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CRUCIO
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PART TWO of the UNFORGIVABLE TRILOGY
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Prologue
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The story so far...
Former members of Dumbledore's Army were chosen to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts to the rest of the school. Evil Voldemort plotted to kill his nemeses Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore through the Imperius Curse; Draco Malfoy placed it on Hermione Granger and Voldemort possessed Malfoy. She, however, threw the curse and began a romantic relationship with Harry, to Ron's disappointment.
Embittered by their parents' master's failure, a group of Slytherins abducted Hermione and dragged her into the forest. Harry intervened, but was put under the Full Body-Bind before he could save Hermione.
Just as Malfoy was about to kill her, Ron appeared and took the curse for her - much like a Muggle would take someone else's bullet. Everyone thought Ron was dead until he woke up in the hospital wing, just after Ginny's revelation of her brother's feelings for Hermione.
At the end of term, O.W.L. results came out at last. Ron passed everything but did not do as well as he had hoped. Hermione came out with all O's except for an E in Astronomy. Harry did better than expected, gaining an O in Potions.
During another careers consultation with Professor McGonagall, Harry hears her say it was a pity that Harry was perhaps the only student suited for becoming an Auror.
Three days into the holidays, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville are called to see Professor Dumbledore. They are to be sent to 12 Grimmauld Place for Christmas. Neville doesn't know what's going on.
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This, the second and shortest part of the Unforgivable trilogy, is all about transitions and feelings. If you liked the more emotional parts of Imperio, you'll probably like Crucio. Why call it Crucio, though? It's kind of a torment of the heart and mind for a few characters. There's a lot of diary entries and stuff, but you'll see some more of Voldemort, too.
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Chapter One: Confused
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Five figures crumpled as they hit the ground. "Wh-where am I?" asked Neville tentatively.
"12 Grimmauld Place," said Ginny. A grin spread across her face.
"Done it up a bit, haven't they?" Ron commented. He was right.
Candles in silver brackets on the walls softly lit the once-dark front hall. The dark panelling was still there, but the upper half of the walls had been painted dark blue. Ornaments like House-Elf heads on the stairs had been removed, replaced with portraits of cheery-looking witches and wizards and more lights. A long blue rug ran the length of the hall. At the end of it, a door burst open.
"My babies!" Before anyone knew what was happening, Ron and Ginny had been swept up in a frilly tornado. "Arthur said it was best if you stayed but I said-"
What Mrs Weasley had said, they never knew - she had just spotted Neville. "Now, who's this?" she said kindly.
"Neville," he shyly replied. "Neville Longbottom."
Mrs Weasley looked up and around, as though searching her head briefly. "Oh, yes," she said after a moment, realisation sweeping over her face. "Well, come on, then! We're just having supper."
*****
At the start-of-term feast, Ron always noted that Hogwarts food was better than his mother's. But still, a different comment was made after his first home-cooked meal in a while. Harry had to agree. There was something more personal about Mrs Weasley's dinners, even if they weren't as rich as those at Hogwarts.
"I don't think I can get up the stairs," groaned Harry, sitting back in his chair. Moans of agreement came from all around the table, along with the scraping of a dozen chairs being pushed back. Mrs Weasley tried to hide her wide smile as she washed the dishes with a Scouring Charm. Everyone thanked her for the fantastic meal and headed sleepily upstairs.
They reached the room in which Harry, Hermione and Ron always slept. Ginny and Neville came in, too.
"Really though," said Neville, flopping onto the middle bed, "What is this place?"
The others looked at each other, unsure of how much they should say. Then they remembered Neville's role in the DA and Harry began to explain.
"Do you remember what happened in the Department of Mysteries last year?"
"Yeah," replied Neville.
"Remember the man who - who died?" The words were painful to say.
"Yes. Sirius Black."
"This is his house."
"What?" Neville sat up. "I'm in Sirius Black's house? What'll Gran say?" he wailed.
"She'll say it's the best place for you," said Ginny.
"Sirius gave this house to Dumbledore-"
Hermione's words were cut off by a series of shrieks from downstairs. "Blood traitors! Murderers of my kin! Get out! OUT! My no-good son! OUT!"
