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So sry for not updating. I'm so cruel to you- and I know it....anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 16
Dreams and Confusion
"This is getting seriously weird," commented Ron on the trio's way out of their last class. "I mean I know that weird stuff was supposed to happen but still...."
Hermione sighed. "Clearly we need to look into the Angels. No, Ron, don't look at me like that, I still think that they're trustworthy, but they must be hiding something from us."
All three of them glanced back at the seven girls that were trailing behind them. Maya and Liz seemed to be in deep discussion, while the others (save Alena) simply looked worried.
Harry frowned, mind still on what his parents had said. Who was Ganiel? And why had they seemed so different? There had just been something about them.....and why was everyone going on about a book?
"Harry, HARRY!!! Earth to Harry! You still in there?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "No, Ron, I'm not. I'm on mars, really..."
His friend turned away and slid into a chair. "Okay, just checking."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "C'mon, we've got transfiguration essays to do."
"Oh- HERMIONE!!!!"
And anyone passing by at that moment would have seen two inkwells, multiple quills, a couple books and several pillows thrown in Hermione's general direction, while the trio began a giant pillow fight that would last for the next three hours, involve the entire house, and completely trash the Gryffindor common room. (A/n- I love that line!!!! ^ ^)
(Liz's POV)
The angels were in the girl's dorm, and Maya was pacing. "They cannot find out- they mustn't!!"
"Yes, Maya, we know," snapped Miri. "D'you think I want them to find out about me?"
"Well, no..."
"Someone's gonna find out eventually," put in Margie, hugging her pillow.
"Yeah, EVENTUALLY. Not now!! We haven't gained their trust yet!" said Ela from the windowsill.
Sarah looked up from her book, her eyes were worried. "There really isn't much we can do. At all, really."
"I'm scared," whispered Margie, propping her chin on her pillow. Sarah walked over to her and put her arms around her. Margie could be the baby of the group sometimes, and at others, saucier than Maya. This was one of the baby times.
"We should tell Harry," said a calm voice from Alena's bed. They all looked over. Her curtains were drawn, so they couldn't see her.
Liz, who also had immediately closed her curtains, poked her head out. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. "She's right. Better for them to find out on our terms than on theirs."
"Oh, Lizabelle...." Miri murmured, sitting down beside the sea- eyed girl. "Its gonna be fine....really..."
Maya shook her head. "I can't tell them. I just can't. I'm sorry, 'lainie. We just can't tell them yet."
The group nodded. Since Maya was the one that people had the hardest time trusting, she was the one who decided who they would tell and who they wouldn't. She came over and sat on the other side of Liz.
"We'll tell them. Just...not yet."
This decided, the Maya threw open the girls dorm door, screamed "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE???!!!", and promptly got hit in the face with a couch pillow. She stood there for a moment, threw it back and jumped over the rail of the stairs with a yell that was probably heard for miles. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*later that night*
Harry lay in bed, his sheets and pillows haphazardly about him, his glasses still on, and a HUGE grin on his face. He was having the BEST day ever, despite Hermione fainting in potions. Ron's snores and the quiet in the dorm told him he was the only one awake. He sighed, not wanting to fall asleep but wanting to see what 'Ganiel's plans' were, who ever he was.....and with that last thought, Harry's eyes closed and he drifted into a light slumber.
Almost at once a picture appeared to him. It showed a girl, seven at least, maybe eight. She was wearing a nightgown, and a silky kimono-ish robe over it, the gown white, kimono blue. She was brushing her hair, which fell just below her shoulder. Brown hair. Harry looked in the mirror; blue green eyes stared back at him.
Liz, he thought, I'm in Liz's memories. Weird.
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth, come down!!" a women's voice called.
The girl stopped brushing her hair and put her brush down. "Is it time for presents?" she called back excitedly.
"You bet! Get down here!!"
She ran, bolted really, towards the door, and Harry, though he didn't move, went with her. The girl raced through large, lavish hallways lined with statues and framed wizarding pictures, which all smiled and called to the girl 'Happy Birthday!!' She called back to them, calling some of them by name, or just waving. About five minutes later she ran into a large room that reminded Harry of the common room with its rosy glow from the fire and the lush rugs and chairs. A man and women shared one of the several couches, smiling faces illuminated by the fire light. The women had reddish hair, and laughing blue green eyes.
