Disclaimer: Hey, if I was JK Rowling, would I need to buy my own copy of Prisoner of Azkaban with my signature in it? No. That's just Sierra.
A/N Well, this story is confusing. Good lord--I should tell you this, If you think your confused, don't worry--I'm confused, this story is the kind you have to keep rereading past chapters of, or you won't get it unless you have a good memory. I mean--Each time I write a chapter, I am constantly referring back to past chapters, it's quite sad actually--but nice that I'm checking myself.
Also, I had this sudden fright the other day--that this won't be done by the time the fifth Harry Potter book comes out--so...Well, I'm going to have to get this done!!
Thanks for all your support reviewers!! It made me feel a lot better--and yes--I do have low self esteem. I often claim to be the Peter Pettigrew of my friends--I'm the only blonde, and I'm rather chatty--and I'm the worst secret keeper--especially my OWN secrets, unless it's important to my friends, I'll pretty much blab their secrets to at least ONE person...OOPS, but actually, recently, I've gotten very good at keeping secrets...almost too good. Neeh.
I felt really awful about last chapter, it was very hard to write. No kidding, it was probably one of the most vital parts of the plot, and I had to get it right--you know? I spent a lot of time on it, the ideas of it had been spinning around my head for weeks, and I had trouble harnessing them.
The next few chapters have been planned since a night in summer, which I couldn't sleep and had been listening to the Fantasia soundtrack. I came up with the most brilliant plot of my life--it was quite clever, but lucky that I came up with it, because I had to figure out to get Lily--oops, I almost told you the ending! *Laughs nervously*
Last chapter was when things *sort of* all came together--I didn't think I quite gave you a clear picture of what was going on...but a few said that it did--so I guess I did my job. :-)
I'm also making a liar out of myself--I just....*sighs* I'd planned it, but some of you were guessing it, so I said it wasn't true...Oops.
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Flirting With the Enemy
By
Sierra Sitruc
Chapter 22 The Third Traitor
A shadowy form of Remus Lupin appeared, looking frightened and confused.
"Lily?" He asked hoarsely, shocked to hear his own voice.
"Remus?"
"Where the hell are we Lily?" Remus asked, his voice whispery soft, but the tone was sharp. Remus Lupin did not in the slightest, like to have no control over a situation he was in. He liked to know what was going on, and as of now--he knew less than a naive Peter...
"That nice, happy place between life and death," Lily said, unable to believe how happy she was to see him. At first, she'd thought she could handle it...A month of having the soul seized out of her, like a much lengthened Dementor's Kiss, but now that Remus was here, she realized just how afraid she was to be alone when she disappeared.
"What are we doing here?" Remus inquired, trying to grasp what Lily was telling him. He'd been wandering around for a while-- what he thought was an hour --and he hadn't once noticed he was--somewhat dead?
Lily explained the situation to him in a hurried manner; Remus listened well, though he looked like he might vomit as he heard some of the details of Voldemort's enlightenment on the subject, as he'd given Lily.
"So... I was supposed to die sooner," Remus said thoughtfully. "That could explain why I'm here with you--and not somewhere else."
"True," Lily said. "I'm glad your here though." Lily felt odd...She could actually feel a tingle as her soul trickled slowly out of her possession.
"You're glad that I'm dead?" Remus asked, mildly surprised.
"No! I mean--It's nice to have company. I'm going to be here for a while..." Lily said nervously, twiddling with the robes that she was cursed with. It seemed she did have clothes after death... But not very good ones; Lily's were her Death Eaters' robes.
"How long?" He scratched the back of his head--everything felt a bit different here. He was scratching his head--he'd felt an itch, but yet--everything seemed unreal at the same time. Like a detailed dream...
"A month." Remus cringed and Lily wished that they could have a real conversation, instead of discussing morbid things like this, but then again--what else could they talk about? It wasn't like they could forget about their surroundings and talk about the nonexistent weather; they had to make do with conversing about things they noticed, maybe something they discovered would lead to an escape...
