A/n: Thanks to the people who are reading this. *sniff* no one wants to
review for me *wails* does my story suck this bad? I know I'm an awful
writer. . .*sigh* Neways, this chapter I wrote last night! I'm sorry if it
feels rushed and isn't written very good. I ran out of time but I wanted to
update. Hopefully it doesn't suck too bad!
R/n:
Muffinlover: Aww! Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed that chapter. Oh my, I'm glad you like how I do James and Sirius. I tried to show their friendship in that last chapter. Hehe. Well thanks so much! And thanks for the good luck on the tests. I did very well, thanks. Or at least well enough that I got a 4.0 on my report card. Yay! Neways, thanks so much! *Hugz*
Noa9: Hehe, glad you liked it. I think you're right, Dumbledore appearing was a little. . .off. Hehe, oops. I was trying to show that he was still looking for a divination teacher. I don't think I did too great. Aww your back hurts? Eek! Feeling better now? Did you have to miss school?? Thanks for reviewing hunni!
*Wails* No one likes me! I only got two reviews. My story sucks, huh? *sobs and walks off sadly*
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"So you're not mad at me?" Gideon asked uncertainly.
Dorcas smiled, watching Gideon's furrowed eyebrows and concerned look. "No, I am not angry at you. I guess I just needed time to be alone, I'm sorry I alienated you like that-"
Gideon brought his hand to her lips, shaking his head profusely. "No, don't go and apologize. It wasn't your fault."
Dorcas smiled and kissed him lightly before standing up. "Well, now that that's out of the way, how does some breakfast sound to you?"
"Sounds great," Gideon agreed cheerfully.
Dorcas grabbed onto his hand and pulled him outside where the sun was shining brightly in the small clearing. Headquarters were not visible but after pulling out their mirrors and receiving a paper, they walked happily inside.
Their happiness, however, did not last. Though the sun was shining brightly outside, it was a huge contrast to the atmosphere within the house. People gathered around a long table, surrounding someone. The air was filled with tension, nervousness, and a very profound sense of dread.
With a worried glance at one another, Dorcas and Gideon stepped forward, pushing their way through frightened looking members. When they made their way to the table, it was to see a very pale Alice and Frank. Alice was clutching her stomach nervously and Frank had his head in his hands. Lily was holding onto Alice's hand and she looked up as soon as Dorcas came into view.
"What's going on?" Dorcas asked quickly, wanting to know the answer but fearing it.
No one answered, only looked at the two numbly.
"What's going on?" Gideon repeated shakily.
"We were attacked again," Frank said gruffly from behind the palm of his hand.
"Oh no," Dorcas whispered. "I can't believe it! He-He didn't even call to me. Normally he calls all the Death Eaters to Him, especially if it were you two."
Alice shook her head. "I don't think it was originally meant to be an attack on us."
"It wasn't planned for us," Frank agreed grimly.
Dorcas sat down, suddenly feeling very confused and dizzy. "Can someone please tell me what the story is from beginning to end?"
Frank took a deep breath and launched into his story. "We were with Benjy Fenwick in Morgana Alley, helping him move into his new house. Soon enough, a group of Death Eaters came around the corner and began provoking him, calling him a filthy Mud Blood."
Alice sucked in air sharply. "It's ridiculous the prejudice they have against muggle borns."
"Benjy only took so much," Frank continued. "He suddenly cracked, as anyone in his position would, and shouted 'would a muggle be a part of Dumbledore's noble Order?'"
"Well that's when things turned serious," Alice muttered. "The Death Eaters stopped with their taunting and began torturing." She shuddered visibly and turned her head away, tears creeping from the corners of her eyes and falling silently down her pale cheeks.
"We couldn't just stand there," Frank said desperately. "So we attacked. Someone obviously summoned You Know Who and before we knew it, he was there. He attacked us and we only just escaped."
"It's the third time they've barely managed to elude him," James said sadly.
Dorcas swallowed the lump that rose in her throat, fearing to ask the next question. "And Benjy?"
"We don't know," Frank sighed, clutching his hair. "We got back three hours ago and we have no idea where he is."
