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The house blew cold as the former cheery occupants left. Rogue felt a slight twinge of regret. They made the house warmer than it had been the entire time she was there. Emotionally anyway. She was leaned up against the bedpost with her journal. She had begun some pretty depressing poetry about how the holly and tinsel around the house were wilting. The macabre leaves littered the floor and no one cared. Sirius was taking it really hard. He was lonely if not just rude to everyone.
Rogue didn't particularly sympathize. Kitty acted like this each time she had an epiphany about Lance. It was common place at the institute, rampant at the Brotherhood house but here it seemed as out of place as Day-Glo. Rogue shook her head at the odd time that she was born in and the fads.
Abruptly her eyes began to sting with tears of unannounced origin. The Institute, her unexpressed feelings towards all of the inhabitants, one in particular. The bitter stings of her brief bonds with the rambunctious but loveable boys of the Brotherhood. All of these feelings were about to break through. Rogue ran to the bathroom and hid from her demons. Looking in the mirror her own pale plaster like reflection stared back. She didn't see any blue anywhere. 'Oh thank Gawd.' She sighed as her chartreuse eyes looked back. Pale, thin and rather well endowed. She was Rogue, she was a mutant and in some sick and maybe illegal way she was loved. For the first time without much effort she smiled and it was good.
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"Don't tell me that y'all need to be fed again?" Rogue asked as she sat cross-legged on her floor. Jeans with out knees, a black tank top and army jacket kept her comfortable. Shoes were something she was growing to resent. She held on her lap, a medium sized cardboard box. Inside were two chocolate Easter bunnies. These weren't just any chocolate bunnies. Sirius and Remus spelled them to behave as real bunnies. She had two yesterday. Today she had seven. Rogue shook her head at her new milk-chocolate pets. "A'h am goin' to feel kinda bad when A'h bite yer heads off." She commented and lit a cigarette.
"Of all the stupid, pus spewing bloodiest hells!" Snape fairly yelled as he strode into her room. Rogue snapped to attention as her gray-green eyes followed the black clad figure. Setting her box of edible rabbits down Rogue moved to where he was currently sitting. Snape had created some tea and two cups with his wand and was looking lethal. Rogue sat down silently.
"A'h take it that the Potter kid pissed ya off again?" she said looking at a space over Snape's left shoulder. The thinnest smile formed as Snape looked at his morbid companion.
"In a manor of speaking. I had to attend to a matter of one of my student's welfare. Potter took the opportunity to brake every rule of decency and privacy and took his sweet time looking through the Pensieve that contained my memories." Snape spat out with a huff and drained his tea. Rogue thoughtfully sipped hers after flicking away the spare ash of her Camel Light.
"Are you more upset with him or yerself? A'h mean ya usually try not to get this bent outa shape over that kid. Side's A'h know most of yer memories. Do ya go off inta rants about meh?" she said and sat down her teacup. Chartreuse met black.
"My God, do all of you Americans have bachelor degrees in psychology. I swear that I have never met anyone who so bluntly and desperately tries to burrow into a person's mind as you do." Snape said and shook his head in dismay. "What in the world is in that box."
"Mah new pets, want one?" Rogue responded as she held out a small chocolate bunny. Snape quickly snapped it in two and handed her one half. They sat in chocolate bliss for a few moments.
"I believe that Potter is sufficiently scared stiff as not to repeat any thing that he saw. However, one can not be sure." Snape said as he popped the rest of the rabbit's foot.
"A'h think A'h saw Sirius talkin' to him in the fahre. I was weird since he kept on askin' bout his daddy." Rogue responded and snuffed out her ember-incrusted butt in the teacup.
"His father was the most ignorant and childish person I have had the displeasure to knowing. He and Sirius rank about the same my expectations of whom I should like to see in hell."
"At least he knows who his daddy is. That and everyone has somethin' good to say bout his mama." Rogue interjected and stood. She placed a heavy book on the top of the box of enchanted sweets.
"So your mother is no saint?" Snape questioned idly as Rogue bent over to keep her pets from escaping. She looked back at him for a moment and did not respond. Rogue finally slumped down with her back to the headboard of her bed.
"Mah mama was a psycho bitch who A'h am glad is dead." She curtly stated and pressed her lips together firmly. "When do ya have to leave?"
"Not until later, I believe." He said evenly. Her voice was laced with a quiet desperation. He pulled out a small bottle from his robe pocket and lightly tossed it to her. She smiled a feral smile.