"That sucks," Remus said indifferently, as his eyes went unfocused, contemplating would happen to him here...
"Yeah... It's weird, too--I can feel my soul leaving me, bit by bit," Lily continued, shuddering. "Most bizarre feeling ever."
"You can? I don't feel anything..." Remus said with a shrug of his amber shoulders, he studied his gleaming hand a moment, before saying, "It's odd how we're lit in colors--coded by our eyes."
"I never really thought about it... but on that note, they do say that the eyes are the windows to the soul," Lily told him, while interestedly she observed herself. "And we're 'decently' clothed too. I could get used to this, I suppose..."
She found herself thinking, Don't get used to this. There's still some hope left. "Except its dark," she voiced out loud. "I don't like the dark."
Remus nodded in agreement, it was terribly dark here. "You think you have some kind of connection with Voldemort now?" he asked her suddenly as the thought occurred to them.
"Maybe... I'm not really sure," Lily said uncertainly, the idea chilling her to the bone. What could develop from this? Could her soul possibly slip into Voldemort's, and then her mind go with it? Would she live right alongside with Voldemort for his immortal life? Spending all of eternity looking out of Voldemort's eyes, watching him do terrible things day after day without being able to stop it? And if he was ever conquered, would she go to Hell itself with him?
"I wouldn't spread that around to the other undead people--if you know what I mean," Remus said, attempting a joke--though in a way he was disappointed, they might have been able to do something if Lily had a "union" with the infamous Dark Lord.
"I don't think anyone else will be trapped here--it's just a side effect of the potion or Ceremony..." Lily murmured, her thoughts wandering off.
"Potion?" Remus asked, fascinated, she'd forgotten to mention that part.
"They gave everyone a potion--except Davy." Remus and Lily shivered simultaneously, as they recalled what had become of Davy Gudgeon. "When I think of that, I'm actually delighted to be dead--because that could have quite easily been my fate as well."
"That was the most horrifying thing I've ever witnessed--which is saying something, coming from--someone like me," Remus said dangerously, his amber eyes unclear as his thoughts tumbled in his mind, the image of the deformed man painted perfectly...
Lily stared off into the darkness, so far it'd just been her and Remus in a lot of nothing--but suddenly, it wasn't so dark...At first it reminded her of a muggle flashlight, but on further inspection she noticed--it was yet another person.
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Prongs listened as he heard a scratching at the door--then a down right bam. Prongs bucked, and turned his head down in a battle stance, ready to fight.
The door swung open, and light flooded in, and there stood Padfoot. Prongs felt relieved, but didn't like the idea of trying to escape now--now, he wanted to sleep--the transformation had taken a lot out of him, he lacked the strength to do anything magical--in his physical state of Prongs, he knew he could at least walk easily...
Padfoot changed into Sirius, "Change back, Prongs--we need to go rescue some people." James didn't think he was up to it, and shook his great head 'no'.
"And why the hell not?" Sirius demanded impatiently. "Remus and Isabella are in danger! I know the way out! I even managed to get a hold of a compass--it was just lying on the ground." At Prongs' cold stare, he let out a sigh, his shoulders heaving. "Fine, fine, just--just go in stag form," Sirius muttered, as Prongs followed him out slowly.
"Prongs, you okay?" Sirius asked, concerned suddenly. The stag snorted indignantly, as if to say, You have that little faith in me?
"I figured you were fine..." Sirius patted his friend's nose, before speaking again. "We've got to get out of here James, if anything, Remus needs us--and Isabella too. Maybe even...Lily." Sirius added timidly. Chocolate brown eyes stared at Sirius as he tried to figure out what Prongs had planned.
Prongs tried to convey what he was thinking to Sirius, he willed Sirius to know that his magic had been so far drained out of him that he could barely cast 'Lumos' if his life depended on it...