Liz gets her eyes and beauty from her mother, Harry thought to himself, staring at the women. I never knew...
The man was strongly built, with brown eyes, and brown hair. He had an air of power and wealth around him that was magnified by the mahogany bookcases and Persian rugs that accented the room. They had a pile of presents at their feet, which Liz made a beeline for.
"Are they all for me? There's so many..." so unlike Dudley, Harry thought wryly. This is the strangest place I've ever been...except for maybe Snape's memories...
The man and women nodded. Liz leaped towards them, enveloping them both in a huge hug, before grabbing one of the presents. As she was about to tear off the wrapping, a loud crack echoed through the house.
They all looked up.
"That's funny," said the man in a bass voice. "We aren't expecting anyone." He got up and began to move towards the door.
"Dan! Dan don't go!" cried the women, gathering Liz into her arms protectively. "What if it's them?"
"Mommy, I'm scared!" whimpered Liz, burying her face in the women's skirts.
The man shook his head. "Sorry, Letta darling, we need to see-"
The door flew open. "Oh how sweet," drawled a very familiar voice. "A family gathering on the little chit's birthday. What a shame we had to crash the party."
"I do hope we're not late," cooed yet another familiar voice. Bellatrix and Malfoy, can this get any worse? Harry wondered. "I love parties, don't you sweetums?" She waved her wand and Liz was yanked out of her mother's arms and into Bellatrix's. Liz began to scream and kick.
"Let me go!!! Get your hands off me!! MOMMY!!!" she yelled, beginning to cry.
Bellatrix held the girl easily, where she couldn't get away. "Lucius?"
"What."
"Remind me to never have kids." I'd pity any kids who had you for a mother! Harry thought, clenching his fists. They'd probably commit suicide.
"Now then, to business," said Lucius, turning from the girl, whom Bellatrix had gagged, "you do know why we're here?"
The couple could do nothing but nod.
"GOOD!!" he said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "So you know that if you resist we'll kill your child?"
"NO!!" Mrs. de Lancre screamed, running to Liz. "DON'T!! Do what you wish with us but don't hurt my baby any more!! Please!!"
Malfoy Sr. just laughed and threw her aside with a spell. She crumpled against the wall, sobbing. Liz's kicks renewed themselves. A few connected, Bellatrix winced.
"Hurry up, Malfoy."
"I'm almost ready, now then, the portal." A shimmering blast engulfed them all and they appeared in a room that was quite familiar to Harry, and, it seemed, Liz's parents.
"No..." whispered Mr. de Lancre, staring at the archway, its veil waving in unseen wind.
"Yes," said the death eater behind him, grabbing his wrists and forcing them behind him. "Oh yes..."
"Liz!!" the man screamed as he was pushed towards the archway. "Lizzy!! Sweetheart!! Don't go through the veil!! WHAT EVER YOU DO, DON'T GO THROUGH THE VIEL!!!! I LOVE YO-" His words were cut short as he fell through the curtain.
Mrs. de Lancre screamed, hands covering her mouth. Tears streaming down her face she tried one last time to reach her daughter. They managed to clasp hands once before she was dragged away. "ELIZABETH!!!!!" and then she was gone.
Bellatrix dropped the girl. Liz sat there on her knees, tugging the gag from her mouth, tears just streaming down her face in rivers, her mouth open. Her robe was in shreds and she was shaking, but suddenly she looked much older. She wasn't in shock or screaming, just sitting there, completely unable to comprehend that these people had just killed her parents. Then her eyes changed, sorrow was replaced with anger, and a look of complete defiance grew on her face. Harry could almost read her thoughts. I won't let them kill me. I WON'T. And if they do, I'm gonna go down fighting, and I'm gonna take one of them with me. They're not gonna forget me. I can guarantee that.
One of the death eaters grabbed her under the arms and hauled her to her feet. "Lookit her," sneered the one who had pushed her mother through. "Lookit her face. She thinks she can beat us- without a wand. Well guess what, hunny. Your parents are dead. And you know what?" he pointed a finger at her. "You're going to join them."
