~Chapter 13~
Fair warning: Let me tell you right now, Ronald Weasley is not dead! Not yet, anyway. The scene at the end of the previous chapter was just a short I made to entertain myself. I may just make more of the different ways Lilith can kick ass. Now on with the story!
[Flashback: June 1st, 1995]
Drake growled as they saw a large group of people up in arms and ready for battle. And in the front were Cami Winters and Vad Miller, smirking up a storm as they had weapons as they planned on burning the orphanage to the ground for their own reasons.
Drake, Jake, Callie, Evie, Jackie, and Harley all rushed back inside as Drake immediately took command and said, "Get all the babies and children out of here, who is staying?"
All four girls said, that they were staying, however, they scattered around the house as they got most of the gang together to get all the babies out of the house first with all of the younger children, while some teenagers refused to leave and choose to stay and fight as they already joined the gang.
Jake was one of the few younger ones to stay and Drake tried to knock him unconscious but the younger boy avoided the strike and said, "I'm staying."
Drake shook his head, "Your mother will have my ass for this..."
"You need all the firepower you can get and I learned how to wield a gun from Elliot and I have good aim, so just tell me where to aim."
Drake smiled and ruffled his hair and said, "Very well, but stay out of sight, if you have to come down, please...promise me you will leave if I fall."
Jake snorted, "You seem to be underestimating yourself if you think that you can be defeated by that ass."
"I should have killed rat boy, years ago," Drake spat
"Well, you can give his ugly mug to Lilith along with your ring, when they are good and buried," Callie said as she fitted her gloves on her hands as her magic flowed out of her like water.
Drake smirked and said, "Let's send them all to hell, I have a cute wife-to-be to propose to!"
"Yes, sir/Dad!" Jake and all the girls yelled
Then the gates surrounding the apartment broke down and the combined voices of both Miller and Winter yelled, "Burn the orphanage to the ground!"
[Present]
Battle Song: Get Lucky - Halestorm
All four girls made their way to the roof as the gates burst open as enemies flooded in and surrounded the orphanage as Winter turned towards the group behind her and called out, "You all, spread out and find her in case she's not at the shithole."
The group didn't move until Miller snarled, "What the fuck are you shits waiting for? You lot spread out and find her, the rest of ya, burn this shit-shack to the ground!"
A group of people split off to find Lilith amongst downtown, while Winter clenched her fists as she felt another insecurity well up inside of her as she clenched her teeth and barked out orders to her group, "Kill everyone you come across!"
"Yes, ma'am!" They barked as they charged the orphanage before a series of gunshots rang out stopping them in their tracks, before the group of thirty split up, leaving only ten standing alone paralyzed, which made them easy pickings where they were quickly riddled with bullets. Their blood flying in the air as they fell like ragdolls.
Callie charged forward and thrust her foot into the stomach of one of Winter's girls, crushing her stomach, making them throw up before she slammed her boot into the back of the girl's head, her gurgles and the sound of broken cartilage were barely heard over the screams and curses that filled the air.
Winter screamed, "You miserable bitch!"
"So, I've been told, you whore!" She spat back before she dodged a swing from one of Miller's crew members.
"Come, babe, let's dance," He purred
Callie only snorted, "How about you show me your damn insides!"
She then tackled him and made to make good on her promise.
Evie was tearing through her enemies like they were wet paper as she flipped and twisted out of the way of the enemies bullets, only to break bones or tear out throats. Within minutes, her arms and legs were already saturated with blood.
"Come on, you miserable shits! Is that the best you got?" She hollered as she charged into another fray of enemies to protect her home.
Harley was cackling up a storm as she was waved around her reinforced sledgehammer, spraying blood and brain matter everywhere as her eyes were wide and glowing, "Bring it, you little shits! Come to mama! Mama needs a new bloody outfit!"
Jackie was shooting all targets her eyes locked on as she made sure the entire orphanage was evacuated and once it was, she switched from dual pistols to a pump action shotgun, reinforced and crafted for quick reloading and firing.
Jake made well use of his bullets shooting from the shadows of the rooftop as made to pick off as many people-no maggots who were attacking his home with extreme prejudice as he could, his mother would do no different and only made him reload faster to drop more bodies.
'Bastards...ruining the day that was supposed to my dad's proposal to mom!' He growled as he shot into the back of Miller's cohorts who was fighting with one of Lilith's gang members.
Jake then turn his attention to the next target.
Drake was livid as he stormed through the mass of enemies, tearing them apart with his bare hands, his suit that Olivia picked out for as a good luck charm was covered in dirt and blood.
'I'll make amends to her later,' He thought before he growled out, "You fuckers have the worst sense of timing."
"If it isn't Reckless, where's your hot piece of ass?" Miller said
"She's busy and unavailable at the moment, but it's a damn shame."
"Why?"
"Because I can't drag out your torment, but you being the cocksucker of demons will please both her and I just fine. Your damn head will make a nice paperweight and wedding present, though."
"So you are going to torture me, is that it? You don't have the guts," He grinned as he stared at the glowing red eyes of his rival.
"Oh, pathetic rat, but I do. However, as you know, my girlfriend has more of a taste for it. Tell me, what do you think she will do to you? She'll make you wish you never were cooked in that loose hole you were shitted out instead of instead of in the toilet where you belong."
Vad growled as he made to tackle Drake, only for the taller of them only avoided his tackle only to grab his hair, pulling him back, the force nearly scalping him before Vad tried to nut punch him only for Drake to block it and toss him away and punch his face repeatedly.
Then several cohorts threw charmed molten cocktails at the orphanage quickly setting the entire building alight, making Drake look at the scene in horror before a demonic snarl settled on his face, as he tossed Vad away as he punched off the head of the first person who threw the cocktail. Then he stabbed his hand into the chest of the second one and when the third fled, trying to save himself, he killed him with a gun.
He then tried to look for Jake amongst the flames of the house only for the young boy to appear in front of him.
"Don't scare me like that, go to with Evie, she's leading everyone back who's had enough of the fighting."
Miller watched the scene with disgust before a sick grin settled on his face as he pulled a pin from a grenade and tossed it at Jake's direction when he was fleeing.
"Okay, Dad," He smiled before he made to retreat, he pulled out his phone and quickly made a message for Lilith, "Hey, mom, I don't know where you are, but I think you are under fire, by the same bastards who are attacking our house. Drake is fighting, he managed to get all the children and babies away with most of the gang and those that stayed are still fighting. The rat bastard is using magic as he set the house on fire, but Drake is pushing him back, but in case neither of us makes it...I just want you to know that I love you. I have loved you and Drake since the moment you saved me from dying in the hospital and made me your son. Drake loves you too, I want to tell you that he got the ring-"
Drake ran as fast as he could and shouted, "That bastard threw a grenade, Jake hit the deck!"
"Dad!" He shouted before...
Smash! Then came the sound of a portkey being activated, then...
Boom!
Everything became lost in a swirl of darkness and pain.
Ending Song
[Voldemort's Manor]
The Dark Lord was walking to exit his manor with his beloved companion and Bellatrix when a pair of bodies just dropped right at his feet, while Bellatrix was shocked as her wand was already in hand.
He made his way forward and saw someone he wouldn't have expected, as both he and Bellatrix knew who was before them, "Son..." He whispered
"Who's the boy in his arms?" She quipped, looking at the much smaller boy.
"Regardless of who he is, take our son to the medical wing, take the boy to the dungeon and when he awakens interrogate him."
"Yes, my Lord," She bowed before she floated both Drake and Jake to their destinations and waited for them to wake up.
[July 5th, 1995]
"Ugh..." Drake lowly groaned as he wearily opened his eyes, blinking the sleepiness from them before he immediately stiffened when he heard the sound of a door being opened before being quickly shut.
A series of footsteps stopped right on the bed as he felt magic circulating around him as he took a glance at the doctor observing him before the man turned around, Drake sat up and quickly knocked him unconscious.
