Hey guys, I forgot to add this at the beginning of the last chapter, I don't live in California, therefore I don't know what the weather is like in January there, so imagine that it's nice, now I know that the water is cold cause I was there once on vacation in June the water was FREEZING, and I got the worst sun burn of my life! I had a two toned stomach for two years! Yeah, that bad, therefore: Don't wear tankinis in California if you don't normally live there!
Anyways, sorry for my rambles, I got carried away again… hehehe, happens! Onto Chapter 13 the longest chapter, so far as I'm aware!
Wanna love ya
Wanna bug ya
Wanna squeeze ya
Stupid girl
Wanna touch ya,
Wanna take ya,
Wanna shut ya,
Stupid girl.
I can't take this,
Born to break this.
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
She's going away,
(She's going away)
What's wrong with my life today?
Stupid girl, Stupid girl
"Stupid Girl" – Cold
Rachel and Oliver headed down the two flights of stairs and through the large white archway that lead into the kitchen slash dinning room. The two grabbed seats next to each other at the large maple table as Carrie put the Pizza Hut boxes on the table and stacked plates next to them.
'We always have either take out or order in for dinner, the only thing Carrie cooks is breakfast and lunch, and hardly that,' Rachel said to Oliver. Her voice sounded distant in his head so she must have been fighting to get that through.
Everybody just reached around each other, grabbing what food they wanted. Nathaniel was again not present at the table for dinner.
"Where's dad at?" Rayne asked her mother.
'Off killing innocents,' Oliver thought, but Rachel caught it and gave him a strange sideways glance. He ignored it and continued eating.
'Don't fill up, we're going out after dinner,' Rachel told him clearer in his head.
'Out where? All of us? For what?' he asked eagerly in his mind before he could calmly collect the questions.
'Just me and you, there's a beach party tonight down at SBA, we're crashing it,' she smirked.
'Oh really? And how do you expect us to sneak out of this house,' Oliver questioned back taking a drink.
'It's called a window, genius,' Rachel quipped.
'You sleep on the fourth floor!'
'Damn,' Rachel thought rubbing her temples.
"Sorry," Oliver apologized.
"Forget it," she said quietly. 'That is called a broom my friend,' she grinned, getting another bread stick.
Oliver looked at her sideways and shook his head, 'And who says I want to go with you?'
'Oh please Wood, and stay up wondering if I'm safe or not? That's my job and besides,' she turned to him, 'there's nothing for you to do her while I'm gone, so you're coming.' She turned and took a bite of pizza, letting him think that over.
Rachel lay in bed awake again, Oliver dozing lightly on the couch next to her. She glanced over at her clock, '12:54, dad's home,' she thought.
'He'll come upstairs, and take a piss.'
'12:58, into the shower.'
'1:13, getting changed and brushing his teeth,' she smiled, as the minutes seemed to fly by her.
"1:17, in bed and passed out with exhaustion," she grinned and sat up, "Ollie," she said patting his leg.
"Mmm, hmm?" Oliver questioned slowly getting up.
"Come on," Rachel coaxed, "wake up, I'm going to go get ready, I'll be out in ten minutes, and you better be ready, otherwise I'm leaving with you how you are then," Rachel said quickly and grabbed an outfit that she had hung on the back of her bathroom door and flipped on the light, and shut the door.
Oliver groaned and noticed the light under the door. She wasn't joking. He sighed and sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes and wiggled his toes on the carpet. Oliver stood up and stretched his back and arms out, before walking over to his bag and grabbed the outfit that he had transfigured, with Rachel's guidance none the less, and turned, bumping the small touch lap by Rachel's bed.
He yawned loudly as he removed his sweat pants and put on the cut off khaki's and put on some deodorant and the blue plaid button up shirt that had previously been one of his suit shirts. He didn't mind, he liked it better this way. But he just put his arms through it and walked over to the bathroom door. "You got clothes on?" he asked knocking.
"Yeah why?" Rachel asked through the door. But Oliver opened it and entered, despite her "Hey!"
"I need to brush my teeth," he exclaimed. Looking at her reflection in the mirror as he stood behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and moved her over about two feet.
"What are you doing!" she yelled turning to him, preparing to whack him with her hair brush.
