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Erika - The Legacy of Lily and James
"Erika," Harry said, walking into my room before he and Ron left for their training classes.
I was still in bed. I moaned, and rolled over.
"Harry's it's summer. I should be allowed to sleep in," I moaned.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Sleep, if you want. Just wanted to tell you, tomorrow's Saturday. Ron, Hermione, you, and I are going over to the Weasley's. Mrs. Weasley is making us dinner, and Ron and I want to get you started on Quidditch."
"Sure, sure," I whispered, and rolled over in bed.
Harry left, and I heard the apartment door shut as they left. Unfortunately, Harry had woke me up. And I couldn't go back to sleep, especially not after someone so RUDELY awakes me.
I groaned, and got out of bed, cursing older brothers.
* * * Somewhere else
Far away
The same time
Adrienne stared around the room. It was the main room in the family quarters, which was actually just a remote tower in the castle-fortress. Ruth stood with several others, Adrienne's father and his wife and two of his misstresses. The five of them were very active Death Eaters. And tonight they were going out on an "assignment".
Ruth was trying very hard to gain footings with Lord Voldemort since her "humiliation" (as Adrienne liked to call it) just before the summer, when she'd let the Potters, Anya Jones, and Megan slip through her fingers.
Megan, Adrienne thought, Megan escaped.
They were getting ready to go. Ruth walked over to Adrienne.
"You," she hissed, "Be a good little Death Eater in training while I'm gone. Kill something. There's a few deer in the dungeon. I'm sure someone would take you down."
Adrienne avoided Ruth's gaze. Disguisted, Ruth walked away. The five of them left, and everyone else started drifting back to their places. The five of them would be gone all night, killing, shedding blood, putting the Dark Mark in the sky, and laughing at it all.
Adrienne shuttered. She had never been to a killing before, but a few of the older children had been, with Ruth. They came back grinning, saying how the people just died. They would go on about how the children clung to their parents, even in death. It made Adrienne sick. So sick.
Up until a few months before, Adrienne had been considered a "good little Death Eater in training", as Ruth put it so bluntly. For that's what they were. They were brought up to be the perfect Death Eaters, the perfect fighting force of evil, born to destroy all that stood in their ways, and kill all who opposed them. To bring their grandfather's rule throughout the universe. And they accepted it. Adrienne had too, until a few months ago.
She started drifting off in class, thinking about Megan. Megan was a year older than her, but she escaped. She went to Hogwarts. She was educated in other things, things much more pleasant and less-sickening than how many ways you could kill a muggle. At first, it had been just a touch of jealousy. She started doing badly on class, without knowing what she was doing.
Then Ruth started threatening her, and Adrienne began to really hate it. She started to think that there was more to life than who could kill the most amount of people and who could please their grandfather more. That was when she started to think about escaping.
Adrienne reached her own room. Her half-sister was all ready there.
"I'm going to the dungeons with Rianne," her half-sister said, referring to another one of their sisters.
Adrienne nodded, and watched as her half sister left. Desolate, Adrienne sat down. There had to be a way out, there had to be.
And then it hit her. In Ruth's room, there was a broom, a very fast broomstick, that Ruth occasionally used. But she didn't have it tonight. Adrienne could take it, and ride to London. Maybe she could get help, like Megan, be allowed to attend Hogwarts, like Megan. It was worth the chance of being caught.
So she got out her dark cloak, and wrapped it around, hiding her blond hair under the dark hood. She left the room.
She only met one other person on her short walk to Ruth's room, and told them she was going to the dungeons to pratice her curses. They accepted it.
Even though Ruth was very powerful, it was easy to get into her room, just a few unlocking charms. Adrienne quietly shut the door behind her, and crossed the room. Ruth's broomstick was in it's spot, tucked away. Adrienne grabbed it, and went to the window. She opened it, and a blast of night air hit her. She climbed onto the sill, and climbed onto the broomstick.
Under the cover of darkness, Adrienne flew into the dark night of the new moon, and rode towards freedom. Towards London.
* * * The next day
As told by Erika Potter
I walked into the kitchen, fully dressed my robes (we'd bought me some normal robes, too, in different colors, not just black). Harry and Ron were waiting, also wearing their robes.
