Alrighty then, on with the fic!
Disclaimer: don't own harry potter. Please don't sue me (you'll want to kill me at the end though... -.-) **
~Chapter 9
Tonks-
Sorry I had to cancel on our dinner plans. I truly didn't expect to have to leave so soon, Dumbledore suprised me. I hope that we can reschedule, if this mission doesn't take too horribly long. Be sure to save some hummus for me!
-Remus
"Take this to Tonks," Remus said, tying his letter to a miniature brown owl's outstretched leg. The tiny owl hooted happily, thrilled at having a package to deliver. He took off, flying around Remus' head a couple of times before actually heading off towards Grimmauld Place. Remus watched as the tiny owl flew into the distance, and for some reason he felt sort of sad not being able to meet Tonks. But there was no time for feelings, he had a job in front of him, and he needed to focus every bit of his energy on it.
He found himself in front of the Malfoys mansion once more, and it still looked as eerie as ever. A cold breeze bit through Remus' threadbare robes, causing him to shiver. Taking out his wand, he placed the spell rope in a circle around him, and concentrated deeply . Then using his wand to trace the infinity sign in the air in front of him. Then, tapping himself lightly on the head, he said "Omnipotencia!" A strange shiver went throug his body, and looking in a small hand-mirror, he saw that the spell had worked. Checking to make sure he had an extra spell rope in his pocket, he entered the Malfoy household once more.
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Again, the extravagance that filled the Malfoy house was absurd. As Remus wandered freely throughout the house, he grew more and more disgusted the farther he went. He wandered about, trying to find any clue to where any Death Eaters might be hidden. Apparently Wednesdays were the Malfoy's days "off", because no one was home.
Remus found himself in the study again somehow, and he decided that there might be something useful there, so he started to snoop.
Hundreds of books lined the cases that covered three of the five walls. Remus glanced at the titles. Noble Bloodlines: Know Your Family Geneology; Purebloods: Famous Pureblooded Wizards (and some infamous Mudbloods); The Most Ancient House of Malfoy; Curses, Hexes and Jinxes; Quidditch Pro: Everything you need to master the exciting sport of Quidditch The last one didn't seem to fit into the whole "we're-better-than- you" theme that was obviously used throughout the whole room ( How many family portraits do you need in one room? For the Malfoys, at least sixty.), so curious, Remus picked it up. With a quiet shwoosh, the huge wall turned on its corner, revealing a dark, dank passageway, that, all in all, did NOT look very appealing. So, of course, Remus went down into it.
Many sharp twists and turns certainly kept Remus on his toes, and was nearly making him sick to his stomach. For what seemed like hours he wandered stupidly through the passage, wondering if this was some cruel joke of the Malfoys, designed to teach snoops a lesson. Then, just when he was half-mad with boredom, and ready to sit down and sing "I'm a Little Teapot" until his head exploded, the tunnel ended abrubtly with a door. Remus, startled out of his madness, decided that, given the alternative, opening the door would be a wonderful thing to do. So, very quietly, he pushed open the large, wooden, sanctuary-like door and entered the room behind it.
This room, much like the rest of the Malfoy house, was lavishly furnished. Hard cherry-wood chairs upholstered in red crush-velvet sat primly on a soft black floor. Two large fireplaces were carved into the large stone walls, a bright fire crackling in each. In a plush armchair, a lean figure dozed, a cup of hot cocoa tipping dangerously in her lap. Remus supressed a gasp. Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting here, in the Malfoy house, about to spill hot cocoa down the front of her new black silk robes. Her dark hair was falling slightly over her closed eyes, and a lock of it flew back and forth in rhythm to her breath, which was escaping through her thin lips.
Remus fought the urge to "accidentally" knock over the cocoa, and instead checked his watch. Four hours and fifty-five minutes had passed, and the spell was only good for five hours. Taking out the extra spell rope, Remus silently exited out into the passage way, and started to prepare to replenish the spell. He checked his watch one last time, he now had less than two minutes to recast his protection spell, and he hurried as much as he could. Just when he started to trace the infinity sign in the air, he heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. Many thoughts raced through his mind, the main theme being: "Shit. I'm screwed." He hurriedly tapped him self on the head and opened his mouth to cast the spell when,
"Impedimentia!" a voice said calmly, and Remus froze mid-word. Lucius Molfay smirked wickedly as he came round the bend, twirling his wand idly in his long fingers. "Imperio! Well, hello Mr.-Lupin, was it? Welcome to my humble abode. I'm sure Dumbledore sent you, so why don't we have a little chat in my private study, shall we?" He motioned towards the room where Bellatrix was napping. Remus, under the Imperious Curse could do nothing but glare at Malfoy.