Almost as if on cue, Dorcas' tattoo burned midnight black. She nearly upset the table as she scrambled to get up, surprised that Voldemort happened to summon her at that particular moment. Eyes followed her as she threw on her Death Eater robes (with magic) and quickly, feeling some of the stares turn hostile, she stepped away from the crowd. "We are about to find out," she whispered and Disapparated.
When she reemerged it was in Benjy Fenwick's new house. He had been looking into buying one for ages now and had finally found the one he wanted. Dorcas' heart was thumping in a drum-roll across her chest, waiting to find the doom. She was surprised to find that she was the only one there, the cold room was completely deserted but for a turned back that was pacing snakelike across the room.
"You are here," Voldemort said softly.
Dorcas nodded, fear tying her stomach in nauseating wave of sickness. "I am here, My Lord."
"Perhaps you wonder why I have called you to me."
"I do, My Lord."
Voldemort turned and began walking toward her. His features were hidden in shadow but for the bright glint of his red eyes that drooped at the corners in a terrifying fashion. Dorcas thought that his eyes were really the only thing that made him so terrible. As the days wore on, his eyes seemed to get even redder, more filled with malice and hatred.
"Would you ever lie to me Dorcas Meadowes?" Voldemort asked calmly.
If Voldemort could hear the pounding of her heart as she set her barriers up for Occlumency, it would betray her utterly. "Never, My Lord."
"Not about anything?" he asked softly. He had reached her now and his cold finger rose slowly to her jaw where he traced along the edge. It was all Dorcas could to to stop from screaming and bolting as fast as she could the other way.
"Nothing, My Lord." Dorcas answered, fighting to keep her voice as neutral as she possibly could.
Voldemort's hand fell from her face and he turned around, swiftly retracing his steps. "Never lie to me Dorcas Meadowes. Never think to betray me. I will kill you in the worst imaginable way, do you understand?"
"I-I understand, My Lord," Dorcas replied. Her mind was in a race with her heart that was beating a thousand times a minute. Why was he questioning her? What had she done to betray his trust? Dorcas knew that he couldn't possibly know that she was a part of the Order. He would have her killed her already. But what exactly did he know? What was making him so suspicious?
"You may leave," Voldemort said from a dark corner.
Dorcas was ready to do so but she had one question that he had to answer for her. "Where are we, My Lord?"
Voldemort's red eyes turned upward and Dorcas assumed that he could have been smiling that bone chilling smile of his. "This is the house of Benjy Fenwick, surely you've heard of him?"
Dorcas assumed a look of puzzlement until she allowed her features to smooth in a gaze of understanding. "Yes."
"He is dead."
Dorcas wasn't surprised. She knew he was, had known it the second she had heard Alice and Frank's story. The only question that now remained was the location of his body. She forced a look of grim satisfaction on her features. "How was he killed?" she asked maliciously.
Voldemort didn't hesitate before answering, "Perhaps I can show you for myself?"
Dorcas' stomach twisted but she nodded her head. "Certainly, My Lord."
She followed his soft footsteps that sounded more like gliding than that of a man. She followed him behind the house and walked for miles and miles through dead grass and poky weeds. It would have been easier to Disapparate, but Dorcas had the feeling that Voldemort had no where to be right now, he was taking his time.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they came upon a section of charred ground. Dorcas peered around and nearly retched with what she saw. Human fragments littered the ground, each of them dripping with crimson blood. The air smelled of death and fresh blood, the ground was soaked with the red lake, squishy beneath Dorcas' feet.
She couldn't take it, no matter how suspicious it might make Voldemort. She turned around and threw up, choking and clutching her stomach against the violent convulsions. Voldemort was laughing behind her, a high, cold laugh that filled her mind, entered her soul and shook her from inside.
"Yes, it is rather brutal, is it not?" Voldemort asked, satisfaction evident beneath the cold tones of his voice.
"W-what did you do?" Dorcas asked numbly. She didn't want to know, any God that there was knew that she didn't want to know. But Voldemort was proud of his dark deed. What would he think if she wasn't even the least bit interested in his new, dark method of torture?
"I severed his body, part by part," Voldemort replied, his voice rising in excitement. He was like a little boy with too much power, a bully who could pick on everyone. "He wouldn't give me the location of the Order headquarters. First I took of his fingers and toes, you should have seen the way he screamed. I made my way across his body until all he was was a torso with an agonized, pleading head."