Liz struck hard and fast. She launched foreword, latching her teeth onto that finger, and biting down, with a look on her face like nothing in heaven or hell was going to make her let go. And from the way that death eater screamed, it hurt- a LOT.
You go girl, Harry thought ruefully, note to self, remember that when without wand or hands, use mouth.
The death eaters screaming increased and he yanked his hand away. There was the sound of blood spattering on the floor and Liz spat something out of her mouth.
A finger.
'Ever wonder why Rodolfus Lestrange is missing a finger on his left hand?' her words came back to him. Oh boy...this is going to be messy.
Liz just stood there, blood coating her lips an eerie red, her eyes glowing with hate. "If I go," she said quietly, "you go too."
He could do nothing but stare at her. She took this opportunity to kick the man behind her in the groin. He doubled over, groaning, and she ran from him, darting out the door.
Liz ran. She could do nothing but. She raced through doors, darted down hallways, smashing things, tears running down her face. Finally she found just one door. She pushed it open.
All of a sudden Harry's point of view changed. Instead of being inside the Department, he was outside, looking down the hallway that led to the door. In front of him, however was a family that he recognized quite well, despite only seeing them once. The Batista's.
Miri looked about eight, and her hair was short, nestling at the nape of her neck. Despite the time, she looked wide awake. She turned to her mother.
"How much longer before daddy's done sitting jury?" she asked her mother who was sitting on a bench, reading.
"I don't know, Miri darling, but soon."
"He better hurry up, I'm bored."
She started to hop from foot to foot, playing some sort of game. When she got to the middle of the hallway, she paused. Then put both feet on the rug and looked right at Harry, or rather, right through him. At the door.
Then, a funny look on her face began slowly moving towards the Department of Mysteries door. She was nowhere close and about halfway too it when the door burst open.
Liz came racing out, sobbing, dirt and dust and tears in her nightgown. She tripped on the hem suddenly but scrambled to her feet and kept on running. She ran right into Miri.
"They're gone!" she sobbed
Miri looked confused. "Who's gone?"
"Mom and Dad! They KILLED them!!!"
"Who's they?" asked Mrs. Batista, coming over. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
Liz hiccupped. "The masked men. The ones with cloaks we were hiding from," eight year old logic...Harry thought shaking his head. I remember thinking like that.... "And my names Liz."
"Liz what?"
"de Lancre."
"You're the de Lancre child? Were your parents Daniel and Aletta de Lancre?"
Liz nodded. "Yes."
"So you're Elizabeth," asked Mrs. Batista, putting a gentle arm around Liz's shaking shoulders.
"Don't call me Elizabeth. My mom called me Elizabeth."
At that precise moment, two things happened. One, the jury obviously ended, because the entire Wizengamot came out, closely followed by a crowd, and they all stared at the three people in the hallway. Second, a large group of death eaters came running out of the Department of Mysteries, wands drawn. Liz screamed, backing up against Miri. Mrs. Batista drew them both into her arms, standing.
"That's them!!" Liz yelled, hiding her face. "Those are the ones that killed my parents!!!!"
Pandemonium was immediate. The wizengamot attacked the death eaters at once, streaming around Mrs. Batista and the girls. The crowd barricaded themselves in the courtroom. After about five minutes it was over and the death eaters were gone. Albus Dumbledore turned to Mrs. Batista.
"Will you take care of her?" he asked, not needing to say who 'her' was.
Joanne Batista drew herself to her full height. "Of course we will."
The memory faded out and from that point on all Harry saw was flashes of people and places. He saw her and Miri running through fields, saw their first days at Salem, trials, meeting the rest of the angels, all of these. He didn't see any more of her family though, but a lot from Salem.
Someone was calling him, and shaking him.
"Harry, Harry wake up!"
He groaned and rolled over, and was surprised to see Ron's bemused face leaning over him and sunlight flooding the dorm.
"Harry its almost breakfast, why'dya sleep so late?"
Harry got up and put on his glasses. "Oh, just dreaming..."