"I need to brush my teeth and you were standing in front of the sink," Oliver said simply and grabbed his toothbrush and the toothpaste.
Rachel rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue at him and picked up the hair straightener sitting on the sink, ironing out the kinks in her hair.
Oliver spit in the sink and rinse with water and turned to scoot past her.
"Wait," she said, setting down the iron and picking up her gel. She looked at him and said, "Hold still."
Oliver saw what was coming and grabbed her hands, ducking out of her reach, "Oh no you don't," he said.
"Oliver!" Rachel whined trying to fight him, "Just let me do your hair!"
"Exactly, you are not touching my head," he stated. "End of conversation."
"But, you've got bed head," she giggled.
"But you like my bed head," Oliver grinned and planted a quick kiss on her lips.
"Mmmm, minty fresh," Rachel grinned licking her lips.
"Well Rivers, you're on the clock, four minutes," Oliver grinned turning her back around to face the mirror as she continued to fix her hair. He scooted past her on his way on and squeezed her butt for good measure.
"Urgh! Wood!" she screamed and he shut the door quickly. "Bored asshole!"
"I know and you love me!" he called right back through the door, only getting a THUNK of her brush connecting with the wood and another, "Urgh!"
Oliver laughed as he walked back over to Rachel's TV and turned it on, to the first channel, ESPN, which happened to have on a football (soccer) game. "Ooo," Oliver said taking a seat on the floor, leaning back on Rachel's bed, watching a college match.
Rachel came out of the bathroom wearing a blue jean mini skirt with a light blue polo under a white and light blue striped button up.
Oliver looked up as Rachel exited, "So how do I look?" she asked him, twirling for him.
"Oh come on, For Pete sakes, Rachel!" he exclaimed.
"What?" Rachel asked trying to act confused and trying not to laugh at the same time.
"You organized this! Similar bloody outfits!" Oliver complained.
Rachel looked down at her own and then over to his, "Hm, yeah, I guess I did," she laughed and headed over to her window opening it and reaching for her broom.
"Oh no, I call front," Oliver said grabbing the broom from her hand.
"Wood, it's my broom, you get on back," she hissed and got on her broom, waiting for him to do the same.
"This is so embarrassing," Oliver said quietly.
"What the outfits? I think it's cute!"
"No, getting on the back of a broom because you want to drive," Oliver whined.
"Oh stuff it, you act like I'm a bad flyer," Rachel scoffed.
"Yeah, that's the embarrassing part, you're flying," Oliver smirked as Rachel flew them out the window and down the beach in the night.
Oliver looked over Rachel's shoulder to the ground below them, "Uh, Rachel?" he asked with a slight quiver in his voice. "I think you're flying us over the water."
"No, it's still the beach, look to the right, we're the same distance from the buildings than we were before," she explained quickly, lowering her broom and flanking to the left. "See, now we're over the ocean," she grinned and then soared up and to the right again.
Oliver gripped her waist tighter and growled in her ear, "Don't do that again," he threatened.
"Or you'll what? Tackle me? You're on the back, baby, get used to it," she laughed.
Oliver only growled as a large bonfire came into view ahead of them a bit and Rachel began their descent. When they landed Oliver jumped off the back as Rachel stepped off carefully. He spotted a few other brooms off to their side, "What's this? Party crashers?" he smirked.
Rachel shook her head, "No, most of the students don't live in the dorms, the ones that live in the area get a bus," Rachel explained.
"Ah," Oliver nodded his head, but the bonfire was still a long walk from them. "Why aren't we going to fly in?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Because there are anti-flying charms at night so you can't just fly in, it's protection against Death Eaters," she nodded her head.
"There are Death Eater attacks over here?" Oliver asked amazed and confused.
"More than most people at Hogwarts would believe," Rachel pursed her lips and nodded her head. "So come on," Rachel said and began walking down the beach towards the beach party.
Oliver sighed looking down the beach, "It's not like I can see anything anyway," he said stumbling to catch up and then reaching out to grab Rachel's hand as they walked down the beach.
She blushed slightly as he held her hand, and tried not to lead him into any sand pits on the beach or any six's year olds attempt at a sand castle. She giggled as Oliver stepped in some dried up seaweed and started hoping on one foot shaking it off.
"What is this!" he yelled.
