allowed outdoors.
Mentally, Vivica released the argument and yielded. The pain dulled, and she sighed. Just like every other mental battle she'd experienced with the Imperius curse.
Bang!
A noise from the kitchen caught Vivica's attention, and she whirled towards the kitchen.
"Cropper! Dewdrop! Kreacher? Is it you all the rack—"
Vivica started as five Death Eaters swopped down on her. She caught a glance of Regulus, bound and with his back up against the stonewall, a face shining with recently-spilt tears.
"Mother! No! Stay out of this!"
Regulus struggled against his bonds while one Death Eater cackled.
"Ahh...it's widdle Wegoowuss' mummy, how touching..."
Vivica numbly raised her head, recognizing the baby-talk she remembered so well growing up.
"Bella...? Why...wha—"
"Your precious son got himself in too deep," Bellatrix Lestrange sneered. "He was awfully useful in giving us information about the whereabouts of the Order of the Pheonix and your other damned son, but some things became a little to... personal. The Dark Lord does not appreciate insubordination or cowardice, does he now?"
Bella paused, and raised her wand to rest lightly on her bottom lip, as if deep in thought.
"Crucio," she hissed suddenly.
Vivica cried out and struggled against the men who held her as her youngest son gave a short of pain, then fell heavily onto the stone floor. No one noticed James and Peter apparating in the living room, and no one saw them creep towards the kitchen and hide themselves beneath a marble counter.
"James," Peter whispered, "why are we here?"
James gritted his teeth, and watched the scene before him. His eyes weren't on the figure of Regulus, however, they followed a pale man with dark eyes.
"Snape."
"That was just a sample," Bella said softly. She turned to the Death Eaters surrounding her.
"Show Regulus Black what happens to those who dare to turn their back on their Lord."
Panic welled in Regulus' eyes.
"Mother! I'm sorry! I didn't realize—"
Regulus was cut off as a sharp blow caught him in the face. He lurched forward as another blow struck him hard across the back. Regulus fell to his knees on the stone floor beneath him, coughing on what he knew was his own blood. He kneeled there, sputtering and fighting for breath, and in that moment he locked eyes with his mother.
A Death Eater standing in the back winced, knowing that this was a fatal blow. His dark eyes scanned the scene in front of him. Was this the power of the Dark Lord?
Vivica gave a weak cry as she gazed into the eyes of the bleeding figure before her. Eyes that belonged not to a torturer, a destroyer of life, not even a Death Eater. The eyes of her son.
Regulus gave another lurch, and fell further to his hands. He looked at her, his face full of regret and sorrow. His voice was hoarse and gurgled.
"I'm sorry mum, I love—"
Regulus gave a final cry of pain as Bellatrix came up behind him and bashed a rolling pin against his skull. He fell the remaining distance to the cold stone and lay there, crumpled like a rag doll.
"I know, I know!" Vivica sobbed, her body convulsing. Finally submitting to the unconscious that threatened to overtake her, she feel limp in the arms of her captors, somehow knowing that those would be the last words she'd ever speak with a sane mind.
James was frozen mid-crouch, stunned and shocked at the cruel behavior he had just witnessed. He turned, his mouth gaping, to look at Peter.
Peter's face was chalk white, and his eyes were glued to Regulus' body. A little voice arose in his mind.
See? This is what true power is!
Gaining momentum, the voice grew insistent. Prodding.
Silly little Wormtail. Wormtail! Ha! That's what they call you. You're so- called friends. With them, you are nothing, nothing! See Regulus on the floor, Peter? See his unconscious mother? That is power, Peter, POWER!
Peter was shook out of his mind as the popping sounds indicated the disapparation of the Death Eaters. James sprinted forward and was just in time to catch Vivica as she fell backwards, no longer supported. He gently set her on the couch, taking her pale face and cold skin to mean that she had passed away from grief.
It was a long while before anyone moved.
"Come on, let's go."
The two stood up, and after giving the dead his last respects, disapparated into the bright afternoon sun.
In my story, Orion labels Phineas Nigellus as a 'Muggle-Loving Fool', yet in book 5 Sirius was quoted as saying
'"...worst headmaster Hogwarts ever had."
Also, there's the fact that he was a big Slytherin, and that he remarked to Sirius
"..my (insert # of greats here) grandson has an interesting taste in company..." Or something along those lines.
Anywho, all I'm trying to say is DON'T bash me for totally chaning Phineas' viewpoints on muggles, in fact, I might not have changed them at all. While the evidence in the book points towards the conclusion that he was a pure- blood obsesser, this is NO DIRECT proof of this. Besides, what if he decided to shelf his beliefs about muggles for the sake of his great grand- daughter, eh?
In all pleading here, don't come after me with nasssssty bagginsessss... (oops, I mean flames..) smack BAD plot bunny, BAD! Though if you do, I'll kindly keep them in a small bottle and give them to Legolas as a nightlight. :-)
And in case you're wondering, this isn't an author's note..... just a plot- related point of information, that would otherwise confuse the readers.
Seriously.
Now, on with the story!
cheers, -Silinde
James felt confident as thirteen members of the Order turned to face the remaining eight Death Eaters. The servants were outnumbered and defeated...so what were the expectant smirks about? James didn't like this at all... bunched up together in a knot, all eight of the hooded men reached for their left arm.
James felt a premonition.
"QUICK! STUN THEM ALL!"
Beams of light shot from wands only to strike thin air. Furious, James beat the ground with his fists. A witch he wasn't familiar with came over and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"They got away, yes, but now we must tend to our own. " She gestured to the fallen Order, that of which included Sirius, Remus, and Peter. A wizard over in the corner frowned at the limp werewolf-form of Remus.