So sry for not updating. I'm so cruel to you- and I know it....anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 16
Dreams and Confusion
"This is getting seriously weird," commented Ron on the trio's way out of their last class. "I mean I know that weird stuff was supposed to happen but still...."
Hermione sighed. "Clearly we need to look into the Angels. No, Ron, don't look at me like that, I still think that they're trustworthy, but they must be hiding something from us."
All three of them glanced back at the seven girls that were trailing behind them. Maya and Liz seemed to be in deep discussion, while the others (save Alena) simply looked worried.
Harry frowned, mind still on what his parents had said. Who was Ganiel? And why had they seemed so different? There had just been something about them.....and why was everyone going on about a book?
"Harry, HARRY!!! Earth to Harry! You still in there?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "No, Ron, I'm not. I'm on mars, really..."
His friend turned away and slid into a chair. "Okay, just checking."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "C'mon, we've got transfiguration essays to do."
"Oh- HERMIONE!!!!"
And anyone passing by at that moment would have seen two inkwells, multiple quills, a couple books and several pillows thrown in Hermione's general direction, while the trio began a giant pillow fight that would last for the next three hours, involve the entire house, and completely trash the Gryffindor common room. (A/n- I love that line!!!! ^ ^)
(Liz's POV)
The angels were in the girl's dorm, and Maya was pacing. "They cannot find out- they mustn't!!"
"Yes, Maya, we know," snapped Miri. "D'you think I want them to find out about me?"
"Well, no..."
"Someone's gonna find out eventually," put in Margie, hugging her pillow.
"Yeah, EVENTUALLY. Not now!! We haven't gained their trust yet!" said Ela from the windowsill.
Sarah looked up from her book, her eyes were worried. "There really isn't much we can do. At all, really."
"I'm scared," whispered Margie, propping her chin on her pillow. Sarah walked over to her and put her arms around her. Margie could be the baby of the group sometimes, and at others, saucier than Maya. This was one of the baby times.
"We should tell Harry," said a calm voice from Alena's bed. They all looked over. Her curtains were drawn, so they couldn't see her.
Liz, who also had immediately closed her curtains, poked her head out. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. "She's right. Better for them to find out on our terms than on theirs."
"Oh, Lizabelle...." Miri murmured, sitting down beside the sea- eyed girl. "Its gonna be fine....really..."
Maya shook her head. "I can't tell them. I just can't. I'm sorry, 'lainie. We just can't tell them yet."
The group nodded. Since Maya was the one that people had the hardest time trusting, she was the one who decided who they would tell and who they wouldn't. She came over and sat on the other side of Liz.
"We'll tell them. Just...not yet."
This decided, the Maya threw open the girls dorm door, screamed "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE???!!!", and promptly got hit in the face with a couch pillow. She stood there for a moment, threw it back and jumped over the rail of the stairs with a yell that was probably heard for miles. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*later that night*
Harry lay in bed, his sheets and pillows haphazardly about him, his glasses still on, and a HUGE grin on his face. He was having the BEST day ever, despite Hermione fainting in potions. Ron's snores and the quiet in the dorm told him he was the only one awake. He sighed, not wanting to fall asleep but wanting to see what 'Ganiel's plans' were, who ever he was.....and with that last thought, Harry's eyes closed and he drifted into a light slumber.
Almost at once a picture appeared to him. It showed a girl, seven at least, maybe eight. She was wearing a nightgown, and a silky kimono-ish robe over it, the gown white, kimono blue. She was brushing her hair, which fell just below her shoulder. Brown hair. Harry looked in the mirror; blue green eyes stared back at him.
Liz, he thought, I'm in Liz's memories. Weird.
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth, come down!!" a women's voice called.
The girl stopped brushing her hair and put her brush down. "Is it time for presents?" she called back excitedly.
"You bet! Get down here!!"
She ran, bolted really, towards the door, and Harry, though he didn't move, went with her. The girl raced through large, lavish hallways lined with statues and framed wizarding pictures, which all smiled and called to the girl 'Happy Birthday!!' She called back to them, calling some of them by name, or just waving. About five minutes later she ran into a large room that reminded Harry of the common room with its rosy glow from the fire and the lush rugs and chairs. A man and women shared one of the several couches, smiling faces illuminated by the fire light. The women had reddish hair, and laughing blue green eyes.
