Disclaimer: Well, I once claimed I had two sisters, now I don't...I also don't claim to own the Harry Potter characters, JK Rowling does and I just play around with them...
A/N Don't kill me...Please...? LOL, I got quite a few death threats in the last reviews, so I decided to sit my but down and type!
Well, did I shock you? I love shocking people...Nothing does it *quite* like yelling out profanity out of nowhere in the middle of your Geography class, but that's another story...
IMPORTANT NOTE: I've made a day of the story--I've had it in my mind that the story began at the end of April...So I estimated and put the date in this story...So, I you can kind of work things out from there, for those of you who were curious. Since I've also estimated that it took a bout two or three weeks since the story began (there time) and decided that it is now the beginning of May--in the *story*. So, this chapter begins on May 3, 1978. Ignore any other dates I may have mentioned in past chapters for those of you who read very closely.
And I also picked out a continent for where The Sands of Death Desert is...And one of my friends (or two or three...) is going to kill me for it. Australia. Heh, heh... For all you...Aussies (sp?) you have cool accents!
Questions
Since so MANY questions will be answered with this one chapter, I'm only answering questions that won't be--or that I feel like answering. That and I'm feeling lazy. :-P
Question by Summer
By the way, if Snape liked Lily so much and even joined the Death Eaters to be with her, why did he tell Dumbledore about her?
Answer: Because, Snape had to do his duty--he knew Dumbledore wouldn't arrest Lily...He just thought it was something Dumbledore should be worried about. After all, Dumbledore isn't stupid enough to believe Lily Evans had gone eViL. BTW, your comment "for all that is holy and Harry Potter-like!" really amused me!
Question by Sweevy
what is an Unspeakable ? what they do and why if James become one he is not going to be able to talk to Lily?
Answer: An Unspeakable...Well, they are talked about in the books--we don't really know much about them because they are--quite frankly--unspeakable about! What I always got from it, was that they did jobs that know one could speak of--spies or undercover workers, I suppose. So, if James and Sirius become them, they'll have to live a low profile as to not be caught. Get it?
Question by Blakie
if James is 2 years bigger than Lily , why does he know that she was head girl?
Answer: Because, it is in my opinion that you would know who the new head boy and girls were for the next few years, even after you left Hogwarts. That, and Lily was well known.
Question by jOsIeCaT
Oh...my...god...you can do that to her?
Answer: Heh heh, that made me laugh! Yes, apparently so--as I just did! :-D
ACK! I'm tired of answering all these questions! I'm trying to post fast--so---------I hope this satisfies you!
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Flirting With the Enemy
by
Sierra Sitruc
Chapter 26 Quiet Conspiracies
The court room was full of frowns as everyone filed out through the doors. Lily Evans was gone and the thought made Morgana smile, the only smile about the room.
She noticed the Patils' leaving in a large mob of family members. Morgana studied Isabella; she would have made a good Death Eater--as good as her brother, at any rate. Now they were both traitors in her mind, and would pay the price for deserting the master.
Her smile widened as a thought occurred to her. It seemed that people entered Voldemort's service in pairs...and those who didn't, were either dead or in Azkaban and most commonly siblings joined together. Isabella and Patrick, she and her brother, Lestrange and his sister... It was a tight group.
Voldemort probably planned it that way, so no one would trade off their own flesh and blood to swap to Dumbledore's side, or to keep closer watch on each other.
In a way Morgana was proud of Isabella, she hadn't made a sound when her friend had been dragged off--though she had let out a shriek of outrage when the verdict was read.
Even now she could hear Isabella grumbling to her father, "What's so different about Lily and me? What?! What?!" The sound of tears evident in the way she spoke.
"Lily wanted to go, Hun, she wanted to go." Mr. Patil said soothingly, and let his daughter lean on him and sob.
Morgana rolled her eyes impatiently, and walked out to meet her soon to be great-great-grandfather-in-law, the Minister of Magic. She put on her 'happy face' and found him talking to the press and Sirius Black.
"Hullo, Morgana! Come over here, you doll!" Grogan Stump yelled at her, and she caught up to the Minister and noted he looked pleased with the verdicts, while Sirius less so.
