The Death Eaters & Priori Incantatem

[Book: B4, 644-652 Voldemort checks himself out then calls on his Death Eaters with Wormtail's Dark Mark. Siria's scar hurts when the red Dark Mark turns bold black. While he waits for the Death Eaters, Voldemort tells Siria that they're at the home of his Muggle father, who Voldemort murdered. Voldy goes on that his mother was pureblood & died giving birth to him, & that he got left in a Muggle orphanage. The Death Eaters appear, grovel, are intimidated and told that Voldy's very disappointed in them because they know he took steps to survive death and that he's powerful. He uses the Cruciatus Curse on Avery, makes Wormtail the silver hand, then goes around the circle telling everyone that why he thinks they're cowards &/or why people aren't with them.]

"How did they decide who stands where?" Siria wondered as Voldemort continued around the circle. "Even Ron would get a kick out of Tom Riddle planning assigned spots," she wanted to grin. A smile in the face of all this would be a Patronus to a dementor.

Voldemort directed his wand at Siria and she lunged forward, only to be pushed back into the tomb by the vines that bound her. "Siria Potter has joined us for my rebirthing party," Voldemort told them, "one might even call her the guest of honor." (B4, 652)

"Shame, I didn't bring a gift," Siria glared. Voldemort cocked his head in the same fashion of the teenage Tom Riddle.

"Nonsense, you have brought the greatest gift I could receive," Voldemort confessed. Wormtail shot Siria a glare. She rolled her eyes and clenched her fists. Her back remained tall and firm against the tomb.

"As you all know, many people believe this girl my downfall," Voldemort addressed the Death Eaters. "Her mother died to save her," he told them as he inched toward her, "and provided an ancient form of protection I had not expected that prevented me from touching her." He stepped onto the tomb. Voldemort was snakeskin stretched over a skeleton that towered over Siria more than Dumbledore, but she was wide enough to have tackled him easily. His spiderleg finger danced down her scar. [B4, 653]

Even with her teeth clamped down and her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, a repressed scream escaped Siria. Voldemort, however, was fine. He grinned at Siria, a fly in his web.

[Book: B4, 653-659 He talks about how he got where he was when Wormtail found him. Then he tells the Death Eaters (& explains to the readers) how he was nursed back to life & about their plan and why he needed it to be Siria's blood. Then he uses the Cruciatus Curse on Siria. Finally, he tells Wormtail to untie her & return her wand.]

Siria stretched, wand in hand, eyes squeezed shut. She focused on the little house on the edge of the grounds. Thought of Cassius Warrington, invisible and frozen. "Rennervate!" Siria hissed between her teeth. "Rennervate!" Then she sighed and stretched the other arm. Voldemort watched her with the same hunger teenage Tom Riddle had— as if she held all the answers.

"Have you been taught to duel, Siria Potter?" Voldemort asked with the starved light in his eyes on fire (B4, 659).

"It's Potter-Black, actually," Siria corrected. His snake face moved in an almost human way as muscles that should have raised an eyebrow raised stretched flesh.

"As in Regulus Black?"

"My uncle— and yes," Siria parted her feet, "I've been taught how to duel."

"Though, I can't," she reminded herself. "I've got to just roll over," Siria rolled her eyes.

"Then you know to bow to your partner," Voldemort instructed while he gave a small bow (B4, 660). Siria gripped her wand and nodded her head. "No, no. Potter-Black, bow!" Pushed by a force she couldn't see, Siria's spine bent and the Death Eaters roared with laughter. "Good," he grinned to himself. [B4, 660]

[Book: B4, 660-662 Voldemort uses the Cruciatus Curse then the Imperious Curse, but Siria can fight off the second]

"Obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die—" Voldemort informed her.

"Why?" Siria snapped over him. "So they see you're a big, bad boy that can make a girl—" Siria collapsed her knees under the pain of another wave of the Cruciatus Curse.

"Why?" Siria asked herself. "Why can't you keep your mouth shut— for two minutes!" Her mind shouted at her through her screams of pain. It stopped and she gasped for breath. Her throat was raw from her short torture. She scanned the graveyard— no Triwizard Cup. "Cassius is safe." Siria told herself and tightened her grip on her wand.