As the man fell to the floor, he jumped out of bed shaking off his sudden nausea and stabbed his finger into the chest of the man, enveloping him in his memories, his most current one was of him raping a six-year-old boy.
Drake only growled in disgust before he snapped his neck, slightly annoyed that he knocked him out beforehand as he dragged him to the bed and placed a sheet over him as he made his way out of the room.
He then made his way around the mansion and coming across a curtain-covered window, he peeked through it only to find himself staring at a garden below.
'So, I must be around the back of the second floor of whatever location, I'm in. Still doesn't help for shit though...' He groaned as he whispered, "Lilith..."
'That fucker, Miller. I'll fucking gut him and put his head over the fireplace, but first things first, where the hell is Jake?'
He stuck to the shadows and as a woman made her way past the pillar he was hiding behind, before he caught her, pulling her against him and silenced her by putting a hand over her mouth before biting into the junction between her neck and shoulder.
He felt a flood of memories flow through him before he recognized his son inside of a cage in a dark location. He let out a slight gasp as he spat out the remainder of the blood from his mouth, before tapping a series of nerves around her heart, making her sporadically jerk before falling limp.
'He must be downstairs in a basement somewhere...' He thought, before a loud voice rang out, "He's missing! Find him!"
"Shit!" He spat as he quickly made his way around the mansion, trying to find a way downstairs.
He stuck to the shadows as he traversed across the mansion, leading people on a merry chase, snapping two more necks before he finally came upon a set of stairs leading down to the first floor.
He quickly jumped into the shadows as a death eater was just about to walk past where he was hiding before Drake snagged him and growled, "Where's the basement?"
"What's it to you?" He growled
"Tell me shithead or I'll rip out your throat," He snarled, his fingers digging into his neck
The man just chuckled, "Not a chance in hell. He's over here-urgh!"
Drake tore out his throat with his bare hands and quickly made his way to a different position as the game of cat and mouse continued for another ten minutes until he found the hidden passageway, leading to a series of stairs, curving down into the darkness.
He quickly made his way down and finally found what he was looking for. His son, who was curled up in a ball on the floor of the cage he was in.
Drake made his way forward, tearing the cage apart and checked on his pulse, letting out a slight sigh in relief that he was still alive and breathing. He took him on his back and made his way back to the first floor.
He slowly made his way up the stairs as Jake woke up halfway, still very disoriented, he gave a choked out groan, "Dad?"
He gave a smile, "Yeah, kid. It's me. We're getting the hell out of here."
"I'm sorry...if I was more careful," He whispered
Drake sighed, "It's not your fault. You didn't think the bastard was going to throw a grenade. Besides...Lil is waiting for us."
Jake just tightened his grip on his shoulders as they stuck to the shadows, quietly making their way past the groups of death eaters searching for the both of them.
When the two found the exit, Drake smiled and took a step towards it only to collapse, causing Jake to fall away from him as Drake grit his teeth as he felt he just got hit with a sledgehammer to the gut.
"Dad!" Jake shouted, rushing to help him up
A series of claps rang out into the foyer where the two were, making the pair look up the set of grand stairs to see a group of Death Eaters, Bellatrix, and Voldemort himself.
"Leaving so soon? Without even a goodbye no less. Have you no manners?" Voldemort cooly quipped
Drake didn't say anything as he clutched his chest as he felt his insides were burning as Jake clutched his arm, 'Dammit...'
He tried to phase out, imagining a location close to his hideout, but it only made the pain worse before he vomited, shocking Jake as Drake spluttered and coughed.
"Fuck!" He hacked, trying to get his breathing under control.
"Don't bother trying to leave. The rune I placed on your chest prevents that. You had many interesting weapons on you. And the way you dispatched my death eaters to get to your son was interesting to watch."
"So you just allowed me to kill your miserable soldiers is that it?" He growled, glaring at the pale man.
"...Yes. You can say it's a test to see if you are truly my son."
"What is this? A cheesy, 'I-am-your-father', moment? Go fuck yourself," He spat, bring his son closer to him as Jake just looked at him with worry, as he tried to look for anything that could help them.
"So you do have a relationship with that boy," He quipped, his red eyes boring into Jake's head as the younger boy refused to look at him.
A random Death Eater commented, "Let us enjoy him, my Lord!"
Voldemort just glanced at him before the walls of the foyer cracked, all at once, shocking everyone before Drake shoved his arm through the chest of the pedophilic Death Eater, causing them to collapse.
Another screamed, "You bastard!" before Drake smacked off their head
One tried to spell him from behind only for Drake's foot to meet their teeth, the end result was one broken jaw and a shit ton of missing teeth. A death eater was going to shout his spell, before Drake ripped out his tongue with a cold tone of, "Shut up. You're annoying."
A death eater shouted, "Advera Kevera!"
Jake switched his father with a random metal tray, destroying it as Drake could only give a smirk to his son as he ripped out the death eater's jaw.
Before Drake could continue, Voldemort activated the rune on Drake's chest, making him collapse as he spat out a mixture of blood and foam, but before his head could hit the floor, Jake managed to catch him, before he finally fell unconscious.
Jake looked at him in shock as he tried to wake him up, before Bellatrix stunned him, making him fall forward, unconscious.
Bellatrix and Voldemort could only stare at the pair for a moment, before Voldemort let out a snort of amusement, "Interesting. Very, very interesting. Bella, take them both to the dungeons."
She bowed, "Yes, my Lord."
"The rest of you get rid of these bodies and do not disturb me."
The five who remained bowed and made to complete his order.
As two days passed, Voldemort arrived to give both Drake and Jake an offer to join his side, before leaving them alone in the dark to consider their choices. The day after, Jake was separated from Drake and was confronted by Bellatrix. Three days later, Drake was confronted by Voldemort with the end of a threat and contemplation. Finally, on the 13th of July, the pair of boys accept Voldemort's offer.
[July 14th, 1995]
Jake woke up with a yawn and a sigh as he groaned as he overlooked his bedroom, rather spartan and filled with just the essentials as he tossed off the thick covers, before scowling at the mark on his right wrist that was forced upon him, by Voldemort.
A dark coiling snake wrapped around his entire wrist, coming in and out of a skull.
'Damn bastard...' He hissed before he made his way into the bathroom to take a shower.
After fifteen minutes, he stepped out with a towel on his head and he saw a house elf waiting for him.
"G-good morning, Heir. I heard the shower running and rushed to lay out your clothes."
"Thank you. But what's your name?" He asked, softly
"N-name? Does y-you want my n-name? Oh, I'm sorry, I-I d-didn't mean to question your orders! Bad! Bad elf!" They shouted as they slammed their head into the floor.
Jake rushed to stop them and ordered, "It's fine! Stop punishing yourself. Do not do that again! Do you understand! You are not allowed to punish yourself in front of me. I will not have it."
The elf sniffled, "Y-yes."
"Good, now please tell me your name."
"Winney."
"Good. Thank you, Winney."
"Y-yes. Breakfast will be in two hours, s-sir."
"Thank you for telling me and before you go, is my father awake?"
"Y-yes. He is doing...exe-r-cise in his bedroom."
Jake let a slight smile settle on his face, "Thank you. You are dismissed."
The house elf bowed before popping away.
Jake then put on a clean, button-up shirt with a black suit jacket and vest with a pair of black slacks with loafers.
He exited from his bedroom and walked along the hall to settle into the living room before he stopped as he heard the near-silent shuffling of scales going against tile before he felt Nagini quickly wrap around him, hissing as she gave him a slight squeeze.
"What are you doing out so early...? Trying to escape already?" She lazily hissed
Jake looked back at her and replied, "No, I wanted to find the living room."
Nagini tightened her body around him in shock, making him barely wince, "You're a speaker? How? You smell of my master's blood...and also of someone else."
"Both of my parents speak your tongue. I picked up your way of speaking through their conversations with each other."
