Chappie Seventeen

"Charge!" Shouted a large grey marshmallow. Wega's eyes bulged as he ran down a staircase made of chocolate. He was being followed by an army of marshmallows all wielding wands that shot out piranhas. He jumped the final stairs and rushed towards a house that looked like it was made from gingerbread. He pulled the door open and disappeared behind it.

He slid under neath a table and hide as the door opened and the marshmallows marched in now wielding rifles. "He's under the table."

"Let's kill him!" Wega closed his eyes as he felt the Piranhas pierce his skin.

"Oi! Get up!" Serenity said as she poked the vampire a few times in his sides. Wega's eyes fluttered open.

"Seri?" He asked yawning; he ran a hair through his smooth black hair. "I just had the dumbest dream."

"Are you okay?" she muttered, giving him a look that told him she didn't give a damn about his dream.

"Yes," he smiled; it didn't surprise him, "What are you doing today?"

"Teaching," Serenity said, "I have a day off tomorrow, if you wanna have some fun."

"Yeah!" He said cheerfully.

"Do mind going and seeing Rabastan again?" Serenity asked.

"Of course not," Wega grinned, he then said in a serious voice, "You mind getting me some food. I'm sick of cow's blood."

"Okay," Serenity smiled, kissing him gently on his pale pink lips. "Anything in particular?"

"Marshmallows and fish," Wega grinned, kissing her back.

"Okay," Serenity smirked.

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Severus watched as Charlie covered a sleeping fifty-nine year old Enlil with a blanket. His son was barely able to breathe easily now. Charlie turned and faced Severus with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Why is he getting sick so early?" muttered Charlie, Severus looked away, frowning.

"I don't know," said Severus, his tone dead. Charlie sniffed softly and rubbed his eyes. Severus stared at his favourite little red bear Ziggy so intensely he didn't notice Charlie rush to him and hug him. The younger man was now sobbing in his thin arms. Severus held him tightly and uncharacteristically. Serenity's words rushed through his head, "Its okay Charlie, Serenity said it'll be okay."

"How? He is dying and there is nothing any one can do," Charlie wept. Severus flinched, realisation finally hitting him. His only son was dying and nothing could be done about it; and once his son was dead, he'd also lose Charlie. He freed Charlie and back away from the red-haired man quickly.

"Sev?" asked Charlie stepping slowly towards Severus, "What's wrong?"

Severus shuddered, every thing was wrong, though he did not speak it. Instead he spun around his robes flying behind him, in his bat-like way, as he swept out of the room. Charlie called after him but was ignored.

"Ma," Enlil croaked from the bed, Charlie twisted sharply around and faced his son, "Where's dad?"

"He-he left," Charlie whispered.

"Will he be back?" Enlil moaned

"I don't know," Charlie sniffed.

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"WOOD!" Bill's voice echoed in his fellow Gryffindor's home. He stormed around the house kicking the chairs, and tea tables out of his path's way. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Bill stopped moving around and listened to the sounds inside the house. The attic creaking, and something creeping on the roof, and the water running from the shower. He headed toward the bathroom and kicked the door opened aggressively. He heard a tiny whimper from inside as he stalked in. He stared at the almost black glass door of the shower, he stormed over and pulled the door open roughly. He squealed in surprise when he found Oliver curled on the ground naked with the water rushing down against his skin. It took Bill a moment to realise that the water was scorching hot. Gasping he leaned over and turned the tap off. He stared at Oliver as though the other man was insane. The ex-Quidditch captain's skin was blistering and looked as though it had been scrubbed with a metal sponge; some of the skin had been slashed deeply and was bleeding.

"Bill!" he heard his brother calling him, "Where are you?"

"In here," Bill muttered weakly, looking in disgust at the other's boy's body. The bathroom door swung open again and Percy ran in only to stop abruptly at the sight.

"What did you do to him?" Percy asked aghast.

"I didn't do any thing," Bill said angrily, "I found him like this!"

"Okay," Percy muttered, "We have to help him."

"What for?" said Bill, refusing to forgive the Scotsman for insulting his brother.

"Bill! We can't leave him here!" Percy snapped. Bill let out an annoyed whine.

"Fine!" he pouted, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around the unconscious boy. He heaved him up into his arms and carried him outside.

"Carry him to the bed," Percy said, opening the door, "I'll go and get our healing potions for burns from home. Don't hurt him more."

"I won't," Bill snapped. "I don't need too."

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Ron sat behind Harry watching as he rewrote the information on the board.

Ravenclaw's Dagger.

To be destroyed, once proven to be a real horcrux.

