Disclaimer: Do not and will not own any of JK's stuff…
WARNING: This chapter is a bit ugly in the beginning because of some torturing. It doesn't go too much into the details though.
A/N: Well…I guess if I'm updating this…it means Becki must have been bugging me to. And the title of this chapter sucks, I know. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Escape From Hogwarts-Chapter 5: Dobby and Winky Leave
"So where exactly are we?" Bagley asked Bellatrix. They were standing in an open field covered in snow with a frozen pond in the distance. Two people, a girl and a boy, were standing by the pond, holding hands and talking. They wore thick winter coats and hats to warm their heads. Becki squinted a little, and gasped when she recognized the girl.
"Yes, that's her," Bellatrix said, amused. "Your job is to torture her then kill her without mercy."
Becki didn't reply. She was thinking hard…really hard. This girl was her best friend when they were little. Even though Becki lived in a wizarding neighborhood, she was sent to the same place this girl was as a child. They shared the same cubby, had their first glass of milk and cookies together, and were bullied by the older kids together. When Becki left for Hogwarts, she promised her friend that she would write, but had never gotten the chance to. Now she was standing here, and being ordered to kill her first best friend.
"That was the past," Becki whispered. "This is my future."
She walked up slowly to her friend and the boy. "Frances?" she called out. The dark-haired girl turned around, confused for a moment. Then her eyes widened and she took a step closer to Becki.
"Becki? Is that you?" Frances cried, running to give her a hug. "Wow! I haven't seen you in ages! You promised you would write to me."
"Yes, well, I was pretty busy," Becki said, somewhat coldly. She stepped back from Frances, leaving her friend confused. "And I did write to you once, when I first got to my new school. You never replied to that letter though."
"But I did. I put it on your doorstep. Then I saw a strange little creature snatch it and run back inside the house," Frances insisted.
"Oh. Elma the house elf," Becki muttered under her breath. "Curse you, Elma. So who's the guy?"
Frances giggled a bit, as if she thought that the awkwardness between them had suddenly disappeared. She acknowledged the boy that she was holding hands with earlier. "His name is Ben. He moved here from France and well, we sort of fell in love. We're getting married in June!" Frances exclaimed happily, kissing her fiancé.
"Right," Becki replied with a twisted face. This was getting a little too sick for her. Kissing and cuddling just weren't her thing. Getting a husband from an arranged marriage and being forced to produce children was one thing, kissing in public was another. Actually, just kissing in general was too bad for Becki to witness.
"Hurry it up, Bagley, or else I'm marking you down for 'failed' on your report," Bellatrix hissed quietly so that only Becki could hear. Becki turned and glared towards her hiding spot.
"What are you looking for, Becki?" Frances asked curiously.
"Well, Frances, I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," Becki said in her most menacing voice. "But then again, Bellatrix is going to kill you anyway." Her tone was so full of evil that Frances backed up, truly terrified of her childhood playmate. Her eyes contained fear and surprise.
"Hey, you better back off, or else," Ben stepped in front of Frances protectively, staring at Becki boldly in the eye.
"Oh get a life, you filthy Muggle," Becki growled. She whipped out her wand and pointed it at Ben's heart. "Crucio!"
At that, Ben's face changed as he writhed in pain. He finally fell to the ground, still shaking from the pain. Frances cried out and fell on her knees, sobbing at the sight of Ben thrashing about. She looked up at Becki with questions in her expression. "What did you do!" she cried out hysterically.
"Step away, Frances," Becki said in a monotone. She didn't want to kill Frances just yet. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Ben's body rose up into the air, following Becki's wand. She whisked the wand straight down so that Ben's body followed and slapped the dirt with a sickening crunch. She did this over about five times, until blood and guts were pouring out of his body and his head was rolling around, not attached right to his neck. Bones were sticking out crookedly from every angle and his body was twisted in a strange way. Frances stood on the side watching with a mortified look on her face. Becki stopped for a second to catch her breath, and finally shouted the final words that Ben would hear, if he was still conscious.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light erupted from the tip of Becki's wand and headed straight for Ben. It hit him, and beams of luminous green light jetted out from his eyes, mouth, nose, feet, and hands. The light faded away, and Ben lay there, still bloodied and broken. The only thing different was that his eyes were wide open, and staring into nothingness. Becki put her wand arm down, but did not put away her wand just yet. She watched as Frances bawled at Ben's side while cradling him in her arms, not caring about the bones that poked her or the blood that had reddened the snow and her furry white coat.
"Why did you do this?" Frances screamed hysterically. She stood up and slowly walked up to Becki. Becki took on a defensive position, with her wand to the side of her, ready to strike if Frances made any sudden moves. Her friend stood there, breathing heavily, tears smearing the mascara that dripped down her spotted cheeks. She brought her hand back, and with all the strength that she could muster, slapped Becki so hard in the face that she stumbled back, clutching her stinging cheek. She couldn't feel it, but Becki knew that there was a big red mark in the shape of a hand.