"The Potter girl? The one who dared to oppose my master all those years ago?"
Jake gave a simple nod, not showing any fear as he kept eye contact with the massive snake, "Follow me..."
She removed her body from his and led him to the living room, where she curled up beside him on a soft couch.
He called out, "Winny!"
The meek elf from before popped in front of him, "Y-yes, Heir?"
"Do you have any books on potions?"
"Yes."
"Give me one of them."
"Anyone of them?"
"Yes, if you could."
"Yes, Heir," She bowed before popping away
"Why are you being so pleasant to a lesser creature?"
Jake glanced at the large snake, "Because...what would be the point of being nasty? Showing dominance over a being that knows they are below my station and are already subservient to me is a waste of time. Show dominance in the face of adversity, never to those who are meek. It will only fuel fear and fear quickly turns to hate."
"How do you know that method works?"
"Because it does. It works well for both my father and mother. You can say that they lead their own groups that way. Balance...is key. Too much malice brews discontent. Too much love brews weakness. A mixture of both creates strong and loyal soldiers."
Nagini found herself amused at the youngling beside her, 'Such an interesting concept for someone so young who is supposed to be ignorant. I wonder what his mother is like if he is able to be like this.'
Quickly after, Winny came and handed Jake a thick book on potions called, Potions and Plants: Volume 1, by Carina Tymer.
After dismissing the elf, he leaned back and started to read as Nagini raised herself up to rest on the edge of the couch to watch him, before he started to caress her scales, making her give a slight hiss of pleasure as she nuzzled close to him.
Then she felt her master awaken and made to meet him without a word towards Jake who only glanced at her leave before continuing to read his book.
[With Nagini]
She quickly made her way towards her master who was facing towards the fireplace and he gestured her to come towards him with his fingers and made her way beside him as he caressed her head and body with his pale fingers.
"My beloved companion. Where did you go?"
"I found interest in the youngling of your son."
"Really? He is awake at this hour?"
"Yes. Another thing is that he is able to speak to me in my language."
"He can speak to you?!"
She nodded her head, "Yes. He told me that both of his parents are able to speak to snakes like me."
He furrowed the section between his eyes, "Both? You don't mean..."
"I do, Master. It appears the Potter girl can speak to snakes as well."
Voldemort tapped his finger against his armrest as he pondered on the two boys in his midst and how to firmly place them on his side and then dealing with the eldest Potter child by either bringing her into his corner or burying her.
He then decided to observe how the two interacted with each other as the days passed on.
[With Drake]
He was shirtless in his pajama bottoms doing pull-ups in his doorway as Bellatrix came in and watched him. The pair took the time to observe the other in silence before she asked, "What are you doing?"
He let go of the door and stretched out his limbs, "Exercise."
A grimace of disgust settled on her face, "A muggle practice, I suppose?"
He gave her a daring smirk, "Do you think I can look like this with just magic?"
She tilted her head at him, before looking away, conceding. He had her there and they both knew it.
"Fair enough, but I'm happy you agreed to join us," She smiled as she made her way towards him.
His smile melted off his face, "Hmph. Only because you threatened the safety of my son and my wife."
"Regardless of that, it still worked. Now onto the matter of the mark on your chest, brushing a black-manicured nail on the skull resting just above his heart.
His frown turned into a sneer, "The accursed thing that is keeping me here."
"Hopefully, that won't be the only thing that will keep you here. But, the mark is simple. It will prevent you from disappearing on us and the same is on your son, but on a lower scale. You can still use your magic to the fullest but you cannot attack us first. It has a tracking spell on it so we can always find you.
"That's it?"
She leaned in close, "For now..."
"Quick question, why are you telling me this and how do I know you aren't lying to me. For all, I know you could have rigged this to instantly kill me."
Her smile melted off her face, "It does have a kill switch, but it's not to be used. The reason why I told you was due to the reason that I was ordered too. Even if I wasn't ordered too, I would still tell you. You are my son after all."
She gave a light tug on one of the strands of his hair as she gave him a loose version of a hug as her silver eyes bored deep into his red-hazel ones, just like her master in his youth.
Bellatrix pulled herself off of him and made to leave the room as she stopped just short of the doorway, she called over her shoulder, "Breakfast should be ready any minute now. And I can't wait to see what type of magic you can do."
Drake just looked at the strange woman in shock as she silently closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in contemplation.
[July 17th, 1995]
Drake stood tall and imposing as Jake walked beside him, keeping their eyes straight, ignoring the low mummers that came whenever the pair walked passed a group of people.
Soon, the two made their way into another living room on the third floor of the manor, Jake sat across his father on a long couch as Drake laid back on a rather fancy leather chair.
After a moment of silence, Drake stated, "So, what do you wish to learn today?"
Jake took a moment to think before saying, "Teach me about runes."
"What level?"
"Level 3-5."
"Hmph, are you sure?" He softly said as he let a grin settle on his face
"Come on, dad. Please?" He huffed
Drake could only chuckle, "Fine, fine. But you know what you have to do after, right?"
"Of course. I'm not stupid."
"Good. Now, pay attention. The subject of runes is viciously different from what you have heard. As through the previous chapters, I would have to assume that you already know the language of runes, or what you are about to read could be considered gibberish. Now, I am going to list all the various types of runes available. Healing, elemental, ability enhancement, manipulation, life, and death. Now, Jake, tell me, what do you think each of those runes would entail?"
"With healing, I am pretty sure it is fairly obvious that it does with healing both yourself and others and they would be written smoothly with soft corners. With elemental runes, they are each different such as lightning, it would be written harshly, as fire would have sharp corners and smooth lines. Earth would be rough and jagged, while water would be written with waves. Combinations of each of these or subelements are a mix of those pairs of runes. Ability enhancement, depending on offensive and defensive. Offensive is a lot more jagged and circular, while defensive is more hexagonal and smooth. The manipulation of the body runes is written either on the chest, stomach, and spine where the main control of the body would lie as the rune would mainly be drawn in a five-point star while manipulation of the mind would be written in a swirl. Life runes are drawn over the heart, depending on the level of the rune desired it could be from three-point to seven point polygon design. Death runes are much more complex as they written in a mixture of waves and swirls, although they could be written and disguised as a different type of rune if the drawer has enough experience."
Drake could only grin, "You've been sneaking into your mother's books again, haven't you?"
The smaller boy smiled back as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Cheeky. Let's move on to potions..."
Voldemort silently made his way back to his throne room, his mind swirling in thought, 'There is a lot more then it seems about my son...and grandson.'
[Flashback: July 20, 1995]
As the table was set and the Malfoys, the Lestranges, Voldemort, along with both Drake and Jake took a seat and started to eat, but when most of the food was finished, Voldemort stated, "Narcissa."
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I want you to take my son to Knockturn Alley today."
She bowed her head, "Of course, my Lord."
Drake glanced at Jake who shook his head, "I'll be fine. I'll make sure to stay out of sight until you come back."
He gave a smile back, "Good."
Soon enough, Narcissa and Drake left with Jake waving him off before he quickly made his way back into his bedroom and locked the door behind him.
[Knockturn Alley]
Numerous shops littered the alley in weary, off-putting colors as people came as they went, low muttering filled the air as people of various sizes milled about.
"This is Knockturn Alley. Please stay close to me," She softly stated
He gave a slight nod as he stood beside her as they continued to walk towards the edge of Alley as Narcissa continued to show him every shop, before he halted, making her turn to look at him and said, "Why did you-"
*BANG!*
The distinct, slightly unnerving sound tore through the air, heading straight for him before he quickly took Narcissa into his arms and jumped out of the way just as the bullet slammed into the window of the store besides him. The bullet then jumped out and chased after him, hitting three more passersby as the rest of the crowd fled into the shadows.
Finally, the bullet lost its' momentum and rolled to stop a couple inches in front of his own foot as Drake placed Narcissa back on the ground and he called, "Come out, you miserable whore. Or are you just going to hide in the shadows and take potshots at me like you always do?"