"Why don't you think it isn't a real horcrux?" Ron asked.

"It looks different," Harry said, "And I find it strange that I've been able to get the horcruxes so easily. Dumbledore was killed because of them, and here I am destroying them like a death eater destroying muggles."

Ron flinched at the harsh description but spoke any way, "Maybe you're right, but what are you going to do?"

"Wait until Serenity figures out the spell," Harry said, "I can search for the other horcruxes then. I only have two left."

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Darkness still filled the small mouldy room. Quivering from a young man could be heard, his teeth chattered together from the cold, pain and fear. Rabastan Lestrange was beginning to feel his mentality drop. Almost two weeks alone in the small constricted room with only the visits of an unwanted rat, and he wasn't including the visits from his make-belief friend called Wega. His imagined friend had the most golden hair imaginable and even brighter blue eyes which lit up the black room.

He sat up and leant against the wall humming a lullaby his mother sung to him as a child. Unlike most of the Slytherin's whose parents were only ever nice and parent-like in public, his mother and his father where fantastic parents. The pair was proud of what their sons no matter what. Rabastan sighed, they had been killed by aurors a few years before he and his brother were thrown in Azkaban with his sister-in-law.

Bella once told Rodolphus about her upbringing, Rabastan happened to be ears-dropping. Her mother wanted a son, so she treated both her and Narcissa badly. Not that he treat Andromeda much better, she just seemed to know how to calm her down. As for their father he was spoken much off, but Bella seemed to like him more then her mother.

It was the same with Regulus Black's family. He and the youngest Black were both in Slytherin in the same year. The two were good friends. Regulus spoke to him about every thing, his annoying perfect older brother, who betrayed them, his loud and even more annoying mother, and then there was his father. Regulus too, like Bella, liked his father more; he always spoke so fondly of him. He even spoke fondly of Sirius at a time, until the older Black ran away from home.

Rabastan sniggered slightly remembering how he and Regulus helped Sirius and his three friends play a few pranks on the older Slytherins in their first year. Sirius had asked them to put an entire bottle of Herbie's Multi-Colour Hair Dye Potion in the Slytherin's shampoo collection. Regulus agreed quickly, he wanted to impress his older brother. As for Rabastan, he only joined in because Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus had been bullying him earlier.

It was funny to see more then half of the male population of Slytherins walking around with either bright green, blue, pink or purple hair. Malfoy himself had green hair, his brother had blue and Snape's, surprisingly, had turned a soft purple. Rabastan didn't think Snape washed his hair…

"What are you sniggering about?" A smooth gentle voice asked. Rabastan smiled and faced the bright light were his friend was standing smiling back at him. Wega sat beside him and outstretched his arms for Rabastan. The mortal jumped into the arms eagerly. The only human contact he ever had been either from Wega or the rat. "So what is so funny?"

"Just remembered some thing from my school days," Rabastan answered, "My best friend and I helped play a prank on the rest of our house thanks to his brother."

"What happened?" Wega asked. Rabastan smiled as he snugged against his friend. Enjoying the contact he told his friend his story. After finishing his story and getting a soft laugh from the other man, he leaned back in the strong arms and closed his eyes.

"Don't leave me," whispered Rabastan.

"I can't stay here," Wega sighed, "You know that."

"I know," Rabastan sniffed, defeated, as Wega planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He moaned as the vampire began to suck on his neck, "We-Wega. Is it safe?"

"I'm not biting you, am I?" he asked. Rabastan shook his head as Wega continued to suck at his neck. "So do you want to tell me what the rat does with you in here?"

"Don't!" Rabastan grumbled, "Don't ruin the moment!"

"Rabastan," Wega sighed, "You have to tell me, please."

"I cant," he muttered, "Please don't make me."

"Okay," Wega sighed, defeated, "But you have to tell me once the war is over."

"You mean both ways?" Rabastan asked, Wega raised a brow. "I mean, I tell you no matter who wins."

"Well the Order will win," Wega smirked, "So yes."

"I hope they-" Wega cut him of by covering Rabastan's mouth with his tender hands. He listened intently.

"I have to go," Wega whispered, "The rat's coming, and I wish I could take you with me, but Serenity told me I can't. She might take the blame for your disappearance."

"What is she up to?" Rabastan said, as Wega stood up.

"I haven't any idea," he muttered, "She won't tell me. She just told me to keep you company whenever the rat is out."

"Will I see you again?" Rabastan asked.

"You know you will," Wega whispered, kissing Rabastan gently on the cheek. He then claimed the death eater's lips before disappearing in the middle of the kiss.

