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A/N: First and foremost. . . HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LORD ELROND OF HOGWARTS!!!! With that said, I know I only wanted to make this 30 chapters long, but that is impossible, I assure you. Especially now that I have so many things going on. Ah well, it doesn't bother you any, right? Well, on with our show. . .
Double Trouble
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Elizabeth groaned, her head aching furiously. "Wha-" She turned onto her side, or rather, tried too, but found that she was securely bound, and was going nowhere. Her body ached horribly, as if she'd been dropped off a five- story building. Or perhaps trampled by a very small dragon. Either way, it was painful.
"Oh, look, our sleeping beauty has awakened." A falsetto voice grated on her already frayed nerves.
"Wh-where am I?" Her voice was oddly thick, and her throat was abraded, as if she had been screaming. The disconcerting thing about it was that she couldn't remember anything that happened, just. . . darkness, and a weird, cloying sickly sweet smell reminiscent of rotting flesh.
"Oh, don't you remember?" Another voice breathed, "I liberated you, my dear." Lucius Malfoy's face swam into her line of vision, a sneer on his icy face.
"Liberated?" She spat, the events of the night previous returning to her, "Don't you mean kidnapped."
"Such a harsh word, I merely invited you over here, just without the option of leaving." Lucius stared at the girl, watching as she tried to call upon her Power. "Oh, you can't use that here, see, I have some tricks up my sleeves. We don't want you to scamper off anywhere do we? No. . . we don't."
"Lucius, leave us. I wish to speak with the girl." Another voice, cold in it's lack of emotion, echoed oddly in her aching head.
"Yes, My Lord." His face flitted out of her vision. Scuffling sounds, and then all was quiet.
"That means you too, Pettigrew."
"Oh, yes My Lord." The falsetto voice answered, and then they were alone.
"I assume you know who I am?"
"I'm guessing you're the Voldie guy that wants Harry dead, right?" She felt a courage that she knew was probably not rational, but to hell with being rational.
"Yes, I am Lord Voldemort." The voice grated, "And you are-"
"Don't tell me you're darling servant took me without getting background information."
"We know that you're one of the Elementals that are related to the Mudblood."
"Don't speak about my cousin in such terms!" Elizabeth struggled with her bonds, irritated, angry, and very much in pain. "You have no right to utter such foul words, Half breed!" She hissed. Harry had told the Quads over the summer that Tom Marvolo Riddle was a half-blooded snot with a daddy complex.
"Silence!"
"No. You brought me here to talk, so let's talk, your snarkiness. I'm all ears here. I want to get back to Hogwarts before I am missed. I'm sure you wouldn't like the consequences." She replied, her voice steadier than she thought possible.
"Strong words for a girl cut off from her magic and her family. You could not escape if you wished, but no matter. I have obtained you for a reason."
"Sorry Voldie," Voldemort flinched slightly, "I'm not of use anymore. I'm sort of deflowered at the moment."
Voldemort sneered, "Honestly, girl, do you know nothing. Yes, the loss of your virginity offers a sort of protection, but begetting you with my heir, that offers a whole range, don't you agree? An Elemental, such as yourself, and my own Power, it would be most fortuitous, don't you agree? I am hoping to obtain your sisters and your cousin for the same reason. Heirs would make good commanders of my army, don't you agree?"
Elizabeth paled, her body suddenly becoming cold. "I will NOT bear a child for you!" Her voice shook with vehemence as she desperately thrashed about on the bed she was bound too.
"I don't think you have much of a choice, do you?" The soft voice was accompanied by a cold hand, stroking her cheek. "This will be. . . enjoyable. . . for me. I can turn you against the Potter brat, you and that entourage of yours. You could be great, my dear, my favorite. . . because you will bear my first Heir. I had thought to let the Granger chit bear him, but you. . . you've spirit and bite."
"I Won't!"
"Now, now. Hush, girlie. We've things to set in motion." The offending hand stopped it's exploration of her cheek, and drew away. "Finite Incantatum!"
Elizabeth felt the bonds drop away from her, allowing her freedom. She sat up straight, trying to call upon her Gift, but to no avail, they had warded her against it somehow. She shook visibly with anger. "I. Will. Not. Let. YOU!"