"Yer goin' to even though yer pissed off. That's really sweet." She said and rose to her feet. She threw back the bitter contents of the bottle and turned to her enigmatic lover-man.
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Sirius was mad enough to spit. What had Snape done to him in that Occlumency practice? He knew that Harry had accidentally looked into the Pensive but Snape's actions were unacceptable. 'Snape you squall. Where are you?' he thought angrily. Remus was ahead of him.
"Oi, Moony. Find 'em?" he asked as his friend shook his head. "Maybe Rogue knows." And with that Sirius barged into Rogue's room to startle one upset mutant and one infuriated potions master.
"I was about to say not to go in there." Remus said softly as they both looked at the scene before them. Rogue was still in her jeans but little else. Snape's robe had been pulled down to his waist. They had been entangled in each other but were now furiously dressing and cursing at the two intruders. Snape with hexes and Rogue in mixed French and German.
Sirius now suddenly realized what had been going on before he arrived covered his eyes and turned away. "For the love of all things holy Snape, put your robe back on." Snape did not do so right away. Instead he held up Rogue's jacket to keep any eyes off of her currently un-clothed torso. She gave him a brief smile as she shimmied into her tank top.
"A'h didn't know that there were still gentlemen left, Darlin'." She said put her jacket back on as Snape pulled his robes back into place.
"Now Black, you had something that you probably wished to accuse me of?" Snape said icily and calmly straightened his robes. Sirius turned to the man he hated more than any on this mortal coil.
" I suppose I shouldn't be disgusted by your lecherous actions, should I Snape. What I wanted was to know why you felt it was necessary to stop Harry's lessons. You know that if the Dark Lord was to try use Harry for some sort of pawn then..." Sirius said and began to get rather red in the face.
"If the Dark Lord was to try anything, which he can not do inside of Hogwarts, then I would sense it and contact the Order. If that is all I must go set up for the meeting." Snape briskly said and left the room. Remus was looking at Rogue with reproachful calm. She smiled slightly then frowned.
"A'h don't suppose that y'all know how to knock?" she asked as she tried to issue them out of her room.
"I don't suppose you have the sense not to become involved with the scum of the earth. I mean honestly, Snape is the most disgusting kind of bastard that there is." Sirius began and was quickly silenced with Rogue's wethering glare.
"Look, If A'h got to put up with "the love that dare not speak it's name" goin' on through the walls then ya can get over mah relationship." She said and slammed the door in their faces.
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Time passed and spring bloomed. Not that Rogue took much notice. Everyone was moody about something. Sirius was mad and disgusted that she could stand having Snape around at any time. Remus tried to keep himself away from the whole mess. Snape cooled a few degrees towards her since their privacy was invaded. Rogue tried not to show how that had hurt her. However he came back a few weeks later.
The next morning Rogue made a big breakfast while humming some such song to herself. Sirius grumbled over his eggs. Rogue smirked.
Spring gave way to early summer and the restlessness of the house grew.
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"Where's that damn elf? He's taken somethin' o' mahn again." Rogue drawled as she tried to refrain from screaming. Her room, her trunk and her belongings were hers and no one else's. Rogue walked into the parlor where Kreacher was currently laughing to himself near the fireplace. Rogue raised an eyebrow and closed in on the small creature. "Alright, what the hell are ya doin'?" Rogue asked as the dirty thing turned his large eyes to her.
"Filthy mutant girl tries to accuse Kreacher. But now it will be just me and Mistress." He laughed and twirled about in a circle. Rogue narrowed her eyes and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. She proceeded to the meeting room.
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"Scuse me y'all, but A'h think that this little scumball has sumthin' to tell ya." Rouge said as she pushed open the door and unceremoniously dropped Kreacher onto the floor. His large eyes bugged out at the sight of Sirius.
"Pardon me master, Kreacher was just cleaning sir. Then the disgusting girl picked me up sir." The house elf began and was cut off.
"He was actin' funny by the fahrplace." Rogue stated and looked at the members of the order. There were maps and plans stretched out everywhere.
"Kreacher!" Sirius shouted at the small elf. "Tell me right now who you were talking to."
"Harry Potter called sir." The elf said and did not meet anyone's gaze.
"Mister Potter seems to have had another vision of the Department of Mysteries. He saw you there Black." Snape's voice now came from the doorway. He looked a bit disheveled. As if he had ran through the house to find them. Rogue pulled him out a chair, which he ignored.