"I hate when he does that," Rabastan sighed as the door opened.

"Get up, Lestrange," Wormtail hissed, "Eden is here. Master wants you present. He also said that you are to keep quiet around the vampire or else."

Rabastan nodded and stood up to follow the rat.
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Bill stood above his brother and Oliver Wood watching as the ex-ministry worker applied the healing balm to Wood's burns and scalds. Instantly the Quidditch player's wounds disappeared. Their mother had given him a calming draught as the moment Percy and Molly attempted to heal his wounds he awoke and began to fight them fearfully. He was sleeping peacefully waiting for an awaking spell.

"That's it," Percy said, sitting down, "His wounds are all healed. But why did he do that to himself."

"I don't know," muttered Bill, "But I'm taking him to Mungo's

"No you are not," Percy sighed, "Bill, you mind if I talk to him alone?"

"Yes I do," Bill snapped, "If you think I'll leave him alone with you for a minute you're mistaken! I'm not about to let him hurt you again!"

"He wont," Percy sighed, as his mother rushed into the room. Fleur followed her in.

"Iz ze boy okay?" Fleur asked, glaring at Bill.

Molly sighed, "Goodness Bill! How could you do this to the poor boy? You could have killed him!"

"What's your point?" Bill asked, angrily, he was about to continue but was cut of by his mother.

"Don't you 'what's your point' me!" Molly snarled, grabbing Bill harshly by his fanged ear. She dragged him out of the room.

"Ow! Ow!" Bill moaned, "My ear! I didn't do it, he did! Mum!"

Fleur pounced after him giggling as Percy smirked slightly. He shut the jar's lid and grabbed his wand. He muttered under his breathe and awoke his friend. Oliver's eyes shot open and he gasped. He sat up quickly, muttering under his breathe, though Percy couldn't hear what he was saying. Oliver finally noticed Percy and shuddered as huge breathe as though he was comforted.

"Oliver, its okay," Percy assured, wrapping his arms around the Scotsman.

"Sorry," Oliver murmured, sinking into the touch. Percy was confused; he wondered why Oliver was suddenly allowing Percy to touch him. "I should not have called you that. It was my fault. I'm the fag."

"No one's a fag," Percy scolded, sounding suddenly like his mother.

"I am,"

"You're gay?" Percy asked. Oliver shrugged, he wasn't sure himself. "It doesn't matter if you are any way. You're still my friend."

"Really?" Oliver asked, sounding pathetic. Percy nodded.

"You want to tell me why you burnt yourself so badly?" Percy asked. "You can tell me."

"It's a… a little complicated," Oliver stumbled.

"That's okay," Percy said, "I'd still like to know."

"I really don't want to tell you," Oliver murmured looking at the carpet underneath him. Percy rubbed his back affectionately. "You'll think I'm insane."

"No I won't. Please Oliver?" Percy tried. "If you wish, I can ask Serenity to speak to you. She is a great person to speak too."

"No," Oliver muttered, "I don't know her."

"Well, some muggles go to this healer type person, called a psychiatrist," Percy started, "And they don't know them at all. You at least met Serenity. She won't tell any one. She has a short memory span."

"No," Oliver muttered stubbornly.

"Can you at least give me cliff notes?" Percy moaned impatiently. Oliver shook his head, Percy rubbed his shoulder affectionately. "Did some one hurt you?"

Memories ran through Oliver's head. The unwanted touches, the taunting, and the threats. Oliver shivered as he nodded softly. "Yes."

"Who?" asked Percy. Oliver shook his head vigorously. Percy bit his lip and decided to approach him in another way. "Is it some one I know, Oliver?"

Oliver nodded, a troll like person appeared in his mind. That person smiled cruelling baring his hideous out of shape (and colour) teeth.

"Is it a man?" Another nod. "Did he go to Hogwarts with us or is he from your new Quidditch team?"

"Hogwarts," Oliver muttered, looking away. Percy thought for a while.

"Oliver, can you tell me what he did?" Percy asked, "I don't wish to use Legilimens, on you."

"You don't know how too!" Oliver snapped. Percy smirked.

"Actually I do," Percy smiled, "Now tell me, because my patience is wearing thin and I need to know what's wrong with you. I can't help you if I don't know."

"You want to know what's wrong with me," Oliver snarled angrily. "Do you really want to know!"

"Yes, I do," Percy said, taken aback.

"Fine! I'll tell you! But you won't be able to help me!" Oliver snapped. "You remember that good old friend of ours in Slytherin?"

"Flint?" Percy asked softly, he figured it was Markus Flint as he was the ring-leader of the Slytherin's in their year.