Voldemort stood to her side, his red eyes narrowed with delight. "That's a good girl, fight me. Make it better. I like a good fight every now and then. Cruciatus should calm that spirit of yours! Crucio!"
A pain like she had never known wracked her body, causing her to cry out in agony. Her body flopped about in the throes of anguish, jerking about of its own accord.
"Finite Incantatum."
She lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath, every muscle cramping painfully, white hot needles of pain lancing through her entirety. Her throat throbbed painfully, blood coated her lips, oozed from her nose, and tears clouded her vision. How could anything be that awful? Her magic blazed into being, but suddenly, flickered out, dying cold. She felt a void replace where her Power had bloomed, dark and cold. She felt anxiety at the recessed Gift, knowing it had buried itself deep in her soul, hiding from the magic that sought to confine it. But for that moment, she had been connected to the Earth, and her pain had been channeled directly into the core, and in turn, flared through the other Elements, alerting three very anxious siblings and one very angry Dragon.
"I dare say you've been through enough excitement. Now, if you don't mind, I must take my leave of you." Voldemort smiled grimly, his eyes reflecting his satisfaction. "Oh, and I must stress that you address me as Master from now on. . ."
"No. . ." She croaked, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Very well, have it your way. Crucio! I will not tolerate disobedience, even from a concubine."
Elizabeth felt the darkness closing in, but before she could sink readily into it's relieving arms, "Finite Incantatum." Without her Gift, her body was much more susceptible to pain than any other, therefore, leaving her weak.
"Now, have we learned our lesson."
"I AM no one's SERVANT!"
"Crucio! . . . . Finite Incantatum." The mere fact she was still resisting was both pleasing and boggling to the Dark Lord. "Now, who am I?"
"A mad man." She whispered thickly, paralyzed from the pain.
"Crucio! Don't make have to keep doing this. . . . it's at your own risk." His voice was raised above her screams. "Finite Incantatum. Now, my dear. . ."
"Yes. . ." She felt her body break under the tension. . . "Master. . ."
"Oh, and one other thing, what is your name?" Voldemort chortled with glee. This was indeed an amazing creature.
"Liz-beth. . ." She trailed off, tears leaking from beneath her lashes, illuminating her face, and then the grateful darkness came to swallow her. Her last thought was of a redhead and her last words to him. . .
*** Charlie paced restlessly, his blue eyes roving over the three sixth years with desperation. *Where is SHE? * "Hermione. . . are you sure you haven't seen her?"
Hermione heard the note of desperate worry in his usually happy voice, and focused her eyes on him.
"No, I-" She was interrupted by a loud keening wail. The thunder of wings alerted Charlie to the danger, and reacting without thought, he pushed Harry, Ron, and Hermione towards Hagrid's abandoned cabin.
"Get to safety. . . there's a Dragon approaching!" The blood red Dragon swooped out of the sky gracefully, arching down unmistakably for the Grounds. Harry and Ron obliged, but Hermione stood her ground, her eyes widened, and her body shivering. *Great! She's got bloody Dragon Fear! * Charlie thought, misreading her actions, that is until she broke into a run, heading for the Dragon, who was settling herself not more than fifty feet away.
"Hermione! Get Back HERE!" He screamed, heading for the girl. Simultaneously, three figures stumbled out of castle, heading for the Dragon. Earlier that day, he had spoken to Raya, Skylar, and Danielle, who were slightly worried about their sister's sudden absence, but he had discounted it as anger for the revenge kiss he'd gotten.
"Charlie! Help!" Hermione called, intercepting her cousins, who were on the verge of collapse, Skylar's eyes were rolled back in her head, her body blazing a bright purple light, and Raya was no better off, shaking and her power in being, blazing a violent shade of crimson. Danielle seemed to have a better grip, but she too looked, odd, and the blue of her magic was startling against the white paleness of her body.
"Charlie. . ." Danielle panted, her knees buckling, "She's. . .she's in pain, bad, hurting. . . WHY!?" She screamed suddenly, and Hermione felt the pain ripping through her body, as she was connected to all the Elements.
The Dragon's eyes almost spun in its sockets, and it let out a keening moan.