Dorcas threw up again, wanting to leave and take a shower, wipe herself clean of his horrible ways. This wasn't a man that stood before her. It was a monster. A monster worse than any that was ever told in stories or written in songs. This was a creature with so much power and so much hatred. For the first time, Dorcas felt that the Order was useless. He would kill them all, he would destroy them all.
"I-I need to leave," Dorcas whispered.
"You are not the only one who was touched by my method of killing," Voldemort said evilly. "Leave. Clean the mess from your body."
Dorcas didn't need telling twice. She Disapparated quickly, falling into her house. Her legs gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground, sobbing while she clutched her stomach. Footsteps came behind her and Gideon's strong arms wrapped around her body, pulling her close.
"Shh. . ." he whispered, rubbing her back. "it's okay."
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The worst part of Benjy's death was the funeral. It was held three days later and in place of a coffin was a rectangular shoe box, filled with the bits that they could find. Dorcas had refused to go back to the clearing. She had told the location and Alistor Moody, Edgar Bones, and a group of other strong stomached men, went to look at the destruction. It was the surprise of many, but not Dorcas, when they came back pale as ghosts, shoving the shoe box onto a table and retreating to the nearest bathroom.
Benjy's mother sobbed hysterically through the whole thing, right beside Emmeline Vance who had a romance with the dead hero.
It was a tragic day that should have put defeat in the hearts of many. But instead, it put courage and hope. One member was lost. One more person was dead at the crooked hand of Voldemort and his mysterious spy within the Order. But it wasn't the end. Hatred unlike anything any of them had ever felt dwelled within their bodies. It was a replacement for pain, a motivation that reinforced their determination.
This Order was not a about to give up. Voldemort was going to pay. He was going to pay in the worst possible way, even if it took them a hundred years to bring him down. Every member of this Order would do it. Voldemort would suffer, the only question that remained was who would bring about his downfall and when that would that happen.
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A/n: Very dark, no? Creepy *shudders* Well, Voldemort is an evil guy, after all. Please, please, please review. I would love to hear what you think! Please just push that pretty review button down there and let me know your opinions!
R/n:
Muffinlover: Aww! Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed that chapter. Oh my, I'm glad you like how I do James and Sirius. I tried to show their friendship in that last chapter. Hehe. Well thanks so much! And thanks for the good luck on the tests. I did very well, thanks. Or at least well enough that I got a 4.0 on my report card. Yay! Neways, thanks so much! *Hugz*
Noa9: Hehe, glad you liked it. I think you're right, Dumbledore appearing was a little. . .off. Hehe, oops. I was trying to show that he was still looking for a divination teacher. I don't think I did too great. Aww your back hurts? Eek! Feeling better now? Did you have to miss school?? Thanks for reviewing hunni!
*Wails* No one likes me! I only got two reviews. My story sucks, huh? *sobs and walks off sadly*
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"So you're not mad at me?" Gideon asked uncertainly.
Dorcas smiled, watching Gideon's furrowed eyebrows and concerned look. "No, I am not angry at you. I guess I just needed time to be alone, I'm sorry I alienated you like that-"
Gideon brought his hand to her lips, shaking his head profusely. "No, don't go and apologize. It wasn't your fault."
Dorcas smiled and kissed him lightly before standing up. "Well, now that that's out of the way, how does some breakfast sound to you?"
"Sounds great," Gideon agreed cheerfully.
Dorcas grabbed onto his hand and pulled him outside where the sun was shining brightly in the small clearing. Headquarters were not visible but after pulling out their mirrors and receiving a paper, they walked happily inside.
Their happiness, however, did not last. Though the sun was shining brightly outside, it was a huge contrast to the atmosphere within the house. People gathered around a long table, surrounding someone. The air was filled with tension, nervousness, and a very profound sense of dread.
With a worried glance at one another, Dorcas and Gideon stepped forward, pushing their way through frightened looking members. When they made their way to the table, it was to see a very pale Alice and Frank. Alice was clutching her stomach nervously and Frank had his head in his hands. Lily was holding onto Alice's hand and she looked up as soon as Dorcas came into view.