"Yes, Flint!" Oliver spat the name with such venom that Percy released the bigger boy and shifted back a bit.

"What did he do?" Percy asked weakly, his stomach turned suddenly not wanting to know what Oliver had to say.

"He-he raped me," Oliver muttered glaring at the floor. Percy gasped.

"What?"

"He raped me!" Oliver almost shouted, "He fucking forced me legs apart and fuck me! Are you fucking happy now!"

By the time Percy registered what Oliver said, the Scotsman had run out of the room and disappeared. Percy was still too stunned to move

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"Voldie Mouldy sat on a wall; Voldie Mouldy had a great fall," Serenity sung at the top of her voice, Voldemort gripped his wand angrily; furious the Cruciatus didn't work on the vampire. "All the death eaters and aurors couldn't put Voldie together again!"

Almost all the death eaters were sitting around the table watching the vampire, Greyback and Voldemort interact. Each one of them agreed silently, with out knowing, that whenever the vampire was here they were saved by the wrath of their angry master. He never cursed any one around the vampire. Though he stopped trying when he learnt she could cut of the Crucio with a swipe of her hand. As part of their deal Voldemort agreed not to harm the death eaters for their stupidity, at least around the vampire.

"What, may I ask, are you doing here Eden?" Greyback snarled. Serenity ignored him as she bit into a chicken leg. She faced Voldemort who was sitting besides her glaring angrily at Rabastan.

"So what's Stanley done today," Serenity asked waving the chicken leg as she spoke. Voldemort turned his glare to the vampire.

"What kind of name is Stanley?"

"What kinds of names are Rabastan, Rodolphus, Amycus and Alecto?" Serenity asked, "Though none of them are as bad as your's name. I mean how many nicknames can you pull out of that! There's Voldie, and Mouldyworts, Tommy-boy, Voldie-poo, the-man-who-let-the-boy-live-"

She was stopped by a snort from Rabastan's direction. Voldemort glared furiously at him. "Where did you get the last one from?"

He really didn't care if he was going to be punished for his actions. He knew he'd be thrown back in the room either way.

"Dunno," Serenity shrugged, picking up the glare Voldemort was giving the younger Lestrange brother. "Oh Bella and Roddy are back."

Right on cue the couple walked into the room.

"We killed seventeen muggles, master," Bella smiled. Her and her husband exchanged grins.

"But one managed to slip from your reach," Voldemort hissed. "And a child at that."

Serenity snorted even louder then Rabastan did.

"How's that happen?" Serenity smirked.

"His mother managed to push him out of the way before we killed him," Rodolphus sighed, "He ran off and managed to dodge all of the curses we sent his way."

"He was quite fast for a five year old," Bella snapped, angrily.

"He was only five?" Rabastan asked, stunned.

"Better then what you manage to do!" Bella snarled.

"Right, much better," Rabastan snorted, "You attack muggles, children at that, people who can't really fight back, and you say that you are better then me. At least I manage to fight witches and wizards that are old enough to wield a wand."

"Oh! Wow! Widdle Wabbystan can fight the bigger older wizards!" Bella said in a mock baby tone. Rabastan rolled his eyes.

"To think my brother married you," he muttered. "Poor man."

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Next Chappie: More on the horcruxes, another DA meeting, Voldemort begins plans to free the trapped death-eaters. Voldemort learns about You-No-Poo…Enlil turns seventy…

I'm growing bored with this story…and that's a bad thing! It means I may not finish it…Oh well, I only received two review, and I don't think 'uhh' by Ceilidhl is a very good review, what the hell is 'uhh'? I said constructive criticism! Point out some mistakes, grammar wise or plot wise, I don't think 'uhh' counts even as a bloody flame…Thank you God for Kazforlupin

Any way thanks for reading my story…and not reviewing…seventeen chappies and only two reviews… 'uhh' its not good enough…LOL

Oh well, I'm writing the story for my own enjoyment and entertainment, while I wait for JKR to finish writing her final book… You guys read this story for the same reasons I do, boredom and stupidity. Hahaha!

Maybe I should point out this story focuses a tad bit more on the vampire plot then the horcruxes… In my mind this story is finished, its just waiting to be typed up on my computer!

I just read a few of the older chappies, and damn! I really need a beta! My computer is not doing her job! Oh and I read the first chapter, you are probably wondering why the Dursleys still treated Harry like dirt…well Leopards do not change their spots… And I also forgot that Hermione and Ron were coming with him to Privet Drive…Oh well…

Does any one actually read this part after the chapter actually ends…doubt it…

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