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Caribbean, but we used a couple of quotes from that anyway.
A/N YOU MUST READ THIS!!! DON'T SKIP IT! Ok, now that we have your attention. . . In the next few chapters you're probably going to develop a huge dislike for one of the characters. Chapter 51 in particular is very. . . well, difficult. Please don't stop reading this fic on account of this character's behaviour. It will be explained in a few chapter's time, we promise.
A reminder, we will be offended if we don't get a reaction out of this. This is our favourite chapter.
Chapter 51 (you've been warned)
James groaned and opened his one good eye, squinting at a figure in a dark cloak. He heard two moans from nearby, telling him that Remus and Sirius were awake. The death eater walked up to him and kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Get up!" he ordered harshly. "Master wants to see you."
The three of them got to their feet, their bruised and aching bodies protesting against the movement.
***
"Thankyou MacNair. Leave us."
The deatheater bowed obediently and left.
"James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin." Voldemort nodded to each of them. "I have been informed that you are quite adept in your studies."
"So? What's that to you?" Remus spat.
"Oh tut. Watch your manners child." Voldemort said airily.
"Manners? Who are you to talk about manners? Do you call kidnapping, murdering and torturing people good manners?" James said angrily.
"James, you've been listening to Lily too much." Sirius said quietly.
"SILENCE!" roared Voldemort. "I have a proposition for you. Join me, and I will show you the way to power."
Remus snorted. "I'm disinclined to act upon your request."
"Means 'no'." James added.
They both looked to Sirius for his witty contribution. Sirius kneeled in front of Voldemort.
Remus looked at him apprehensively. "Please don't do anything stupid."
"I'll join you my lord." Sirius said sincerely.
"Like that." James said disbelievingly.
Voldemort looked mildly surprised. "And here I thought I was going to have to kill you. I thought you too 'noble' to join my cause."
James and Remus were still looking on in shock and horror.
"Me? I'm just dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest men you have to watch because you can never predict when they're about to do something stupid."
Voldemort took Sirius' wand from his pocket and stood twirling it in his hand.
"Those two will have to be killed." Voldemort said, looking into Sirius eyes. "Unless you object?"
"No, by all means kill the whelps." Sirius said aloofly without even glancing towards James or Remus. "But not now. Let them suffer in anticipation. Don't let them know when they will die."
Voldemort smiled grimly. "I like your way of thinking young Black. You will return to Hogwarts in a week and spy on my nemesis, Dumbledore."
Sirius hesitated slightly then bowed to Voldemort. "I'll need my wand, my lord."
Voldemort handed Sirius his wand, and Sirius pocketed it.
"MacNair!"
The deatheater returned quickly and bowed to Voldemort.
"You and Black will escort Potter and Lupin to a cell. Make it an unpleasant one."
Sirius and MacNair bowed low to Voldemort and grabbed James and Remus roughly. James, who was held by Sirius, elbowed him in the stomach and wriggled out of his grasp.
"Get your hands off me, you traitor!" he growled, anger and betrayal flashing in his eyes.
Sirius looked hurt for a second, but quickly assumed a black, unreadable expression. He didn't say anything, but walked behind James the rest of the way, occasionally shoving him to go faster. Remus didn't even bother to struggle against MacNair: The man was roughly three times his size and could probably snap him in half like a matchstick.
When they reached a row of doors, MacNair led them to the very end of the row, opened a door and threw Remus in. He motioned for Sirius to do the same. Sirius hesitated before pushing James in. MacNair slammed the door shut and locked it.
***
As their eyes adjusted to the dim light in the cell, Remus and James got to their feet and looked around. Three of the walls were completely bare, and the other housed the large, heavy looking door. The only light came from the narrow spaces between the door and the wall, and the barred window at the top of the door.
Remus sat down against a wall and closed his eyes, but James pounded his fists against the door as though intent on breaking it down with his bare hands. Remus got up after a short while and put a hand on James' shoulder.
"You're not going to achieve anything by attempting to kill a solid iron door."
James slumped against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
"Why'd he do that?" he asked. "After all we've been through together! He was almost as close to my mum and dad as I was, and he bloody well knows that it's Voldemort's fault they're dead. How could he turn? How could he?"
Remus sat down next to James and put an arm around his shoulder.
"I guess we just didn't know him as well as we thought." he said, then added almost as an afterthought, "Helga's going to be upset."
James turned to look at Remus. "Who's going to tell her if we're dead?"
A/N Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! We did it! We did it! *evil dance around evil fire* Send in the hate mail!
