A Dreadfully Convenient Crossover: "Partners In Every Sense of the Word"
By Spectra16 (The last chapter made me sad! Poor little Remus!)
A/N: I hope this isn't completely boring. I should be wrapping up the story in this chapter or the next. I might just combine the two chapter in this one. I didn't want this story to be that long. Grr. Yeah, I think this will be the last chapter. Yup. Decided. I wanna start updating ADCC: The Goblet of Eternity! (Because the Fire Code sounds dumb. Too much like a rip off of Davinci Code. Bleh.)
Disclaimer: Vivaldi rocks my socks. I like his depressing/angry songs. His froofy songs are too . . . Froofy. Anyways, I don't own Angeline Fowl or Sirius Black inc. Meh. And I don't own Vivaldi, because I wrote this whole chapter to his Summer Concerto in G Minor. It's hardcore. Listen to it sometime. It's in his 4 seasons stuff. I also do not own the blatant Rage Against the Machine homage line from the song "Born of a Broken Man".
This is the best song for this story. Below.
I Write Sins Not Tragedies
By Panic at the Disco
Oh, well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor.
And I can't help but to hear,
No I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.
"What a beautiful wedding."
What a beautiful wedding," says the brides made to a waiter.
Oh what a shame.
Oh what a shame that the poor groom's bride is a whore.
I chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door? No."
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
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Chapter Five: Galvanizing Gringotts
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One and a half years later. . .
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Sirius, disbelieving of his own eyes, his own senses, walked through a pile of ash. He gaped at the smoke rising from the charred pieces of wood on the ground. With each dreadful step came an unnerving crunch of what used to be a happy home. Sirius panicked.
"Where's Harry?" Sirius' voice cracked. Hagrid and Dumbledore stood behind him, already having seen the damage. Hagrid cleared his throat.
"We've got 'im, Sirius," Hagrid murmured. Sirius fell to his knees and leaned on his palms.
"No, no, no," Sirius repeated silently.
"Minerva and I are going to take him to his closest relatives, Lily's sister," Dumbledore walked towards Sirius. Sirius whirled around with angry tears on his face.
"Lily's sister! I'm his godfather! I should take him in!" Sirius protested. Dumbledore shook his head.
"No Sirius. Voldemort would expect that. You and Harry would not be safe," Dumbledore tried not to lay it on too thick. Hagrid put his hand on Sirius' shoulder. Sirius sobbed louder now. All rational thought had left him. The world around him swirled and words failed to express his new feelings. Life had been so kind until now.
"There, there," Hagrid comforted "the bleedin' traitor", as he would later put it. Sirius rubbed his eyes, feeling tired. He yawned through his tears. So much stress in his mind made it harder to think clearly.
"Take my motorcycle, Hagrid. I don't need it anymore," Sirius stood up and walked down the dark, artificially lit street. Hagrid attempted to follow him, but Dumbledore stopped him. Sirius walked, not bothering to look up. The street was empty, no cars at 2 in the morning. Hagrid and Dumbledore quickly left to find Minerva McGonagall. Sirius' mind was clouded with hateful, spiteful things. It must've been Peter. That bastard. . . He was our friend, James' friend. Sirius clenched his fist and bit his lip. With each mindless step towards his home, Sirius built up more anger. His head pounded with every emotion in him. The stress of losing someone you loved was incredible. It could make you feel hate, anger, love, exhaustion, happiness, sadness. It was all there in one feeling. Sirius moaned as he cried.
Angeline and I are not safe anymore. Voldemort could still be out there. He could still wish to kill me. He might think Harry's with me. What should we do? His thoughts were like a hundred tiny moths trapped in a lamp shade. Something in his irrational thought wanted him to run. Run away from all of this. So he did. He ran for miles, not going anywhere in particular. After a while, he stopped to catch his breath. As if by the command of a cliché in an author's mind, rain feel directly from the sky above, straight down. Sirius lifted his arms up and looked into the sky. Cool rain washed away his tears and soaked his clothes. Tiny puddles formed in his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment and spoke aloud.