Liz gets her eyes and beauty from her mother, Harry thought to himself, staring at the women. I never knew...
The man was strongly built, with brown eyes, and brown hair. He had an air of power and wealth around him that was magnified by the mahogany bookcases and Persian rugs that accented the room. They had a pile of presents at their feet, which Liz made a beeline for.
"Are they all for me? There's so many..." so unlike Dudley, Harry thought wryly. This is the strangest place I've ever been...except for maybe Snape's memories...
The man and women nodded. Liz leaped towards them, enveloping them both in a huge hug, before grabbing one of the presents. As she was about to tear off the wrapping, a loud crack echoed through the house.
They all looked up.
"That's funny," said the man in a bass voice. "We aren't expecting anyone." He got up and began to move towards the door.
"Dan! Dan don't go!" cried the women, gathering Liz into her arms protectively. "What if it's them?"
"Mommy, I'm scared!" whimpered Liz, burying her face in the women's skirts.
The man shook his head. "Sorry, Letta darling, we need to see-"
The door flew open. "Oh how sweet," drawled a very familiar voice. "A family gathering on the little chit's birthday. What a shame we had to crash the party."
"I do hope we're not late," cooed yet another familiar voice. Bellatrix and Malfoy, can this get any worse? Harry wondered. "I love parties, don't you sweetums?" She waved her wand and Liz was yanked out of her mother's arms and into Bellatrix's. Liz began to scream and kick.
"Let me go!!! Get your hands off me!! MOMMY!!!" she yelled, beginning to cry.
Bellatrix held the girl easily, where she couldn't get away. "Lucius?"
"What."
"Remind me to never have kids." I'd pity any kids who had you for a mother! Harry thought, clenching his fists. They'd probably commit suicide.
"Now then, to business," said Lucius, turning from the girl, whom Bellatrix had gagged, "you do know why we're here?"
The couple could do nothing but nod.
"GOOD!!" he said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. "So you know that if you resist we'll kill your child?"
"NO!!" Mrs. de Lancre screamed, running to Liz. "DON'T!! Do what you wish with us but don't hurt my baby any more!! Please!!"
Malfoy Sr. just laughed and threw her aside with a spell. She crumpled against the wall, sobbing. Liz's kicks renewed themselves. A few connected, Bellatrix winced.
"Hurry up, Malfoy."
"I'm almost ready, now then, the portal." A shimmering blast engulfed them all and they appeared in a room that was quite familiar to Harry, and, it seemed, Liz's parents.
"No..." whispered Mr. de Lancre, staring at the archway, its veil waving in unseen wind.
"Yes," said the death eater behind him, grabbing his wrists and forcing them behind him. "Oh yes..."
"Liz!!" the man screamed as he was pushed towards the archway. "Lizzy!! Sweetheart!! Don't go through the veil!! WHAT EVER YOU DO, DON'T GO THROUGH THE VIEL!!!! I LOVE YO-" His words were cut short as he fell through the curtain.
Mrs. de Lancre screamed, hands covering her mouth. Tears streaming down her face she tried one last time to reach her daughter. They managed to clasp hands once before she was dragged away. "ELIZABETH!!!!!" and then she was gone.
Bellatrix dropped the girl. Liz sat there on her knees, tugging the gag from her mouth, tears just streaming down her face in rivers, her mouth open. Her robe was in shreds and she was shaking, but suddenly she looked much older. She wasn't in shock or screaming, just sitting there, completely unable to comprehend that these people had just killed her parents. Then her eyes changed, sorrow was replaced with anger, and a look of complete defiance grew on her face. Harry could almost read her thoughts. I won't let them kill me. I WON'T. And if they do, I'm gonna go down fighting, and I'm gonna take one of them with me. They're not gonna forget me. I can guarantee that.
One of the death eaters grabbed her under the arms and hauled her to her feet. "Lookit her," sneered the one who had pushed her mother through. "Lookit her face. She thinks she can beat us- without a wand. Well guess what, hunny. Your parents are dead. And you know what?" he pointed a finger at her. "You're going to join them."