"Hermione should be over soon. She's using Floo Powder," Harry said.
I noticed the broomsticks ready for us.
"Fred and George have volunteered one of their brooms for one of us to use," Harry told me.
I nodded, and threw myself on the couch.
A moment later, Hermione appeared in our fireplace.
"Hi," she greeted us, "Are you guys ready?"
I sat up, and nodded, "Yeah. I think it's too early to be doing pretty much anything."
Hermione laughed, and said, "Early to rise, early to bed."
"How about 'late to rise, late to bed'," I offered, "It's much more fun to sleep late and stay up then it is to wake up early and go to bed early."
Harry intervened, laughing, "Erika, I think it's time to go."
So we left. Ron went first, then Hermione. Then me. I strongly disliked Floo Powder, and stated so when I fell onto the Weasley's hearth, on my back.
"Erika, are you okay?" Hermione asked when I fell.
"Oh, dear, are you all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
I got up, and nodded, rubbing my back, "Yeah, I'm fine. Remind me to tell Harry to clean our fireplace."
To enforce my statement, I wiped a few pieces of soot from my face and robes, and waited for Harry. He appeared a moment later.
"Well, it looks like everyone is here," Mrs. Weasley said, "Fred and George arrived earlier. They're outside, preparing the yard for your game. They told me you're going to train Erika."
Ron nodded, "Harry and I are determined to make a Quidditch player out of her, yet."
"Fine, dears, just make sure no one gets hurt," Mrs. Weasley said.
* * * London
As told by Adrienne Riddle
I was tired, and half starved. I had eaten since the bread yesterday morning. I had tucked the broomstick under my cloak, and was walking around London, quite aimlessly.
My legs felt weak, and all I wanted at the moment was food, water, and a place to sleep. I'd rode through the night, and landed outside of London in the early hours of the morning, just before dawn. I'd walked into London. I couldn't take a bus, I had no money.
I leaned against a wall, and watched the people walk by. A woman passed me, glanced at me, and continued on her way, before stopping in her tracks. She turned around, and walked towards me.
"Are you all right, child? You shouldn't be wearing robes in the daylight like that. The muggles might notice," the woman said.
A witch! I thought.
I opened my mouth to speak, but it was so dry. I shut it, and tried again. This time, my voice, hoarse but still audiable, spoke.
"I need to get to the ministry," I whispered.
The woman nodded, and opened her mouth to answer.
Suddenly, everything went weak, and I felt my legs give way underneath me. There, on the streets of London, I fell to the ground, and blacked out.
* * * Same time
As told by Erika Rose Potter
In the Weasley's huge yard, Fred and George were waiting for us. Hermione sat on the wall with Ginny (who had come down to watch), while we discussed brooms.
Actually, it was over which broom I should learn on.
Finally, it was decided. I would ride on Harry's Firebolt, and Harry would borrow one of the twin's brooms. Fred was going to sit out the first few attempts to teach me, and then switch places with George.
I knew the basics of flying, I'd taken the flying class at Hogwarts, like everyone else. I'd found it fun, and amusing. It was quite easy to, just being up there. Of course, we had to come right back down, so it didn't matter much.
Once we were up in the air, the debate began about what position I should play. It was quite heated between Harry, Ron, and George. I just sort of sat there, pretending not to listen.
Until I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"How about this? I try each position, and see which one I like best?" I suggested.
They all nodded, and agreed me.
"You know, a simple comprimise can lead to a much EASIER outcome," I said to them.
"Oh, shut it, Erika," Harry said.
They started me out as Keeper first. Not too good. I let about half the throws get passed me.
Then they tried Beater. I accidently NEARLY knocked Harry off his broom, so they quickly stopped that try.
Next was Seeker. Harry insisted orchestrating this one, since I'd "nearly bloody killed" him. I missed about half the little balls he threw at me.
"HARRY!" I shouted, "ADMIT IT! I'M NOT A GOOD QUIDDITCH PLAYER!"
"ERIKA! CATCH!" Ron shouted from behind me.
I turned just in time to catch a red thing that had been thrown at my face. Once it was safely in my arms, I turned on Ron.