"What is it? Do you have any idea where she IS?" Charlie suddenly panicked, picturing all sorts of horrid things.
"No. . . not enough. . . time. . . she .. .help. . . needs help. Charlie. . . you HAVE to help her! You're the only one who can!"
"But-I. . . what makes you say that?"
"Because, it was your name we heard." Raya replied, collapsing on the cool grass, holding her head in her hands, "I don't know how, but she ripped through the fabric of the Elements to get to us! To you!"
The Dragon suddenly snorted, looking pointedly at Charlie, then tossing its head to indicate. . . to ride it?
Hermione sank down, her body suddenly cold, as if she had been doused with ice. She felt. . . nothing, her whole body was. . . numb, dark, and it felt as if her Power had been. . . buried. She wanted to weep, the feeling was so horrid, she felt as if she had lost a limb.
"She's cut off, somehow, from her Power." She announced suddenly, "I can feel it. It's. . .worse than death. I don't know how, but I can feel it."
Danielle eyed her cousin, her dark blue eyes haunted. "If that's true, then we have about as much a chance of finding her. . .than. . . the moon."
"No! NO!" Charlie came to a decision. "Tell Dumbledore I've gone after her!" He called, striding purposefully towards the Dragon.
"Charlie, you can't help her. . . not right now. She can take care of herself for a while, but. . .if you go now, you'll kill her for sure. She'll die protecting you. We'll just have to wait. . ." Skylar's voice was hollow, her face haggard.
***
"Miss. . . Miss. . ." A small, plaintive voice broke the darkness that surrounded Elizabeth. She moaned, a burning sensation at the back of her throat. "Miss. . . we must get you ready for the night. Master. . ." *Master. . . * She felt her stomach flip, and without warning, she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the hardwood floor. "He is wanting you for him tonight."
She felt an echo of the pain she had endured earlier, yesterday? Her body was on fire, and tears coursed her cheeks. The house elf stared at her in comprehension. "You's be a needing pain potion?" She asked wearily.
"No. . ." Elizabeth managed to answer. "I-I must learn my lesson." Her pride cringed, but she didn't care, just as long as the pain would go away.
"Hmmm. . . you learn fast, my dear. Ponny, clean her up." The cold voice that was Voldemort haunted the doorway. Ponny obliged, waving her hand, and suddenly, Elizabeth felt refreshed, clean, though that didn't help the pain in her body. But then again, only obedience would do that.
"Here, I have something for you, girlie. I'm sure you'll like it." He smiled his twisted smile, and she felt herself blush, even as she cursed inwardly. He glided forward, hair falling limply over his crimson hued eyes. In his clawed hand, he held a pendant. "A little trinket, a reward for your behavior."
"Re-reward?"
"Yes." He lied, his eyes locked on her washed out hazel ones. In truth, it was enchanted to monitor her thoughts, and if it found something that was not in accord with Voldemort's plan, it emitted a Cruciatus like pain through her body, until the thought was erased with the pain. In essence, it brainwashed the victim. Perfect. He bent close to her, clasping the pendant about her throat. Now. . . to make sure it worked.
"Now, Elizabeth, I'm sure that this morning's incident will have no repeats. Who am I again?"
Her pride rebelled for a moment. *A great bloody snake! * Pain flared through her body for a moment, excruciating. "M-Master." She gasped.
"So easy to control, you know that, dearest? You will be a great Concubine, I am sure." He sneered, and straightened. "Ponny, you know what to do. . . get her ready for the nights. . . pleasurable activities."
The house elf hastened to do as she was told, brushing the auburn hair from the girl's face. Elizabeth eyes were dim and haunted, echoes of her pain lancing through occasionally to darken them. Ponny felt herself getting angry on behalf of this child. But. . . it wouldn't do. . . she must stay obedient to the Master. But. . . she couldn't ignore the pain in the girl's eyes.
"I will help. . ." She swore, her large eyes narrowing. "But. . ."
Elizabeth smiled at the concerned Elf. "I have to learn my lesson." She repeated hollowly, as if following an action that was both distasteful and necessary. "I must learn my lesson." Became a litany that would oft be repeated in the weeks to come.
