The Distemper of Chapter 13

I raised my head slowly out of the giant pot as green liquid started to bubble around me, turning darker by the moment. What the in hell… the brew was wretched and stung my knees and elbows that propped me up.

"MASTER!" The commotion buzzed around me as I fought against the chains to sit up. "The girl..." suddenly the room went silent, as I tried to figure out what just happened and why in the world I was an ingredient for the foul smelling potion, which was lapping my body hungrily.

The tail thin man turned slowly, as everyone surrounding seemed to hold their breath. His aristocratic stature was imposing, but not as great as the snarling lips and snaked eyes that looked like the devil himself with his immortal eyes. "Well, I'm sure you are wondering why you're sleeping in my cauldron." He sneered which drew a few chuckles from the audience. I ignored them, nobly throwing my head in the air; after all it was not like my situation could get any worse.

"I demand to know where my friend, James Potter is, and why I was brutally kidnapped to be just placed in a pot," I said shaking my hair out of my face, "And of course I beseech you to untie me at once." I was aware of the snickers as I finished along with the tall man's amused expression. He must be a leader of some type of cult…

"You demand me to, do you now?" His snarl grew larger with the developing cacklings. "Well I am sorry princess, but I am fresh out of receiving orders… do you know who I am?" He added raising his head arrogantly into the air like I saw James do many times before.

"No of course not," I sighed dramatically like I couldn't care less, "who are you then?" I looked up at him dully, my knees starting to hurt from the unusual pressure.

"I am Lord Voldermont, The Dark Lord, Ruler of …"

"Okay I get it Voldy, now will you actually get to the point of why I have the pleasure of meeting you while stuck in a foul smelling cauldron, because if you really wanted to met me, I'm sure we could of rearranged something else." It might have been the strong odors cultivating from the disgusting potion or the lack of sleep tacking over my brain, but either way I didn't care anymore. Nor did I worry, my conversation was defiantly offensive, and this man, surely dangerous… but I was soulless. There was nothing left for them or anyone else to take. Or to live for… all I felt the rising potion, and my life slipping slowly away… and I did not care. The Lord or whatever his name was grew slightly red, his head taking the first smack it had in a long time. Killing was second hand, but being insulted was not. Unaware I had gained an advantage… I had found his weakness I let my eyes wander to the wall behind him. The good came with the bad as he tightened his grip on his wand and I felt a quick dying twinge of fear before it evaporated all together.

"You are here because you are my immortality potion. You can never see your friend again because he is also of importance, along with his brother… and no I can or will not untie your filthy mudblood hands." He regained his composure quickly, and stood a bit taller. "Nor may you see the person of most importance to you—"

"That person is dead, he died a long time ago, you fucking bastard." I stared at him, anger rising from somewhere within. HOW DARE HE! I could KILL this man, standing there like he is some important Mafia member, but he isn't. He doesn't know shit to be one or even to compare!

"No he was Kidnapped." He snarled back.

I tried to stand in my chains a found they some how undid them selves, in my anger I was to blind to notice. "Stop MAKING UP so many FUCKING lies, YOU ONE-NUTED LYING COWARD!" I screamed.

"I'm NOT! BLACK, GET HERE PATHETIC FATHER, I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU, YOU'LL BE THE FIRST TO SEE MY GENIOUS… MY PLAN--"

"YOU COULDN'T FORMULATE A PLAN IF YOU TRIED! A MUGGLE IS A MILION TIMES SMARTER THEN—AHHHHHHH" I released a blood curling scream as the pain flooded into my veins. My head throbbed like it never had before, my body like a bomb exploded inside. Tears weren't an option; my body was being electrocuted with such force and terror that it couldn't process anything, not even vision. And as suddenly as it started it stopped, to reveal my father standing over my fallen corpse, blood in his hands.

Authors Note:

Marian Caroline Cavell

Loving mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend. Passed away on Monday, August, 4, 2003 at age 88 in her home in Sacramento, Ca.

Living the majority of her life in Mi she married her husband, Edward V. Cavell, and they raised 4 children together who were the joy of her life. She cherished her 9 grandchildren and treasured all her family.

She will always be remembered as an intelligent, loving, kind, and gracious person to all she encountered. She possessed an unending quest for knowledge, a great love for reading, flowers, painting, and animals. She always had an ever-present love and support for her children and family. We will hold our love for you and our memories of you in our hearts forever.

Remembrances may be made to the American Cancer Society. Services will be held on at St. Cyrils Church in Taylor, Mi.