"What do you want me to do?" Sirius breathed in. Silence answered his question. Sirius' brow furrowed.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" He screamed. A whisper in his ear.
Kill him.
As if he had not expected an answer, his eyes shot open, wondering if someone was there with him. He looked around in the rain. His hair was soaked and plastered to his face. He whirled around to see who had said that. There was no one. Sirius yelled angrily. He knew he had heard someone. Someone was there.
Kill Peter. Kill Remus. One of them is guilty.
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When Sirius arrived home, he wrote the strangest letter to Dumbledore that he had ever written. I hope he doesn't take this the wrong way.
Dear Dumbledore,
It's Sirius. I need you help, quite briefly. In fear of being discovered by Voldemort, I want an alias, a new life. I'd also like to ask you for some of the technology that you spoke to be about; the Blue Rinse. I cannot tell you what my intent is right now, but I assure you, no one will be hurt, and once it's done, I will fill you in on everything. This is pertinent to my mission. Please sir, please send the technology.
Your humble servant,
Sirius Black
Sirius woke up on his stomach, as if he had just fallen into bed and started sleeping. He groggily stretched and winced as he caught a ray on sun in the eyes. Angeline could be heard walking around in their new home. He picked himself up and rubbed his eyes. Angeline heard him get up and ran to him.
"Is Harry okay?" She blurted. Sirius nodded, still waking up. She looked relieved.
"And James and Lily are dead?" Angeline asked, disbelieving. Sirius nodded again.
"I'm thirsty," He mumbled and walked past her. Angeline's eyes were wide and fearful. Sirius must be really tired.
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Sirius had finally woken, but he was still highly distraught. Angeline sat across from him, after he had told her everything that he was planning. Sirius felt it necessary to tell her, because she would one of two accomplices if Dumbledore fell through. Angeline tried not to look shocked, or scared, so she sighed.
"And you've thought this completely through?" She asked. Sirius nodded, sipping some Earl Grey tea.
"And what if we're caught?" She asked, hoping that playing devil's advocate would clear Sirius' mind.
"We go to prison. It's simple. But it's worth the try. We don't know if Voldemort will come here looking for Harry. We have to be prepared," Sirius admitted. Angeline nodded. She did feel the need to take these precautions also, but she was afraid to go to prison like so many of her relatives and their friends. She'd see them there. . . At Azkaban.
"I see. Well, I'm in. For better of for worse," Angeline fiddled with her ruby on her wedding ring. Sirius smiled for the first time since he had heard the news.
"I need you to get research on a rich, dead family. I say if we're going to rob a bank, we should get all that's it's worth out of it. And we're going to have to move, so we should find somewhere nice to live," Sirius spoke confidently, hoping to ward away any of Angeline's doubtful feelings.
"Somewhere far from London?" Angeline asked. Sirius nodded.
"Ireland, Scotland, maybe Italy. I've always wanted to live there," Sirius stood up and looked out the window. There was Fawkes, carrying a rather large package in it's mouth. Sirius ran outside to greet Fawkes, and his new equipment.
Sirius scribbled a thank you note to Dumbledore and gave it to Fawkes. Sirius' owl, Atticus, landed on Sirius' head. Sirius took the package and opened it. A packet of handwritten directions (courtesy of Dumbledore), were in the box as well. Sirius seemed psychotically happy with himself. Dumbledore trusted him so much that he would trust him with this dangerous technology and not question him in the least. Sirius felt a tad bit guilty, but he reminded himself of the trouble he was going to cause, and it eased his conscious heart.
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This is insane, Angeline thought to herself as Sirius led her through the main hall of Gringotts Bank. I can't believe we're doing this. Angeline had found a dynasty, a monolith of ancestry on a family called the Fowls. The name itself had been promising. The last Fowl, Artemis, had died without children or a wife. It was very strange for a millionaire to die without heirs, but the blessing bestowed on Angeline and Sirius was not ignored.
