WARNING: This chapter and future ones may have hints that suggest or lead up to (in later chapters) spoilers for the Fifth Harry Potter Book, The Order of the Phoenix. So now you have been warned-

and if you allow your mind to the ponder hints it's your own dang fault…cheers!

Chapter 12

The Black Hole

I stared in shock as the unbelievable came true. James's face was horror-stricken and mine, I could only imagine he was as bowled over as I was. I couldn't even compare to what he was going through…. his own brother wanted him dead. It was sickening… once his companion and own blood: now our enemy. We were so going to die. I could fell the fear seeping through my veins once again as Brian stepped closer, his eyes a never ending pit of darkness streaming with the darkest of thoughts. My heart trembled in fear or disbelief as I held back a scream of outrage. The only thing I could do however was blink and breathe- the spell had bound me tightly and there was no way to break through, I was like a wooden plank in an old bending floor- unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to accept. In a trance of dead shock… Brian? How could this happened? I was floating in my own ship and only brought back to land by a startling tidal wave of words.

"Hello…. Brother." Brian snarled as my heart shook from the new sharp edge surfacing in his words. Oh Brian, whatever happened to you? You saved your brothers life… you understood me. The way I thought, the way I acted, the way I accepted…Oh Brian! This can't be happening… I would have noticed the difference… Breanna would of surely if not me! How…

"Brian how could you?" James stuttered in disbelief as if he was slapped in the face by an anvil and was trying to fight back the tears…and emotions. His chest rose slowly out of the corner of my eye falling in rhythm with time… and all I could do was stare at the ceiling in my odd position, desperately trying to move something other then my eyes. Brian…how could you do this to me? You were one of my best buds! You understood me ten times better than even your girlfriend…how… Brian… how?

"Quite easily, Brother. But then again… we are not here for any witch babble, or… are we?" Brian grinned as my head screamed with turmoil. Oh my god…we're going to die! I thought as a few Death Eaters drifted nearer to my defenseless position spread out on the floor. I think I can't do this… I have way too much crap going on to lose my life to one of my best friends! Oh please if there is a God… let us survive this… Please. I promise I'll try harder. I'll try harder at hiding everything, try harder to be a good friend- let alone know my friends…I'll try harder at anything! PLEASE!

James however continued, ignoring his brothers warning, "Are you screwed up or what? Drunk? You MORON, why in the HELL would you ever even THINK of…" Oh… James… playing with fire… is it a hobby, 'cause you're starting to freak me out officially. Our LIVES depend on the next few seconds…pigheaded troll.

"Because The Dark Lord has powers you can only dream of; he is my true brother… and my only brother." Brian sneered as his glare sliced James, and the tension in the room exploded in to thousands of shards of glass tearing up everything knew.

"Brother against brother, A valley of few,

Is the whole fucking world on glue?"

-Angelia Star

"Your lord isn't fit to be called lord, all he is…. is …a cold blooded, insane villain that…" James! SHUT UP! My mind screamed as the room grew thick with an icy draft.

"Enough gossiping already, I have plans for you and…oh Lily… I almost forgot about you." He turned his menacing glare from James to look me over suggestively; I could feel my insides flop with the look in his eyes. Never before did he have that look. "Then again… how could I with a father like yours? It should be a crime…" He droned as the heat rose to my cheeks. How did he know my father… what did he know… he couldn't possibly… or could he?

James took over, and for once I was happy for it. "I see you made it to the old head quarters … funny how you use the place for completely different reasons then what it was built for." He absently mindedly commented.

"WOW, great point…but that's not what I find… amusing. You are laying on your back in front of my feet acting as if you still believe you are better then me." Brian more or less rolled his eyes before dropping his icy hands to his sides. He threatened, with a suggestive glance in my direction before turning his head to glance at his comrades, "Boys…" he hissed to his comrades, "The Moody way…"

"But Sir… Why don't we just fin- "

Brian cleared his throat loudly, obviously pestered with his scum, which shut them up in mid sentence… not that you could blame them. He gave the impression of a towering lord and that was even before the whole evil crusade. "I have plans for them…" he said quietly, " or would you like to be the one to upset our Dark Lord?" he smiled wickedly slow, almost making me feel sorry for the disgusting muck he spoke to… but then again, not really. The corpse he addressed shook his head slowly as if he was just caught stealing gold from a goblin. Somewhat satisfied Brian turned back to us before slowly glancing over me. "I have plans for both of them." He grinned slowly as I felt the anger boiling up. Oh no you don't! If you even lay a finger on me I swear- umm…I'll…I'll… what could I do?

