Doorstep of Decadence
Disclaimer: Don't own it (he he he), just borrowing...really now if we were publishing this (which we're not) don't you think there'd be some money involved? Come on now use ur brain, somewhere in there it's screaming "they r just using the characters for they're own twisted pleasures, nothing more).
A/N: ok so obviously this is a co-written story clears throat and we just wanted to say hi...Devi gives the evil grin and the scrunchy hand wave, Jacy gives Devi a very solemn look while shaking head then cynically smiles...oh and just as a slight forewarning umm if you have a weak tummy well umm u may not wanna read this chapter. What u miss u will understand in chapter two. both nod heads You can just learn about everything the way Harry does....
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Prologue b/4 the prologue (pre-prologue):
On a raised dais the dark lord sat upon his dark throne, holding "court" over his hooded Deatheaters. Cowering in front of him, simpering and shivering kneeled the ever loyal Wormtail. "A new follower has come, my Lord. Shall I send him in?"
Lord Voldemort nodded, waving Wormtail away, and watched as the little man ran to do his master's bidding.
Momentarily, a darkly hooded figure approached, parting the mists that clouded the chamber, and came to a halt, kneeling at his feet.
"Loyal Servant?" Voldemort speaks commanding the answer.
Kissing the hem of his robes, the man answers, "Yes, m'Lord."
"Prove it!"
"I yield to your desire."
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Prologue - Breakfast at the Burrow:
Darkness shrouded the Burrow as the Weasley family sat down in their kitchen to share a meal of steak and kidney pie, roasted garlic potatoes, and cheese Suflas. Just as each member in the family raised their forks, a knock sounded on the door.
Ginny jumped to answer it, dropping her fork back into her plate with a loud clatter. But before she could reach the door it opened revealing Percy, not exactly who any of them had expected.
Percy Weasley had not been in contact with his family for some time, and his appearance at the Burrow seemed odd, out of place. What was even more out of place was his formal dress robes and cynical smile, neither of which had ever been seen on the Weasley child in all of his twenty years.
"Mother, Father, I need to speak with you." Then with a glance at the rest of the room, "You too, Bill and Charlie."
Hesitating momentarily, Mrs. Weasley looked to her husband then nodded, telling Ron and Ginny to leave she rose and ushered the two upstairs. Once she was sure they were safely in their rooms, she set a silencing charm on the kitchen to ward her two youngest children from the argument that was likely to ensue.
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Not five minutes after her mother's footsteps had receded down the hall, Ginny had her stash of extendable ears in hand. She swung open the door and there was Ron with his own stash ready. Together they crept downstairs and lowered the ears into place.
For what seemed an eternity the two strained to hear some scrap of the conversation in the kitchen, and finally in an act of pure frustration, Ginny threw a dungbomb at the door and watched it bounce back from an invisible point about a foot away from the door.
"Damn impenetrable charm." Ginny sighed to Ron.
He simply nodded and sighed back,"Well guess I will see you in the morning. Goodnight." Ron pushed himself up and bounded back up the stairs to his room.
With one last look at the kitchen door, Ginny did the same.
--- Next Morning (A's N: wicked grins)
"Ron." Pause, followed by an irate sigh.
"RON!....RONALD WEASLEY, YOU GET YOUR LAZY ARSE OUT OF BED NOW!" Ron felt Ginny push him hard in the shoulder and rolled over with a sigh.
"Why must you wake me up...why I ask. What is so important that you couldn't let me sleep? Summer is almost over.." Ron grumbled trailing off as he rolled out of bed and pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers.
"Don't you want to know what happened with Percy?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Well hurry up."
Ron looked around the room dazedly for a moment before just shrugging and walking out the door in nothing but a pair of blue jeans and running his hands through his hair in that way that was annoying to girls because it only took five seconds and looked good for the rest of the day.
Shaking her head, Ginny turned and followed him down into the dining room where to both their surprise, Mrs. Weasley's untouched silver platters and delicate china were set out for breakfast. Both the two youngest Weasley children stood in the doorway mouths agape before diving into their appointed chairs to see what was under the platters, grins plastered on their faces. It must be some kind of celebration or surprise or something for Percy coming back.
Ginny grabbed the silver knob on the top of her plate cover, giving Ron a playful grin as she slowly lifted off the lid. As she looked down there on the platter was her father's decapitated head, blood pooling in the bottom of the plate, veins floating in the pool like slimy eels. The look of blatant shock on her father's face was now one she shared.
Ron looked on in abject horror, feeling the bile rise into the back of his throat, and before he could stop himself he grabbed the prim white table cloth, dragging it to the floor as he doubled over to spew the limited contents of his stomach. From nowhere it seemed, the heads of Bill, Charlie, and his mother came rolling off the table cloth along with the blood filled gravy boat saturating both the pristine white cloth and his bare back.
As the bile spewed forth again he could faintly hear the screams emitting themselves from his younger sister and the thuds of her feet as she ran from the room.
AN: Jacy's little step sister is utter hell seeing as she decided to delete half this chapter. So now we are writing this half for the third time.
---Ginny
Ginny ran from the room in utter horror, heading straight for the kitchen. She slammed her pale hands against the swinging door, only to try and reel backwards at the sight before her. This action beginning a domino effect and landing her on her back in a puddle of congealing blood.
Eyes closed as her head slammed against the tiled floor the shock burning the last image she had seen into her mind, that image being the overturned kitchen. Blood splattering over it into the gruesome site of the dark mark scorched into the wood, as if the Dark Lord himself were branding the family as his.
As her world slowly began to fade into black, she could faintly hear Ron screaming her name and his arms encircling her. Then the darkness ensued, encompassing everything she had ever known and everything she had ever dreamed.
She lost herself to the black hole that was now her world.
A'sN: please review. The muses beg you.