"Whoever you are, I know you're not Becki. Becki was never this cruel, especially to people that meant so much to me," Frances sobbed. She kept walking forward with her hand out, ready to strike again. Becki didn't want to hurt her friend, but she had to get the job done, so she delayed for as long as she could by jumping away from Frances' attempted slaps and refusing to fight back…for now.
Meanwhile, Bellatrix was watching and waiting behind the bushes from a distance. She laughed quietly to herself when the Muggle boy was being tortured, and she let out a chuckle of glee when he was finally annihilated with the killing curse. Then she watched with snorts of impatience while Bagley dodged the Muggle girl's angry fists. Right after Becki had regained herself from a second blow to the face, Bellatrix heard a soft crack from behind her. She whipped herself around, wand ready, and came to face Rodolphus Lestrange, a handsome, dark-haired wizard.
"Hello, Rodolphus. What are you doing here?" Bellatrix asked, slightly annoyed by his sudden and unwanted appearance.
Rodolphus Lestrange, who was always dazzled by Bellatrix's feisty attitude, sidled up to her and putting his arms around her waist, whispered, "The Dark Lord sent me to check on you, Bella dear."
Bellatrix pushed him away and glared at him. Though he liked her as more than a fellow Death Eater, she had no interest in him whatsoever. "Liar. The Dark Lord trusts me," she snarled. "Now leave before I hex you. I can handle this on my own."
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and both of their heads turned towards Becki's fight. She had managed to avoid most of her friend's punches, and finally decided to put her under the Imperious Curse for a while.
"Yes, that's it Bagley. Torture her!" Bellatrix said, excited by the violence. She knew that Rodolphus was still there, and told him again to leave her.
"Only if you promise to go to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor to share an ice cream with me," he pushed. She nodded, not really hearing what he said.
"Ok, ok, whatever. Just go," she growled at him.
Rodolphus prepared to disapparate, and said, "Then it's a date."
Bellatrix turned around to hear a loud crack. She froze to think for a second, then realized that she had just promised Roldophus Lestrange a date, a date that she decided she wouldn't show up for.
Back by the frozen pond, Becki was whispering to herself. "Walk onto the pond and lick the ice."
Frances looked as if she were under a spell, and walked in a zombie-like way out onto the frozen pond. She slipped, since she was only wearing shoes, and fell onto the ice facedown. Upon falling, the young girl stuck her tongue out. Becki waved her wand a bit, and lifted the imperious curse from her former best friend. Frances' eyes that were once glazed over suddenly became open and alert. She tried to speak, but realized that her tongue was stuck to the ice.
"Aww, poor little girl. Do you need me to help you?" Becki said in a babyish voice. Her baby tone turned into a high cackled laugh as she swished and flicked her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Frances' body jerked up into the air, ripping the top layer of her tongue. Fresh pain pierced her tattered tongue as she tasted the metallic tang of blood. She looked down below and saw a patch of red on the ice. The Muggle girl then heard whooshing in her ears as her body flew down and hit the ice with two sharp cracks; one from her ribs and one from the ice. Becki whipped her wand up and down until Frances' body was just as battered as her lover's, and the ice had cracked so much that it was getting ready to break through.
"Just one more time will do the trick," Becki said through clenched teeth. Even though she had dreamed of becoming a Death Eater and serving the Dark Lord ever since she entered Hogwarts, torturing her best friend was killing her inner well being. She brought her friend down one more time upon the ice, and it finally split apart to reveal dark blue water. She dunked Frances' entire body underneath the surface of the water and kept her there. Only after a couple minutes, she lifted her body up again. She set the girl down on the bank of the pond and dropped her wand, kneeling on the snow. Frances was now gasping hard for air, her skin turning from a purplish blue to normal skin color where there weren't any bruises.
"I can't do it! I can't kill her!" Becki shouted insanely to no one in particular, burying her head in her hands.
Bellatrix sprang from her hiding spot and sprinted across the field of snow. "You bitch! You're assignment was to kill her! And YOU WILL!"
"NO! I can't kill her. She was my best friend," Becki spat right back. She corrected herself. "She IS my best friend."
Bellatrix was furious. Her eyes turned black as coal and she grabbed her own wand from inside her robes. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A jet of green light ejected from the evil witch's wand and aimed straight at the bleeding Muggle at the edge of the pond. It hit Frances dead on, and green light sprouted from her the same way as Ben. Soon enough, she was dead, with her eyes wide open. Blood seeped into the snow as Becki watched from a distance. She didn't want to rush over to her friend. That would have shown that she was weak, and weak was not a good thing when testing to be a Death Eater. She didn't want to just leave either.
"I'll be back," she promised. Then her expressionless face turned to Bellatrix with a hard, cold glare. Becki took out her wand and pointed it at Bellatrix. Her hand shook a little before she shouted, "Crucio!"
Bellatrix knew it was coming and jumped out of the way. She took her own wand out and pointed it at Becki, using the same spell. "Crucio!"
Becki knew that was coming too, so she tried to get out of the way, but her attempt failed. Bellatrix was a much stronger witch and Death Eater than she was, and there was no way she would win a duel.