Grogan had apparently noticed as well, for she heard him grunt to Sirius, "Cheer up boy, you can't put 'em all in Azkaban at once!" He said, and gave Sirius a manly thump on the back.
"Right, right," Sirius said half-heartedly. "I hope you don't mind if I get on back to St. Mungo's, to check up on James."
"No, not at all." Grogan excused Sirius and he apparated. Grogan shooed the press away and began chatting with Morgana, "Did you enjoy the trial?"
"Yes, it was highly enlightening. Thanks for allowing me to be on the jury--I know you had to pull quite a few strings," Morgana said in a sweet, honey dripped voice.
"Ach, no problem, my dear. Now, shall we be going?"
"Good idea," Morgana said with a broad grin, and they apparated.
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"More waffles, Darcy! Moooooore waffles!" A loud seven-year-old yelled as she eyed Remus Lupin's plate emptying. It was breakfast time, and Millie was fully and completely awake, despite the early hour.
The Darcy in question rolled his eyes and stepped one foot away from his sister. The nine-year-old made a face and turned to go into the kitchen.
"I'm fine, actually, I couldn't eat another bite if my life depended on it," Remus said, with a shy smile as he picked up his plate to take to the kitchen, but Millie ran up and took it for him and pranced off to do it for him.
"Sisters," Darcy muttered, taking a seat in the wooden chair at the table where Remus was sat.
The Tate family had taken Remus in when the father, Samuel Tate, found him passed out a few miles from the old fort after he'd had an accident apparating. The heavens must have been looking down on him or had wanted to play a good joke on him.
The Tates were a good family of six with one more on the way. The Australians were quite nice and hospitable, but the heat was beginning to kill Remus--and now that he'd been fed and slept for a while and rested up his strength, he felt the need to get to the Ministry.
Samuel had taken the liberty of informing the Ministry back home that Remus was safe and sound--for the most part. The Tates were known to be a rather rambunctious type, and held true to their word. So far the only girl Mrs. Tate had born was Millie, and all prayed that the next one was a boy for Millie was a handful enough on her own without a little sister to teach to the ways of being a girl....
"When do you leave, Mr. Lupin?" Darcy asked, he'd been the first to actually speak to Remus when he'd awoken after being transported to the Tate home and was the most attached to Remus. After that Remus had become somewhat of a pet dog--or dingo as they liked to joke. Even if dingoes did not make the best of pets...
They all coddled over Remus, bringing him anything he wished for and often he was surrounded by eight pairs of tiny hands willing to go to and fro as he pleased.
"I'm hoping to leave before lunch, my friends and I need speak to each other as soon as possible."
"Is it really that urgent that you have to leave?" Darcy asked, trying to keep the whine from his voice.
Remus noted that the nine-year-old boy was attempting to sound mature, to prove himself in his own company. Well, good for him, he thought, smiling slightly as he replied. "Yes, yes--I've told you that we'd all been in great danger and now they need me to help clean up the mess that has been made."
"Oh," Darcy said, looking down at his breakfast plate.
"I'm sure a young man like you can understand what it's like to help clean," Remus said proficiently.
"Yeah," the boy pouted, unconsciously dropping his false demeanor. Confidantly, as if they were old friends, he leaned forward and whispered, "My mom makes me clean up all the time, but afterwards she always gives me a treat."
"In so respects, I'll get a treat too, for cleaning up this mess."
"What kind of treat? Candy?"
"No... More like the knowledge of having helped out." Remus explained slowly as he put his thoughts together.
"Hmm...that makes sense." Darcy said, "Good deeds always feel good, which is why they call them good deeds! You can't feel good doing a bad deed unless you are bad..."
The boys logic befuddled Remus and things were quiet after that.
"Oy! Remus, I got the floo working to get you to England. First, you'll go to Sydney--the capital--then you'll take the floo there at our Ministry where they have a portkey set up for you to take you straight to your Ministry," Samuel Tate said from his place at the table, an envelope with a broken- yet recognizable- Ministry seal in his hand.
"Thanks Samuel, how can I ever repay you--"
"Think nothing of it! Anyone in need of aid is welcome here." Samuel said waving Remus off and leading him to the fireplace.