"What was that for?" I asked.
Ron shook his head, "Throw it back."
I rolled my eyes, but obeyed. Ron threw it to me. I caught it, once again.
"Throw it to me," Harry ordered.
I did so. He caught it easily.
"Guys, what exactly are you doing?" I asked.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances (they were flying right next to each other), and said, in unison, "Chaser."
"Chaser? Me, a Chaser?" I asked, "Yeah, right. My hand-eye quardination is, like, non-existent."
Harry grinned, "Catch."
I caught the ball, and continued my protest, "Besides, I've never even played Quidditch . . ."
"Non-exitent, ey? Too bad you just caught that Quaffle three times in a row, and I bet, if we kept going, you'd catch it a lot more times," Harry said.
I shrugged, and said, "Fine, let's get this over with. TRAIN ME!"
That was exactly what they wanted to hear.
By dinner time, I had been through what I thought was a thousand drills. At the end, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George decided I was defintely a Chaser, and a good one on top of that.
And, most surprisingly, I was having fun with it too.
Mrs. Weasley shouted for us to come down, and we ate outside. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and I discussed Quidditch. Hermione and Ginny listened, occasionally adding something, and talking among themselves. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going back and forth between conversations.
We practiced for another hour after dinner, in which I had to fly as fast as I could through a series of obstacles, while tossing and catching the Quaffle. It was very hard, but very fun.
"All right, well, we have to get going," Harry said.
We flew back to the ground, and everyone went inside. After a series of goodbyes, Hermione left first, for her own apartment. Then we left.
I went first, landing not so softly on our hearth. I quickly backed away, and turned on the light while Harry and Ron came through.
"That was fun," I stated.
Harry nodded, "I knew you'd think so. Well, now that you know Quidditch, are you still completely against trying out for the Gryffindor team?"
I thought for a moment, and shrugged, grinning at my brother, "Maybe not completely."
"Great. When we go school supply shopping, we'll get you a broom then. Something fast, and durable," Harry decided.
I nodded, "Sure. I'm off to bed. A day of Quidditch wipes a person out!"
I waved to Harry and Ron, and retreated into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
* * * Same time
As told by Anya Jones
Meg and I were cleaning up from a VERY late dinner, joking and messing around with the water in the sink, when there was a popping sound in the living room.
"Oh, I'll get that," I said, suds in my hair from our soapy water fight.
Meg nodded, still smiling. I'd set out to put a little fun in the poor girl's life, and was very happy to find that it was working. She returned to the dishes while I walked into the living room.
"Anya," the man's head in the fire said.
I recognized him as one of the men at the Ministry. One of Fudge's men. Mr. Castem, who was also supposed to be serving as Meg's guardian, at least, until Dumbledore and I had taken over.
"Anya, I need you to bring Megan to the Ministry. It's very urgent, and very important. Can you do that?" Mr. Castem asked.
I nodded, feeling a pit grow in my stomach.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"I can't talk now, Anya. Just get Megan here," Mr. Castem answered.
With a pop, he was gone. I returned to the kitchen, to find Meg finishing the dishes.
"Meg," I said, "We have to go the Ministry. They have to see you. It's very important."
Meg's smile faded, and she asked, "Now?"
I nodded, sadly.
"Okay," she whispered, and wiped the suds from her hair.
The gladness I'd seen in her eyes disappeared. I wanted to curse the Ministry. Why couldn't they just let Meg live her life normally? But I knew the answer: she was no normal girl. Despite the fact that she was Voldemort's granddaughter, she was also a Seer, who had visions based on Voldemort. And they wanted all the information they could sqeeze from her.
The two of us used Floo Powder to get to the Ministry (which, in itself was quite complicated, more than one stop to get there). We were directed to Fudge's office, and told to wait outside before he could see us. I settled Meg into one of the chairs, and talked with Mr. Castem, who was standing outside the office as well.
"How is she doing?" Mr. Castem asked.
"Fine," I answered, "Isn't there some way you could find not to call on her too much? I want her just to be able to live, and not worry about having the Ministry breathing down our backs every step we take."
Mr. Castem shrugged, and left me alone. I glared after him. The Ministry was REALLY starting to annoy me.