***
A/N: Once again, Happy Birthday. Okay, don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
A/N: First and foremost. . . HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LORD ELROND OF HOGWARTS!!!! With that said, I know I only wanted to make this 30 chapters long, but that is impossible, I assure you. Especially now that I have so many things going on. Ah well, it doesn't bother you any, right? Well, on with our show. . .
Double Trouble
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Elizabeth groaned, her head aching furiously. "Wha-" She turned onto her side, or rather, tried too, but found that she was securely bound, and was going nowhere. Her body ached horribly, as if she'd been dropped off a five- story building. Or perhaps trampled by a very small dragon. Either way, it was painful.
"Oh, look, our sleeping beauty has awakened." A falsetto voice grated on her already frayed nerves.
"Wh-where am I?" Her voice was oddly thick, and her throat was abraded, as if she had been screaming. The disconcerting thing about it was that she couldn't remember anything that happened, just. . . darkness, and a weird, cloying sickly sweet smell reminiscent of rotting flesh.
"Oh, don't you remember?" Another voice breathed, "I liberated you, my dear." Lucius Malfoy's face swam into her line of vision, a sneer on his icy face.
"Liberated?" She spat, the events of the night previous returning to her, "Don't you mean kidnapped."
"Such a harsh word, I merely invited you over here, just without the option of leaving." Lucius stared at the girl, watching as she tried to call upon her Power. "Oh, you can't use that here, see, I have some tricks up my sleeves. We don't want you to scamper off anywhere do we? No. . . we don't."
"Lucius, leave us. I wish to speak with the girl." Another voice, cold in it's lack of emotion, echoed oddly in her aching head.
"Yes, My Lord." His face flitted out of her vision. Scuffling sounds, and then all was quiet.
"That means you too, Pettigrew."
"Oh, yes My Lord." The falsetto voice answered, and then they were alone.
"I assume you know who I am?"
"I'm guessing you're the Voldie guy that wants Harry dead, right?" She felt a courage that she knew was probably not rational, but to hell with being rational.
"Yes, I am Lord Voldemort." The voice grated, "And you are-"
"Don't tell me you're darling servant took me without getting background information."
"We know that you're one of the Elementals that are related to the Mudblood."
"Don't speak about my cousin in such terms!" Elizabeth struggled with her bonds, irritated, angry, and very much in pain. "You have no right to utter such foul words, Half breed!" She hissed. Harry had told the Quads over the summer that Tom Marvolo Riddle was a half-blooded snot with a daddy complex.
"Silence!"
"No. You brought me here to talk, so let's talk, your snarkiness. I'm all ears here. I want to get back to Hogwarts before I am missed. I'm sure you wouldn't like the consequences." She replied, her voice steadier than she thought possible.
"Strong words for a girl cut off from her magic and her family. You could not escape if you wished, but no matter. I have obtained you for a reason."
"Sorry Voldie," Voldemort flinched slightly, "I'm not of use anymore. I'm sort of deflowered at the moment."
Voldemort sneered, "Honestly, girl, do you know nothing. Yes, the loss of your virginity offers a sort of protection, but begetting you with my heir, that offers a whole range, don't you agree? An Elemental, such as yourself, and my own Power, it would be most fortuitous, don't you agree? I am hoping to obtain your sisters and your cousin for the same reason. Heirs would make good commanders of my army, don't you agree?"
Elizabeth paled, her body suddenly becoming cold. "I will NOT bear a child for you!" Her voice shook with vehemence as she desperately thrashed about on the bed she was bound too.
"I don't think you have much of a choice, do you?" The soft voice was accompanied by a cold hand, stroking her cheek. "This will be. . . enjoyable. . . for me. I can turn you against the Potter brat, you and that entourage of yours. You could be great, my dear, my favorite. . . because you will bear my first Heir. I had thought to let the Granger chit bear him, but you. . . you've spirit and bite."
"I Won't!"
"Now, now. Hush, girlie. We've things to set in motion." The offending hand stopped it's exploration of her cheek, and drew away. "Finite Incantatum!"
Elizabeth felt the bonds drop away from her, allowing her freedom. She sat up straight, trying to call upon her Gift, but to no avail, they had warded her against it somehow. She shook visibly with anger. "I. Will. Not. Let. YOU!"