Sirius soon figured that he was not going to see James Potter anytime soon and decided to just go on by himself. "Coming, I see," Sirius noted, as Prongs followed him out the door, "Let's go, then." Sirius transformed into Padfoot, and they hurried on to uncertainty.
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"Isabella!" A voice called to her from the darkness, "Isabella!" Then everything cleared as she opened her eyes.
"What?" She'd thought her voice would have come out irritated, but instead it came out weak and hoarse. That's when the past events rushed to her memory. "Oh shit." She groaned leaning back.
"Oh shit is right, the master won't let me take you home--that's for sure. I'm... I'm going to send for help though," Patrick said determinedly. Who would have thought her kind, concerned brother, was capable of murder?
"Help? Patrick--you can't exactly do that. You can't tell people that you're an Ex-Death Eater!" Isabella hissed.
"I know, but--Isabella, I've got to get you out of this mess--I got you into it, I'll get you out of it," Patrick said heroically, and Isabella just rolled her eyes.
"Patrick! I didn't have to agree to what you asked of me. I did it because I love you, and wanted you to have a good life--free of this dark terror," Isabella said in a tone so deathly quiet, Patrick could do nothing but listen. "Don't blame this on yourself."
"I'm still getting you out of here." Patrick said firmly. "I'm going to go talk to that Sirius Black."
"You know where Black is?" Piped a squeaky voice, as another Death Eater walked in the room, just catching the last part of their conversation.
"No, I don't know where Black is, but I'm going to talk to him as soon as I see him--He knows something I'm interested in." Patrick covered up, as he jumped up from where he'd been sitting beside his sister on the stone floor--of yet another prison room.
"I can't believe the dog got me like he did!" The small Death Eater griped, holding his arm where Padfoot had bit him. "I'd forgotten he was an Animagus."
"You knew before? You should have said something," Patrick snapped irritably. Isabella stayed silent, glaring fiercely at the non-brother Death Eater, her blonde hair made her look less menacing then she would have liked however, and ruined the effect.
The Death Eater made a gurgling sound, as if he had just remembered a vital piece of information, and forgotten it, now they were all doomed. It was that kind of gurgling sound. "He's not the only Animagus."
"What?" Patrick asked, taking on the vicious tone he used for other Death Eaters only.
"James Potter's an Animagus as well! The werewolf... wouldn't have killed him." The young Death Eater mumbled something unintelligible.
"The only thing you're ever good for-- ever have been good for--and you never speak up! You idiot!" Patrick growled, with his fists clenched. "Get out Wormtail! Out!" He bellowed, and the Death Eater, Wormtail, scurried away as quickly as possible.
"Are you going to tell anybody?" Isabella asked tentatively.
"No, of course not," Patrick said with a sigh, picking up the pace. "I'm officially no longer a Death Eater--as soon as I charge up some strength, I'm going to apparate and never see the Dark Lord's face again," Patrick said, his voice full of hope. "I'll find Black first though--and make sure he gets out safely. Actually... I could just return him his wand! I know where your wands are Isabella!" Patrick looked overjoyed at this revelation.
"Well don't stand there flapping your lips! Go and get me my wand!" Isabella grumbled, Patrick was almost out the door, when Isabella called him back, "Get Lily's too--just as a..." Isabella trailed off, unsure of what to call it.
"Right." Patrick took on a grieved look, and a few tears shone in his eyes. "Isabella... I'm sorry about Lily; we were both close to her but--"
"Get your Gryffindor arse out of here," Isabella said, trying to joke, but it came out cold.
"Of course," Patrick said, disappearing.
Lily was Isabella's best friend--for eight years, they'd done everything together... Following one another around, if one went--the other would sure follow suit, it was just the way things were. Isabella had followed Lily somewhere unintentionally too... Isabella had followed her into becoming a Death Eater.