"Shh!" Rachel said, "Hold still!" she laughed and used her foot to kick it off his, "its seaweed!" she laughed again at his disgusted face.
"That is completely disgusting," he shuttered gagging.
"Oh come on you big baby," she grinned pulling him ahead to catch up with her pace.
When a rather large bonfire finally came into view Oliver stopped, pulling Rachel back to him with the momentum. "Are you sure this is such a good idea Rachel?"
Rachel looked at him funnily, "hey, I'm the one who's supposed to get the visions around here," she pouted playfully punching him in the chest. Then she looked at him again, "You wanna go back?"
"Hey Rachel!" a female voice called out and Rachel whirled around.
"Pi," Rachel responded weakly with the best smile she could muster.
"Hey girl!" Phoenix said hugging her friend tightly. Rachel let herself be squeezed as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "So how was England?"
"Scotland, actually," Oliver corrected from where he was standing with his hands now in his pockets.
Rachel gave him a look over her shoulder that read, 'what the fuck?' and he raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Um, great actually, but since they're hosting a foreign exchange thing, they had me come back and show Oliver around," Rachel grinned stepping away from her friend, wrapping on arm around Oliver's waist and the other patting the Quidditch Keeper affectionately on the chest.
"And?" Phoenix looked at the two expectantly.
Rachel looked around confused, "And what?"
"And the sparks just flew," Oliver provided, wrapping an arm around her waist and swinging her into a soft kiss, which she quickly returned.
Phoenix gaze day-dreaming at the couple as someone else joined them. He cleared his throat, catching the couple's attention and they slowly broke away, reluctantly separating from each other's embrace.
"Jed," Phoenix greeted with a smile and a kiss as the blonde demon wrapped an arm around Phoenix's waist, kissing her again.
Rachel rolled her eyes annoyed at the two, but Oliver then wrapped his arms around her front, balancing her while she leaned back into his chest to spite Jed. The thought never crossed Rachel's mind that Oliver might not be doing this for show.
"Hey Rach, good to have you back," Jed said with a smile plastered on his face so wide you would have thought the corners of his mouth were going to rip. "So, Queenie, what have you been up to?" he said attempting to make small talk.
Rachel was using every fiber of her being not to lash out at him for what he did to her. And for what he was probably going to do to Phoenix as well. "Oh, not much, but we were just leaving," she responded coldly, deciding that if she got out of here, it might be better for all of them.
"Aw, Rachie," Phoenix whined, trying to get her friend to stay.
"Come on Queenie, you gotta stay, we've gotta catch up on all that's happened to you since you left and some things that have happened while you were gone. How was your time in England for starters?" he asked with a slight glare directed at Oliver.
"Scotland, Jed, Hogwarts is in Scotland," she said annoyed. "Moron," she hissed under her breath.
"Oh," Jed said, his grin faltering for a second before it flashed back into an evil smile, "that's probably where you met your, 'bloke'," Jed mocked.
"Bloke? Please Jed," Rachel rolled her eyes laughing slightly. "His name is Oliver," she growled more menacingly, leaning forward trying to advance on him.
Oliver pulled her back into his chest, 'Don't,' he thought. 'I just have a bad feeling about him. He'll kill you if you fight with him.'
'I know. Jed reeks of bad vibes… He's smelly like an onion. And, new revelation, he's a Junior Death Eater now too, so now he probably wouldn't hesitate. Besides, I kinda stole you from their clutches and such and I'm betting they want you back to torture you for more info,' Rachel thought and Oliver tensed around her.
"So you two met at your school," Phoenix said. "I heard it's huge! So where did the sparks starts flying?" she grinned holding onto Jed tighter, but it still looked like she was just clinging.
"Quidditch try-outs," they responded quickly together.
Rachel looked up and over her shoulder at Oliver surprised, she hadn't told him to say that.
"Yeah, I'm the Captain of our house team, we lost our leading Chaser and Captain last year and I held try-outs because our Reserve transferred. Rachel heard about it and showed up. She was the best out there, hands down," Oliver praised.
Rachel blushed and thought back to her real try-outs against Ron, with Harry and Hermione watching below, she suddenly wondered what they were doing now, it was about 10 a.m. in Great Britain now, so more than likely, still in morning classes.