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The room was quiet, and the walls looked at him as if they knew of what he'd done to his friends. But Peter ignored it, and awaited his turn to visit James, who had woken up just an hour ago. Sirius was talking with him now, and Peter had been nodding off every now and then. The late afternoon bringing drowsiness.
All drowsiness left Peter as the quiet was disrupted by an angry voice. "Out Black! I can't--I can't talk to you right now!" James' voice raged, and a second later a shamed face Sirius entered the room and with a loud, miserable sigh fell back in the chair next to Peter.
Peter was staring at Sirius expectantly with a look of pure confusion. Finally, when Sirius didn't seem to be up to explain on his own, Peter spoke, "What the hell did you do?"
"I...I told James about Evans--and he of course figured it out in an instant that it was me who turned her position in. He's furious--you know he hadn't wanted her to go to Azkaban," Sirius said heavily, keeping his eyes closed and rubbing the sides of his head.
"Oh--what're you going to do?" Peter asked hesitantly.
"I told him about the promotion, he seemed pleased about it...Which means basically, that he'll be talking to me after he sorts things out in that confused mind of his. Poor chap, didn't know what day of the week it was. I had to drop quite a bit of shit on his head all at once too..." Sirius looked at his feet, shuffling them about every which way.
"Did you tell him about Remus, too?"
"Yes, and I wish I hadn't--but he asked how Moony was--and I of course couldn't lie to him straight in the fact..."
"What'd he say about that?" Peter said, unconsciously leaning closer to listen better.
Sirius was took a breath before answering, "He said that I need to go and tell the Ministry that he's in the Sands of Death Desert--but Isabella has already told them that--and they can't find him--which made James even more worried... Basically, Remus is lost somewhere in Australia--and of course muggles won't find him, because that damn desert is charmed to not be seen by 'em!" Sirius let out a groan, followed by a laugh of irony. His eyes flitting up to meet Peter's face, he said shortly, "Which I'm not sure is a blessing or a curse. At any rate, there'll be hell to pay if he is seen by anyone at all; what kind of cracked up story can he make up to explain? Or, he could always tell the truth... and face the consequences. Who knows, maybe the Ministry'll be so glad he hasn't turned dark on them he'll be promoted!" The derisive laugh he gave at the end of this proved him not to believe the latter scenario.
Peter leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes tightly. "Maybe things will work out..." he said hopefully. "Between what Isabella and Patrick know, they have quite a bit of information! We're just going to have to hope for the best and see if Remus turns up." Peter showed that he was ready to go see James, by stretching his legs. "I'll go and talk to James--try and calm him down before he blows a blood vessel."
"Have fun," Sirius muttered darkly, before standing up and apparating.
Peter walked into the brightly lit hospital room, with a feeling of unease. James Potter was in bed staring angrily at the ceiling, his face turning red with suppressed wrath.
"Uh, James?" Peter began nervously.
"What?" James snapped.
"Sirius really pissed you off didn't he?"
"Yes." The Auror hissed, clenching and unclenching his teeth.
"Ah. You know...You could go and visit Lily." Peter continued, careful not to step on broken egg shells.
"I know."
"Do you want to?" Peter said, trying to keep the conversation going.
"I don't know."
"You need some closure Prongs, go see her, before it's too late." Peter said quietly, and left the room soundlessly.
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Sorry this chapter is short, and sorry I sent Lily to Azkaban and you didn't see her this chapter...But I just needed to post!!
Just a little note, for those of you who want to read my original fics...I posted a new 'essay'-ish thing that I wrote for my English class, and later entered into a creative writing contest and recently won first with in the nonfiction division!! I was so happy I could have cried...but I settled for being completely embarrassed as I walked up to the stage to collect my book-ish thing that we got. They call it being published here...But *shrug*, I'm just excited I won something for the first time! It was out of my whole county too! (not that I'm bragging) I'm just REALLY excited! I thought I would never win anything!!
You reviewers are SO cool!! All those reviews really makes my day(s)! Keep it up!
And thank you to my beta-reader! Y. Kuang! Who made this all possible! She makes my stories pretty...Some of you think the grammar isn't so lovely now...you should see it before she gets it...
*~Sierra~*