A/N- hiya! I'd just like to apologize for the past few chaps. I have a case
of writer's block, which is bad. It's not that I don't know WHAT to write,
it's I don't know HOW to write it. Strange, huh? Well, this is chap 17. I'm
really happy, because this is all ready more than twice as long as Lily's
Lake, and we've only done ONE year and ONE summer! Well, you remet Adrienne
last chap. This is the last part of summer. Read and review!
Disclaimer- I own nothing. It all belongs to the great Harry Potter people. I'm not getting paid. I'm doing this purely for fun!
Erika - The Legacy of Lily and James
"All right, let me get this straight. Your sister . . ." I started.
"Half-sister," Meg corrected.
I nodded, "All right, your half sister shows up, supposedly 'escapes' from Voldemort, goes to the Ministry, and they say she's innocent?"
"Yes. They tested her under Vertiseruam, but, still," Meg said.
We were sitting in Meg's room. Meg was sitting on her bed, and I was in her desk chair.
"Do you believe her?" I asked.
Meg shrugged, "I don't know. I mean they tested her under the strongest truth potion known to wizard-kind, but Adrienne never struck me as the kind of person to rebel. She was always doing exactly what they told her, and her hands aren't exactly CLEAN."
I nodded in understanding, and finished for her, "And now you're scared they're letting a Death Eater into Hogwarts in the form of your half- sister."
"Exactly," Meg nodded.
"Well," I told her, "At least Dumbledore's coming to see her. If anyone'll see through her, it's Dumbledore. The Minister is even a bit dim at times."
I used Harry's word for Fudge, "dim".
Meg smiled.
Downstairs, the doorbell rang. I stood up.
"That's probably Harry and Sarah. The three of us are going out to dinner," I said.
Meg nodded, "Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye," I told her, and left the room.
* * *
That Night
As told by Megan Alhide Riddle
I woke up sweating, my breath labored. I rolled over in bed, and felt like vomiting.
I slowly sat up, trying to push the bad images that were glued to my eyelids away. But they wouldn't go. I pushed the blankets off me, and got out of the bed. I crossed the room to my window, slightly open to let in the night breeze.
I shut my eyes, and the images struck me like lightning.
People laying dead, wide eyes filled with fear and shock; the Dark Mark in the sky, bright in the darkness, carrying with it fear and death; a small figure, silhoueted in the darkness, surrounded by green light; and then Erika, all I could see was her face, twisted in pain; then darkness, nothing but screams echoing in the darkness.
My eyes flew open, and I nearly cried out. But I kept quiet.
Tomorrow I had to see Dumbledore. I had to. I had to talk to him about Adrienne, and what I'd just Seen.
Slowly, I moved to my desk, and sat down to write what I'd just Seen, promising myself I wouldn't tell Erika about what I'd seen about her. It's better for people to reach their past without knowing, without expecting.
* * *
As told by Erika Rose Potter
A week before school started again, Harry and I went to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies. Which, this year, included a broom for me. Harry was deadset on me making the Quidditch Team, and I wasn't too deadset against it myself.
Harry was in a good mood, he'd had a good training class that morning. He'd learned how to block some pretty heavy-duty curses, I guess.
We got my books, some Potions supplies, and so on. We even got me another pair of robes for normal non-Hogwarts wear.
Then we went to look at brooms. The shop was crowded with people talking and looking at the new brooms. We pushed our way through the crowd, and towards the brooms. The shopkeeper caught up with us.
"Hello. How may I help you?" he asked us, putting a pleasant sort of smile.
Harry and I turned around.
"My sister is looking for a broom," Harry said, "Something good for Chasers."
The shopkeeper thought for a moment, and then grinned, motioning for us to follow him.
"I know the perfect broom. It's fast, and manuevarable. It's the next in the Firebolt line, the Firedash," the shopkeeper said, showing us the new broom.
Harry picked up the broom, and examined it, before handing it to me.
"What do you think, Erika?" he asked.
I ran my hands along the smooth wood, and nodded. Harry took out our money, and paid for it. The shopkeeper wrapped it up for me, and we pushed our way out of the shop (I actually had to drag Harry away from some things in that shop).
"I think we spent enough money here today, Harry," I reminded him.
"There's no harm to looking," Harry countered.