Fudge let us in a few minutes later. Mr. Castem walked in first, followed by Meg, and then me. A few seconds after she entered, Meg gasped, and went pale. I followed her gaze.
Across the room, was a young girl sitting on a chair. The girl was very pale. She had long blond hair, to her elbows. She was slumping, obviously very weak. There was an empty vial beside her. She'd probably just taken a potion.
"Ad . . . Adrienne?" Meg asked, her voice weak.
The girl looked up, and smiled weakly at Meg.
"Hi, Meg. I came to join you," the girl, Adrienne, said, her voice even weaker.
Mr. Castem looked at Fudge, and asked, "Did she take the potion, Minister?"
Fudge nodded, and replied, "We spoke with Adrienne under Vertiseriam, and she admitted to being Adrienne Riddle, another one of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named granddaughters."
Adrienne turned to glare at him, at the same time Meg did. But Adrienne spoke first.
"Call him by his name, Voldemort. By avoiding his name only increases the fear of him. And it is people's fear he lives off of," Adrienne hissed.
Fudge ignored it, and continued, "We've found Adrienne innocent and truly sorry for anything. I've called Dumbledore here. In all probability, Adrienne will join you at Hogwarts, Megan."
I glanced at Meg, who was glaring at her sister. Adrienne glanced at her.
"Megan, you do trust me, don't you?" Adrienne asked.
Meg shook her head, and asked, "How did you escape?"
Adrienne shrugged, "Sometimes, when you're neglected, it's quite easy. Megan, don't you trust me?"
Again, Meg shook her head, and said, "I don't know."
A/N- Tada! Chapter 16 is DONE!!! Well, Adrienne escaped. This one is a bit shorter, but there wasn't much else I could add onto it. I think the next chapter will be the last one in the summer, and then we'll move onto year 2!!!! Yes!!! Is everyone excited about the 5th book? I AM. I am also fully aware that the 5th book may totally make most of my stories impossible to be real, but, oh well, I'll still write them for anyone who wants to read them. That's it. Now, REVIEW!!!
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Erika - The Legacy of Lily and James
"Erika," Harry said, walking into my room before he and Ron left for their training classes.
I was still in bed. I moaned, and rolled over.
"Harry's it's summer. I should be allowed to sleep in," I moaned.
Harry rolled his eyes, "Sleep, if you want. Just wanted to tell you, tomorrow's Saturday. Ron, Hermione, you, and I are going over to the Weasley's. Mrs. Weasley is making us dinner, and Ron and I want to get you started on Quidditch."
"Sure, sure," I whispered, and rolled over in bed.
Harry left, and I heard the apartment door shut as they left. Unfortunately, Harry had woke me up. And I couldn't go back to sleep, especially not after someone so RUDELY awakes me.
I groaned, and got out of bed, cursing older brothers.
* * * Somewhere else
Far away
The same time
Adrienne stared around the room. It was the main room in the family quarters, which was actually just a remote tower in the castle-fortress. Ruth stood with several others, Adrienne's father and his wife and two of his misstresses. The five of them were very active Death Eaters. And tonight they were going out on an "assignment".
Ruth was trying very hard to gain footings with Lord Voldemort since her "humiliation" (as Adrienne liked to call it) just before the summer, when she'd let the Potters, Anya Jones, and Megan slip through her fingers.
Megan, Adrienne thought, Megan escaped.
They were getting ready to go. Ruth walked over to Adrienne.
"You," she hissed, "Be a good little Death Eater in training while I'm gone. Kill something. There's a few deer in the dungeon. I'm sure someone would take you down."
Adrienne avoided Ruth's gaze. Disguisted, Ruth walked away. The five of them left, and everyone else started drifting back to their places. The five of them would be gone all night, killing, shedding blood, putting the Dark Mark in the sky, and laughing at it all.
Adrienne shuttered. She had never been to a killing before, but a few of the older children had been, with Ruth. They came back grinning, saying how the people just died. They would go on about how the children clung to their parents, even in death. It made Adrienne sick. So sick.