"Who's that?"
"Sirius' mum," said Ginny.
"Shut up, you awful, awful woman!" Another voice was shouting in the distance.
"Calm down, Molly," said a considerably less agitated voice.
"That voice..." said Neville. "I know that voice..."
"It's Lupin," nodded Ron. Neville's mouth dropped open.
"So," said Neville slowly, growing more hysterical with every word, "I'm in Sirius Black's house with his mother and a werewolf!"
"It's the headquarters for the anti-Voldemort movement," said Hermione. "And Sirius' mum is in a painting."
"She drives my mum up the wall," added Ginny.
"Snape'll be in and out," said Harry. Neville paled. "But don't worry about that, he'll be in the kitchen most of the time."
Neville didn't look comforted. Just then, Mrs Weasley came in. "I've put your things in your rooms, dears."
"Mrs Weasley," said Hermione, "where's my case?"
"Oh, you're in with Ginny," she said. "All the boys in one room. Or rather, all the MESS in one room. Ron, if you ever leave your bedroom in that kind of state again I SWEAR I will take a Vanishing Charm to whatever's lying on the floor. That includes comics, sweet wrappers and clothes."
Ron pulled a face as she left the room. "Anyway, what were we talking about?"
"The Order," said Harry.
"Are there any other teachers in the movement?" asked Neville interestedly.
"Just McGonagall," said Ginny, "but she doesn't come to 12 Grimmauld Place."
"It's called the Order of the Phoenix, by the way," added Ron.
"Where'd they get that name?" chuckled Neville.
"It was the name of the original group that defied Voldemort the first time," said Harry. Everyone else winced. "ALL our parents were in it."
"Mine weren't," said Hermione. She looked slightly put out. It affected her deeply that she was the only Muggle-born in the group, but she always pretended not to care. Meanwhile, wonder lit Neville's face, marred only by the look of repressed pain.
"My parents..." he began. Harry took a photograph off the bedside table. It was a copy of the one on the mantelpiece downstairs. He handed it to Neville, who stared at it for some time while the others commented on various teams' performance at Quidditch.
CRUCIO
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PART TWO of the UNFORGIVABLE TRILOGY
::::::-------------
Prologue
::::::-------------
The story so far...
Former members of Dumbledore's Army were chosen to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts to the rest of the school. Evil Voldemort plotted to kill his nemeses Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore through the Imperius Curse; Draco Malfoy placed it on Hermione Granger and Voldemort possessed Malfoy. She, however, threw the curse and began a romantic relationship with Harry, to Ron's disappointment.
Embittered by their parents' master's failure, a group of Slytherins abducted Hermione and dragged her into the forest. Harry intervened, but was put under the Full Body-Bind before he could save Hermione.
Just as Malfoy was about to kill her, Ron appeared and took the curse for her - much like a Muggle would take someone else's bullet. Everyone thought Ron was dead until he woke up in the hospital wing, just after Ginny's revelation of her brother's feelings for Hermione.
At the end of term, O.W.L. results came out at last. Ron passed everything but did not do as well as he had hoped. Hermione came out with all O's except for an E in Astronomy. Harry did better than expected, gaining an O in Potions.
During another careers consultation with Professor McGonagall, Harry hears her say it was a pity that Harry was perhaps the only student suited for becoming an Auror.
Three days into the holidays, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville are called to see Professor Dumbledore. They are to be sent to 12 Grimmauld Place for Christmas. Neville doesn't know what's going on.
---------
This, the second and shortest part of the Unforgivable trilogy, is all about transitions and feelings. If you liked the more emotional parts of Imperio, you'll probably like Crucio. Why call it Crucio, though? It's kind of a torment of the heart and mind for a few characters. There's a lot of diary entries and stuff, but you'll see some more of Voldemort, too.
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Chapter One: Confused
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Five figures crumpled as they hit the ground. "Wh-where am I?" asked Neville tentatively.
"12 Grimmauld Place," said Ginny. A grin spread across her face.
"Done it up a bit, haven't they?" Ron commented. He was right.