Then he heard the sound of someone landing softly on the ground behind him and he observed her features. Her pale white skin with her simple freckles. Her dark blue hair pulled up into two ponytails and navy blue eyes. She was wearing a pink spaghetti-strapped shirt underneath of a light purple army jacket with a dark cross over her heart with a pair of purple jeans and polished shoes. She was carrying a modified Jezail Musket as she just finished reloading it with a single bullet.
"So, bastard. You are hanging around with another woman, already? Like we told Lilith all those years ago, men only hurt you and have no value whatsoever," She spat as she shook her head
He rolled his eyes, "Of course, you would say such shit, Rippy."
Her face flushed an angry red, "Don't call me that, fucker! Because right now, I get to kill you. I finally get my chance."
"Oooh~, how do you plan on doing that? Even if you did manage do you think that Lilith would forgive or even less likely love you in the non-existent case that you do manage to do me in?" He quipped
"She will manage just fine without you."
He grinned, "Selfish little cunt, aren't you?"
She raised her musket to level with his chest and growled, "You will learn your place and rot in the dirt where you belong."
He pulled off his gloves with his teeth, "Let's see if you can? I can't wait to see your face twist in agony when you fail."
Her eyes sharpened with hate, "I'll shoot you to pieces!"
Narcissa readied her wand before Drake stopped her.
"Why?"
"Don't interfere. This fight is between her and me."
"But-"
He glanced back at her and she couldn't help the intake of air she took as she could have sworn for a split second that she saw Voldemort himself standing before her.
"Do. Not. Interfere. Do you understand?"
She gave a slight nod, "Yes."
He smiled, "Good girl."
"Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, my bullet punishes all. Without distinction!"
He slowly made his way forward with a large grin and she fired *Bang!*
The bullet ripped through his left side, making Narcissa gasp as Ripley sneered as she watched the bullet tear through him from the back, as she growled, "Again."
The bullet then circled around and ripped through his left leg before curling around and piercing his left shoulder, "Again. Again."
Drake was being pushed back as the bullet tore through his right shoulder, "Again!"
Then the bullet ripped pierced his left arm, "Again!"
Finally, the bullet made to pierce his head as she screamed, "Die for our happiness!"
Drake got the opportunity and the sharp clang of metal hitting metal rang out as he slowly lifted his head, showing a bloody grin, her magical bullet caught on the left side of his mouth, his teeth was transfigured to black sharpened metal fangs.
She gave a horrified gasp as his eyes bored into her terrified blue ones, "Look at what I just caught?"
He spat the bullet it out and crushed it under his foot as he found himself amused, "I have to give you props, I haven't been torn up like this in a while."
"How...how are you still standing?"
Smoke started to come from his wounds as he started to heal himself, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck with a sigh. Soon enough, he was completely healed, "Answer me, dammit!"
"Now, now, I don't answer to you. But I found your statement very amusing. 'Die for our happiness'? Really? Please~, I don't think I've ever heard of a more pathetic statement, but do you think you and your miserable group of clitoris-suckers will do me in? I think when I get the chance, I'll gut all of you, but I'll make an example out of you."
She gulped, "E-example?"
"Yes~, example. You can call it a message if you want, I need to reinforce that I am still King and I don't tolerate discontent, especially from miserable little twats like yourself."
Ripley felt her emotions get the best of her and made to slug him only to get slugged back as she felt her back hit the moldy wall of the store. He summoned her musket and choked her as she screamed.
"W-what are you-"
"Now dear, I'm doing what needs to be done. Scream as much as you want," He cooed as he slowly impaled her on her musket through solar plexus, making blood come from her mouth as her body wracked with pain.
"M-Mercy...Please!"
A dark grin settled on his face, "Sorry, doll. All out of mercy. But you can do one thing for me."
She gave him a questioning look before she shook her head in refusal, paling to sickening white before he grabbed her chin, forcing her to face the other way, leaving her neck exposed, "You are going to tell me everything you know. Well...your blood will."
He bit into her neck, blood following messily on their clothes and the ground as he sorted around in her head, 'Hmm, a war against our ruling, huh? They've been planning it for quite a while now, but slaughtering maggots like them will be a pre-wedding gift.'
Ripley felt as if someone was scraping her skull and brain with a pair of forks and when it was finally over, she felt drained of everything as he removed himself from her as he spat out the remains of her blood on the ground.
"Oh Rippy, so pathetic and optimistic..."
She could only muster a glare making him grin back as he grabbed her face and forcing his magic into her body as she screamed, going higher and higher in pitch before she finally exploded into a gory mess, her face the epitome of misery.
Narcissa could only look at his amused form in shock and could only stutter, "W-why did you d-do that?"
He looked back at her and said, "Oh, right. I forgot you were here. It's for my message."
He then snapped his fingers and her body disappeared as he flicked the blood off of his hands and placed his gloves back on, "Now, let's continue on with that tour of yours, yes?"
She gave a nod, "Yes, of course. But first..." She cleaned and mended his ruined suit, making it look brand new again as they continued on their tour.
The massive blood stain was still apparent as the people who witnessed it, crowded around it as the destroyed remains of her musket dissolved into dust.
Within the hour, the pair returned as Drake placed his hands behind his head and said, "Thank you for the tour," before leaving to find his son.
Narcissa immediately made his way to Voldemort's throne room and knocked.
"Come in, Narcissa."
She did and bowed before him, "My Lord, I have returned with your son."
"I can see that. How was your tour with him?"
"It went as it should have, but then...someone came from the shadows and attacked your son."
"WHAT?" He hissed, making her give a slight tremble
"WHO?! Narcissa! Who dares attack my heir!"
"A person of your son's past, my Lord."
Voldemort felt the anger leave his body as he couldn't deny his curiosity and leaned back in his throne, "Continue."
"He recognized the woman, she had pale skin with dark blue hair and matching eyes, carrying what was a muggle weapon. They exchanged words, but he forbid me from interfering as she...attacked him with her weapon, a bullet from what I recall came from her weapon and attacked him from multiple angles. I thought he was going to die, but he didn't. He stopped it just before it could tear through his head with his teeth. After that, he punched her, impaled her on the side of the wall and bit into her neck, apparently taking her memories before causing her to explode into a bloody mess. When I asked him why did that, he simply explained that as King, I needed to show that I don't tolerate discontent."
He tapped his finger on his armrest, "You are dismissed, Narcissa. Tell the others to not disturb me for the rest of the day."
"Yes, my Lord."
She then bowed before leaving as Voldemort looked up at the ceiling and let out a haunting laugh, "And to think I hoped to teach him to be cruel when he already has it in spades."
[With Drake]
He knocked twice on the heavy door and he heard the simple sound of a locking spell undo and he opened it, seeing his son reading upside down on his bed.
Jake smiled at him, "Hey Dad. How was it?"
"Boring."
"Really?"
"Yep. Boring, now what did you do today?"
[July 23rd, 1995]
After a quiet breakfast, Jake went off to explore the massive library with Nagini who decided to keep him company and have more interesting conversations with.
Drake stretched out his back, making a satisfying crack ring out as he was just about to leave and walk to a place where he could take a nap until Voldemort's voice rang out, "Follow me."
Drake looked at him, "Yes...father."
He smiled as he led him to his throne room, closing the door behind him before conjuring up a chair for him to sit on. As they took their seats, they stared at each other, the silencing slowly mounting before Voldemort stated, "Why are you being difficult?"
Drake crossed his right leg over his left and leaned forward, holding his chin in the palm of his hand, "I have no idea what you mean, dear father."
"You know exactly what I mean, Timothy."
"It's Drake."
"Regardless of the muggle name you gave yourself, you are Timothy Riddle and that will not change."
He gave a huff and rolled his eyes, "Whatever floats your boat, old man."