Up until a few months before, Adrienne had been considered a "good little Death Eater in training", as Ruth put it so bluntly. For that's what they were. They were brought up to be the perfect Death Eaters, the perfect fighting force of evil, born to destroy all that stood in their ways, and kill all who opposed them. To bring their grandfather's rule throughout the universe. And they accepted it. Adrienne had too, until a few months ago.
She started drifting off in class, thinking about Megan. Megan was a year older than her, but she escaped. She went to Hogwarts. She was educated in other things, things much more pleasant and less-sickening than how many ways you could kill a muggle. At first, it had been just a touch of jealousy. She started doing badly on class, without knowing what she was doing.
Then Ruth started threatening her, and Adrienne began to really hate it. She started to think that there was more to life than who could kill the most amount of people and who could please their grandfather more. That was when she started to think about escaping.
Adrienne reached her own room. Her half-sister was all ready there.
"I'm going to the dungeons with Rianne," her half-sister said, referring to another one of their sisters.
Adrienne nodded, and watched as her half sister left. Desolate, Adrienne sat down. There had to be a way out, there had to be.
And then it hit her. In Ruth's room, there was a broom, a very fast broomstick, that Ruth occasionally used. But she didn't have it tonight. Adrienne could take it, and ride to London. Maybe she could get help, like Megan, be allowed to attend Hogwarts, like Megan. It was worth the chance of being caught.
So she got out her dark cloak, and wrapped it around, hiding her blond hair under the dark hood. She left the room.
She only met one other person on her short walk to Ruth's room, and told them she was going to the dungeons to pratice her curses. They accepted it.
Even though Ruth was very powerful, it was easy to get into her room, just a few unlocking charms. Adrienne quietly shut the door behind her, and crossed the room. Ruth's broomstick was in it's spot, tucked away. Adrienne grabbed it, and went to the window. She opened it, and a blast of night air hit her. She climbed onto the sill, and climbed onto the broomstick.
Under the cover of darkness, Adrienne flew into the dark night of the new moon, and rode towards freedom. Towards London.
* * * The next day
As told by Erika Potter
I walked into the kitchen, fully dressed my robes (we'd bought me some normal robes, too, in different colors, not just black). Harry and Ron were waiting, also wearing their robes.
"Hermione should be over soon. She's using Floo Powder," Harry said.
I noticed the broomsticks ready for us.
"Fred and George have volunteered one of their brooms for one of us to use," Harry told me.
I nodded, and threw myself on the couch.
A moment later, Hermione appeared in our fireplace.
"Hi," she greeted us, "Are you guys ready?"
I sat up, and nodded, "Yeah. I think it's too early to be doing pretty much anything."
Hermione laughed, and said, "Early to rise, early to bed."
"How about 'late to rise, late to bed'," I offered, "It's much more fun to sleep late and stay up then it is to wake up early and go to bed early."
Harry intervened, laughing, "Erika, I think it's time to go."
So we left. Ron went first, then Hermione. Then me. I strongly disliked Floo Powder, and stated so when I fell onto the Weasley's hearth, on my back.
"Erika, are you okay?" Hermione asked when I fell.
"Oh, dear, are you all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
I got up, and nodded, rubbing my back, "Yeah, I'm fine. Remind me to tell Harry to clean our fireplace."
To enforce my statement, I wiped a few pieces of soot from my face and robes, and waited for Harry. He appeared a moment later.
"Well, it looks like everyone is here," Mrs. Weasley said, "Fred and George arrived earlier. They're outside, preparing the yard for your game. They told me you're going to train Erika."
Ron nodded, "Harry and I are determined to make a Quidditch player out of her, yet."
"Fine, dears, just make sure no one gets hurt," Mrs. Weasley said.
* * * London
As told by Adrienne Riddle
I was tired, and half starved. I had eaten since the bread yesterday morning. I had tucked the broomstick under my cloak, and was walking around London, quite aimlessly.
My legs felt weak, and all I wanted at the moment was food, water, and a place to sleep. I'd rode through the night, and landed outside of London in the early hours of the morning, just before dawn. I'd walked into London. I couldn't take a bus, I had no money.
I leaned against a wall, and watched the people walk by. A woman passed me, glanced at me, and continued on her way, before stopping in her tracks. She turned around, and walked towards me.