"What ever team I get signed for," Oliver was still talking though Rachel's mind was wandering, "I'm going to make sure they come back and scout her. She's amazing," he said as Rachel turned slightly, looking him in the eyes.
"Well she was on our All-Star Quidditch team," Phoenix reasoned. "We're going to die without her at the Vincentian Cup," she added breaking the couple's moment. "Ooo, but you'll do great sweetie," she added quickly kissing her Seeker.
"Worst mid fielder soccer's ever seen," Jed shook his head grinning.
"Ass!" Rachel yelled laughing a little.
"Pi here's a lightning goalie, nothing gets past her," Jed cooed kissing the girl. "But hey, stay a while, some dude's supposed to bring some shit, you remember the good times, right Rach? Yeah, so stay, dance, mingle," Jed said turning Phoenix, "Oh," he said reaching into his pocket and digging around while Phoenix headed back over to the fire to warm up. Jed pulled something from his pocket and Rachel tensed slightly, "Rach, show him around, I bet he'll love the cove," Jed grinned, winking and tossing the object from his pocket at her before returning to his friends.
She reached out and caught it flat between her palms and opened them up to reveal a condom. "Oh god," she sighed. "I'm sorry Oliver," she said turning to see him fully, "he's such a jackass," she looked down and them up again. "We can still leave if you wanna."
"Actually, I think we should stay for a while, besides, I think you should listen to Blondie," Oliver said referring to Jed, grinning at her sneer. "So what about this cove, hm?" he smirked brushing himself against her leg.
Rachel rolled her eyes and began stalking away, "Boring ass." She stomped about five feet before Oliver caught her arm and spun her around.
"Hey," he said softly catching the flash of anger in her eyes as she was stopped. "Relax, I was just kidding, I'm not going to force you into anything," Oliver said holding his arms up.
"Why would you? We're not an item," she smiled slightly confused but trying to know what he meant, moving her hand in between them. "And 'Pi' as Jed called her," Rachel rolled her eyes, "Is Phoenix Myers, that's Angelina Johnson's cousin that I know," she explained nodding her head.
Oliver looked over Rachel to the bonfire, where Phoenix sat with her friends chatting on a blanket and then back to Rachel's own dubious face. "So?" he asked
shrugging his shoulders.
Rachel felt a jolt of something through her system and was blinded for a few seconds, blinking rapidly to regain her sight, grabbing onto Oliver's arm for support. It was if her nerves had just been fried, her skull was going to explode, like she'd been struck by lightning.
"Whoa," Oliver said grabbing onto both of her shoulders firmly stabling her. "Are you okay? Rachel?" he asked concerned trying to catch her fluttering eyes.
"Uh, yeah, just a bit light headed," she said putting her hand to her head, grinding her palm, leaning into her hand as she rubbed out the pain.
"Are you sure?" Oliver said ducking a bit to look at her fully in the face.
Rachel nodded her head, dropping her hand to her side and smiling at him slightly. "Yeah, but I don't see the point in staying, because Angelina's engaged," Rachel said rolling her eyes and glancing over at Phoenix.
"Engaged?" Oliver asked confused, "To who?"
"Uhh," Rachel laughed uneasily scratching her head, "Viktor Krum," she said apologetically.
"Oh…" Oliver said trailing off into thought. "Don't you want to see you're friends?"
"Well…." Rachel said pouting slightly and giving Oliver the puppy dog eyes.
Oliver grinned and nodded his head, "Alright, let's hang around for a bit."
"Yay!" Rachel said with the nod of her head before turning and starting over to the bonfire.
Oliver just shook his head with a slight smile on his face, walking slowly over the cool sand to a stand by himself, while keeping an eye on Rachel, who was chatting with some of her old school friends.
He looked around at the amount of kids that were actually here. He said kids, because they all looked a lot younger than him, they were acting a lot younger than him, and well, they were kids. He wasn't surprised when Jed had told him that shit was coming later on, he knew what he meant by shit, but was slightly concerned when Jed made a reference to 'the good times' and Rachel, he didn't want to know what they had done in the past.
Some techno dance music was playing in the background as Oliver found an area that seemed suitable for him to be at, it was far enough away from Rachel that she could catch up on her friend's lives and not having to explain him.
But the glances she kept sending his way couldn't help though, not all American's were idiots, someone would recognize him, and if international news spread as quickly as they could dread, there might be some changes he and Rachel might have to make to their plans.