Voldemort quickly shot a blasting curse at him, but younger man barely moved as it struck his chair, destroying the back of it, but he was completely unmoved. He silently raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'That's all you got?'
The pale older man gave a bit of a laugh, "You really are my son. But I have to admit that I am conflicted about that accursed stubbornness of yours."
"Well, dear father. I wouldn't be your supposed son if I caved into your demands like a controlled puppet, would I?"
"That rings true, but enlighten me."
"If I feel like it," He quipped.
"Mind your cheek."
Drake just smiled in return as Voldemort continued, "What do you know about the eldest Potter child?"
He shrugged in return, "You are the all-powerful Dark Lord. Figure it out."
Voldemort couldn't help himself as he tried to figure out his son, "Just what makes you so smitten with her? She can't be that interesting."
"She is my cute, violent, walking paradox," He sighed
"Hmph. Regardless, it is surprising you haven't tried to escape since your first attempt."
"How can I with your accursed seal on my chest? But, good things come to those who wait."
He raised a hairless eyebrow, "And you expect her to come galloping in here to save you and the boy?"
Drake just a slightly unnerving smirk, "Think what you like, dear father, but she will come. And when she does is when the real fun begins."
"Let's see if you can try, son."
[July 26th, 1995]
The day started off normally, almost at a boring rate before the pair of boys stiffened in the middle of lunch, the fork in Jake's hand slipped from his grip as he clutched his right eye as a grin settled on his lips.
Drake wasn't so far off as he let out a slight sigh of relief, 'Snapdragon...'
Bellatrix asked, "What are you two smiling about?"
"Hmm, just an inkling of a very good thing happening," Jake grinned, his left eye showed nothing more than a mixture of relief and amusement.
Bellatrix looked a bit put out, but let it go as she as the rest of them continued to eat, keeping their eye on the pair.
Jake glanced at his father but they already knew what the other was saying.
'She's okay, Dad. She's out there waiting for us.'
'I know, son. Nothing would keep your mom down for long.'
After eating, people went their separate ways as Jake made to sit in the living room and pulling out another book and was about to start reading before he heard someone clear their throat behind him, making him glance back to see an icy blond.
"Um, hello?"
"So you are his adopted son," He quipped
Jake squinted his eyes and closed his book with a firm snap.
Drake made his way to the upper porch to get some air, the wind brushed against him as he looked out at the backyard of the manor.
He heard light footsteps behind him and he stated, "Whoever is trying to sneak up on me, I suggest you get some lessons. And you plan on torturing me, I'll make sure your last minutes on Earth are pure hell."
Lucius then made his way forward and stood beside him, "So, heir. How do you feel?"
"In general or just being here?"
"Either one."
"In general, I'm just peachy, being here is a dull annoyance."
"Well, I have a proposition for you."
"And that would entail?"
"Tell me about the eldest Potter daughter," He said
"Ah, the million dollar question...No."
"No?"
"No. Why should I tell you about her?"
"I can make it worth your while."
"I know bullshit when I hear it. Don't bother."
"What? You aren't even interested?"
"Of course not. The eldest Potter daughter, my entended, is not a project or someone who can be taken lightly and neither will I."
"Do you understand what you are throwing away?"
Drake quickly wrapped his hand around Lucius' neck and lifted him over the railing as he looked at the cold now more red than hazel eyes of the son of his Lord.
"Let it be known that I don't take threats well, even if you are hinting it. My love is mine, you, however, want to butter up to dear daddy~, but it is not going to work. If you go to my son with this, I will find out and no one will find your body. Do you understand?"
Lucius could barely breathe but managed to squeak out a, "Yes!"
Drake threw him back to safety and glared at him until Lucius picked up what remained of his pride and left.
He gave a sigh, 'Me and my damn trigger temper.'
As he went inside, the younger version of Lucius ran past him, pale as a sheet, making him raise an eyebrow in question.
He made his way to the living room and saw the exact reason why the young Malfoy ran like he just saw Death preparing a boiling pot for him.
"Transfiguration?" He quipped
Jake looked up, his face was a lot more ghoulish-like with a twisted grin, both of his eyes were now a scarlet red with his sclera black and his hair was now a knot of snakes, snapping and hissing.
He nodded and Drake raised an eyebrow, "Did he annoy you?"
Jake nodded again, making Drake grin, "Good. Keep up the good work."
[July 29th, 1995]
The manor was quiet as the pair made their way to the roof of the manor as they watched the sunrise in peace. Soon enough, Drake was dragged away for more Death Eater business, leaving Jake alone as he made to walk amongst the garden.
Bellatrix saw him and made to follow after him as Jake continued to walk, looking left and right almost as if he was searching for something.
'What is he looking for?' She inwardly quipped
He finally stopped in front of a pale white rose and plucked it, rolling the stem between his fingertips as he took in three deep breaths as he continued to roll the stem between his fingers, a light coating of magic started to cover the flower as he began to chant, "Lady Magic...grant her the power of water to wash away what she cannot change. Enhance her fire to give her the energy and courage to change the things that she can. Give her the power of air so she can know the difference of truths and lies. Lastly, grant her the power of Earth so she has the strength to continue on her path. So mote it be."
The pale petals started to fill with colors, red, blue, purple, green and yellow as he watched the flower bloom beautifully as he allowed the wind to take the flower and watched it disassemble until he could no longer see it.
'Please reach her and let her know that, I'm alright.'
[July 30th, 1995/Present]
IT'S NOT THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, BUT THE GIRL-WHO-LIVED!
You read the title correctly, it is not the Boy-who-lived but the Girl-who-lived!
I managed to get an interview with Albus Dumbledore who explained that the Potters had another child, an older daughter two years older than her brother. The eldest daughter's name is Elizabeth Alica Potter and is going to be among us this year. However, due to the shock of being reunited with her family, she fell into a bit of a shock and wished to be out of the public eye until she got settled in. Her family along with family friends are getting to know her. However, when I questioned him on Charlie Potter and asked why he stated that he is the Child-who-lived against the Dark Lord.
He told me that he sadly had to use the youngest Potter as a decoy to led off all those who would have harmed the eldest Potter who was damaged from the attack and hidden from the public eye. They still loved him, nonetheless, but I fear that the fame may have gone to his head making him an attention seeker, but hopefully, with the presence of his elder sibling, he will become a better person. Albus also told me that he cannot wait to have the eldest Potter at Hogwarts and plans on training her to become one of Britain's best aurors, the dream her father once had.
Sadly, that was all I could get but, do not worry, I am going to do a lot more digging to find out the truth.
Sincerely yours, Rita Skeeter.
Drake coldly looked at the rag of the newspaper before sending it into the fireplace and watched it burn along with his son.
Jake growled at the rapidly burning newspaper rag, "Pathetic..."
"I know, but knowing your mother, she will make her response very clear."
"Well, I hope she makes it good."
"It's your mother. Of course, she'll make it good."
[Hog's Head]
Nolan and Lilith finally arrived in front of the building as she whispered, "Hog's Head Inn, huh?"
"Isn't it a bit tasteless to have a wild boar's head leaking blood on the ground above the front door?"
"You can't deny it has charm."
"True."
She then opened the door and the scent of goats hit the pair of them as Nolan swallowed the will to hiss in displeasure, "Do you wish to go back? I won't blame you."
"It's fine my lady. After you."
"Such a gentleman," She cooed as she went inside with Nolan trailing after her, as the pair observed the dingy building. Shady characters pointed and stared at her as the mood became slightly tense with questioning looks and mummers.
She took a seat on a barstool as she watched an elderly man absentmindedly polish a glass with a dirty rag, making it dirtier if that was even possible.
He was wearing a dark, stitched up dress robe as he looked like the messier twin of Albus, just with a shorter, scraggier beard. His eyes weren't a disgusting, sickening twinkling blue. They were an empty, glazed over blue, almost as if was lightly frozen over.
"Well, this was unexpected."