"What's going on?" Dorcas asked quickly, wanting to know the answer but fearing it.
No one answered, only looked at the two numbly.
"What's going on?" Gideon repeated shakily.
"We were attacked again," Frank said gruffly from behind the palm of his hand.
"Oh no," Dorcas whispered. "I can't believe it! He-He didn't even call to me. Normally he calls all the Death Eaters to Him, especially if it were you two."
Alice shook her head. "I don't think it was originally meant to be an attack on us."
"It wasn't planned for us," Frank agreed grimly.
Dorcas sat down, suddenly feeling very confused and dizzy. "Can someone please tell me what the story is from beginning to end?"
Frank took a deep breath and launched into his story. "We were with Benjy Fenwick in Morgana Alley, helping him move into his new house. Soon enough, a group of Death Eaters came around the corner and began provoking him, calling him a filthy Mud Blood."
Alice sucked in air sharply. "It's ridiculous the prejudice they have against muggle borns."
"Benjy only took so much," Frank continued. "He suddenly cracked, as anyone in his position would, and shouted 'would a muggle be a part of Dumbledore's noble Order?'"
"Well that's when things turned serious," Alice muttered. "The Death Eaters stopped with their taunting and began torturing." She shuddered visibly and turned her head away, tears creeping from the corners of her eyes and falling silently down her pale cheeks.
"We couldn't just stand there," Frank said desperately. "So we attacked. Someone obviously summoned You Know Who and before we knew it, he was there. He attacked us and we only just escaped."
"It's the third time they've barely managed to elude him," James said sadly.
Dorcas swallowed the lump that rose in her throat, fearing to ask the next question. "And Benjy?"
"We don't know," Frank sighed, clutching his hair. "We got back three hours ago and we have no idea where he is."
Almost as if on cue, Dorcas' tattoo burned midnight black. She nearly upset the table as she scrambled to get up, surprised that Voldemort happened to summon her at that particular moment. Eyes followed her as she threw on her Death Eater robes (with magic) and quickly, feeling some of the stares turn hostile, she stepped away from the crowd. "We are about to find out," she whispered and Disapparated.
When she reemerged it was in Benjy Fenwick's new house. He had been looking into buying one for ages now and had finally found the one he wanted. Dorcas' heart was thumping in a drum-roll across her chest, waiting to find the doom. She was surprised to find that she was the only one there, the cold room was completely deserted but for a turned back that was pacing snakelike across the room.
"You are here," Voldemort said softly.
Dorcas nodded, fear tying her stomach in nauseating wave of sickness. "I am here, My Lord."
"Perhaps you wonder why I have called you to me."
"I do, My Lord."
Voldemort turned and began walking toward her. His features were hidden in shadow but for the bright glint of his red eyes that drooped at the corners in a terrifying fashion. Dorcas thought that his eyes were really the only thing that made him so terrible. As the days wore on, his eyes seemed to get even redder, more filled with malice and hatred.
"Would you ever lie to me Dorcas Meadowes?" Voldemort asked calmly.
If Voldemort could hear the pounding of her heart as she set her barriers up for Occlumency, it would betray her utterly. "Never, My Lord."
"Not about anything?" he asked softly. He had reached her now and his cold finger rose slowly to her jaw where he traced along the edge. It was all Dorcas could to to stop from screaming and bolting as fast as she could the other way.
"Nothing, My Lord." Dorcas answered, fighting to keep her voice as neutral as she possibly could.
Voldemort's hand fell from her face and he turned around, swiftly retracing his steps. "Never lie to me Dorcas Meadowes. Never think to betray me. I will kill you in the worst imaginable way, do you understand?"
"I-I understand, My Lord," Dorcas replied. Her mind was in a race with her heart that was beating a thousand times a minute. Why was he questioning her? What had she done to betray his trust? Dorcas knew that he couldn't possibly know that she was a part of the Order. He would have her killed her already. But what exactly did he know? What was making him so suspicious?
"You may leave," Voldemort said from a dark corner.
Dorcas was ready to do so but she had one question that he had to answer for her. "Where are we, My Lord?"
