A.N: Boo all! 'Tis Elenwyn here, carrying on the next chapter of this little story.I have no idea where this is going, and I doubt Moony does either, but, either way, read on and enjoy!
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"Prongs is missing," Sirius stated dully, leaning against the arm of one of the chairs in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"I can see that," Remus answered dryly, turning another page in his book.
"Evans has just walked in the room with a huge grin on her face," Sirius stated again, this time with a hint of suspicion in his voice as he watched the red-head disappear in a hurry up the girls' staircase.
Remus lowered the book for a moment, he too watching the girl's retreating back.
"I think she's finally killed him, that's why she's so happy."
"I highly doubt it Padfoot, he probably just got up early." The werewolf went back to his book, shaking his head.
Sirius got up suddenly, "Right, that's it. I'm going to find him." And without another word he sped off out of the portrait door.
Lily sat down on her bed, placing a hand on her forehead and trying to un-jumble all of her thoughts from the previous night.
She and James couldn't go back to where they were now, not ever. They'd crossed a huge line last night and - although Lily neither regretted it nor hadn't wanted it to happen - now they'd have to face the consequences.
Lying back on the bed, she sighed heavily, turning on her side so she could see the view of the grounds from the window. She'd just have to wait for James to figure it all out too…
The mere thought of him sent a shiver down her spine. Last night seemed more of a dream than anything else.
Who knows, maybe it was.
Pain. Blinding pain; that's all the boy could feel.
He was writhing in agony, every inch of him on fire. He wished it would stop, but knew this was the punishment one got when you disappointed The Dark Lord.
Then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped, leaving him to pant heavily and try to open his eyes, his body still tingling from the affects of the spell.
"You will think twice before disobeying me next time, won't you?"
"Yes my Lord, yes. I will never disappoint you again. I promise." Each word was pure agony to say, but he could not show the pain. He would not.
"Good. Now, you know what I desire?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Then, you know what you must do."
"Yes my Lord," The boy struggled to get to his feet, leaning on a column for support, "But…but my Lord, the rumours?"
"The rumours change nothing! I will not be disobeyed again. Now go!"
The boy nodded solemnly before slipping on his hood, part of the garb of the Death Eaters, over his head with shaking hands. Through the slits, the world was a different place; and the boy became a different person.
A more powerful person.
The Dark Lord had plans for him, and this time, nothing would go wrong.
Upon leaving the dank bunker, Regulus Black knew it was time to pay a visit to his dear, blood-traitor of a brother.