"Are you all right, child? You shouldn't be wearing robes in the daylight like that. The muggles might notice," the woman said.
A witch! I thought.
I opened my mouth to speak, but it was so dry. I shut it, and tried again. This time, my voice, hoarse but still audiable, spoke.
"I need to get to the ministry," I whispered.
The woman nodded, and opened her mouth to answer.
Suddenly, everything went weak, and I felt my legs give way underneath me. There, on the streets of London, I fell to the ground, and blacked out.
* * * Same time
As told by Erika Rose Potter
In the Weasley's huge yard, Fred and George were waiting for us. Hermione sat on the wall with Ginny (who had come down to watch), while we discussed brooms.
Actually, it was over which broom I should learn on.
Finally, it was decided. I would ride on Harry's Firebolt, and Harry would borrow one of the twin's brooms. Fred was going to sit out the first few attempts to teach me, and then switch places with George.
I knew the basics of flying, I'd taken the flying class at Hogwarts, like everyone else. I'd found it fun, and amusing. It was quite easy to, just being up there. Of course, we had to come right back down, so it didn't matter much.
Once we were up in the air, the debate began about what position I should play. It was quite heated between Harry, Ron, and George. I just sort of sat there, pretending not to listen.
Until I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"How about this? I try each position, and see which one I like best?" I suggested.
They all nodded, and agreed me.
"You know, a simple comprimise can lead to a much EASIER outcome," I said to them.
"Oh, shut it, Erika," Harry said.
They started me out as Keeper first. Not too good. I let about half the throws get passed me.
Then they tried Beater. I accidently NEARLY knocked Harry off his broom, so they quickly stopped that try.
Next was Seeker. Harry insisted orchestrating this one, since I'd "nearly bloody killed" him. I missed about half the little balls he threw at me.
"HARRY!" I shouted, "ADMIT IT! I'M NOT A GOOD QUIDDITCH PLAYER!"
"ERIKA! CATCH!" Ron shouted from behind me.
I turned just in time to catch a red thing that had been thrown at my face. Once it was safely in my arms, I turned on Ron.
"What was that for?" I asked.
Ron shook his head, "Throw it back."
I rolled my eyes, but obeyed. Ron threw it to me. I caught it, once again.
"Throw it to me," Harry ordered.
I did so. He caught it easily.
"Guys, what exactly are you doing?" I asked.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances (they were flying right next to each other), and said, in unison, "Chaser."
"Chaser? Me, a Chaser?" I asked, "Yeah, right. My hand-eye quardination is, like, non-existent."
Harry grinned, "Catch."
I caught the ball, and continued my protest, "Besides, I've never even played Quidditch . . ."
"Non-exitent, ey? Too bad you just caught that Quaffle three times in a row, and I bet, if we kept going, you'd catch it a lot more times," Harry said.
I shrugged, and said, "Fine, let's get this over with. TRAIN ME!"
That was exactly what they wanted to hear.
By dinner time, I had been through what I thought was a thousand drills. At the end, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George decided I was defintely a Chaser, and a good one on top of that.
And, most surprisingly, I was having fun with it too.
Mrs. Weasley shouted for us to come down, and we ate outside. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and I discussed Quidditch. Hermione and Ginny listened, occasionally adding something, and talking among themselves. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going back and forth between conversations.
We practiced for another hour after dinner, in which I had to fly as fast as I could through a series of obstacles, while tossing and catching the Quaffle. It was very hard, but very fun.
"All right, well, we have to get going," Harry said.
We flew back to the ground, and everyone went inside. After a series of goodbyes, Hermione left first, for her own apartment. Then we left.
I went first, landing not so softly on our hearth. I quickly backed away, and turned on the light while Harry and Ron came through.
"That was fun," I stated.
Harry nodded, "I knew you'd think so. Well, now that you know Quidditch, are you still completely against trying out for the Gryffindor team?"
I thought for a moment, and shrugged, grinning at my brother, "Maybe not completely."
"Great. When we go school supply shopping, we'll get you a broom then. Something fast, and durable," Harry decided.
I nodded, "Sure. I'm off to bed. A day of Quidditch wipes a person out!"