This narrow, short branch of wood with a phoenix tail feather bridged her to focused magic— to Charms and Transfiguration… to Hermione and Ron… to Sirius. When she fell, dead on the cold, mud covered grounds, it would be there. "Thank you," she thought to it. "I'm sorry," she confessed. Tears flooded her vision.

"Tom, just get it over with," Siria spat. His red eyes sparked and she collapsed in pain, again. Her teeth gritted together while she thrashed into the mud. It stopped. "I'm bored— TOM!" As if an enormous hand grabbed her like a doll, Siria rose off the ground and onto her feet. Voldemort's ravenous red eyes glittered through the dark. In this cold graveyard, surrounded by Death Eaters and the stench of iron, they would be the last thing she saw.

Trickles of moonlight cracked through the clouds she hadn't noticed. They hit the tomb of Tom Riddle and cast it in an almost kind grey light. Voldemort raised his wand "Goodbye, Siria Potter-Black— Avada Kedavra!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Siria bellowed. Her arm had moved of its own accord and not because of the invisible force of another. Tears slipped through and dripped down her face while her beam of red crashed into the jet of green from Voldemort's wand.

There had to be another way. Why did she need to die at fourteen, alone, in the Riddle Family graveyard? No matter how narrowly she escaped, she would. She would live. This is not where Siria Potter-Black would let herself die.

[Book: B4, 663-668 their wands release the threads of golden light (Cassius does NOT come out). Frank (the old man) comes out the wand, then Bertha Jorkins, then Lily Potter]

"Your father's coming," Lily Potter told Siria (B4, 667). Her voice was quiet, but Siria heard it perfectly.

"Sirius takes really good care of me!" Siria shouted to her mother. "I have a lot of good friends! I eat well!" Words seemed to just explode from her with the will to assure her deceased mother that she was fine, that their sacrifice was not in vain. The wand trembled so furiously it sent jolts of shocking pain through her hand. "I'm really happy—I love Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts— even though I'm lousy and hate Snape, I actually like Potions too—"

Messy hair, bed head worthy even, formed from the tip of Voldemort's wand. It was followed by the rest of a misty James Potter. He walked near Siria and stood beside Lily. He lowered his voice, quieter than Lily had. "When the connection breaks, sprint and call for Kreacher," James Potter instructed.

"He'll get you to safety," Lily Potter added. She tucked a strand of Siria's hair behind her ear.

"Do you understand?" James asked.

"I do!" Siria nodded.

"NOW!" Lily, James, and Siria agreed. She bolted like the ground crumbled just behind her. "Stupefy!" Siria shouted with her want over her shoulder. "Stupefy!" She slid behind a grave as her heart screeched through her chest. "Pefynd Beignis!" Siria cried over the tombstone. Monstrous flames burst from Siria's wand. Like the flames would eat her if she stayed, she bolted.

"Stun her!" Voldemort screamed. A grin broke out over Siria's face; there was a wave of fire between her and the Death Eaters. They wouldn't be stunning her today. A glance over her shoulder revealed Death Eaters closed in around Voldemort. In a rush of hot wind, a flare of wild, crazed red flame in the form of bestial creatures bolted passed Siria. Mirroring a wave crashing against the cliffs, it hit her own wall of monstrous flames. Rather than merging into a giant monster, the combined flames split into tornados of almost average sized monsters. She turned away too late to miss a Fiendfyre creature knock down a Death Eater. Its flamed fangs pierced into the body before it boiled and dissipated beneath the Fiendfyre.

WHAM!

Siria ran straight into something warm and, turned her head, that towered over her with a furrowed brow. She scoffed with relief and disbelief as the gruff and unmistakable voice of Cassius Warrington called "Accio Portkey!" He turned Siria around.

"I will kill her! She is mine!" Voldemort shirked into the night, but Cassius and Siria snagged the Triwizard Cup together. Siria was jerked by the navel. She and Cassius were whirled off the ground, into a wind and color, away from the furious cries that pierced the night. They were going back. [B4, 669]