The two entered the room just as Bellatrix was stirring. "H-H-Hello, Lucius," she yawned. Amusement spread across her thin face when she saw Remus. "And who is this?"
"A guest. I figured we should make him feel at home," Lucius smiled. Remus glared at them, but that was all.
Malfoy's voice repeated through his brain, Sit down, Sit down. Remus focused all his energy on throwing of the spell for at least one second. Sit down, Sit down SIT DOWN! Malfoy's voice chanted. Sweat beaded on Remus' temples as he said to himself, I really don't want to sit down. Then in a split second, he forced Malfoy out of his head, and bellowed,
"Messengia Phoenixum!" A puff of smoke in the shape of a phoenix burst from the end of his wand and swooped out of the room, sailing through the walls like a ghost. A reckless grin exploded over Remus' face as he turned to Malfoy and Bellatrix. "Stupefy!" A jet of red light hit Malfoy square in the chest, and he slumped to the ground, a look of stupidity and shock etched onto his face. Remus turned to Bellatrix, but she hit him with something that sent him flying backwards, hitting the wall with a sickening thump.
"Neat trick," she said, standing over him triumphantly. Remus groaned as he tried to sit up. "Think that hurts? Try this! Crucio!" Remus curled into a ball as pain racked through his whole body. It felt as if hundreds upon hundreds of razors were slicing his skin open, yet he didn't yell or scream.This didn't make Bellatrix very happy, because she concentrated harder, causing the pain to almost triple in intensity.
BANG! The pain suddenly stopped and Bellatrix was lying on the floor. Remus had his wand extended, and he realized he must have cast spell in desperation. But sadly, the effects didn't last long, Bellatrix was already getting to her feet.
Remus stood himself up, ignoring the throbbing in his lower back. He faced Bellatrix. -This is it, Remus,- he thought. -This is your chance to avenge Sirius. Do it now!-
Before he could get a spell out, Bellatrix laughed. "Going to avenge my cousin, eh? I knew he was an oddball, but I would never guess he was queer!" Remus' face flushed."And with a were-wolf, too. I'm glad I killed him, he was a disgrace to the Black family!"
"Crucio!" Remus didn't care if he got in trouble for using an Unforgivable Curse, he didn't care if he wound up in Azkaban. All he wanted to do was cause Bellatrix pain. He wanted to kill her. Kill. Her.Until. She. Was. Dead. But Bellatrix just laughed as the curse was deflected by a shield spell.
"Of all the lucky guesses," she smirked. "I really didn't know he was queer. But, since I seperated the two love birds, the only thing I could do," she said, mockingly, "is reunite you two. And the only way I know to do that is to get rid of you. Mortious!"
"Protego!" a voice cried. The shield took the brunt of the spell, but Remus still got hit. "Stupefy!" the voice yelled as he fell backwards. Everything was going in slow motion, and he couldn't seem to focus on anything. "Remus!" he heard someone cry, but he wasn't sure. Everything was fuzzy...a strange peacefulness enveloped him. He felt his head being lifted, and managed to open his eyes. Tonks' face floated above his eyes. "Remus! Stay with me!" Her voice sounded as if she was speaking through cotton, far away and muffled. "Remus! Please! Don't go!" He was extremely tired, and his eyelids were slowly closing. He gave one last sigh, and went limp in Tonks' arms.
"No!" she gasped, and tried desperately to arouse him, because he was only sleeping. "Wake up!" She shook him gently. "Remus! Wake up!" Seizing his shoulders, Tonks shook him roughly. "Wake up!" she sobbed, shaking him agan and again.
"Tonks," someone said gently. "It won't work. He's gone." Tonks shook her head, and Dumbledore lifted her chin to were his blue eyes were looking straight into hers. "He's gone, Tonks. He's dead."
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*ducks cuz she knows stuffs bein' thrown at her* AACK! Don't hurt me. Just review and tell me how angry you are! Oh, and check back for the epilogue! Don't worry, it's gonna end happy, kay?