"STOP!" a cold voice commanded from above them. The two witches stopped immediately. Bellatrix recognized the voice, and she knelt down, bowing to what seemed like nothing. Becki followed suit; she was pretty sure who had said that.
"I beg for your forgiveness, Master. She attacked me first, so I had to-" Bellatrix pleaded but was cut off by the voice.
"Silence Bella. It was Bagley's job to kill the Muggle. Not yours. If she didn't, points would be taken off. It was not your job to kill her. You will be punished, Bella," the voice stopped for a moment while Bellatrix pounded the ground in anger. "Bagley, you will have points taken off for not killing the target, but you will receive points for killing the other Muggle, the beloved of the target. You will disapparate in one minute, and to my place for your next assignment…which will not be checked by Bella, but myself."
The voice stopped talking and in a minute, Becki felt herself being transported. In the crack of a whip, the two disappeared from the field and any sign of two witches that had been sent to torture and kill Muggles was gone.
James woke up to find himself in Lily's arms. He panicked for a second, then remembered that she was the one who had came over to his bed. He thought about why she would do that, then remembered that he was crying for Blueberry. James gently got up, trying not to wake Lily, and walked out of the small room, but not before checking to make sure his eyes weren't too puffy. He walked down the passageway and at the end, took out his wand and tapped the cavern wall three times on the little dent in the corner. The wall slid to the side to reveal house elves bustling about, cleaning the breakfast dishes and preparing dinner. He walked tiredly up to a house-elf and said, "Could I have a stack of pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries? And a glass of orange juice?"
"Yes sir!" the house-elf chirped happily. It rushed off to prepare James' breakfast. Not one second later, a different house-elf rushed into the middle of the kitchen with sparks emitting from its finger.
"The Headmaster is coming! The Headmaster is coming!" it squeaked as loud as it could. James froze for a moment before panicking and quickly dove into a nearby trashcan. He settled himself on whatever was underneath him, something squishy, and peeped through a little hole. The terrified teen watched as the house-elves did a quick cleaning of the kitchen, although they didn't need to because the Headmaster was just too kind to scold them for a messy kitchen. After all, kitchens were supposed to be messy. The portrait-door suddenly opened and in walked Professor Dumbledore with a tall witch dressed in dark green robes.
"What can we do for Headmaster?" a house-elf rushed up to Dumbledore and bowed to him.
"Please get Mrs. Bagnold and myself a table," the Headmaster requested. Several of the house-elves rushed to drag in a table from one of the far corners. Another group of elves brought food over to the table and covered it in pastries and snacks.
"Very loyal house-elves, Dumbledore. I approve," the witch praised the Headmaster.
"Thank you, Millicent. Now, may I ask why you asked to see the kitchens?" the Professor asked politely. He selected one of the lemon-meringue pies and began snacking on it while waiting for the Minister's reply.
"Oh, yes, that's right. Now, there was word that there was a birth of elves at Hogwarts…twin elves," the witch said, hinting at Albus to tell her if she was correct.
"Oh? How wonderful, I have never seen twin elves before," Dumbledore said delightedly.
"Yes, yes, it is very wonderful," Millicent said, frowning. "However, according to the laws of the wizarding world, house-elves are not allowed to have babies. They must give them up for adoption. You know the rules, Headmaster."
Dumbledore seemed to shrink in his seat. He had, indeed, known that there was a birth-and death-in the kitchens. But there was no way to overrule the Minister of Magic. "Indeed Millicent, that is the rule," he said, then beckoned for one of the house-elves to come towards him. "Please show me the twins that were born."
The house-elf scurried away and came back with two beautiful twin elves. Their eyes were not open yet, and their bodies still twice as small as a bowtruckle's. Professor Dumbledore gently picked one up while Millicent Bagnold picked up the other. "Who is the mother?" the Minister asked, softening a little.
"Blueberry died birthing," a house-elf quipped. The others bowed their heads in honor of the deceased elf. "Jaggle is father."
"I see. In that case we must take these twins. What are their names?" Millicent asked.
"Winky and Dobby, miss," Jaggle spoke up.
"Of course. Lucius Malfoy and Bartemius Crouch have requested house-elves. Dobby will go to Malfoy and Winky to Crouch," Mrs. Bagnold said, now talking to Dumbledore. He sighed with defeat as he nodded in approval. The Minister of Magic took the other twin from his arms and left the kitchen with a tip of her hat.
"How could Headmaster let evil woman take babies away?" Jaggle suddenly burst out. "Jaggle lose Blueberry and now other part of Blueberry." The elf burst into tears and sat there with only Strawberry comforting him. She too was sad. The other elves backed away and resumed their work.
"I'm sorry, Jaggle. But it had to be done; I cannot overrule the Minister of Magic. You will see them again someday. I promise," Dumbledore said. Tears shone in his eyes as well as he exited the kitchen.
A/N: Well this is the end of chapter five…very sad. Anyway, review please!