"Right then!" Moody started and moved into action. "Tonks, Kingsley, Lupin, Snape and myself will go to the Department of Mysteries at once and see if Harry's vision holds truth."
"I feel I must insist that Sirius stay here since Dumbledore shall arrive in moments. I must return to Hogwarts to avoid any of Umbridge's interrogation. Also, the last time I was aware, Potter was in the woods." Snape stated and quickly turned heel and left.
Rogue smirked as she read between the lines of what he said. 'Potter is in the woods and I hope the bloody centaurs tear him to pieces for causing all this trouble.'
"Hey, what about meh?" Rogue called out though the din. Suddenly grounded all the wizards and one witch turned to look at Rogue as if she had just grew up out of the ground. "Hey A'h got powers an stuff. I deserve to come along and help. After all A'h 'ave been in this damn house as long as Shaggy over thare." She stated and cocked her hips. No one said anything until Kreacher tried to stifle a laugh. Sirius narrowed his eyes at once.
"Right, I forgot about you." He stated and grabbed the house elf by the tea towel. "OK you little traitor. As your master I order you to tell me all that you know of what the Dark Lord is planning." Kreacher's eyes got huge as he bit and clawed and howled out his treachery.
"The Dark Lord, he hates half breeds and those filthy humans. Now he hates even more master. Now there are humans who think they are better. They are not. Filthy mud-bloods and slimy mutants. They try to take over the wizards, but the Dark Lord will not let them. He will win and Kreacher and Mistress will be together again without despicable son." The sooty elf wailed. Sirius clenched his jaw and had brief thoughts of breaking the stupid elf's neck.
"Kreacher, I order you to remain here and tell Dumbledore exactly as you told me. Tell him we have all gone to the Department of Mysteries." Sirius shouted and booted the small creature across the room. Fuming he and the rest of the Order began to make for the doorway. Rogue was waiting there in an interesting outfit. A black spandex suit that had a deep gray breastplate and shoulder pads. Gloves and thick-soled biker boots.
"Well, come on y'all. We got an evil guy to go get rid of. Raght?"
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"Regarde, le Autobus! Und Sandra Bullock don le Autobus. Und le bomb de le Autobus! Regarde Keanu Reaves don le Autobus un Dennis Hopper j'e l'amour. Dat was de film Speed in Francois. Which in France was called Lavietess, actually it was called Speede." Remy said to himself as he moved his swollen wrists in his cuffs. They were heavy iron right out of the Dark Ages. Very uncomfortable for the former thief. He had been here for a few months and finally succumbed to the fact that the creepy people in the robes would not talk with him.
The heavily rotted door opened enough for a blast of cold air purged the small cell. There were four black robed figures. 'Merde, just like d'assassins. Well Remy got out of dat one just fine.' He thought as his head suddenly snapped to the side. The man who struck him moved back into the line as the apparent leader moved forward.
"We have been patient with you and your kind," the grim reaper like figure fairly hissed at Remy. "Mutantssss. You are not but dirt under our feet. Now tell usss of the girlsss weaknessss." Remy looked at the man and smiled his famed smile.
"Now now Monsieur Reaper. If dat all jou wanted Remy for den jou should 'ave asked." Remy stopped and spit. The spittle and blood formed a death seal and a devil's candy cane on the midnight black robes of the Dark Lord. Blood red slits met blood red irises. With a swift movement of his wand they all left.
Remy's body hung there, his smile still intact.
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'Well this is just creepy.' Rogue thought as she walked down the deserted hallways. The Department of Mysteries was exactly what it promised. Tonks was walking a few steps ahead. Neither girl realized that a thin wall had leapt up and separated them until it was too late.
Now, in her narrow, dim hallway Rouge squinted. 'Keep going. It's not like A'h can find the way back.' She thought. Behind her was only ink black. The hallways were beginning to twist like taffy in a pulling machine. Rogue shook her head and kept walking. 'Hey this is kinda like in the Sandman comics A'h read when A'h was a kid.' She thought as the hall was now filled with different sized mirrors. She turned to the one that made her reflection in bright neon flecks. Suddenly she was too close, way too close.
Before she could run away the mirror sucked her in angst and all.
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" STUBEFY!" shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione's wand at the oncoming Death Eaters. "STUBEFY, STUBEFY!"
But nothing happened--- one of the Death Eaters shot his own stunning spell at Neville; it missed him by inches. Harry and Neville were now the only two left fighting the five Death Eaters, to of who went streams of silver light like arrows past them that left craters in the wall behind them. Harry ran for it was Bellatrix Lestrange sprinted right for him. Holding the prophecy high above his head he sprinted back up the room; all he could think of doing was to draw the Death Eaters away from the others.