"Ah, another customer. What can I get you?" He asked softly, his gaze boring into her.
"I just came to see if the brother of the twinkle-eyed monster and I can have a bit of conversation."
He stiffened completely as his eyes sharpened as he harshly slammed the glass down on the counter as he took in a puff of air and screamed, "All you get the fuck out now! Now, now, now! Move it!"
His scream sent the small number of patrons stumbling out the door as he gave a glance towards the younger woman.
"Elizabeth Alica Potter, or should I say Lilith Halestorm?"
"I would prefer Lilith."
"Come with me, we can't talk here," He quipped as he led her towards the back, into a secret room where it was a large comfortable office. There was a fireplace behind his desk, a large rug over the cold floor, thick stone walls empty of everything except over the fireplace was a large portrait of what was his family.
She gave a long whistle of appreciation.
"I'm glad you like it, but I bet you are wondering why I look like a hoodlum, correct?"
"A bit."
"Albus... I can assume that Poppy led you in my direction?"
"Yes, when I took a slight stop at the school."
"I can take another guess that you felt the startling amount of depression and negativity the school has, right?"
"It was shocking. I know school is a shithole for some people, but that place makes a fair amount of army camps seem like happy summer camps."
He huffed, "Yes. Another thing that is Albus fault. But before you can stop him you need to understand how he came to be this way."
"Don't tell me you expect me to give him mercy?"
"No. He's far past any concept of mercy. By the time, I'm finished, I can bet that you want to kill him in the worst way possible and you want to do it immediately, but I suggest you wait. You need to take down all of his supporters first and turn the public against him. If you kill him now, it will only make him be seen as a martyr and he won't get the punishment he deserves."
She took a seat on the comfortable chair in front of his desk as Nolan stood beside her as he changed into a set of normal house clothes before he took a seat behind his desk.
"Now, let me start at the beginning, Albus is the oldest of three, myself being the middle child and my sister Ariana being the youngest with our parents Percival and Kendra Dumbledore. We lived at Mould-on-the-Wold. We lived a fairly simple life, Albus was the smart and studious elder brother, I was the troublemaking rough-houser and my sister was the beloved baby of the family. We didn't really care about the non-magicals in the area as long as they stayed out of our way, we stayed out of their way. However, on one day my sister was attacked by a trio of muggle boys when she was six who saw her perform magic and it left her half-insane and unable to control her magic which devastated our parents and left a wound on our family that would lead only to the two of us still being alive."
He tugged at his collar as he continued, "My father Percival cursed the boys in retaliation, turning into toads and crushed all three of them under his heel. He was hauled off to Azkaban where he died for the crime due to the Statute of Secrecy and it led my mother to keep Ariana inside under the guise of being ill and it led to the rumor of her being a squib but it was better then never having the chance to see her again if they locked her up at St. Mungos. She loved me the most, I could get her to eat when she wouldn't for my mother, I could calm her down in her rages and when she was quiet, she would help me tend to the goats. She was a sweet girl. I spend a lot of time taking care of her doing anything and everything I could to make her smile and be happy while our mother worked to support us. I neglected my schoolwork because of it considering I didn't think much of it at the time but Albus did. He was irate that his younger brother was a 'lazy bum' as he called it. Meanwhile, ignoring the fact that he was neglecting his only sister. He took his anger out on me whenever Mother went out and knew I wouldn't say anything as it would just add more of a strain on his mother. Then one day after I spent it getting away from the house and Albus, I heard a magical explosion and raced back to find my sister, collapsed and feverish and my mother dead on the ground. She had another magical outburst and I wasn't there to help her through it. Albus blamed me of course and took it out on me, but healed me just enough to take care of Ariana. He then met Gellert who was off...And yes, before you ask, he is and was the famous Gellert Grindelwald."
"Albus' attitude just went from bad to worse as he wanted more and more of Gellert's time, even though they had their dreams of finding the Deathly Hallows and leading a revolution against muggles to make them subservient to wizards although I fear he still has that dream but wants both magical and non-magical kind subservient to him. Gellert found a bit of happiness messing around both myself and Ariana and it was causing him to wander away from their shared dream, well then it was more likely Albus' dream at that point. He shot a spell at Gellert who quickly retaliated and I joined into the mix to make them stop when I should have let them kill each other."
"All three of us were deadlocked into the duel and...Ariana tried to help me, but then a combined spell from both Albus and Gellert hit the both of us. I got my ribs crushed from the magical input, while Ariana just collapsed to the ground like a puppet without strings. Her eyes were empty with a single tear that ran down her face. I could only look at the pair of them in shock as Gellert looked horrified while Albus stood there emotionless. I could only scream at them, 'What have you done?! What have you both done?!' Albus immediately grabbed Gellert as the two fled the scene, Albus only looked back once to see me clutching her dead body as I glared at him with all the loathing I could muster. During the funeral, I cracked his nose and screamed at him in front of everyone and I thought that would be it, but it wasn't. He was livid that I, the dumb one, the pathetic one, his shadow would strike him and made it known by nearly beating me to death and I saw he completely lost it. He was no longer the arrogant yet somewhat sweet older brother he always was, he just completely snapped. He made my life hell, viciously isolating me from everything and everyone. He uses me as a confidant to tell all of his sins too from the hundreds of rapes he and his followers have committed in his youth to the murders of multiple families, taking over Hogwarts, planting his spies everywhere, manipulating and destroying so many people simply because they were either in his way or just because they had something he wanted. He knew I would be able to tell anyone considering how no one would believe me."
He finished with a huff as he leaned back in his chair, "There, now you know."
She brushed her hand against Nolan's as she sighed, "My, my and to think he's worse than what I thought."
"He is...I could tell you more, but-"
She raised a hand, "I understand the gist of it, he truly is a monster. However, monsters fall, they always have and will."
"So?"
"I will bring him down, that I will promise you."
He teared up as a real smile settled on his face, "Thank you, Thank you...You have no idea how happy you made me for the first time in decades."
She gave him a reassuring smile and left with Nolan in tow.
Abeforth could only cackle in glee, feasting on the feeling of hope that was he was practically high on as he savored it for as long as he could before he pulled out a picture.
It was a very old picture of him and his baby sister as he let tears fall down his face, "Soon you will be avenged after all these years."
[Remus' Cabin]
Remus groaned as he rested at home, his fingers tracing the marks he got from Lilith's attack on him and hoped his letter knocked a bit of sense into her. But before he could fall asleep, a harsh pounding knock rang out and he smelled something rotting.
He slowly got up and made his way to the door only to scream and jump back in horror at seeing a pus and maggot-filled head with the words, Last Warning carved into it across the forehead.
'How twisted are you, Elizabeth?' He gasped, looking away from the disgusting sight.
[July 31st, 1995]
Lilith snapped awake with a gasp before she felt a heavy book hit the top of her head, making her groan, "Son of a cock-sucking..."
She saw it was the heavy book Lauren gave her, making her sigh before she put it on the bedside table as she made a note to put it on the far corners of her inner library when she got the chance as she stretched and opened the window.
The wind brushed flew past her, bringing the scent of pine and gunpowder, "Drake..."
Then she heard his voice, her son's voice whispering the enlightenment prayer of protection she said to him and many other children throughout her time in the orphanage as she let tears fall down her cheeks as a smile settled on her lips. When the prayer was finally over, it left her with a state of slight longing, but she knew that they were both out there.
"My baby...He's alive."
Nolan stepped forward making her turn around to see a beautiful flower, "My lady..."
She brushed her fingertip against it and felt new tears run down her cheeks, it was Jake's magic, a mixture of both her own and Drake's in a beautiful mesh that could only be her son's.
"If I may?"
"Please do," She sighed as he fixed the flower into her hair.
He kissed the crown of her forehead, "Happy Birthday."
"Thank you, Nolan."
"I'll prepare your bath."
"Of course. Please do so."
As he left she looked out into the sky and whispered, "Thank you, my beloved son. Please be safe, Drake...my love, please be safe."