She looked up and smiled at him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear flirtatiously then turning back to her friends and he grinned, thinking that not all girls are different.
"They're all the same, aren't they," a deep voice said next to him, the voice was familiar, but Oliver could put his finger on it.
"Huh?" Oliver said turning to face a tall black man that looked uncannily like Pi.
"Girls, dude, they're all the same, they'll flirt with you to the brink, but when it comes down to it, they'll never give it up," he laughed.
Oliver laughed openly, seeming to agree, but struggling to understand. "Yeah, exactly."
"You don't remember me, do you Oliver?" he man asked.
Oliver studied the man, and examined his face, thin brows left bright brown eye open, with a hard stiff jaw line, large lips and a tiny nose. He'd seen this man before, but where?
"Damian Meyers," he said sticking his hand out.
"Damian, AJ's cousin?" he asked cocking his head to the side and squinting his eyes focusing on the Damian's eyes.
"Yeah," Damian laughed, "You spent Christmas with us two years ago."
"Right," Oliver said nodding his head in remembrance. "You and Phoenix flew in for the holidays. Shouldn't you be out of school by now?" Oliver asked recalling that Damian was as old as he was.
Damian nodded his head, "Yeah, but I'm Student Teaching here, I'm the Potions Assistant for Professor Kachinko," he explained. "What about you? Taking some leave from the Reserves? Get bench sore?" he laughed coldly.
Oliver laughed as well, but in spite of him, "No, no, I made First Team, but, for personal reasons is why I'm on vacation," Oliver said glancing slightly over at Rachel who smiled back at him.
"Ah, I see you've met Rachel, she's a feisty one," he laughed smirking, "she's got this fiery passion, on and off the pitch."
"Hey," Oliver said turning to face him fully for the first time, "she's my girlfriend, mate, back off," Oliver commanded sternly.
"Oh, chill, dude, but I just think I should warn you, she tires easily. She'll get sick of having you around after a while, she's gotta have excitement, something you Brits don't know much about."
Oliver breathed out sharply through his nose, "I'm Scottish, asshole."
Rachel looked over at Oliver again who was looking at her, and talking to Damian, Phoenix's older brother. She smiled and turned back as Jed came over and joined their circle with his friends.
"Hey, Why don't we go to the bay?" someone suggested to the group.
"Yeah!" some of Rachel's friend's responded.
"Uh, guys, I don't think so," Rachel laughed, slightly uncomfortable.
"Aw c'mon Rach," one of the girls said as her and another pulled Rachel to her feet and drug her from the blankets and the fire, and away from Oliver.
"No guys, I really don't want to," she tried pulling against them, but they simple pulled her ahead and began running with the rest of the girls.
"Guys! You could at least wait up!" she shouted after the girls, two or three of them were carrying torches that would be used to light the small fires set up around the cave near the bay.
Looking behind her, she saw the boys following back some, two of them carried torches as well.
"Hey Rachie," Jed said coming up along side of her, touching her arm. Rachel swore that it was wet, but when she touched the spot it was dry. "You're not going to tell Phoenix about us today, are you?" he asked with a slightly nervous tone in his voice.
Rachel sighed heavily and wrapped her arms around herself, "No, because there is no us. I'm sorry Jed, but I should've broken it off when I went to Hogwarts, but it's cool, I mean, you found Phoenix," she said flatly. "And I love Oliver," she added, surprising herself.
"You're completely right Rachel," he nodded.
"Thanks Jed," she smiled. "I'm happy that we could have this conversation."
"Me too," he agreed.
"Whoa," she said wavering. Her mind flew back, while her body collapsed to the sand in Santa Barbara.
Little Rachel looked around grasping at the small dagger in her hand. She didn't know why it had been outside on her porch, but the beach wasn't there either, just a dark morbid looking forest, she figured that the dagger had been there for her. Something moved in the brush in front of her, and she shivered in the wind. A figure approached her, and she looked up at it in horror. "Da... D... DEEAATHHH EEATTER!" she screeched and turned running but it grabbed her. She struggled against it, but more came, clamping their hands on her, holding her down. She heard a woman's voice near her. It was quiet and soothing.
"Please, let her go, only for a little while longer."