Liz struck hard and fast. She launched foreword, latching her teeth onto that finger, and biting down, with a look on her face like nothing in heaven or hell was going to make her let go. And from the way that death eater screamed, it hurt- a LOT.
You go girl, Harry thought ruefully, note to self, remember that when without wand or hands, use mouth.
The death eaters screaming increased and he yanked his hand away. There was the sound of blood spattering on the floor and Liz spat something out of her mouth.
A finger.
'Ever wonder why Rodolfus Lestrange is missing a finger on his left hand?' her words came back to him. Oh boy...this is going to be messy.
Liz just stood there, blood coating her lips an eerie red, her eyes glowing with hate. "If I go," she said quietly, "you go too."
He could do nothing but stare at her. She took this opportunity to kick the man behind her in the groin. He doubled over, groaning, and she ran from him, darting out the door.
Liz ran. She could do nothing but. She raced through doors, darted down hallways, smashing things, tears running down her face. Finally she found just one door. She pushed it open.
All of a sudden Harry's point of view changed. Instead of being inside the Department, he was outside, looking down the hallway that led to the door. In front of him, however was a family that he recognized quite well, despite only seeing them once. The Batista's.
Miri looked about eight, and her hair was short, nestling at the nape of her neck. Despite the time, she looked wide awake. She turned to her mother.
"How much longer before daddy's done sitting jury?" she asked her mother who was sitting on a bench, reading.
"I don't know, Miri darling, but soon."
"He better hurry up, I'm bored."
She started to hop from foot to foot, playing some sort of game. When she got to the middle of the hallway, she paused. Then put both feet on the rug and looked right at Harry, or rather, right through him. At the door.
Then, a funny look on her face began slowly moving towards the Department of Mysteries door. She was nowhere close and about halfway too it when the door burst open.
Liz came racing out, sobbing, dirt and dust and tears in her nightgown. She tripped on the hem suddenly but scrambled to her feet and kept on running. She ran right into Miri.
"They're gone!" she sobbed
Miri looked confused. "Who's gone?"
"Mom and Dad! They KILLED them!!!"
"Who's they?" asked Mrs. Batista, coming over. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
Liz hiccupped. "The masked men. The ones with cloaks we were hiding from," eight year old logic...Harry thought shaking his head. I remember thinking like that.... "And my names Liz."
"Liz what?"
"de Lancre."
"You're the de Lancre child? Were your parents Daniel and Aletta de Lancre?"
Liz nodded. "Yes."
"So you're Elizabeth," asked Mrs. Batista, putting a gentle arm around Liz's shaking shoulders.
"Don't call me Elizabeth. My mom called me Elizabeth."
At that precise moment, two things happened. One, the jury obviously ended, because the entire Wizengamot came out, closely followed by a crowd, and they all stared at the three people in the hallway. Second, a large group of death eaters came running out of the Department of Mysteries, wands drawn. Liz screamed, backing up against Miri. Mrs. Batista drew them both into her arms, standing.
"That's them!!" Liz yelled, hiding her face. "Those are the ones that killed my parents!!!!"
Pandemonium was immediate. The wizengamot attacked the death eaters at once, streaming around Mrs. Batista and the girls. The crowd barricaded themselves in the courtroom. After about five minutes it was over and the death eaters were gone. Albus Dumbledore turned to Mrs. Batista.
"Will you take care of her?" he asked, not needing to say who 'her' was.
Joanne Batista drew herself to her full height. "Of course we will."
The memory faded out and from that point on all Harry saw was flashes of people and places. He saw her and Miri running through fields, saw their first days at Salem, trials, meeting the rest of the angels, all of these. He didn't see any more of her family though, but a lot from Salem.
Someone was calling him, and shaking him.
"Harry, Harry wake up!"
He groaned and rolled over, and was surprised to see Ron's bemused face leaning over him and sunlight flooding the dorm.
"Harry its almost breakfast, why'dya sleep so late?"
Harry got up and put on his glasses. "Oh, just dreaming..."