A/N YOU MUST READ THIS!!! DON'T SKIP IT! Ok, now that we have your attention. . . In the next few chapters you're probably going to develop a huge dislike for one of the characters. Chapter 51 in particular is very. . . well, difficult. Please don't stop reading this fic on account of this character's behaviour. It will be explained in a few chapter's time, we promise.
A reminder, we will be offended if we don't get a reaction out of this. This is our favourite chapter.
Chapter 51 (you've been warned)
James groaned and opened his one good eye, squinting at a figure in a dark cloak. He heard two moans from nearby, telling him that Remus and Sirius were awake. The death eater walked up to him and kicked him hard in the stomach.
"Get up!" he ordered harshly. "Master wants to see you."
The three of them got to their feet, their bruised and aching bodies protesting against the movement.
***
"Thankyou MacNair. Leave us."
The deatheater bowed obediently and left.
"James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin." Voldemort nodded to each of them. "I have been informed that you are quite adept in your studies."
"So? What's that to you?" Remus spat.
"Oh tut. Watch your manners child." Voldemort said airily.
"Manners? Who are you to talk about manners? Do you call kidnapping, murdering and torturing people good manners?" James said angrily.
"James, you've been listening to Lily too much." Sirius said quietly.
"SILENCE!" roared Voldemort. "I have a proposition for you. Join me, and I will show you the way to power."
Remus snorted. "I'm disinclined to act upon your request."
"Means 'no'." James added.
They both looked to Sirius for his witty contribution. Sirius kneeled in front of Voldemort.
Remus looked at him apprehensively. "Please don't do anything stupid."
"I'll join you my lord." Sirius said sincerely.
"Like that." James said disbelievingly.
Voldemort looked mildly surprised. "And here I thought I was going to have to kill you. I thought you too 'noble' to join my cause."
James and Remus were still looking on in shock and horror.
"Me? I'm just dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest men you have to watch because you can never predict when they're about to do something stupid."
Voldemort took Sirius' wand from his pocket and stood twirling it in his hand.
"Those two will have to be killed." Voldemort said, looking into Sirius eyes. "Unless you object?"
"No, by all means kill the whelps." Sirius said aloofly without even glancing towards James or Remus. "But not now. Let them suffer in anticipation. Don't let them know when they will die."
Voldemort smiled grimly. "I like your way of thinking young Black. You will return to Hogwarts in a week and spy on my nemesis, Dumbledore."
Sirius hesitated slightly then bowed to Voldemort. "I'll need my wand, my lord."
Voldemort handed Sirius his wand, and Sirius pocketed it.
"MacNair!"
The deatheater returned quickly and bowed to Voldemort.
"You and Black will escort Potter and Lupin to a cell. Make it an unpleasant one."
Sirius and MacNair bowed low to Voldemort and grabbed James and Remus roughly. James, who was held by Sirius, elbowed him in the stomach and wriggled out of his grasp.
"Get your hands off me, you traitor!" he growled, anger and betrayal flashing in his eyes.
Sirius looked hurt for a second, but quickly assumed a black, unreadable expression. He didn't say anything, but walked behind James the rest of the way, occasionally shoving him to go faster. Remus didn't even bother to struggle against MacNair: The man was roughly three times his size and could probably snap him in half like a matchstick.
When they reached a row of doors, MacNair led them to the very end of the row, opened a door and threw Remus in. He motioned for Sirius to do the same. Sirius hesitated before pushing James in. MacNair slammed the door shut and locked it.
***
As their eyes adjusted to the dim light in the cell, Remus and James got to their feet and looked around. Three of the walls were completely bare, and the other housed the large, heavy looking door. The only light came from the narrow spaces between the door and the wall, and the barred window at the top of the door.
Remus sat down against a wall and closed his eyes, but James pounded his fists against the door as though intent on breaking it down with his bare hands. Remus got up after a short while and put a hand on James' shoulder.
"You're not going to achieve anything by attempting to kill a solid iron door."
James slumped against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
"Why'd he do that?" he asked. "After all we've been through together! He was almost as close to my mum and dad as I was, and he bloody well knows that it's Voldemort's fault they're dead. How could he turn? How could he?"
Remus sat down next to James and put an arm around his shoulder.
"I guess we just didn't know him as well as we thought." he said, then added almost as an afterthought, "Helga's going to be upset."
James turned to look at Remus. "Who's going to tell her if we're dead?"
A/N Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! We did it! We did it! *evil dance around evil fire* Send in the hate mail!