Disclaimer: don't own harry potter. Please don't sue me (you'll want to kill me at the end though... -.-) **
~Chapter 9
Tonks-
Sorry I had to cancel on our dinner plans. I truly didn't expect to have to leave so soon, Dumbledore suprised me. I hope that we can reschedule, if this mission doesn't take too horribly long. Be sure to save some hummus for me!
-Remus
"Take this to Tonks," Remus said, tying his letter to a miniature brown owl's outstretched leg. The tiny owl hooted happily, thrilled at having a package to deliver. He took off, flying around Remus' head a couple of times before actually heading off towards Grimmauld Place. Remus watched as the tiny owl flew into the distance, and for some reason he felt sort of sad not being able to meet Tonks. But there was no time for feelings, he had a job in front of him, and he needed to focus every bit of his energy on it.
He found himself in front of the Malfoys mansion once more, and it still looked as eerie as ever. A cold breeze bit through Remus' threadbare robes, causing him to shiver. Taking out his wand, he placed the spell rope in a circle around him, and concentrated deeply . Then using his wand to trace the infinity sign in the air in front of him. Then, tapping himself lightly on the head, he said "Omnipotencia!" A strange shiver went throug his body, and looking in a small hand-mirror, he saw that the spell had worked. Checking to make sure he had an extra spell rope in his pocket, he entered the Malfoy household once more.
**
Again, the extravagance that filled the Malfoy house was absurd. As Remus wandered freely throughout the house, he grew more and more disgusted the farther he went. He wandered about, trying to find any clue to where any Death Eaters might be hidden. Apparently Wednesdays were the Malfoy's days "off", because no one was home.
Remus found himself in the study again somehow, and he decided that there might be something useful there, so he started to snoop.
Hundreds of books lined the cases that covered three of the five walls. Remus glanced at the titles. Noble Bloodlines: Know Your Family Geneology; Purebloods: Famous Pureblooded Wizards (and some infamous Mudbloods); The Most Ancient House of Malfoy; Curses, Hexes and Jinxes; Quidditch Pro: Everything you need to master the exciting sport of Quidditch The last one didn't seem to fit into the whole "we're-better-than- you" theme that was obviously used throughout the whole room ( How many family portraits do you need in one room? For the Malfoys, at least sixty.), so curious, Remus picked it up. With a quiet shwoosh, the huge wall turned on its corner, revealing a dark, dank passageway, that, all in all, did NOT look very appealing. So, of course, Remus went down into it.
Many sharp twists and turns certainly kept Remus on his toes, and was nearly making him sick to his stomach. For what seemed like hours he wandered stupidly through the passage, wondering if this was some cruel joke of the Malfoys, designed to teach snoops a lesson. Then, just when he was half-mad with boredom, and ready to sit down and sing "I'm a Little Teapot" until his head exploded, the tunnel ended abrubtly with a door. Remus, startled out of his madness, decided that, given the alternative, opening the door would be a wonderful thing to do. So, very quietly, he pushed open the large, wooden, sanctuary-like door and entered the room behind it.
This room, much like the rest of the Malfoy house, was lavishly furnished. Hard cherry-wood chairs upholstered in red crush-velvet sat primly on a soft black floor. Two large fireplaces were carved into the large stone walls, a bright fire crackling in each. In a plush armchair, a lean figure dozed, a cup of hot cocoa tipping dangerously in her lap. Remus supressed a gasp. Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting here, in the Malfoy house, about to spill hot cocoa down the front of her new black silk robes. Her dark hair was falling slightly over her closed eyes, and a lock of it flew back and forth in rhythm to her breath, which was escaping through her thin lips.
Remus fought the urge to "accidentally" knock over the cocoa, and instead checked his watch. Four hours and fifty-five minutes had passed, and the spell was only good for five hours. Taking out the extra spell rope, Remus silently exited out into the passage way, and started to prepare to replenish the spell. He checked his watch one last time, he now had less than two minutes to recast his protection spell, and he hurried as much as he could. Just when he started to trace the infinity sign in the air, he heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. Many thoughts raced through his mind, the main theme being: "Shit. I'm screwed." He hurriedly tapped him self on the head and opened his mouth to cast the spell when,
"Impedimentia!" a voice said calmly, and Remus froze mid-word. Lucius Molfay smirked wickedly as he came round the bend, twirling his wand idly in his long fingers. "Imperio! Well, hello Mr.-Lupin, was it? Welcome to my humble abode. I'm sure Dumbledore sent you, so why don't we have a little chat in my private study, shall we?" He motioned towards the room where Bellatrix was napping. Remus, under the Imperious Curse could do nothing but glare at Malfoy.