"But Sir, why the Mudblood?" another questioned bravely, like they couldn't believe their ears that after their chase they couldn't even torture - in their minds- an ounce of grime. Wait a second… did he just call me what I think he did? A MUDBLOOD! HE JUST CALLED ME A MUDBLOOD! You disgusting troll of a-

"DO YOU DOUBT ME?" he roared, making the hooded monsters behind him jump ever so slightly. I would have laughed if I was not about to face my end by these grimy criminals.

"Of course not." Squeaked their speaker, "We just wanted to understand why you consider this mudblood different from the rest…" he trailed slowly, he reminded me of an old blind man on top of a cliff, feeling around with his foot cautiously to try to find more earth. Yet I had no sympathy for him, at this point I could happily ripped his life from his body…if you call me a mudblood one more time…

"She's no ordinary mudblood." Why thank you, you disgusting self-centered pig! "She's even dirtier then the rest." My head was on fire as I flamed up… if only…I would so like to hurt you right now! Unlike you scum bags, my parents were honest and decent muggles, far better then what your parents could ever hope to be, assholes. From somewhere in the room there was a whisper and then a cool autumn breeze as my body relaxed and exhaustion set in. "Take her." Brian's evil grin dominated the room as my eyelids were forced down… for the hundredth time that day. I struggled but it was no use. Their magic had already ensnarled my senses and bewitched my body…. I no longer had control… thanks to a simple- yet effective sleeping spell.

My eyes grazed in a room of gray, finally finding conscientious, I found myself surrounded by people draped in black- packed into a single room by the dozens, buzzing with a frightening excitement. I felt an odd warm and tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach… as if I was a drunken four-year-old who just rode on a muggle roller coaster for the first time. My ears buzzed as my eyes came into focus. My head throbbed as a deep blood curling laugh filled the room- covering every inch with doom. I slowly sat up as everyone fell to his or her knees. A soft swishing sound was coming from behind my position, even my hair stood on end. Taking a deep breath I turned to look but mortified I quickly found that the small movement could not be granted with the thick chains that bound me tightly inside a cauldron. INSIDE A CUALDRON! I fought the urge to scream at the realization of my purpose arose… but how could it be? How could I be a… potion ingredient? Brian was talking as if he was going to take advantage of me or something.

"Well… well… my men did not fail me this time." The thing behind me spoke, causing the air in my lungs to freeze as if hit with a stunning charm. As if this was a cue for the cloaked corpses to show their loyalty, a short Death Eater took it to heart (if he had one, that is), scurrying forward to throw himself at the speaker's feet and proceeded to do something which sounded faintly like snogging something.

"My Master..." the corpse gushed excitedly, "We all wish you the best in your search for immortality and- "

"Of course… but must you snog the dog shit off my shoes?" The thing behind me sneered causing muffled cackling from the now standing audience of carcasses.

"Sir- "

"I wasn't asking, you're wasting my time, Black."

"My Master! I mean no harm- "

"Are you still talking?" he drawled more then asked, the snickering grew more pronounced as the devoted Death Eater finally fell silent. "Now…" His voice dropped as he moved forward, I could now see him clearly. His snarling face and slits of eyes stirred my memory in an unexpected way, startling my senses and rattling my bones. I knew him. From where however I could not figure, though as my mind pondered, the room fell silent and somewhat darker. "Let's take the first step to our future… Light the fire."

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Authors Note:

Well, well, I hope that wasn't too short for your tastes. I brushed up on my condensing skills in this chapter and decided not to release anymore of this odd tale in this chapter, and believe me when I say I have my reasons. The number one being that I am about to fall asleep at this very spot and time and had to end to chapter to keep my sanity. Why don't I just add more to it tomorrow and post it then, you ask. Why? Because I promised myself I would finish tonight (a.k.a morning), and not waste another day to let my story slip from your memory forever. Also because the following days my schedule is so packed I can only hope to have a pathetic start to the next chapter. But for which reason, listed or not, here you are…. The chapter that took me over a century to post, and please accept my apologies for procrastinating, but sometimes I can be a lazy bum.

Also I would like to thank all of the amazing reviewers who take the time to tell me if my story should drop off the face of earth or not. To the people who make me get off my lazy bum guilty and type words into my computer in the middle of the night… actually three thirty in the morning… but nevertheless, thanks.

And therefore I'm doing the ten reviews to cover my obsession for sleep. So thank you, good night, and now I'm off to fall asleep……..