"No," a cold voice said.
"She's only seven!" she persisted. She received a loud smack across her face from the owner of the first voice.
"It does not matter. Now is her time. The Dark Lord is in need of her service," another voice responded pulling at her right arm.
"I'm so sorry dear," the woman said through sobs.
"NO!" Rachel screamed as there was a burning feeling coursing from her right arm through her entire body.
A voice sounded from the depths of her mind, "Shhhh, be quiet, my child. What's this? Your mind is so powerful, the energy within it! It's amazing!"
"Who are you?" she asked the voice.
"I am Tom," a boy much older than she appeared in front of her, "do not be afraid," he commanded but the only emotion that Rachel could imagine was terror.
"Rachel," Oliver pleaded where he held her by the lake.
"I'm not leaving you Oliver! I promised Dumbledore!" she shouted.
"I won't let you die for me!"
"Too bad!" she said shoving at him as she tried weakly to fight him.
"Go," he smiled down at her. "Live Rachel. Be happy," he commanded.
"But I am happy," she said leaning in to kiss him when his eyes widened.
"Rachel!" he screamed turning the two of them around so that he was standing where she was previously.
"No!" she cried out as a curse hit him in the back, blood began to trickle down from the corner of his mouth. Oliver dropped to his knees and Rachel sank soon after him. She then eased him down onto his back.
"R-rachel I-"
"Shh," she soothed. "Don't speak."
"I love you," he said coughing as blood sputtered from his mouth.
Tears streamed down her face as a bright light enveloped them both.
Rachel gasp as she shot up in bed, "Hermione," she called to her friend, but when she looked out around her curtains, she saw the brown haired bookworm lying dead on the floor, a bloodless death, but a death none the less.
"No!" she screamed jumping out of the bed and running down into the commons to tell anyone. "Help!" she screamed.
But then she saw the bodies, of Harry, Ron and Neville lying at her feet, their faces contorted in painful expressions.
Rachel began hyperventilating as she looked up and spotted Dean and Seamus's bodies as well. "Ahh!" she screamed as her mind jumped back.
"AAAHHHH!" Rachel threw her head back screaming and tried to jump to her feet, but swayed and stumbled around, talking madly to herself. She was trapped in a ring of fire, and she looked up as Jed laughed at her. Whoa, there were like twelve Jeds.
"Did you enjoy that Rivers?" Jed laughed at her. "Hugo the Great, amazing man, he invented Psychic's Nightmare, that little gel that I spread on your arm. Oh you felt it, but it had already evaporated into your skin. See it has no effect on me, I'm not psychic," Jed laughed cruelly as Rachel was being pushed around and laughed at by Jed.
He seemed to be pushing her in every direction, but the more she began to regain her mind, the more the "Jeds" looked like his friends, and her friends. These were guys that she used to hang out with, before she went away.
Finally she lost her balance and fell onto her back, and the real Jed soon had her pinned with his legs, holding his forearm in her face, showing a burn scar of some kind, then she realized what it was, a white skull with a snake coming through the mouth, the mark of a Junior Death Eater.
"You want one of these? You're going to get one," he laughed.
"Keep talking," she spat with difficultly.
"Why you little bitch!" Jed laughed.
"Get off of her!" Oliver shouted charging through the group and tackling Jed off of Rachel, rolling him into the sand before Jed punched him square in the jaw, knocking Oliver to the ground.
Two of Jed's friends came over and pulled Oliver to his feet while he shook his head, regaining himself, "Now you can watch," Jed said walking over to pick up Rachel.
She was one step ahead of him and punched him in the nose when he reached for her.
"Bitch!" he screamed backing off and holding his nose, which was bleeding.
Two others came over and seized Rachel, pulling her to her feet, "No!" she struggled.
Jed glared over at her and spat in her face, before punching her in the stomach, causing Oliver to attempt jumping at him. Jed grabbed her face and raised it in his hands, "Now look here, you little bitch, you can watch," he threw her head roughly and approached Oliver.
Oliver's head snapped back as Jed made contact with his jaw, making his forcefully bite his tongue. Oliver let his head slack a little, breathing out, he looked at Jed and spat at his feet. Jed hit him again in the side of his head, causing Oliver's brow to bleed.
"No," Rachel whimpered pulling on her restrainers.