Isabella remembered well, the day Patrick had asked her to become a Death Eater so he could get out of the business himself. Isabella had been appalled--but he'd been so desperate. Isabella had never done well with seeing her twin suffer, she'd agreed out of the love for him in her heart, ignoring the consequences that would surely follow.
He'd taken every precaution to make sure Isabella would be safe and unable to be discovered. He wouldn't have his sister going to Azkaban, but a week after her initiation, all the plans had fallen through.
One morning Isabella woke up, got ready and went to work--to find reporters from her own job swarming all over her asking her questions. They'd surrounded her and all she heard was 'Are you a Death Eater?', 'Did you know about Lily Evans being a Death Eater' over and over repeatedly, she'd felt sick to her stomach. She'd fled the office of the Daily Prophet, after picking up her own copy of the newspaper.
Branded on the front was "Lily Evans Captured by Auror James Potter", on the front was a picture of Lily, smiling innocently from a picture in from their school days, her wavy red hair framing her small face, and adjacent to her was a picture of James Potter his wand out held in a dueling stance--he looked frightening, and they were saying that Lily was the Death Eater? When comparing the pictures, James seemed more likely to be the dark infested one then Lily--a muggle-born no less.
Isabella didn't want to believe it--but at the same time, knew that it was true. Why else would Lily have been at a Death Eater's meeting? Isabella herself had been at the same one... Funny, the two girls had both lied to each other about their plans for that night.
Isabella had told Lily she was going to see Patrick--which had been half truth, since he would be there, and Lily had told Isabella she was going to Davy Gudgeon's house--a half truth as well, now that Isabella thought about it, she'd seen him a few hours ago--well, it'd looked like him--a deformed him, and he appeared to be a Death Eater as well... Where had all the trust and truth gone? It seemed that there was no one you could believe or trust, anyone could be a Death Eater, you weren't safe--even from your best friend.
People thought Isabella was faithful, sticking to her best friend like she had, even though her best friend was clearly a Death Eater--It wasn't faith--it was more of a kindred thing, they were both Death Eaters--and now, they were both traitors to the side of the light, and the dark.
The two of them had to stick together now! Isabella couldn't leave Lily alone...Not now. Isabella knew that Lily still had a chance to survive that Ceremony--even if her brother didn't think it. James and Sirius could save her! They were Aurors--that's what they did. They saved the innocents, and if anyone was innocent; it was Lily.
Just looking into her face, people could tell Lily was an innocent. She'd seen things no one had the right to--she'd done things no one should have--but she was innocent, she'd been forced into all of it--and that in itself, was innocence.
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(A/N Thank my beta-reader for this part, it was really bad before--still not very good, it's rushed and a bit messy--but she helped with the better dialogue in this scene, I think it's rather obvious what she said, and I was said. :-p )
Patrick muttered obscenities to himself as he fought with the lock on the box with the wands in them. All had been placed in here for safe keeping and he couldn't find his personal key to the slot, and so he'd found himself here, frustrated and angry with the somewhat inoffensive box.
He grumbled to a bit, and finally picked up the box and repeatedly hit the locked part against the wall. It didn't work as he'd hoped, and only managed to scuff up the box.
"Damn it!" He cursed, stomping his foot childishly. He thought long and hard about the problem--until it came to him. "Alohomora!" He said, pointing his wand at the box--and it opened instantly. "Well, I feel stupid." He mumbled, as he pulled out several wands--not knowing whose was whose, but he recognized Lily's and Isabella's easily--it was everyone else's he didn't.
He pocketed everyone's wands and shut the box. Patrick left the room, and headed back to Isabella's--he'd planned on it anyway--but as he was walking, he'd spotted a stag and a dog crossing his path.
"Wait! Potter! Black!" He shouted unthinkingly, running towards them--they stopped, and the stag reared back but the dog transformed instantly into the human.
"Where's Isabella?" Sirius asked hurriedly, recognizing it as the Death Eater she'd been with, he had a feeling on who it was--but he couldn't quite place him yet...