I rolled my eyes at him.
The evening before we left for Hogwarts, Anya left to go back to Hogwarts and get ready for her students. Meg came to stay with us for the night. She was quiet and a bit withdrawn that evening, since she had come almost directly from a talk with the Ministry. Dumbledore and Anya were working to try and separate her completely from the Ministry, but it was taking a long time because of money matters. Adrienne had been staying at the Ministry, for lack of a better place to put her.
I tried to get her to talk when we got ready for bed, but it didn't work.
"I don't want to talk about it right now, Erika, later," was what she said, stiffly yet sadly.
So I backed off, and went to bed.
The next morning, as we were riding (in Hermione's borrowed car) to King's Cross, she finally started talking.
"Sorry for being so rude last night," she said, "I was sort of distracted."
I grinned, "It's all right, the Ministry does that to people. You had a good enough reason."
Meg continued, "I'm just not sure about Adrienne. I mean, she helped us a few days ago. I had a Vision. There were Death Eaters, walking up to a house. I saw the mailbox, and the name of the people. I went to the Ministry, and told them about my Vision. I told them who they were going to attack. They called in Adrienne, and she assured them that the people I'd named were on Voldemort's list. Yesterday, they told us that they'd managed to get there before the Death Eaters attacked, and sent the family to somewhere safe. And when the Death Eaters got there, just as I said they would, the Aurors caught them and sent them to Azkaban."
The car was silent for a moment.
"Well, good job then, Meg," I said.
Meg shook her head, "But now I'm not sure about Adrienne! I mean, she could be helping us, or she could be working against us! She helped us with that attack, but she could just be helping us to assure herself a place in the folds of things, and then report to Voldemort."
"You know, Fudge said the same thing about you," Harry reminded her.
"Yes, I know," Meg said, "But you guys trust me, right?"
I nodded, "'Course we trust you, Meg."
"But I don't trust Adrienne," Meg stated.
We arrived at the Station. Harry rounded up some carts, and we put our trunks on them. He had to leave us before we reached the platform, so he wouldn't be late for a class. We waved him off, and I promised to write, before Meg and I continued our walk to the platform.
We wheeled our carts over to the barrier, and, with one hand gripping the carts firmly, leaned against the barrier, and slid through.
"Megan!"
We turned to see a young girl with long blond hair and brown eyes. I looked at Meg, who suddenly went pale.
"Adrienne?" I hissed.
She nodded as the young girl ran over.
"Oh, Megan, I'm so excited, I really am! I'm so happy that they're letting me go to Hogwarts. I'm not under an alias either, not like you were. Dumbledore's decided to let everyone know. Isn't he the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever had?" Adrienne asked.
Meg nodded, but I cold see the cool, reserved, look on her face.
"This is one of the main reasons why I left. I wanted a better education, I wanted to be able study at Hogwarts, like you. Ruth probably would have killed me if she knew," Adrienne added.
Again, Meg nodded. It was the truth. Ruth probably WOULD have killed her. But I still didn't trust the girl. Two Riddles escaping. I trusted Meg completely, I'd seen her battle with Ruth, and I'd seen her anguish when she had to admit it. But I didn't trust this girl one bit.
"You must be Erika," Adrienne said to me, "I'm Adrienne, and very pleased to meet you."
I nodded to her, as she beamed at me.
"Come on, Erika, let's go get a compartment on the train," Meg said to me.
We started to get our cart together again. Meg turned back to her half-sister, and nodded to her.
"See you at Hogwarts, Adrienne," Meg told her.
Adrienne nodded, "See you then!"
Once Adrienne was out of ear shot, Meg whispered to me, "I feel bad for being so rude, but I still don't trust her."
"It's all right," I assured her, "You don't mean to be rude, you're just taking precautions. Besides, it's best she make her own way at Hogwarts."
We pulled our trunks onto the train, and a thought hit me.
"Did you know that it was exactly a year ago we met?" I asked.
Meg nodded, "The thought crossed my mind. Glad to go back?"
"Definetely."
* * *
A distance castle
Ruth yet again stood beside her grandfather, burning with anger. A group of Death Eaters stood before them.
Voldemort was very displeased.
"We lost a group of our Death Eaters to the Ministry. Someone tell me why," Voldemort hissed.