"A werewolf! By God, never did I think I 'd see the day where the half- breeds would join the Dark Lord... what shall I do with him?" He looked to James, whose mind began to race.
"Leave him to me, I studied the specifics of werewolf metemorphasis after my school days. I'll know how to handle this, and I'll be sure to dispose of it after any questioning is completed."
James felt sick inside at the satisfied look on the other wizard's face.
"Right then. Take everyone who needs it back to headquarters for some R&R, and the ones who aren't seriously hurt we'll ennervate."
The witch looked up to James as she heaved an unconscious Sirius up by his armpits.
"Where are you going?"
James pointed his wand at Wormtail, who except for a nasty cut on his forehead, seemed perfectly fine.
"Ennervate. And I'll be going to...London to get some supplies for...the werewolf. Yes, and I'm taking Peter, because he also studied the subject with me. Leave the werewolf where he is for now, the stun spell should keep him out until I get back."
Giving Peter an open-your-mouth-and-I'll-stab-you look, James heaved him to his feet and grabbed his arm. He hoped he was right about the spell keeping Remus out, because the last thing they needed was for him to get loose.
"Come on," he whispered, "we're going to Grimmauld Place."
Vivica Black was standing by the window, her eyes taking in the beauty of the glorious return of another morning. The flowers were still dripping wet with dew, and a brushed line of clouds that dotted the horizon promised a lovely day as well.
"I wish to go outside."
Her hands knew the command, and reached slowly for the clasps, but the invisible force that pushed them back was strong. Was it the curse that made that popping noise in the background?
No, you can't go outside. The voice was there, cruel and mocking.
Vivica gritted her teeth, and reached forward once more. An odd noise filled her conscience, but she dismissed it.
"It's such a beautiful day. I want to see some of it."
Pain began to creep up her arm. And what was that noise? Was someone sobbing?
I told you, no. You're not allowed outdoors.
Mentally, Vivica released the argument and yielded. The pain dulled, and she sighed. Just like every other mental battle she'd experienced with the Imperius curse.
Bang!
A noise from the kitchen caught Vivica's attention, and she whirled towards the kitchen.
"Cropper! Dewdrop! Kreacher? Is it you all the rack—"
Vivica started as five Death Eaters swopped down on her. She caught a glance of Regulus, bound and with his back up against the stonewall, a face shining with recently-spilt tears.
"Mother! No! Stay out of this!"
Regulus struggled against his bonds while one Death Eater cackled.
"Ahh...it's widdle Wegoowuss' mummy, how touching..."
Vivica numbly raised her head, recognizing the baby-talk she remembered so well growing up.
"Bella...? Why...wha—"
"Your precious son got himself in too deep," Bellatrix Lestrange sneered. "He was awfully useful in giving us information about the whereabouts of the Order of the Pheonix and your other damned son, but some things became a little to... personal. The Dark Lord does not appreciate insubordination or cowardice, does he now?"
Bella paused, and raised her wand to rest lightly on her bottom lip, as if deep in thought.
"Crucio," she hissed suddenly.
Vivica cried out and struggled against the men who held her as her youngest son gave a short of pain, then fell heavily onto the stone floor. No one noticed James and Peter apparating in the living room, and no one saw them creep towards the kitchen and hide themselves beneath a marble counter.
"James," Peter whispered, "why are we here?"
James gritted his teeth, and watched the scene before him. His eyes weren't on the figure of Regulus, however, they followed a pale man with dark eyes.
"Snape."
"That was just a sample," Bella said softly. She turned to the Death Eaters surrounding her.
"Show Regulus Black what happens to those who dare to turn their back on their Lord."
Panic welled in Regulus' eyes.
"Mother! I'm sorry! I didn't realize—"
Regulus was cut off as a sharp blow caught him in the face. He lurched forward as another blow struck him hard across the back. Regulus fell to his knees on the stone floor beneath him, coughing on what he knew was his own blood. He kneeled there, sputtering and fighting for breath, and in that moment he locked eyes with his mother.
A Death Eater standing in the back winced, knowing that this was a fatal blow. His dark eyes scanned the scene in front of him. Was this the power of the Dark Lord?
Vivica gave a weak cry as she gazed into the eyes of the bleeding figure before her. Eyes that belonged not to a torturer, a destroyer of life, not even a Death Eater. The eyes of her son.
Regulus gave another lurch, and fell further to his hands. He looked at her, his face full of regret and sorrow. His voice was hoarse and gurgled.
"I'm sorry mum, I love—"
Regulus gave a final cry of pain as Bellatrix came up behind him and bashed a rolling pin against his skull. He fell the remaining distance to the cold stone and lay there, crumpled like a rag doll.
"I know, I know!" Vivica sobbed, her body convulsing. Finally submitting to the unconscious that threatened to overtake her, she feel limp in the arms of her captors, somehow knowing that those would be the last words she'd ever speak with a sane mind.
James was frozen mid-crouch, stunned and shocked at the cruel behavior he had just witnessed. He turned, his mouth gaping, to look at Peter.
Peter's face was chalk white, and his eyes were glued to Regulus' body. A little voice arose in his mind.
See? This is what true power is!
Gaining momentum, the voice grew insistent. Prodding.
Silly little Wormtail. Wormtail! Ha! That's what they call you. You're so- called friends. With them, you are nothing, nothing! See Regulus on the floor, Peter? See his unconscious mother? That is power, Peter, POWER!
Peter was shook out of his mind as the popping sounds indicated the disapparation of the Death Eaters. James sprinted forward and was just in time to catch Vivica as she fell backwards, no longer supported. He gently set her on the couch, taking her pale face and cold skin to mean that she had passed away from grief.
It was a long while before anyone moved.
"Come on, let's go."
The two stood up, and after giving the dead his last respects, disapparated into the bright afternoon sun.