She pressed her index and middle finger together against her lips and pulled out a small heart, "Utcumque Amor autem quo nunc es."
'Go to them, please. Just...give me a sign to let me know that they are alive and I can work from there.'
Then the door opened and Nolan said, "Your bath?"
She gave a soft smile, "Of course."
[Voldemort's Manor]
As Drake and Jake were eating breakfast, the owl came with the newspaper and when he read it, he couldn't help the grin that settled on his face, before he excused himself. When he walked into his bedroom, he saw a floating purple heart, waiting for him hovering just above his pillows.
He allowed a soft smile to settle on his face as he took the heart and gave it a quick peck before it popped leaving only the scent of calming lavender and peppermint.
Jake just finished his breakfast with a grin as he folded the newspaper as he left everyone to converse. When he made his way to the upper levels of the mansion, he found a heart, waiting for him. A smile completely took over his face as he took the heart and pressed it against his chest as he whispered, "I love you too, mom."
[Grimmauld's Place]
Lilith Halestorm the story
Hello Wizarding World,
My name is Elizabeth Alica Potter, although I prefer my chosen name Lilith Halestorm and I prefer to be addressed as such because if you don't, I have full right to punch you in the throat. Now let me explain that in the previous newspaper detailing the meeting between Dumb-as-a-door or for you idiots that don't get it, it is Dumbledore and Ms. Skeeter is a load of shit. I wasn't hidden away for "my protection", I was abandoned on the word of Albus alone to the Dursleys who are vicious magical haters. Even for those of you who read this who love muggles, if you ever saw them you would hate them and have a low opinion of muggles for the rest of your days as they would taint your view of them. I was routinely beaten and starved at that hell they call a house and it was only through the end of a near-death experience that I was saved and given the help I needed. Albus isn't lily-white as you think. He knew damn well how horrible the Dursleys were, if there was a magical hater list, they would be in 1st place, but it's a good thing they are dead and buried, may they rot in hell. He knew how vile the Dursleys were on the account of Lily Potter, James Potter, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. If his so-called confidants all told them they were terrible and yet he places me with them, then he is not so "light" is it? Moving away from that, he falsely proclaimed my brother as the Boy-who-lived, not to shield me or 'protect me' as he claims. He did it because he actually thought that Charlie was the true person who defeated the supposed Dark Lord on that night. He was literally fattening him up for slaughter until he realized his mistake. As if that wasn't enough, he kidnaps me from my home, my new family, my son, and my husband-to-be on the day that I was supposed to be proposed too. Then one of his lackeys tried to assault me in my sleep before I dispatched him. Then apparently, Albus tried to force me to be married to this miserable little bastard Ronald Weasley, the youngest male child of the Weasley family and let me tell you, that will never happen as long as the sun will rise and set.
Let it be known that I am NOT weak.
Let it be known that I don't give my permission for my name to be used to promote anything.
Let it be known that I don't accept any marriage proposals and never will due to being someone's intended and if you push me or try to force me, I will react, most violently.
And if you think you are dealing with Charlie Potter, let it be known that you will suffer the consequences.
P.S. James, Lily, let it be known that I will always hate you for what you have done.
Everyone was shocked as they read the newspaper before Lilith came down in a pair of white-button-up with a pair of skinny jeans and hightop heels.
Dumbledore stood up and said, "Miss...Halestorm. What is this?"
"Now, now, I thought you wouldn't lose your mind until a few months. If you really must know, it is a newspaper."
"You know what he means dammit! How could you say that about my son!" Molly squealed
Lilith smacked her across the face, sending her across the room as she clenched her fist, "Shut up. Your scream is disgusting. Seriously, it sounds like a pig in heat. But considering how you are, it wouldn't surprise me, now piss off."
Before anyone else could speak, Dumbledore raised his hand, silencing them, which Lilith took note of as he said, "Let us calm down. Lilith, Charlie, considering that it is both of your birthdays, both of you have a pile of presents and we are going to have a celebratory dinner."
"She-who-has-no-cunt isn't making it is she?"
Albus refused to speak as he had to hold back his rage as Lilith yawned, "I'll pass and before you start-" She flicked out her wand and shot a spell on both piles, those who dangerous or filled with potions or altered them in any way were destroyed, which was 75% of the presents and took the remaining ones who didn't affect them in any way were now floating.
She turned towards the stupified group and said, "To those who didn't alter the gifts in any way, you have my thanks and for the rest of you, fuck off."
Lilith then made her way upstairs and with Charlie following after her as they settled into her bedroom and locked the door. Sirius' present to Charlie was a new Quidditch set and broom polishing set along with a large poster of Julie Lynn Cialini, the Playboy playmate of 1995.
"Well, well? Playmate of the year, huh?" She grinned
He flushed as he could only think, 'Dammit, Sirius. Really?'
"You aren't going to skin me are you?"
"Over a playboy playmate poster? No. Now, I wonder what the dog got me?"
She unwrapped her gift and saw a lavender-tinted journal, a silver necklace with a lion luck charm made of onyx and had emeralds for eyes and a box filled multiple lipsticks of various colors.
"I have to give the old dog props, but I wonder why he would go to such lengths for a girl he hasn't met for over a decade and a half?"
Charlie just gave a sad smile, "He really loves you, Lilith."
"Hmm...moving on."
Charlie pulled out two boxes, one wrapped in blue and the other wrapped in green. Lilith opened hers first and saw it was a box filled with many different candies, chocolates, lollipops, and everything in-between.
"A bit much don't you think? Kind of reminds me of a sacrificial offering." She quipped
He gave a shrug, "You did give them a bit of a scare."
"Ah...well, I'll have something to enjoy later. Tell them, thank you for me."
"Okay," He then opened his own present and smiled at the two pairs of books and a pair of extendable ears.
"What's that?" She asked, pointing to the weird device with an ear on it.
"Oh, this is an extendable ear, one of the twin's many inventions."
"My, my, good for them. Seems pretty handy and sneaky for someone of a supposed light-household."
"Well, they always were the ones who were the odd ones out."
"Good. Being regular is boring as fuck, anyway. Next."
Charlie picked up a pair of presents wrapped up neatly in baby blue polka dotted paper and placed Lilith's present in front of her and tore open his present and just smiled at the small present, of four rubber ducks, each dressed differently in cute little outfits and pressed a small remote and watched them waddle and march as they quacked happy birthday.
Charlie just couldn't help himself but laugh as he watched them quack and march around the bed.
"Really cute. I think the sons learn from their father."
"They probably do, he hides a lot of his inventions from Molly, he's a lot smarter than what people think."
"Makes me wonder how he married a she-beast like Miss Piggy over there."
"I kind of wonder that myself, but open your present."
She shrugged and tore it open and saw it was a small lavender rubber ducky that gave a cute quack when it was squeezed before she pulled out a note from the box and it read,
Dear Ms. Halestorm,
I am sorry for what some of my family did to you or tried to do to you. As Head of the Weasley family, you have my most sincere apologies and I wish you a Happy Birthday.
- Arthur Weasley
"Short, sweet and to the point. Not bad," She smiled as she placed the small ducky to the side.
[A/N: I'm so sorry for what you are about to read]
Lilith floated two lazily wrapped presents and Charlie raised an eyebrow, "Ron's?"
"Should I just both of us the agony of opening his 'presents' and just burn it?"
"Well, you can't deny that you are curious at how it could have survived your purge, though."
"True."
Charlie opened his first and saw it was a bunch of used Quidditch magazines, making him shake his head, 'Pathetic attempt, Ron.'
She unraveled her present slowly and steels herself and saw something that she could only go into the Despair pit.
It was Ron...in various sexual poses wearing little to nothing posing for her, the obviousness of his lack of a stump was viciously apparent, was the only thing she found amusing, before it was wiped off when she read his poorly written raunchy letter, detailing everything and anything he had planned to do when she 'finally stopped deluding herself that her husband and son were coming back and that he would personally give her many children that she would take care of the house.'