The Death Eaters cringed. A sure punishment awaited them.
But a Death Eater spoke none-the-less, and said, their voice faltering, "We believe that they may have been given information by Megan and Adrienne, and they may of sent the Aurors to stop us."
Voldemort sat back, and ran his finger along his wand, his eyes glittering in hatred.
"I want them dead, them, the Potters, and Jones. Dead! Do you understand? I do not want them tortured. I want them dead!" Voldemort shouted.
The Death Eaters nodded.
"Ruth," Voldemort said, turning to his granddaughter, "It was your job to kill them. It still is, but I will accept no failures. Succeed, and there is an award awaiting you. Fail, and suffer. Do you understand?"
Ruth nodded, "Yes, My Lord."
Voldemort turned back to the Death Eaters, and waved his hands, "Get out of my sight before I kill one of you. Send in Backer."
The Death Eaters hurried to do so, while Ruth stood, pondering. Backer? Who was Backer? The name was unfimiliar.
A small man walked into the room, carrying a huge book.
"Backer, what do you have for me?" Voldemort asked.
"I am still looking, My Lord," Backer replied, quiet.
Ruth loved it how people quaked under their power. Their superiority!
"I can not risk something happening as it did with Potter. I must have eternal life! Then no one can stop me, and the entire world will be ours," Voldemort said.
Backer nodded, "I will continue my search."
"Do so, and do it quickly," Voldemort hissed, "Now go."
Backer turned to go, but Voldemort suddenly said, "Wait."
He turned to his granddaughter, who's eyes were glittering with the fire of anticipation.
"Ruth, you may have this one," he said.
Ruth stepped forward, drawing her wand, and shouted, "Crucio!"
Backer dropped the heavy volume, and fell to the ground, screaming. Ruth laughed at his pain.
"For your tardiness," Voldemort shouted, and nodded to Ruth.
She removed the curse, and stepped back. Backer scurried from the room, leaving grandfather and granddaughter laughing in their power of fear.
A/N- short, again. As previously stated, I have a bout of writer's block, in which no new ideas are coming to me. Thankfully, I have this whole outline written up for this story, so I will keep updating. Thanks again, and REVIEW! I'm very sad, I've had one review for the past three chaps combined! *tear*. Review!!!
Any additional comments can be given to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com
Disclaimer- I own nothing. It all belongs to the great Harry Potter people. I'm not getting paid. I'm doing this purely for fun!
Erika - The Legacy of Lily and James
"All right, let me get this straight. Your sister . . ." I started.
"Half-sister," Meg corrected.
I nodded, "All right, your half sister shows up, supposedly 'escapes' from Voldemort, goes to the Ministry, and they say she's innocent?"
"Yes. They tested her under Vertiseruam, but, still," Meg said.
We were sitting in Meg's room. Meg was sitting on her bed, and I was in her desk chair.
"Do you believe her?" I asked.
Meg shrugged, "I don't know. I mean they tested her under the strongest truth potion known to wizard-kind, but Adrienne never struck me as the kind of person to rebel. She was always doing exactly what they told her, and her hands aren't exactly CLEAN."
I nodded in understanding, and finished for her, "And now you're scared they're letting a Death Eater into Hogwarts in the form of your half- sister."
"Exactly," Meg nodded.
"Well," I told her, "At least Dumbledore's coming to see her. If anyone'll see through her, it's Dumbledore. The Minister is even a bit dim at times."
I used Harry's word for Fudge, "dim".
Meg smiled.
Downstairs, the doorbell rang. I stood up.
"That's probably Harry and Sarah. The three of us are going out to dinner," I said.
Meg nodded, "Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye," I told her, and left the room.
* * *
That Night
As told by Megan Alhide Riddle
I woke up sweating, my breath labored. I rolled over in bed, and felt like vomiting.
I slowly sat up, trying to push the bad images that were glued to my eyelids away. But they wouldn't go. I pushed the blankets off me, and got out of the bed. I crossed the room to my window, slightly open to let in the night breeze.
I shut my eyes, and the images struck me like lightning.
People laying dead, wide eyes filled with fear and shock; the Dark Mark in the sky, bright in the darkness, carrying with it fear and death; a small figure, silhoueted in the darkness, surrounded by green light; and then Erika, all I could see was her face, twisted in pain; then darkness, nothing but screams echoing in the darkness.
