Grr… the computer just closed all of what I'd had done on this chapter for no apparent frickin reason. And last night I remembered why my sister and computer's don't mix… she can stay on for quite some time…
o yeah... and daddy dearest just defragmented the computer as it froze while trying to update.
Which reminds me… Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays, everyone
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Forbidden VI: Deja Vu
(recap) "I want possession."
Now I shook as I spoke. "Of what?" Somehow, I still managed to glare at him defiantly.
"Your baby."
"No," I whispered. "No! You can't… You – you wouldn't!"
"Hate to break it to you, honey." I whirled around to face the owner of the slightly greasy voice – Lucius Malfoy. "He can. And he most certainly will."
"How dare you?!" I growled. "How could you do such a thing? And to your own grandchild!"
"I have no grandchildren," came the cool, even response. "Far as you are concerned, my son has shamed me. Fornicating with filth – what has the world come to? My son, the perfect machine – a cold, heartless Death-Eater-in-training who knew his limits and what was expected of him. Then you came along and turned him into a sodding puddle of goo!"
"Gee… you're gonna make one hell of an in-law."
"Weasley." Great, looks like old, moldy Voldy's got something else to say. "I will not tolerate you speaking to my right-hand man with such insolence."
"Do I look like I care?" He glared at me and I shut up.
"Do you wish to know why I haven't tortured you yet? Truly?" He sneered at me and reached out one of his long fingers. "Because I need your brat's body in perfect health. Otherwise I would've done away with you a long time ago. I trust you remember our little Chamber rendezvous?"
What the frick? How could I forget? One of those pasty white fingers caressed my face and I flinched visibly. Voldemort nodded at Lucius for something.
"Narcissa!" Lucius called in a completely different voice. He sounded almost… loving.
Narcissa hurried into the room. "Yes, dear?" Note the extra emphasis she put on the word 'dear.' She's got guts to be sarcastic to her husband at a time like this.
Lucius's look hardened. "Get her out of our sight. Now." Narcissa took my arm and led me out of the room, 'Aunty Bella' by our side.
As we entered the hall, I vaguely heard Voldy – I mean, Voldemort, tell his Death Eaters, "She will do nicely."
…
Do nicely for what?
" – out and hopefully use it to… Are you even listening?" Narcissa's slightly frantic voice made me look up. She sighed, exasperated. "Virginia, if you ever want to-" she made a running motion with her hands, "- then you need to pay attention."
"Pay attention? Ha! I bet the girl doesn't even have her stick with her!" Bellatrix looked at me.
My stick? "Eh? Oh, you mean my w- I mean… my fire poker?" Bellatrix looked like she wanted to laugh, but she didn't. "I actually have it riiight-" I felt around in my dress robes. Don't even ask me how I managed to grab it. " here."
"How'd you remember it?" Grief. Trust my future mother-in-law to ask the very question that I don't want asked.
"I grabbed it." We both looked up, shocked, at Bellatrix's reluctant confession.
"Are you trying to hel- I mean, 'kill' me?" I asked, incredulous.
"I have no idea what my nephew sees in you, but it must be something good," she admitted. "Now about getting you out – oh, shit."
"What?" Narcissa and I asked in unison.
"I mean… Now about getting you out of this hall and into that room… And locking you there, what else?" She looked around nervously.
"You traitorous bitch!" a voice roared.
"Run!" Bellatrix yelled and dragged us along the corridor.
We ran for a good five minutes and took so many twists and turns that even if I tried to get out, I wouldn't be able to. Eventually, Narcissa spotted a room and dragged us into it. It was strikingly similar to the potions room at Hogwarts.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cats – or should I say, snakes – dragged in." I looked up, absolutely astonished.
"Pansy?"
"Shut up, whore. Just because Draco and the rest of the school love you doesn't mean that I have to… By the way, if you somehow manage to get us caught, I will not hesitate to kill you." Seeing me glance at both of her arms, she sighed and rolled up her sleeves. Bare. "No, dumbass, I'm not a Death Eater. I'm 'in training.'"
"You're a-"
"A spy. Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" Pansy leered at me.
Bellatrix gasped. "So, it was you they were yelling at earlier!"
"You mean to tell me that we ran all this time for nothing?" I cried.
"Not for nothing – look at this figure!" Narcissa said.
Well, that's probably what she would've said. If the door hadn't suddenly slammed open, that is.
"You traitorous bitch!"
…
Um… can we say 'déjà vu?'