"This way--which one of these wands is yours?" Patrick questioned, as he showed them the way to Isabella's and his collection of wands--all the while the stag looked highly confused.
"Ah! That one!" Sirius said, picking up his wand and feeling instant power rush through him. "Thanks man, you have no idea how much I've missed this."
"Which one is Potter's?" Patrick asked, keeping a wary eye out for the other Death Eaters.
Sirius plucked up James' wand, and showed it to the stag, who still refused to change. "You want it, James?" Sirius waved the wand around a bit, but the stag only stared back, regarding the two.
"Why won't he change back?" Patrick asked curiously.
"Stubborn arse, I don't know." Sirius shrugged. "He hasn't changed back since I found him. You don't seem surprised to see him alive either--and how'd you know it was him?"
"Death Eater told me he was an Animagus," Patrick said lightly. "You should watch out, there's a spy among your friends," he added with a grim tone. Sirius stared at him intently for a moment, before continuing.
"There are a lot of spies about--It's hard to pick out all of them." Sirius said gruffly.
"I know what you mean..." Patrick sighed, "Come on--in here." Patrick opened the door with his key, and led Sirius in--but James stood guard outside, listening to their conversations all the while.
"Sirius!" Isabella exclaimed, pleased to see her friend, and Sirius gave her a weak smile.
"Ran into your Death Eater friend," Sirius murmured. "Let's get you out of here." Patrick came up and gave Isabella her wand; she took it and stood up.
"Not without Lily." Isabella said fiercely.
"Isabella, you know she's dead--." Patrick started to say, but Isabella stopped him.
"You might think she's dead--but there's a possibility she's alive! There's no proof she's dead--." Isabella began to argue, but her brother interrupted.
"Except, for the fact that the Dark Lord has seen her dead body," he said gently, but sternly. Isabella froze sharply, and then started to shake.
"It's not true. I don't believe it," she hissed, "You're lying."
"She's dead--gone, she's never coming back," Patrick told her firmly, trying to get through to her.
"She is not! And I refuse to believe it until I see her lifeless, rotting corpse with my own eyes, damn it!" Isabella replied fiercely.
"Lily's dead, Isabella, just... accept it, will you?" Patrick asked softly. "Will you just listen to me? I'm trying to help you, but--"
Isabella stared at him, as if seeing him for the first time. "No," she whispered. "You listen. You do not know Lily. You did not spend your half of your life with her. She's strong. She wouldn't give up without a fight, I know it. And I'm not going to leave here if there's even one millionth of a chance that she's alive."
"Isabella, if you would just stop being so difficult-"
"Difficult?" she screeched. "Me, difficult? I have agreed to practically everything you've told me, but when you tell me to abandon all hope of saving my friend, well... I'm not the one who's being difficult." Isabella stepped around her words carefully, so as not to give her brother's identity away, but her rage nearly blinded all her other clear thought, Patrick would never understand...
"She's dead, Isabella," Patrick repeated softly. His words stung, as simple fact, as cold truth, as harsh honesty.
"I won't believe it! No!" Isabella felt her legs shaking with anger, the world was spinning out of focus as the grief threatened to overrun her. Her fists were clenched, and she looked ready to--do something...
"Isabella," Patrick warned, "Don't do anything drastic... These are hard times, and we have to join together--"
"Oh don't go all soft on me, you Death Eater bastard!" She hissed, Sirius and Prongs were left to stare at the two--Sirius was slowly figuring out just who this Death Eater was.
"Isabella! Wasn't Lily a Death Eater as well? What about you?!" Patrick asked, his voice tinged with impatience. "Lily was a Death Eater, and she died! Get it through you fucking head!" He bellowed in frustration, his own grief for the loss of his friend causing him to lash out.