My eyes flew open, and I nearly cried out. But I kept quiet.
Tomorrow I had to see Dumbledore. I had to. I had to talk to him about Adrienne, and what I'd just Seen.
Slowly, I moved to my desk, and sat down to write what I'd just Seen, promising myself I wouldn't tell Erika about what I'd seen about her. It's better for people to reach their past without knowing, without expecting.
* * *
As told by Erika Rose Potter
A week before school started again, Harry and I went to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies. Which, this year, included a broom for me. Harry was deadset on me making the Quidditch Team, and I wasn't too deadset against it myself.
Harry was in a good mood, he'd had a good training class that morning. He'd learned how to block some pretty heavy-duty curses, I guess.
We got my books, some Potions supplies, and so on. We even got me another pair of robes for normal non-Hogwarts wear.
Then we went to look at brooms. The shop was crowded with people talking and looking at the new brooms. We pushed our way through the crowd, and towards the brooms. The shopkeeper caught up with us.
"Hello. How may I help you?" he asked us, putting a pleasant sort of smile.
Harry and I turned around.
"My sister is looking for a broom," Harry said, "Something good for Chasers."
The shopkeeper thought for a moment, and then grinned, motioning for us to follow him.
"I know the perfect broom. It's fast, and manuevarable. It's the next in the Firebolt line, the Firedash," the shopkeeper said, showing us the new broom.
Harry picked up the broom, and examined it, before handing it to me.
"What do you think, Erika?" he asked.
I ran my hands along the smooth wood, and nodded. Harry took out our money, and paid for it. The shopkeeper wrapped it up for me, and we pushed our way out of the shop (I actually had to drag Harry away from some things in that shop).
"I think we spent enough money here today, Harry," I reminded him.
"There's no harm to looking," Harry countered.
I rolled my eyes at him.
The evening before we left for Hogwarts, Anya left to go back to Hogwarts and get ready for her students. Meg came to stay with us for the night. She was quiet and a bit withdrawn that evening, since she had come almost directly from a talk with the Ministry. Dumbledore and Anya were working to try and separate her completely from the Ministry, but it was taking a long time because of money matters. Adrienne had been staying at the Ministry, for lack of a better place to put her.
I tried to get her to talk when we got ready for bed, but it didn't work.
"I don't want to talk about it right now, Erika, later," was what she said, stiffly yet sadly.
So I backed off, and went to bed.
The next morning, as we were riding (in Hermione's borrowed car) to King's Cross, she finally started talking.
"Sorry for being so rude last night," she said, "I was sort of distracted."
I grinned, "It's all right, the Ministry does that to people. You had a good enough reason."
Meg continued, "I'm just not sure about Adrienne. I mean, she helped us a few days ago. I had a Vision. There were Death Eaters, walking up to a house. I saw the mailbox, and the name of the people. I went to the Ministry, and told them about my Vision. I told them who they were going to attack. They called in Adrienne, and she assured them that the people I'd named were on Voldemort's list. Yesterday, they told us that they'd managed to get there before the Death Eaters attacked, and sent the family to somewhere safe. And when the Death Eaters got there, just as I said they would, the Aurors caught them and sent them to Azkaban."
The car was silent for a moment.
"Well, good job then, Meg," I said.
Meg shook her head, "But now I'm not sure about Adrienne! I mean, she could be helping us, or she could be working against us! She helped us with that attack, but she could just be helping us to assure herself a place in the folds of things, and then report to Voldemort."
"You know, Fudge said the same thing about you," Harry reminded her.
"Yes, I know," Meg said, "But you guys trust me, right?"
I nodded, "'Course we trust you, Meg."
"But I don't trust Adrienne," Meg stated.
We arrived at the Station. Harry rounded up some carts, and we put our trunks on them. He had to leave us before we reached the platform, so he wouldn't be late for a class. We waved him off, and I promised to write, before Meg and I continued our walk to the platform.
We wheeled our carts over to the barrier, and, with one hand gripping the carts firmly, leaned against the barrier, and slid through.
"Megan!"
We turned to see a young girl with long blond hair and brown eyes. I looked at Meg, who suddenly went pale.