Candles in silver brackets on the walls softly lit the once-dark front hall. The dark panelling was still there, but the upper half of the walls had been painted dark blue. Ornaments like House-Elf heads on the stairs had been removed, replaced with portraits of cheery-looking witches and wizards and more lights. A long blue rug ran the length of the hall. At the end of it, a door burst open.
"My babies!" Before anyone knew what was happening, Ron and Ginny had been swept up in a frilly tornado. "Arthur said it was best if you stayed but I said-"
What Mrs Weasley had said, they never knew - she had just spotted Neville. "Now, who's this?" she said kindly.
"Neville," he shyly replied. "Neville Longbottom."
Mrs Weasley looked up and around, as though searching her head briefly. "Oh, yes," she said after a moment, realisation sweeping over her face. "Well, come on, then! We're just having supper."
*****
At the start-of-term feast, Ron always noted that Hogwarts food was better than his mother's. But still, a different comment was made after his first home-cooked meal in a while. Harry had to agree. There was something more personal about Mrs Weasley's dinners, even if they weren't as rich as those at Hogwarts.
"I don't think I can get up the stairs," groaned Harry, sitting back in his chair. Moans of agreement came from all around the table, along with the scraping of a dozen chairs being pushed back. Mrs Weasley tried to hide her wide smile as she washed the dishes with a Scouring Charm. Everyone thanked her for the fantastic meal and headed sleepily upstairs.
They reached the room in which Harry, Hermione and Ron always slept. Ginny and Neville came in, too.
"Really though," said Neville, flopping onto the middle bed, "What is this place?"
The others looked at each other, unsure of how much they should say. Then they remembered Neville's role in the DA and Harry began to explain.
"Do you remember what happened in the Department of Mysteries last year?"
"Yeah," replied Neville.
"Remember the man who - who died?" The words were painful to say.
"Yes. Sirius Black."
"This is his house."
"What?" Neville sat up. "I'm in Sirius Black's house? What'll Gran say?" he wailed.
"She'll say it's the best place for you," said Ginny.
"Sirius gave this house to Dumbledore-"
Hermione's words were cut off by a series of shrieks from downstairs. "Blood traitors! Murderers of my kin! Get out! OUT! My no-good son! OUT!"
"Who's that?"
"Sirius' mum," said Ginny.
"Shut up, you awful, awful woman!" Another voice was shouting in the distance.
"Calm down, Molly," said a considerably less agitated voice.
"That voice..." said Neville. "I know that voice..."
"It's Lupin," nodded Ron. Neville's mouth dropped open.
"So," said Neville slowly, growing more hysterical with every word, "I'm in Sirius Black's house with his mother and a werewolf!"
"It's the headquarters for the anti-Voldemort movement," said Hermione. "And Sirius' mum is in a painting."
"She drives my mum up the wall," added Ginny.
"Snape'll be in and out," said Harry. Neville paled. "But don't worry about that, he'll be in the kitchen most of the time."
Neville didn't look comforted. Just then, Mrs Weasley came in. "I've put your things in your rooms, dears."
"Mrs Weasley," said Hermione, "where's my case?"
"Oh, you're in with Ginny," she said. "All the boys in one room. Or rather, all the MESS in one room. Ron, if you ever leave your bedroom in that kind of state again I SWEAR I will take a Vanishing Charm to whatever's lying on the floor. That includes comics, sweet wrappers and clothes."
Ron pulled a face as she left the room. "Anyway, what were we talking about?"
"The Order," said Harry.
"Are there any other teachers in the movement?" asked Neville interestedly.
"Just McGonagall," said Ginny, "but she doesn't come to 12 Grimmauld Place."
"It's called the Order of the Phoenix, by the way," added Ron.
"Where'd they get that name?" chuckled Neville.
"It was the name of the original group that defied Voldemort the first time," said Harry. Everyone else winced. "ALL our parents were in it."
"Mine weren't," said Hermione. She looked slightly put out. It affected her deeply that she was the only Muggle-born in the group, but she always pretended not to care. Meanwhile, wonder lit Neville's face, marred only by the look of repressed pain.
"My parents..." he began. Harry took a photograph off the bedside table. It was a copy of the one on the mantelpiece downstairs. He handed it to Neville, who stared at it for some time while the others commented on various teams' performance at Quidditch.