Immortal Conflicts
By: Myself
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. And Mikeal, Miranda and Madeline Malfoy. They're mine and if you try to take them... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you. (But it is getting kinda crowded in here. If anyone else shows up, I'm going to have to start throwing people out of windows and such. Oh wait! That's probably going to happen anyway...) And just as an extra note, the mental conversations and talking Fawkes, those aren't classified as my ideas. I actually got the idea from Saerry Snape's Not Myself.
Chapter 7
Bring It On
In The Woods
Two females entered the room, the black haired one holding a small bundle and smiling brilliantly. Looks like she just won the World Cup, he thought smirking a bit. But she looked a bit familiar, just as did the red haired one. Then, the red haired one crossed to the door and upon opening it, set hell loose.
Standing on the other side was a figure clothed in dark robes. The red head back up quickly, screeching and pulling out her wand. But before she could say anything, she was dead. Cursed, most likely, thought Harry, as if he were watching a movie.
The dark haired girl was just standing there, eyes wide, staring. "Tom?!" she whispered/asked/stated. Then moving quickly into action, she threw the boy at the couch, the Killing Curse bouncing off of her like a small charm off of a barrier. Their eyes met for one second. The girl from Diagon Alley, he thought, then the baby began screaming, and upon looking down, he realized it was himself there. The shock of black hair, pale skin, emerald green eyes filling up with tears. And a lightning bolt shaped cut welling up with blood on his forehead. He lifted his fingers and found the wound had been reopened. Blood trickled slowly down his face.
Suddenly, the Dark Wizard flew past him into the wall and the girl snatched him up, baby form of course, and took off out the door. Instants later, the first small tendrils of smoke formed from several fires started around the house. He crossed to the Dark Wizard, took his "Tom's" wand, and exited the building only to find the girl gone.
She came back from hunting up some food to find Harry asleep, but not peacefully so. He was writhing around like a snake and the forehead wound that had been inflicted on him when he was a child had been reopened. This isn't good, she thought, crossing to him after changing into human form. The moment she touched him, his eyes snapped open.
"It was you...," he half asked half stated.
"Yes. It was me. You've reopened your wound, Harry. Why don't you stay where you are and I'll take care of that for you," she got up to gather supplies.
The young hand caught her wrist. "Why didn't you tell me?" Confusion played around behind his eyes.
"Because it wasn't important then, and for the most part, except for the fact that your forehead is bleeding and you now know what really happened to your Mum it's still very insignificant in the grand scheme of things," she replied harshly, anger filling her features.
He nodded, and closed his eyes again, his hand tightening on the wand he held beneath his robes.
Back In The Study
AKA
That Nasty Bloody Malfoy
A few Death Eater let out soft snickers and snorts as she entered the room. She crossed and stood over her husband. "Tell him, Miranda, dear," Lucius prompted.
"I hate you," she whispered. "I hate you and everything you stand for. Which is why I've been having an affair with your brother for going on 7 years." Her voice increasing in volume with ever word. "And for that long I have been a spy in this house for the Dark Lord. Your son stole something, a few things from him, and he wants them back." Her eyes were hard and set and a bit glassy. "Where is he, Mikeal? Where's Harry?"
Mikeal Malfoy spat something unintelligible from between sporadic bursts of air.
"A bloody git, am I?" Lucius asked, a smile in his eyes as they looked down into ones filled with hate.
Miranda's face hardened, a mask of hate crossing into it. She bent down and shook him hard. "Tell me. Tell me where your son is. Right now."
A small splurt of blood bubbled out of his mouth. "Wake up," he whispered.
"What?" Confusion crossed her features.
"Wake up," he repeated, and then sputtered in a coughing fit.
"I am awake. You are the one who will be sleeping soon if you don't tell us where Harry is."
"I... don't... know... where..." he trailed off, breathing hard.
"Hard headed git," she replied, disgust taking the place of anger. "Lucius?"
"Leave him," the silver haired man said. "When, I mean if, he recovers, he will most likely try to make contact with the boy. We'll have him then." Lucius turned from the Death Eaters to the man laying broken on the floor. "The Dark Lord is patient. But only to a certain point, Mikeal. I will be taking your leave now, and taking your lovely wife with me. She'll be a nice prize to add to my collection."
He smirked from beneath the folds of his hood and turned and left. The rest filed after him, his wife last, who paused to throw a pitying look over her shoulder at him. He saw something familiar there. Something crafty. Perhaps, he thought. Perhaps she isn't as in his control as he originally thought. The thought crossed his mind and then left as unconsciousness swept over his broken body.
A/N: You know, Liam. I forgot you were the one with the bloody mean streak. Damien has plot twists down to a science and you have just pure mean heartedness mastered.
Why, thank you, Elise.
Don't be so sure she meant that as a complement...
Shut up, Damien. Just because I'm always putting you down doesn't mean every word out of my mouth is a put down.
Not true.
SILENCE MUSE. ES. Don't you even think about joining into this madness, Liam.
Aye, aye.
Yes, ma'am.