"Adrienne?" I hissed.
She nodded as the young girl ran over.
"Oh, Megan, I'm so excited, I really am! I'm so happy that they're letting me go to Hogwarts. I'm not under an alias either, not like you were. Dumbledore's decided to let everyone know. Isn't he the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever had?" Adrienne asked.
Meg nodded, but I cold see the cool, reserved, look on her face.
"This is one of the main reasons why I left. I wanted a better education, I wanted to be able study at Hogwarts, like you. Ruth probably would have killed me if she knew," Adrienne added.
Again, Meg nodded. It was the truth. Ruth probably WOULD have killed her. But I still didn't trust the girl. Two Riddles escaping. I trusted Meg completely, I'd seen her battle with Ruth, and I'd seen her anguish when she had to admit it. But I didn't trust this girl one bit.
"You must be Erika," Adrienne said to me, "I'm Adrienne, and very pleased to meet you."
I nodded to her, as she beamed at me.
"Come on, Erika, let's go get a compartment on the train," Meg said to me.
We started to get our cart together again. Meg turned back to her half-sister, and nodded to her.
"See you at Hogwarts, Adrienne," Meg told her.
Adrienne nodded, "See you then!"
Once Adrienne was out of ear shot, Meg whispered to me, "I feel bad for being so rude, but I still don't trust her."
"It's all right," I assured her, "You don't mean to be rude, you're just taking precautions. Besides, it's best she make her own way at Hogwarts."
We pulled our trunks onto the train, and a thought hit me.
"Did you know that it was exactly a year ago we met?" I asked.
Meg nodded, "The thought crossed my mind. Glad to go back?"
"Definetely."
* * *
A distance castle
Ruth yet again stood beside her grandfather, burning with anger. A group of Death Eaters stood before them.
Voldemort was very displeased.
"We lost a group of our Death Eaters to the Ministry. Someone tell me why," Voldemort hissed.
The Death Eaters cringed. A sure punishment awaited them.
But a Death Eater spoke none-the-less, and said, their voice faltering, "We believe that they may have been given information by Megan and Adrienne, and they may of sent the Aurors to stop us."
Voldemort sat back, and ran his finger along his wand, his eyes glittering in hatred.
"I want them dead, them, the Potters, and Jones. Dead! Do you understand? I do not want them tortured. I want them dead!" Voldemort shouted.
The Death Eaters nodded.
"Ruth," Voldemort said, turning to his granddaughter, "It was your job to kill them. It still is, but I will accept no failures. Succeed, and there is an award awaiting you. Fail, and suffer. Do you understand?"
Ruth nodded, "Yes, My Lord."
Voldemort turned back to the Death Eaters, and waved his hands, "Get out of my sight before I kill one of you. Send in Backer."
The Death Eaters hurried to do so, while Ruth stood, pondering. Backer? Who was Backer? The name was unfimiliar.
A small man walked into the room, carrying a huge book.
"Backer, what do you have for me?" Voldemort asked.
"I am still looking, My Lord," Backer replied, quiet.
Ruth loved it how people quaked under their power. Their superiority!
"I can not risk something happening as it did with Potter. I must have eternal life! Then no one can stop me, and the entire world will be ours," Voldemort said.
Backer nodded, "I will continue my search."
"Do so, and do it quickly," Voldemort hissed, "Now go."
Backer turned to go, but Voldemort suddenly said, "Wait."
He turned to his granddaughter, who's eyes were glittering with the fire of anticipation.
"Ruth, you may have this one," he said.
Ruth stepped forward, drawing her wand, and shouted, "Crucio!"
Backer dropped the heavy volume, and fell to the ground, screaming. Ruth laughed at his pain.
"For your tardiness," Voldemort shouted, and nodded to Ruth.
She removed the curse, and stepped back. Backer scurried from the room, leaving grandfather and granddaughter laughing in their power of fear.
A/N- short, again. As previously stated, I have a bout of writer's block, in which no new ideas are coming to me. Thankfully, I have this whole outline written up for this story, so I will keep updating. Thanks again, and REVIEW! I'm very sad, I've had one review for the past three chaps combined! *tear*. Review!!!
Any additional comments can be given to me at StarlightEve111@aol.com