Not only the name, but what the man had left behind was incredible. Once Sirius changed the family name, they'd be the new Fowls. The Fowl Manor, in Ireland, had not been bought or destroyed. Angeline smiled when she had gone to see the estate. Once they had the Fowl name, they could pass off as distant family to Artemis, and then buy it.
Sirius had told Angeline to dress up. He'd always been intrigued with robbers, especially American robberies in the West. Angeline wore a long, beautiful, light white dress. Sirius wore a black suit and overcoat. The two of them quickly walked up to the main desk and jumped on it. A woman only a few feet away screamed. Sirius withdrew his wand and pointed it at one of the goblins.
"This is a hold up!" Sirius smirked. "I have a bio bomb, so don't try anything funny." Sirius spoke in clichés. Angeline pulled out her birch wand and stood watch for any one who would try to stop them.
Sirius' statement was true. He did have a bio bomb. The goblins at the desk seemed shocked that anyone would attempt to rob Gringotts. It hadn't been done! But a bio bomb? There was something quite dreadful. It could kill anything, anyone, no matter how many. Sirius starred down at the goblins.
"What do you want?" One muttered. Sirius smirked. Angeline caught a goblin raise his hands and sparks began to form.
"Stupefy!" Angeline yelled at the goblin, and he stopped suddenly.
"Gold," Sirius breathed. The goblin nodded.
"How much?" The goblin was clearly prolonging the process. Sirius felt no need to wait this long.
"Impervius," Sirius locked his arm, pointing at the poor goblin. The goblin ran off somewhere. Angeline kept her eyes peeled. Using Impervius, Sirius had no need to let the goblin know just how much he wanted. Sirius jumped down and stood by Angeline, but faced the other way. Oh how he hoped he could've trusted Remus to come with him, but it had to be Peter or him that was the culprit, who killed James and Lily. The two of them searched the room was any attacks. Everyone remained fairly quiet, fairly silent. The little goblin pushed a large cart of gold to the main hall, where the silent panic loomed. Sirius breathed in deeply. Gold, the most beautiful of all elements. Sirius was not able to stare at it well enough, for a man in a brown cloak shouted a spell at Sirius.
"Everte Statum!" The man shouted, and Sirius flew in the air, hitting the wall before landing on the ground. He moaned. Sirius had recognized this man, this auror. Before the man could feel triumph for ending a perfect robbery, another man in a black suit came out of nowhere, and punched the man down. Angeline screamed and ran to Sirius' side. The man in the suit ran to him too, making sure that none of the civilians would get involved. He pulled out a Sig Sauer and pointed it hurriedly at anyone who lived.
"Stand back," the man said in a gruff voice to his audience. No one seemed to move. A few edged towards the door. No one knew that this man had no magic, but none of them wanted to fight at all with him. He towered over most tall humans. And the angry look on his face didn't make him seem any less intimidating. The man backed up to Sirius.
"Sir, are you alright?" He asked. Sirius' eyes opened at the sound of the man's voice. Angeline, near tears, pointed her wand at the man that had potentially started to protect them. Sirius fixed his eyes on the man standing over him.
"Butler?" He asked. Butler nodded.
"Nice to see you, sir," Butler replied, still pointing his gun at no one in particular. Sirius struggled to stand, so Angeline helped him, realizing that this man was no threat.
"Sir, did you have a plan for getting out of here?" Butler asked a bit nervously. Sirius laughed.
"Yes. Although such preparation wasn't really needed, considering the authorities haven't even shown up yet," Sirius joked. Butler winced.
"They're waiting for you outside. There's no other way to exit," He spoke sadly. Sirius didn't seem fazed.
"That wasn't my plan, going out the front door," Sirius seemed insulted that someone thought he would do that. Butler breathed.
"What is your plan?" he asked. Sirius smirked.