Voldemort stood to her side, his red eyes narrowed with delight. "That's a good girl, fight me. Make it better. I like a good fight every now and then. Cruciatus should calm that spirit of yours! Crucio!"
A pain like she had never known wracked her body, causing her to cry out in agony. Her body flopped about in the throes of anguish, jerking about of its own accord.
"Finite Incantatum."
She lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath, every muscle cramping painfully, white hot needles of pain lancing through her entirety. Her throat throbbed painfully, blood coated her lips, oozed from her nose, and tears clouded her vision. How could anything be that awful? Her magic blazed into being, but suddenly, flickered out, dying cold. She felt a void replace where her Power had bloomed, dark and cold. She felt anxiety at the recessed Gift, knowing it had buried itself deep in her soul, hiding from the magic that sought to confine it. But for that moment, she had been connected to the Earth, and her pain had been channeled directly into the core, and in turn, flared through the other Elements, alerting three very anxious siblings and one very angry Dragon.
"I dare say you've been through enough excitement. Now, if you don't mind, I must take my leave of you." Voldemort smiled grimly, his eyes reflecting his satisfaction. "Oh, and I must stress that you address me as Master from now on. . ."
"No. . ." She croaked, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Very well, have it your way. Crucio! I will not tolerate disobedience, even from a concubine."
Elizabeth felt the darkness closing in, but before she could sink readily into it's relieving arms, "Finite Incantatum." Without her Gift, her body was much more susceptible to pain than any other, therefore, leaving her weak.
"Now, have we learned our lesson."
"I AM no one's SERVANT!"
"Crucio! . . . . Finite Incantatum." The mere fact she was still resisting was both pleasing and boggling to the Dark Lord. "Now, who am I?"
"A mad man." She whispered thickly, paralyzed from the pain.
"Crucio! Don't make have to keep doing this. . . . it's at your own risk." His voice was raised above her screams. "Finite Incantatum. Now, my dear. . ."
"Yes. . ." She felt her body break under the tension. . . "Master. . ."
"Oh, and one other thing, what is your name?" Voldemort chortled with glee. This was indeed an amazing creature.
"Liz-beth. . ." She trailed off, tears leaking from beneath her lashes, illuminating her face, and then the grateful darkness came to swallow her. Her last thought was of a redhead and her last words to him. . .
*** Charlie paced restlessly, his blue eyes roving over the three sixth years with desperation. *Where is SHE? * "Hermione. . . are you sure you haven't seen her?"
Hermione heard the note of desperate worry in his usually happy voice, and focused her eyes on him.
"No, I-" She was interrupted by a loud keening wail. The thunder of wings alerted Charlie to the danger, and reacting without thought, he pushed Harry, Ron, and Hermione towards Hagrid's abandoned cabin.
"Get to safety. . . there's a Dragon approaching!" The blood red Dragon swooped out of the sky gracefully, arching down unmistakably for the Grounds. Harry and Ron obliged, but Hermione stood her ground, her eyes widened, and her body shivering. *Great! She's got bloody Dragon Fear! * Charlie thought, misreading her actions, that is until she broke into a run, heading for the Dragon, who was settling herself not more than fifty feet away.
"Hermione! Get Back HERE!" He screamed, heading for the girl. Simultaneously, three figures stumbled out of castle, heading for the Dragon. Earlier that day, he had spoken to Raya, Skylar, and Danielle, who were slightly worried about their sister's sudden absence, but he had discounted it as anger for the revenge kiss he'd gotten.
"Charlie! Help!" Hermione called, intercepting her cousins, who were on the verge of collapse, Skylar's eyes were rolled back in her head, her body blazing a bright purple light, and Raya was no better off, shaking and her power in being, blazing a violent shade of crimson. Danielle seemed to have a better grip, but she too looked, odd, and the blue of her magic was startling against the white paleness of her body.
"Charlie. . ." Danielle panted, her knees buckling, "She's. . .she's in pain, bad, hurting. . . WHY!?" She screamed suddenly, and Hermione felt the pain ripping through her body, as she was connected to all the Elements.
The Dragon's eyes almost spun in its sockets, and it let out a keening moan.