Charlie barely held in the will to puke when he saw the pictures and Nolan was viciously twitching as he whispered in her ear, "My Lady. If I may?"
"Now, Nolan. Why should I allow you to have all the fun? Besides...the more disgusting he shows himself to be, it makes crushing him a lot more amusing."
He gave a nod, "Fair enough."
"Regardless, I had my fair share of sexual pictures given to me by admirers, but this one takes the cake."
"May I get rid of them...and change your bed sheets for good measure?"
"Not yet. You see, his disgusting present can be twisted into something else."
Charlie gave her a shocked look, "Excuse me for being blunt, but what can be worse than this?"
Lilith gave a twisted grin as she allowed her magic to circle around the pictures and the raunchy letter and folded it into a red envelope and charged it, making it into a Howler, "How about Ronald confessing he has a collection of sexual fantasies involving Severus Snape but confessing the loss of their packages and how they can be sex buddies and suck off each other's stumps as they wish to be fucked by a veiny vibrating wand..."
Charlie paled as Nolan cackled, "Brilliant, as always, my Lady."
Lilith allowed herself to be pulled into his lap as Charlie gave a slight shudder, "That...is awful. I am so happy you're my sister."
"I know..." She sighed before she caught a glimpse of a bag and pointed it out, "Is that one mine?"
He looked at the present and said, "Yeah, here," He finished handing it to her.
She opened it and pulled out a perfume bottle of honeysuckle and mint and a necklace with a ruby surrounded by an onyx jewel.
"How sweet. Is this your present?"
"Yeah. Happy Birthday," He smiled
She pecked him on the forehead, making him look down bashfully before he looked up at her laughing as she pulled her a bag and handed it to him, "Open it."
Charlie opened it and saw a box and what looked like a pair of silver ring carved with multiple runes, but she said, "They're piercings to protect your mind, they are to be placed on the top of your ears. It won't hurt, just a pinch and it will be hidden by your scruffy hair so you won't get shit by Piggy and Miss I need to know everything."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Now come closer, I'm going to get you your next present tomorrow."
"And that would be?"
"How would you like to learn how to use a gun?"
"R-really?"
She gave a nod and he said, "I would really like that. Thank you."
"No problem. I'll take you after I train in the morning."
"Can I watch?"
"Sure. But don't interfere, alright?"
"Okay."
"Good, I'll spend the rest of my birthday with you later, I have people to visit."
"Alright, I'm almost done with the book you gave me."
"Good. I'll help you with some of the spells later, but make sure you understand the material, Charlie. Just learning the words and motions of a spell are different than actually understanding the power behind the words and motions of the spell in question. Don't be a parrot."
"Got it."
When he left, she got up and stretched as Nolan stripped the bed and made to change it later.
"Downtown?"
"Yes. I have a bunch of people to visit, then...training, it's going to be harsh and unrelenting."
"And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"
"Of course not and I get to start a bit of a hunt."
He wrapped his arms around her and shifted into his snake, "Now, let's have a fun time, Nolan."
She made her way out of her bedroom, spelling it shut before flying away from the house and landing in the middle of downtown and made her way to the apartment and opened it to find all of her children, dressed up along with her sisters who screamed, "SURPRISE!"
Lilith allowed herself to be dragged into the room and glomped by everyone as they cheered and conversed. She knew that tonight was going to be a good night.
Ending it! I am ending the chapter! I hope you all like the scenes with Drake and Jake, I need to show you all that Drake truly deserves his spot in Lilith's heart. He's just as ruthless as her but he truly loves his son just like Lilith does. Now! Onto the next chapter, that one you don't want to miss, you will get the massacres and ass-chewings later. Terra King helped with some of the scenes so give them so love and read their stories. DO IT! Along with Pravuss666 and Nomadic Chaos, you will love their stories, trust me. If you don't, don't bitch at them or me.
Also for the trolls in the reviews, you attack them, I will hunt you down, no one fucks with my friends!
Thank you for your reviews!
god of all - Thank you! Sorry for the wait.
Guest#1 - I keep getting Warhammer plots...Seriously, I need to watch the damn series in my spare time. When I get enough information, we'll see.
Draph91 - Yeah and I ain't telling you what will happen to Remus. That~, my dear reader is a secret.
Guest#2 - Thank you and no, the story just started basically...It's not over yet, When I say I'm ending it, I meant that I am ending the chapter, not the story in general. But the story is going to be finished to completion.
Perseus12 - But its' amusing as hell when they try and fail, though.
Stratos263 - Yup, but his death is something I yearn for greatly
Pravus666 - Thank you and I still love your story. What's with the both of you and Lichs? But whatever, hopefully, this chapter will meet your fancy, but Lich thing I am still on edge about. Thanks again. Also, dude, I love your story but I am telling you that I cannot and will not work around your story when you put my character inside of it. Also, the final battle on my end is for my character only, please respect that. I love Lauren, I do, but I cannot and will not have her override my story, it's not fair and it's just my first fem! Harry story and I want to do her justice, so please respect my wishes. I don't hate you, please remember that, please! Don't take it hard.
Greer123 - Yep and just fine!
mizzrazz72 - Yep, it doesn't help she is a lot faster, you will see her again...But there are more stalkers...you haven't seen them yet. Ronnie-poo isn't dead, not yet. Remus should have kept his head, but wait for it.
Kreceir - Nope, Remus buried himself, only Charlie is the only thing keeping him afloat now, if he pushes Charlie away, he's fucked and easy pickings. I'm happy you enjoyed the mini-bosses and yeah, they kind of are. Yep, but there are more stalkers to come. Sorry, the scene isn't canon. Besides he's needed and his crimes are...too much to be killed off this early.
NightBringer325 - Maybe...maybe. Thank you, sorry, but Ron isn't dead. I put a warning on top.
Guest#3 - Goddamn it...What is it with you guys and your damn amazing plots. You give your name, I'm actually making it a one shot right now, please send me your name or a nickname, please! I love the plot so much, that I'm in the midst of creating it now.
Guest#4 - Oooh~, interesting.
sonodowth - Thank you for your rating!
Nomadic Chaos - Thank you and sorry, Ron isn't dead yet. Remus is going to need a matchbox to fit his remains. Too bad... Charlie will be introduced to other magic he's been ignorant of as the story progresses and the lich thing I am still on edge about. Thanks again.
917brat - Thank you and another said something about a dark phoenix...Maybe, just maybe.
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Magicthunder1 - That's the idea for you to hate him.
Guest#5 - Sorry, here's another.
BeautifullySarcastic22 - Yeah, but his death needs to be messy, having just Lilith have her piece of him wouldn't be fair as you will see, a lot of people, later on, want their piece of him. Like for a prime example: Prime Minister Honest from Akame Ga Kill.
Guest#6 - Thank you! I'm happy you enjoy it!
Skull Flame - Yep! Don't worry about Roxie, trust me, I have plans for her. Yeah, the baby xenomorph is very dangerous, maybe I'll have Lilith keep it as a pet. The visitor, well you need to visit Pravuss' pages. No, Lilith didn't kill Fenrir Greyback, he wouldn't be killed off so easily. Who Lilith killed was a random werewolf. Draco is full of himself, isn't he? Yeah, but if she started screaming, I can imagine Lilith tearing her to pieces slowly before setting her on fire. Sorry, Ronnie isn't dead yet. Secret. Glad you agree and the Daily Prophet can only be used to line the floor for mud.
Sakura Lisel - Oh, trust me a howler is too easy, but Charlie will have a hand in telling the 'smart' one of his friends to mind his mouth unless he wants his entire head to be removed. But, the Potters and dear Albie will get theirs. Lilith refuses to be pushed around. And you know I'm in the midst of completing it just as you sent your review today? Guess it was your lucky day.
~Kourtney Uzu Yato