"Close you eyes," Sirius spoke softly. Angeline did so, knowing this part of the plan. Butler did as he was told, his first order from Sirius in an incredibly long time. "LUMOS SOLEM!" Sirius shouted, raising his wand in the air. Lumos Solem was a spell that was greater than just Lumos. It lit up the area brighter than the sun. So bright that it would temporarily cause the people around it to have their vision impaired, bright enough to faintly show underground a few miles. Not that it was entirely necessary. Only one mile would've caught the watchful eye of Mulch Diggums. And the light was the signal. Mulch smiled and pushed the detonator.
Sirius stood far enough away from the blast under the cart of gold. The floor under the cart easily crumbled under the weight. The gold fell through. Sirius, Angeline, and Butler ran for the hole and jumped in before the sight was returned to the people in the bank, and a few of the Magic Police outside. The fall was only a few yards down, and Mulch had made sure that they fell on something relatively soft. Although, some dirt was less than comforting. The gold had already been moved away from the bottom of the hole. Mulch was greedily counting it when they hit the button.
A ragged, small tunnel was their only escape. The hole was just big enough for the cart to roll away. The tunnel ended about a mile south of the bank. Mulch had done most of it by himself, but had some help from one of his distant cousins who just happened to be in town when Sirius Black arranged a meeting with him. He had told Mulch would get most of the earnings, considering they couldn't dig a tunnel by themselves.
"Are you alright sir?" Butler asked, in pain himself. Sirius nodded.
"I can't believe we pulled that off," Sirius joked. Angeline lightly punched him in the arm.
"How did you know where we were?" Sirius asked. Butler didn't look at him.
"I'd just come back from spending time with my family in Italy when I heard about James and Lily. I wanted to speak with you, but I found Dumbledore first. He knew what you were up to, and he asked me to watch over you. Lucky for you," Butler smiled. Sirius smiled back.
"I'll explain everything to you later, old friend," Sirius patted him on the shoulder.
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Mr. Snicket occasionally walked through Diagon Alley and would pick up a Daily Prophet, just to see what was happening. But this was not just an occasionally-pick-up-the-paper deal. A man he knew from his days at Hogwarts was featured on the cover, although he couldn't tell it was him at first. The man struggled against officers as he held a sign that read "Sirius Black". The man silently screamed, looking quite livid that he was going to Azkaban. Lemony read that this man he had once idolized had killed his two best friends and was a Death Eater. Lemony's eyebrows furrowed as he read the most startling news. He knew that Sirius wouldn't have ever become a Death Eater on his own free will. If anyone was to plead Imprevius, it would be Sirius. Lemony handed a few Sickles to the newsstand and walked away.
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Sirius' forehead was pressed into the bars of his prison cell. Angeline wore a black dress and hat, looking quite Victorian. Her apologetic look would've melted Sirius' Black heart, if not for the news that had just hardened it.
"I wasn't thinking," Angeline let a black tear fall onto her face, as a result of mascara. "He . . . He. . ."
"I don't want to hear it," Sirius admitted. Angeline whimpered.
"Please Sirius, don't be like that!" She cried openly now. He grasped the bars tightly, as if he wished it was her neck.
"WHY DID YOU COME BACK TO SEE ME! Why not just forget about me if you love SNAPE so much!" Sirius' words felt like poison to not only Angeline, but himself. That name . . . Snape . . . Was fire in his blood. The final pin prick before death. The one person on this earth that he disliked more than his family, more than Voldemort, more than himself.
"Because . . .," she paused quietly. "I'm pregnant." Her voice was quiet and scared. Sirius yelled in agony.
"DAMMIT!" He yanked on the bars violently. Angeline looked up.
"No Sirius! With . . . Yours."
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A/N: THE END! Thank Jesus. It's over. FINALLY! I'm so tired. I'm going to go take a nap before I write the next story. Goodnight! And good luck.
The Music of this Story:
Summer Concerto in G Minor by VIVALDI
Born of a Broken Man by RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
White Room by CREAM
I Write Sins Not Tragedies by PANIC AT THE DISCO
Mr. Raven by MC LARS
Down by BLINK-182
The Point of No Return by PHANTOM of the Opera