It seemed to have worked. They streaked after him, knocking chairs and table flying but not daring to bewitch him in case they hurt the prophecy, and he dashed through the only door still open, the one through which the Death Eaters themselves had come. Inwardly praying that Neville would stay with Ron—find some way of realizing him—he ran a few feet into the new room and felt the floor vanish—
He was falling down steep stone step after steep stone step, bouncing on every tier until at last, with a crash that knocked all the breath out of his body. He landed flat on his back in the sunken pit where the stone archway stood on a dais. The room rang with the Death Eaters' laughter. He looked up and saw the five who had been in the Brain Room descending toward him, while as many more emerged through other doorways and began leaping from bench to bench toward him. Harry got to his feet and waited for it to end. As the first one charged a miraculous event took place. The Death eater was sent spinning back into the others. Now Harry looked up to see Rogue. She was balanced on one leg after kicking the Death Eater with all she had. Rogue tipped her head back a bit as she lowered her leg and took a fighting stance.
"Best hang back a bit Darlin' It's goin' ta get messy and Mama ain't here to clean up." She warned and took out the next charger with one well-practiced left hook.
Presently the other members of the Order arrived to help the fight.
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"A'h think A'h am inside a magic eight ball." Rogue said as the multi-color world shimmered. There were mirrors everywhere. Basically she was walking anywhere with out being noticed.
"Hallways."
"Brains"
"People runnin'"
"Meh fightin"
"People runnin' opposite way."
'What the crap?' she thought and sprinted back to the last mirror. Looking down about five stairs she could see it as plain as day. There were wizards and Death Eaters fighting like there was no tomorrow. Sirius was fighting a skeletal woman. Harry was being defended by, herself?' Rogue shook her head and tried to sort this out.
The obvious yet impossible scenario arose first. She tried to think of others but could not. Bringing back her right hand she began to pound on the glass as hard as she could. Screaming obscenities in frustration she felt something horrible, wonderful and destructive well up inside. With one last scream of fury the glass shattered.
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"Why is the squalling room shaking?" Harry called out. Everyone had ceased movement. There was a soft noise then a sonic boom. Glass came exploding out of the sixth tier of stairs. A few Death Eaters were thrown to their namesake. Out of the hot pink smoke came a weird wash of colors. A deep ocean of blue twisted with a burst of blood red. Sunset orange mixed with moss green. Neon colors twirled into a whirlpool of colors that were never suppose to exist. A soft slosh noise now reached Harry's ears. Footsteps. Someone was coming out of the Technicolor mist.
It was Rogue.
No one moved as the Rogue near Harry stood up straight as she saw the other Rogue who looked livid. The Rogue who was covered in paint rushed and forcefully attacked the non-painted one. The first one was laughing. Painted Rogue stopped.
"Ya think this is funny ya cunt rag. A'h hate you so bad that A'h can't even see straight." Rogue shouted at the double.
"You know that you should really not speak to your betters like that daughter." The other Rogue said as she preformed a low roundhouse and knocked Rogue off her feet. The still standing Rogue smiled as she melted away and was replaced by someone else. Deep red hair was vivid against blue skin. A skintight black skirt and top drew attention to her at once. Rogue looked up and screamed every black word she could think of. She was quickly backhanded into Sirius. Rogue picked herself up and wiped furiously at the tears that were streaming down her face.
"Now dear, is that any way to speak to your mother?" Mystique asked as she advanced on her terrified daughter. "Besides the point of regaining the prophecy, I have quiet a bone to pick with you." Sirius was about to curse that blue woman to hell and back, but he was hit with a hex by Bellatrix and diverted his attention for a moment. When he looked back she was slumped against the wall and being hit by the woman. They were both screaming and beating on each other.
"You are the most ungrateful child I ever bore..."
"Ya never cared for meh. If A'h was inconvenient ya left me with anyone who wouldn't kill meh."
"You were always my favorite."
"Bull shit. A'h hate ya more than anyone A'h have ever known."
"Did I ever make a person to be a friend for Kurt?"
"Ya used meh to spy on the X-men. Ya manipulate meh whenever ya get the chance, ya bitch!"
"Honor thy mother and father you skank."
"Don't try ta bring God inta this you whore."
"You don't think you are really about to win against me, Rogue. I trained you."
