Well, here is the actual first chapter. I hope you like it, even though it is short, but the action is just starting.
Chapter 1
Rhymes Black sat at her desk in the Ministry's scientific department mooning over he 21st birthday present from her mother. A photo of her father Sirius stared at her loving and proud. She knew she had to leave, but the picture was holding her in place.
Finally the janitor called into the lab and she was forced to exit. As she walked to the subway station she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. The stairs to the underground were in sight, but she never made it.
Snake-like yellow eyes stared from under a dark cloak. The figure had the essence of death and the stench of blood caressed the room. Two people stood on either side of the figure, the girl Rhymes knew, the man she did not.
"Jocelyn?" Rhymes whispered, trying to move. Restraints held her body to the cold floor. The three smiled.
"I knew you would remember me," she said. She walked over to Rhymes and placed a reassuring hand on her forehead. "Just listen and do what the Dark Lord asks."
Rhymes's eyes grew wide and fearful when she realized where she was. The dark figure she assumed was Voldemort approached her.
"My dear lady, Jocelyn and Tom have brought you here to help our cause. You see, we've been trying to kill the Potter boy and you are an asset to us," he said, his voice deep and hoarse.
"Why? I have never spoken to Harry," Rhymes said, hoping Voldemort didn't know anything about her. But he was Voldemort which meant that he did his homework on whoever he was torturing for the week.
"But you know what you are, and you will do as I say."
"You're wrong, I won't do anything for you."
Jocelyn cringed behind Voldemort. Tom smirked.
"Very well, since you're being stubborn. Kohaku, bring me my wand." A woman with long dark hair came and handed Voldemort his weapon.
"Crucio!" he cried.
Rhymes felt like millions of daggers were piercing her, she cried out, the pain escalating with her screams. Her body jerked and fitted all over, if not for the ties she would have been jumping around the room.
Voldemort waved his wand again, and the curse was lifted. Rhymes lay still, pain still seething in her, she couldn't feel her body, she tried to move her fingers and toes, but they stood still and didn't answer her brains calls.
"Now will you meet your destiny?"
Rhymes did not answer. She just spat at the Dark Lord. He lifted his wand again in rage, but then he seemed to think of an idea and lowered it. He smiled slyly, his smile only making him more sinister and evil.
"I will not kill you because we need you, but ah, what about young Fred Weasley, remember him? He could be killed now, in his sleep, but no, I think I'll bring him here and torture him a bit. And I'll get you my dear a front row seat."
She felt hatred and grief came over her. No matter how long it had been since she had seen Fred, she still loved him.
She relented saying, "What do you want of me?
"You will go with Tom and he will tell you what you need to know. Remember, misbehave and Fred will be dead."
Rhymes nodded sadly and was released. She couldn't walk, but she was beginning to feel again. Tom Riddle magiced her to a room she assumed was his.
"It's really a shame you won't cooperate better with your Lord," Tom said while he placed Rhymes in her chair. She was still too weak from the curse to walk, but that was changing swiftly as she could now move her feet and hands.
"What do you bastards want with me?"
"Simple my dear, you are to lure young Harry Potter into a trap. He is in London for a little while, visiting Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley, until their baby arrives. Now since you don't know Mr. Potter we will visit someone you do know, Fred Weasley, posing as lovers. You will get into their circle and report the residence of Potter to me."
Rhymes nodded, depressed 'I'm a spy. I'm betraying everyone' she thought. There was a knock at the door.
"Ah, Jocelyn is here," Tom whispered, "I won't…" he stopped and looked Rhymes over. "We are supposed to be lovers."
"No," Rhymes said forcefully. She knew what he was thinking.
"Oh, but yes. Jocelyn, come in."
Jocelyn entered clothed only in a red slip. She looked from Tom to Rhymes and nodded. She approached Rhymes.
"NO!"
"Tom, I can't do this to my friend," Jocelyn whispered, genuine remorse in her eyes.
Tom's face changed from agitation to rage.
"YOU WILL DO AS I DAY YOU FUCKING WHORE!"
Jocelyn and Rhymes recoiled in fear. Jocelyn reached around and began to unbutton Rhymes's blouse. Rhymes flailed her arms and ran for the door. Tom still is blind rage put a spell on Rhymes and she stopped. He walked over and carried her to his bed. He began to rip her clothing off, letting her scream. The screams made him even harder.
"I want you both!"
That night was hell.
Rhymes sat up in her cell until midday trying to forget what had happened. Her door opened and Tom came in. Rhymes turned away.
"Ah, do not turn from me, I'm sorry I lost my temper, but you are a beautiful girl," he said. She still faced away. Tom placed a hand on her shoulder; she snapped her teeth at him. "Well, get up! We are leaving for Diagon Alley, NOW!"
Fred Weasley sat behind the counter of Weasley Wizard Wheezes bored to death. Monday's during the fall were the worst selling days. He expected about fifty customers in the lunch hour and evening combined. He never expected to see her walk in, and with a guy who looked like an evil little git.
"Rhymes?" he said stunned.
"Fred!" she cried. She seemed happy, but in her eyes there was sadness. "How are you?"
Fred came around the counter and they hugged.
"Who's your friend?" he asked, weary of him.
"This is Tom," Rhymes said, almost disgusted. "Where's George."
"Oy! George!" Fred called to the back room. George came out and stopped.
"Rhymes Black!" he laughed, hugging and picking her up. "You look beautiful!" Rhymes smiled.
"George, this is Tom, Tom this is Fred and George, old friends of mine." Tom nodded to the boys. He personally was disgusted to be in the same room as them.
"George, Fred we should get together sometime," Rhymes said. "Send me and owl, or stop by, we're staying at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Honey, I'm going back to the hotel, enjoy yourself," Tom said, kissing Rhymes's cheek. He left quickly and went to be with Jocelyn. Rhymes's face changed to disgust.
"Why are you with that prick?" Fred asked. He never knew for Rhymes to settle for anything less then what she wanted.
"I'm being forced," she replied.
"What?"
"He is evil, but very bad things will happen if I'm not with him, I hear Ron had a baby." She was dying for a change of subject, she did want to tell them the truth, but not until she could do it when she was not being watched so closely. Voldemort knew what she was thinking at every moment as of now. Fred and George exchanged skeptical glances and nodded.
"About a month until it's born."
"That's good, well um, I've got to go, I'll come see you tomorrow."
She waved and left as quickly as possible.
"I don't know what to do George, I haven't seen her in so long, and now all these feelings that I didn't know I could feel are coming to me," Fred said. George shrugged and patted his brother on the back.
"Anything's better than that prat."
Well, there it is. Very serious and a little sad. I don't like putting my characters through hell, I really don't, but this story would not match the characters if it didn't happen. I hope you enjoyed. Please review and again, no flames, just constructive criticism.
Rhymes
Current song playing my head: "Way Away"-Yellowcard