"No! No!" Isabella whimpered, covering her ears. Not wanting to believe it. "She's innocent! She's innocent!" Isabella cried. Sirius reached out to comfort her, but she threw him off. The world felt like it was crashing down around her ears, "Stay away from me! She can be fine! Just like James was... She's alive, and I know it! Just GET AWAY!" she let out an anguished scream, and then took off in a wild run down the hall, tears pouring down her face, and running in no apparent direction. Things were going to explode if she didn't run...
She didn't need to escape from them, she needed to escape from the reality, the reality she wasn't ready to deal with. Denial surrounded her, and all she could concentrate on was the pain and the terror that had followed her these past days, now the only logical answer was for her to run away from it all...
"Isabella--" Patrick let out a sigh of regret, and Sirius acted quickly.
"James! After her!" Sirius hollered, and Prongs galloped after the hysterical girl, catching up to her but being unable to do anything but follow her--she was just mad!
Sirius and Patrick raced after them hopelessly, Isabella was a fast runner and showed no signs of stopping even in her weak state, it was up to James to help her, even if Sirius transformed he wouldn't be able to catch up; she'd gotten too far of a head start.
Patrick turned to Sirius, and told him as they ran. "Apparate to the Ministry--I'll take care of Isabella and your friend. Give me his wand--I'll give it to him."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Sirius questioned, slowing to a stop.
"You don't, but what other choice do you have?" Patrick said, his smirk unseen by Sirius. Sirius let out a long sigh, before handing over James' wand.
"If I come back--the Ministry will be with me. I know where we are." Sirius said informatively.
"I figured as much, but most likely--we'll all be gone by then. We're through with this place. We've just been searching for our missing prisoners before we cleared out," Patrick told him truthfully.
"Make sure James gets out alive for me--and Isabella too."
"Of course, anything for a fellow Gryffindor," Patrick said swiftly, and with that, Sirius apparated, and not the least bit sure of what was going on.
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Isabella had been running for a while--and with that potion earlier, it made her extremely exhausted--finally she just collapsed, which was just fine for Prongs who did the same--transforming back to human form in the process.
"Ugh. I feel awful." James groaned, lying sprawled out on the ground beside Isabella. They'd found themselves in an odd room--full of brooms. "Where are we?"
"I don't know." Isabella snapped angrily, she'd always had a bit of a grudge against James--for capturing Lily. "You're supposed to be the Auror!"
"Damn, I knew you were a strange one at first--but really--you're mad." James grunted, as he tried to stand up. "I haven't done anything to you, and you're going off on me like I'm a criminal!"
"What do Death Eaters need with broomsticks?" Isabella wondered ignoring the comment and staring at the room of perfectly usable brooms, if not a bit too used.
James looked at Isabella pointedly, "Maybe they have something in common with Lily, she can't apparate. She said everyone used these to get around if they couldn't apparate. Poor Death Eaters--having to fly all the way out here..."
"I see you aren't using her in past tense," Isabella said testily, bitterness still stinging her words--but still, not the least bit embarrassed about her actions earlier. It wasn't like her to care too much about things in the past, she'd acted a bit irrational--she just had to deal with the consequences now. She would just sniffle, and carry on. Things were clearer now after her run.
"I'm with you on that one. She could still be alive--I wouldn't believe half of what Voldemort told me," James said, finally succeeding in standing up, and proceeded to inspect the brooms. "He could have her tied up somewhere to starve to death for all we know."
"Don't think like that!" Isabella scolded harshly, "Lily's resourceful--she can get herself out of most situations--or I should say, get other people to get her out of them... She's clever like that." Isabella said informatively, her voice going wispy as she thought back to her friend.
"I don't doubt it," James replied softly. Turning back to the brooms to find a half-way decent one, he complained to himself, "Hm...I don't even know where this blasted castle place is."
"We're in the Sands of Death Desert," she told him with an air of superiority, "It's the whole reason Sirius and I got captured in the first place."