Voldemort's red eyes turned upward and Dorcas assumed that he could have been smiling that bone chilling smile of his. "This is the house of Benjy Fenwick, surely you've heard of him?"
Dorcas assumed a look of puzzlement until she allowed her features to smooth in a gaze of understanding. "Yes."
"He is dead."
Dorcas wasn't surprised. She knew he was, had known it the second she had heard Alice and Frank's story. The only question that now remained was the location of his body. She forced a look of grim satisfaction on her features. "How was he killed?" she asked maliciously.
Voldemort didn't hesitate before answering, "Perhaps I can show you for myself?"
Dorcas' stomach twisted but she nodded her head. "Certainly, My Lord."
She followed his soft footsteps that sounded more like gliding than that of a man. She followed him behind the house and walked for miles and miles through dead grass and poky weeds. It would have been easier to Disapparate, but Dorcas had the feeling that Voldemort had no where to be right now, he was taking his time.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they came upon a section of charred ground. Dorcas peered around and nearly retched with what she saw. Human fragments littered the ground, each of them dripping with crimson blood. The air smelled of death and fresh blood, the ground was soaked with the red lake, squishy beneath Dorcas' feet.
She couldn't take it, no matter how suspicious it might make Voldemort. She turned around and threw up, choking and clutching her stomach against the violent convulsions. Voldemort was laughing behind her, a high, cold laugh that filled her mind, entered her soul and shook her from inside.
"Yes, it is rather brutal, is it not?" Voldemort asked, satisfaction evident beneath the cold tones of his voice.
"W-what did you do?" Dorcas asked numbly. She didn't want to know, any God that there was knew that she didn't want to know. But Voldemort was proud of his dark deed. What would he think if she wasn't even the least bit interested in his new, dark method of torture?
"I severed his body, part by part," Voldemort replied, his voice rising in excitement. He was like a little boy with too much power, a bully who could pick on everyone. "He wouldn't give me the location of the Order headquarters. First I took of his fingers and toes, you should have seen the way he screamed. I made my way across his body until all he was was a torso with an agonized, pleading head."
Dorcas threw up again, wanting to leave and take a shower, wipe herself clean of his horrible ways. This wasn't a man that stood before her. It was a monster. A monster worse than any that was ever told in stories or written in songs. This was a creature with so much power and so much hatred. For the first time, Dorcas felt that the Order was useless. He would kill them all, he would destroy them all.
"I-I need to leave," Dorcas whispered.
"You are not the only one who was touched by my method of killing," Voldemort said evilly. "Leave. Clean the mess from your body."
Dorcas didn't need telling twice. She Disapparated quickly, falling into her house. Her legs gave way beneath her and she fell to the ground, sobbing while she clutched her stomach. Footsteps came behind her and Gideon's strong arms wrapped around her body, pulling her close.
"Shh. . ." he whispered, rubbing her back. "it's okay."
--
The worst part of Benjy's death was the funeral. It was held three days later and in place of a coffin was a rectangular shoe box, filled with the bits that they could find. Dorcas had refused to go back to the clearing. She had told the location and Alistor Moody, Edgar Bones, and a group of other strong stomached men, went to look at the destruction. It was the surprise of many, but not Dorcas, when they came back pale as ghosts, shoving the shoe box onto a table and retreating to the nearest bathroom.
Benjy's mother sobbed hysterically through the whole thing, right beside Emmeline Vance who had a romance with the dead hero.
It was a tragic day that should have put defeat in the hearts of many. But instead, it put courage and hope. One member was lost. One more person was dead at the crooked hand of Voldemort and his mysterious spy within the Order. But it wasn't the end. Hatred unlike anything any of them had ever felt dwelled within their bodies. It was a replacement for pain, a motivation that reinforced their determination.
This Order was not a about to give up. Voldemort was going to pay. He was going to pay in the worst possible way, even if it took them a hundred years to bring him down. Every member of this Order would do it. Voldemort would suffer, the only question that remained was who would bring about his downfall and when that would that happen.
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A/n: Very dark, no? Creepy *shudders* Well, Voldemort is an evil guy, after all. Please, please, please review. I would love to hear what you think! Please just push that pretty review button down there and let me know your opinions!