The two entered the room just as Bellatrix was stirring. "H-H-Hello, Lucius," she yawned. Amusement spread across her thin face when she saw Remus. "And who is this?"
"A guest. I figured we should make him feel at home," Lucius smiled. Remus glared at them, but that was all.
Malfoy's voice repeated through his brain, Sit down, Sit down. Remus focused all his energy on throwing of the spell for at least one second. Sit down, Sit down SIT DOWN! Malfoy's voice chanted. Sweat beaded on Remus' temples as he said to himself, I really don't want to sit down. Then in a split second, he forced Malfoy out of his head, and bellowed,
"Messengia Phoenixum!" A puff of smoke in the shape of a phoenix burst from the end of his wand and swooped out of the room, sailing through the walls like a ghost. A reckless grin exploded over Remus' face as he turned to Malfoy and Bellatrix. "Stupefy!" A jet of red light hit Malfoy square in the chest, and he slumped to the ground, a look of stupidity and shock etched onto his face. Remus turned to Bellatrix, but she hit him with something that sent him flying backwards, hitting the wall with a sickening thump.
"Neat trick," she said, standing over him triumphantly. Remus groaned as he tried to sit up. "Think that hurts? Try this! Crucio!" Remus curled into a ball as pain racked through his whole body. It felt as if hundreds upon hundreds of razors were slicing his skin open, yet he didn't yell or scream.This didn't make Bellatrix very happy, because she concentrated harder, causing the pain to almost triple in intensity.
BANG! The pain suddenly stopped and Bellatrix was lying on the floor. Remus had his wand extended, and he realized he must have cast spell in desperation. But sadly, the effects didn't last long, Bellatrix was already getting to her feet.
Remus stood himself up, ignoring the throbbing in his lower back. He faced Bellatrix. -This is it, Remus,- he thought. -This is your chance to avenge Sirius. Do it now!-
Before he could get a spell out, Bellatrix laughed. "Going to avenge my cousin, eh? I knew he was an oddball, but I would never guess he was queer!" Remus' face flushed."And with a were-wolf, too. I'm glad I killed him, he was a disgrace to the Black family!"
"Crucio!" Remus didn't care if he got in trouble for using an Unforgivable Curse, he didn't care if he wound up in Azkaban. All he wanted to do was cause Bellatrix pain. He wanted to kill her. Kill. Her.Until. She. Was. Dead. But Bellatrix just laughed as the curse was deflected by a shield spell.
"Of all the lucky guesses," she smirked. "I really didn't know he was queer. But, since I seperated the two love birds, the only thing I could do," she said, mockingly, "is reunite you two. And the only way I know to do that is to get rid of you. Mortious!"
"Protego!" a voice cried. The shield took the brunt of the spell, but Remus still got hit. "Stupefy!" the voice yelled as he fell backwards. Everything was going in slow motion, and he couldn't seem to focus on anything. "Remus!" he heard someone cry, but he wasn't sure. Everything was fuzzy...a strange peacefulness enveloped him. He felt his head being lifted, and managed to open his eyes. Tonks' face floated above his eyes. "Remus! Stay with me!" Her voice sounded as if she was speaking through cotton, far away and muffled. "Remus! Please! Don't go!" He was extremely tired, and his eyelids were slowly closing. He gave one last sigh, and went limp in Tonks' arms.
"No!" she gasped, and tried desperately to arouse him, because he was only sleeping. "Wake up!" She shook him gently. "Remus! Wake up!" Seizing his shoulders, Tonks shook him roughly. "Wake up!" she sobbed, shaking him agan and again.
"Tonks," someone said gently. "It won't work. He's gone." Tonks shook her head, and Dumbledore lifted her chin to were his blue eyes were looking straight into hers. "He's gone, Tonks. He's dead."
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*ducks cuz she knows stuffs bein' thrown at her* AACK! Don't hurt me. Just review and tell me how angry you are! Oh, and check back for the epilogue! Don't worry, it's gonna end happy, kay?