"Oh that's it--I couldn't exactly question him on why you were here or why he was here--I just went with it. I felt rather stupid too; mind you I was in stag form." James said, eyeing her suspiciously. "What did you two do?"
"We didn't ask to come here, if that's what you mean. We had--a dream...thing." Isabella said unsure all of a sudden. "We were asleep in a room at the Ministry, awaiting news on you, Lily or Remus--when we decided to sleep. Then we had this odd dream--lights every where--amber, green and red--then in the middle of it--was you. I saw the desert in it too--and that's when we knew where you were." Isabella explained as slowly as one could, who was speaking to someone she didn't like.
"Strange--lucky of you. This place sends weird vibes to people--since we were here, it must have just sent you--our close friends--a message for help. This desert has a lot of odd powers, it's one the most magical places on Earth--not to mention, it has the closest place to the devil--supposedly."
"The closest place to the devil? I've never heard of that, and I've been here before--with my dad--the archaeologist you know," Isabella added, as way of explanation.
"Yes--closest place to the devil--it's somewhere in the center of it. I expect this is the old fort, from the battle of Salazar Slytherin," James said.
"You know an awful lot about these things," Isabella noted.
"I wasn't Head Boy for nothing." James said cryptically, and with that, he picked up a broom. "Let's check it out."
"What?"
"The center of the desert of course! Voldemort would only bring us here if he wanted to use that place for some sort of--power field." James told her, making Isabella feel like a right idiot.
"We can't go there--there are ghosts!" Isabella protested.
"Do you want to see if Lily's alive or not? He could have left her there--you never know. He could be using the power on that spot to kill her," James said thoughtfully.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Isabella growled, forcing herself up from the ground and getting on a broom. "Where now?"
"Up, of course."
"I know that, but--Oh." Isabella had looked up to see a hole in the ceiling. James climbed onto his broom, and Isabella followed suit and they pushed off. Hoping to find some sign of Lily... Hoping to find hope.
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A/N Well, that chapter's over with--rather long...I have a knack for long chapters suddenly. :-)
I'm going to try and work solely on this fic for a while, and then I'll pick another and get it done, I want these done and over with before the fifth book comes out!
Before you freak out about Isabella being a Death Eater--well, it had to happen, I've had it planned for a while...There's a few subtle hints--but nothing you really notice, I don't think. I made a rather blunt one two or three chapters back...
Just watch--it's quite interesting what happens, because of what Isabella is.
Patrick...I think we might have seen the last of him for awhile...Or completely...But he has James' wand--so, yeah he'll be back!
I miss Snape--I'm pretty sure he's coming back...Though it's not necessary at this point, I'm just very attached to the greasy haired man, but... who isn't?
Next Chapter:
Lily and James interact! It happens fairly quick--first 20-25 paragraphs...I've already written it...No real romance--because they have their stations to stay in still. Isabella meets Remus and...well...It's fun! I should apologize in advance for Lily's aloofness to James though...Don't expect fluffy little bunnies to attack her...James acts nice to Lily though--it's actually a bit amusing...
And a Big Thanks:
To all of my reviewers, you all really made my day! You guys racked up about 100 reviews for the last chapter, and encouraged me to write more on this story after all! I'm really, really appreciative. When ever I get mope-y and depressed, you guys pull through! Thanks!
I know this plot is a big confusing, so if there's something *specifically* you don't understand, just say so in a review and I'll clear it up, either in writing or author's notes! :-) Just ask!
Sorry it was so Isabella centered this chapter. I didn't mean to do that... So, could you guys tell me your impression of Isabella? Too Mary Sue? Really, I hadn't planned on making her such a big part of the story--but, I felt I was lacking in the girl area--I hate stories that are boy centered--not hate--I mean, they just get on my nerves sometimes--like Lord of the Rings--there's only one girl with a big role (in the movie!)...Tolkien was so sexist! Girls can kick ass! Am I right? Tamora Pierce thinks so...
*~Sierra~*