"What is it? Do you have any idea where she IS?" Charlie suddenly panicked, picturing all sorts of horrid things.
"No. . . not enough. . . time. . . she .. .help. . . needs help. Charlie. . . you HAVE to help her! You're the only one who can!"
"But-I. . . what makes you say that?"
"Because, it was your name we heard." Raya replied, collapsing on the cool grass, holding her head in her hands, "I don't know how, but she ripped through the fabric of the Elements to get to us! To you!"
The Dragon suddenly snorted, looking pointedly at Charlie, then tossing its head to indicate. . . to ride it?
Hermione sank down, her body suddenly cold, as if she had been doused with ice. She felt. . . nothing, her whole body was. . . numb, dark, and it felt as if her Power had been. . . buried. She wanted to weep, the feeling was so horrid, she felt as if she had lost a limb.
"She's cut off, somehow, from her Power." She announced suddenly, "I can feel it. It's. . .worse than death. I don't know how, but I can feel it."
Danielle eyed her cousin, her dark blue eyes haunted. "If that's true, then we have about as much a chance of finding her. . .than. . . the moon."
"No! NO!" Charlie came to a decision. "Tell Dumbledore I've gone after her!" He called, striding purposefully towards the Dragon.
"Charlie, you can't help her. . . not right now. She can take care of herself for a while, but. . .if you go now, you'll kill her for sure. She'll die protecting you. We'll just have to wait. . ." Skylar's voice was hollow, her face haggard.
***
"Miss. . . Miss. . ." A small, plaintive voice broke the darkness that surrounded Elizabeth. She moaned, a burning sensation at the back of her throat. "Miss. . . we must get you ready for the night. Master. . ." *Master. . . * She felt her stomach flip, and without warning, she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the hardwood floor. "He is wanting you for him tonight."
She felt an echo of the pain she had endured earlier, yesterday? Her body was on fire, and tears coursed her cheeks. The house elf stared at her in comprehension. "You's be a needing pain potion?" She asked wearily.
"No. . ." Elizabeth managed to answer. "I-I must learn my lesson." Her pride cringed, but she didn't care, just as long as the pain would go away.
"Hmmm. . . you learn fast, my dear. Ponny, clean her up." The cold voice that was Voldemort haunted the doorway. Ponny obliged, waving her hand, and suddenly, Elizabeth felt refreshed, clean, though that didn't help the pain in her body. But then again, only obedience would do that.
"Here, I have something for you, girlie. I'm sure you'll like it." He smiled his twisted smile, and she felt herself blush, even as she cursed inwardly. He glided forward, hair falling limply over his crimson hued eyes. In his clawed hand, he held a pendant. "A little trinket, a reward for your behavior."
"Re-reward?"
"Yes." He lied, his eyes locked on her washed out hazel ones. In truth, it was enchanted to monitor her thoughts, and if it found something that was not in accord with Voldemort's plan, it emitted a Cruciatus like pain through her body, until the thought was erased with the pain. In essence, it brainwashed the victim. Perfect. He bent close to her, clasping the pendant about her throat. Now. . . to make sure it worked.
"Now, Elizabeth, I'm sure that this morning's incident will have no repeats. Who am I again?"
Her pride rebelled for a moment. *A great bloody snake! * Pain flared through her body for a moment, excruciating. "M-Master." She gasped.
"So easy to control, you know that, dearest? You will be a great Concubine, I am sure." He sneered, and straightened. "Ponny, you know what to do. . . get her ready for the nights. . . pleasurable activities."
The house elf hastened to do as she was told, brushing the auburn hair from the girl's face. Elizabeth eyes were dim and haunted, echoes of her pain lancing through occasionally to darken them. Ponny felt herself getting angry on behalf of this child. But. . . it wouldn't do. . . she must stay obedient to the Master. But. . . she couldn't ignore the pain in the girl's eyes.
"I will help. . ." She swore, her large eyes narrowing. "But. . ."
Elizabeth smiled at the concerned Elf. "I have to learn my lesson." She repeated hollowly, as if following an action that was both distasteful and necessary. "I must learn my lesson." Became a litany that would oft be repeated in the weeks to come.
***
A/N: Once again, Happy Birthday. Okay, don't forget to RR.
Love,
~Me~