"And A'h killed ya before. A'h guess we can both be re-educated."
Sirius was desperately trying to help the bloodied Goth and keep his godson out of danger but it was a bit hard with the hexes and lies Bellatrix was spewing.
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" Are you more worried about your godson or you other spawn, Cousin?" she screeched as his curse struck her arm. She sent one back in retaliation that he was able to duck.
"Is that the best you can do. Mess with my mind with your pathetic lies?" Sirius called back as Bellatrix straightened herself.
"I mean what I say, and I say what I meant." She began to rhyme in this sickeningly sweet voice. "You child is over there fighting for her life with her mother."
"OH Come On! You can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. He saw Harry. He saw Rogue.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. Rogue finally brought Mystique down by grabbing on the throat. Her eyes widened as the memories of a night seventeen years ago and a six-month pregnancy flowed into her mind. Chartreuse eyes wide she watched the person she never knew well enough.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through he ragged veil hanging from the arch...
Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.
Rogue saw a look of remorse and sorrow on her unknown father's pale and thin face as he fell through the Gothic archway and did not re-appear from behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a summer breeze and then fell back into place.
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Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing. ---Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would re-appear from the other side any second...
But Sirius did not re-appear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again...
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin and Rogue grabbed Harry around the chest and held his arms, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry—."
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through."
"It's too late, Harry--."
"We can still reach him--."
"Ya can't reach people on the otha side Sugah."
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but neither would let go.
Rogue would have paid more attention to all that was happening around her. Harry going off to seek vengeance, the stupid school kids being fixed up, Dumbledore going off to defeat the Dark Lord, Snape coming in bloody and broke. He said something about a dead boy that he had seen before.
Rogue was lost in thoughts. Not lost as much as consumed. Mystique was resurrected in a simple spell. She sought vengeance against her killer, yet she had a twisted and sadistic love for Rogue. The fact that she was living in her father's house made Mystique cackle in glee.
Rogue slumped against Snape and let it all go as she fell into the bliss that is unconsciousness.
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A few days turned into years for the people who lost their beloved friend, Godfather, enemy and father. Harry had been left out of the other three's plans for re-decorating the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Rogue lifted the doormat and looked at the key in her glove-shrouded hands. She turned the heavy nickel handle and the musty hallway was filled with summer light.
Snape had yet to speak for a good three days. He was trying to process and make any sense of the information he was given. He, Severus Snape Potions Master, had been as of this year was screwing the seventeen year old daughter of Sirius Black. That thought alone made him desire quick castration and a seat in Hell. Much less the fact that Rogue had killed her own mother, as she said for a second time. Snape believed her to be delusional.
Remus Lupin had lost a friend, a lover and the only person who accepted him fully as a werewolf and a human. His shaggy hair and thin paleness was passed down to the young woman standing at the foot of the stairs. It was evident and no one saw it. Remus shed silent tears for his lover, his friend and his sanity.
Stealthy a wolf stalked up the staircase. Chartreuse eyes followed the graying fur.
Rogue was lost, which is not a bad thing to be as long as you look forward to where you're going. Rogue found everything she was searching for in one year's time and then lost it. Her livelihood was gone as was her father, whom she never truly knew, her lover who seemed to avoid her at all costs and her home which will soon be no more.
She calmly walked down to the tattered velvet curtain and pulled it back. The screams of Mrs. Black started but died in her throat. Rogue's glare was enough to silence a banshee. Bringing her heavy boots down on the bottom right of the picture frame she broke the wood.
Rogue glared at the portrait of her grandmother and cursed her for being as evil and narrow minded as she was. Pulling out her lighter with a silver wolf soddered onto the sides she calmly and rationally set the picture aflame.
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He didn't hear her boots on the carpet. She must have followed the blood. Snape looked at Rogue from the corner of his eye. She seemed to have rid her psyche of some demon. However his judgement told him not to do anything. 'Allow her to take in the scene and then decide appropriate action.' He thought as his mind whirled with information and logic.
Rogue walked forward to the bedraggled wolf. He was lying on the bed he and Sirius shared. His muzzle was bloody. Kreacher's lifeless body was lying in a heap by a closet door. Rogue sat down on the bed and absentmindedly petted the wolf. Crystal tears cut through the black make up. The wolf howled. Finally they left the house of sorrows, allowing it to be truly Black.
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It's......... It's done. Merda Santa! A'h can't believe that A'h finished. Wow. I don't think A'h know what to say. Umm.
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The Goth Witch