I waved to Harry and Ron, and retreated into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
* * * Same time
As told by Anya Jones
Meg and I were cleaning up from a VERY late dinner, joking and messing around with the water in the sink, when there was a popping sound in the living room.
"Oh, I'll get that," I said, suds in my hair from our soapy water fight.
Meg nodded, still smiling. I'd set out to put a little fun in the poor girl's life, and was very happy to find that it was working. She returned to the dishes while I walked into the living room.
"Anya," the man's head in the fire said.
I recognized him as one of the men at the Ministry. One of Fudge's men. Mr. Castem, who was also supposed to be serving as Meg's guardian, at least, until Dumbledore and I had taken over.
"Anya, I need you to bring Megan to the Ministry. It's very urgent, and very important. Can you do that?" Mr. Castem asked.
I nodded, feeling a pit grow in my stomach.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"I can't talk now, Anya. Just get Megan here," Mr. Castem answered.
With a pop, he was gone. I returned to the kitchen, to find Meg finishing the dishes.
"Meg," I said, "We have to go the Ministry. They have to see you. It's very important."
Meg's smile faded, and she asked, "Now?"
I nodded, sadly.
"Okay," she whispered, and wiped the suds from her hair.
The gladness I'd seen in her eyes disappeared. I wanted to curse the Ministry. Why couldn't they just let Meg live her life normally? But I knew the answer: she was no normal girl. Despite the fact that she was Voldemort's granddaughter, she was also a Seer, who had visions based on Voldemort. And they wanted all the information they could sqeeze from her.
The two of us used Floo Powder to get to the Ministry (which, in itself was quite complicated, more than one stop to get there). We were directed to Fudge's office, and told to wait outside before he could see us. I settled Meg into one of the chairs, and talked with Mr. Castem, who was standing outside the office as well.
"How is she doing?" Mr. Castem asked.
"Fine," I answered, "Isn't there some way you could find not to call on her too much? I want her just to be able to live, and not worry about having the Ministry breathing down our backs every step we take."
Mr. Castem shrugged, and left me alone. I glared after him. The Ministry was REALLY starting to annoy me.
Fudge let us in a few minutes later. Mr. Castem walked in first, followed by Meg, and then me. A few seconds after she entered, Meg gasped, and went pale. I followed her gaze.
Across the room, was a young girl sitting on a chair. The girl was very pale. She had long blond hair, to her elbows. She was slumping, obviously very weak. There was an empty vial beside her. She'd probably just taken a potion.
"Ad . . . Adrienne?" Meg asked, her voice weak.
The girl looked up, and smiled weakly at Meg.
"Hi, Meg. I came to join you," the girl, Adrienne, said, her voice even weaker.
Mr. Castem looked at Fudge, and asked, "Did she take the potion, Minister?"
Fudge nodded, and replied, "We spoke with Adrienne under Vertiseriam, and she admitted to being Adrienne Riddle, another one of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named granddaughters."
Adrienne turned to glare at him, at the same time Meg did. But Adrienne spoke first.
"Call him by his name, Voldemort. By avoiding his name only increases the fear of him. And it is people's fear he lives off of," Adrienne hissed.
Fudge ignored it, and continued, "We've found Adrienne innocent and truly sorry for anything. I've called Dumbledore here. In all probability, Adrienne will join you at Hogwarts, Megan."
I glanced at Meg, who was glaring at her sister. Adrienne glanced at her.
"Megan, you do trust me, don't you?" Adrienne asked.
Meg shook her head, and asked, "How did you escape?"
Adrienne shrugged, "Sometimes, when you're neglected, it's quite easy. Megan, don't you trust me?"
Again, Meg shook her head, and said, "I don't know."
A/N- Tada! Chapter 16 is DONE!!! Well, Adrienne escaped. This one is a bit shorter, but there wasn't much else I could add onto it. I think the next chapter will be the last one in the summer, and then we'll move onto year 2!!!! Yes!!! Is everyone excited about the 5th book? I AM. I am also fully aware that the 5th book may totally make most of my stories impossible to be real, but, oh well, I'll still write them for anyone who wants to read them. That's it. Now, REVIEW!!!
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