"No? You want me to stop Rachie?" Jed smirked, "You're going to have to beg harder than that," he said turning a punching Oliver in the stomach.
"No!" Rachel cried.
Jed hit Oliver's stomach again, and Oliver let out a sound and fell to his knees under the hold of Jed's friends.
"Stop!" Rachel screamed, tears running down her face for her lover.
"Stop it, Jed," Damian commanded.
Jed whirled to see his mentor standing nearby, "Why?"
"Because, you'll kill him," Damian stated.
"Yeah, and I want to," Jed reasoned.
"You can't, the Order needs him, and the Dark Lord forbids it."
"Fuck the Order! I want to kill him!"
"The Dark Lord forbids it Flaraski, give them up," Damian said more forcefully and Jed's friend's released Oliver and Rachel.
"This isn't over," Jed said looking between the couple, first Rachel who had attempted to shield Oliver's body with her own, and Oliver instead had moved her behind himself, keeping Jed from reaching her. "Not by a long shot," he said turning his back and retreating with his group.
Oliver turned immediately to her, "Are you alright?" he asked trying to caught her eyes.
She nodded, biting her lip and avoiding his eyes by examining his bruises. She noticed the large cut on his brow and removed her over shirt, shaking the sand from it and using it to stop the bleeding.
Oliver winced as Rachel began to doctor his cut, "Come on, let's get you home," he said gently pushing her hands from his face and leading her back towards her broom.
Oliver picked up her broom and mounted it, "here," he beckoned holding it still enough to sit on in front of him. She slid back slightly to wrap her arms around him sideways. The fly back to the Rivers' Mansion was short, but it felt like an eternity for both of its passengers.
Finally they swooped through the open window and into Rachel's room, slowly dismounting; he placed Rachel by her bed and set her broom against the wall. He looked up at her to see her staring uncomfortably at the floor, but what puzzled Oliver was that he couldn't determine whether she was just awkward in the surroundings of her own room, or if it was him staring intently at the bruises now forming on her arms. The one from earlier that day had turned from a light purplish color to a deep blue, almost black color.
"Let's go get you changed," Oliver said reaching for her hand.
She drew back, "I need to fix your face," she said quickly and headed into her bathroom to begin rummaging through her drawers.
Oliver entered after her, but stalled at the doorway, flicking on the light for her.
Rachel grunted a thanks and then pulled out some gauze and peroxide, holding them up before setting them on the counter, reaching back to get some smaller band-aids.
He eyed the contents on the counter skeptically, and handed her a strange look.
She only shrugged her shoulders, pulling him into the bathroom and replied, "I'm not a medi-witch," she laughed sheepishly and put some of the peroxide on a cotton ball, "this might sting," she warned, dabbing the cut and wiping up the excess blood with a clean one.
"No," Oliver said drawing back slightly, "let me see your bruises," he said, lifting her slowly and sitting her onto of her countertop.
"Oliver," she protested, but he ignored her and lifted her sleeve gingerly "ooh," he hissed in pain looking at the girl's bruises. "Here," he commanded tugging at the bottoms of her shirt, she lifted her arms above her head, allowing Oliver to remove her shirt.
She reached over and picked up a fresh gauze and poured more peroxide on it, starting to wipe up the blood near his lip.
"Rachel," Oliver pleaded, pulling her hands away from his face. He pleaded with her eyes, and she blinked away tears, before dropping her medical supplies and taking his face in her hands, pulling it to her face, kissing him softly.
She pulled back and looked him in the eyes, before kissing him again, hooking her legs around the back of his pulling his body against hers.
"Rachel?" Oliver asked breaking away from her as she began to remove his shirt, tossing it to the floor and working on the button of his pants before he stopped her hands.
"I want this," she said quietly, now pleading with his eyes.
"But Rachel, you were just-"
"I want you, I want this Oliver," she explained as he still held onto her hands.
"Okay," he smiled releasing her hands and reaching around her back to unhook her bra as he kissed her neck and shoulder.
She grinned at she finally finished unbuttoning his pants and she pushed them down with her legs, and he stepped out of them, to stand in her bathroom, only in his boxers. Lifting her self with her arms, Oliver reached and fumbled with the zipper on her skirt and then pulling it slowly off her thighs, without breaking contact with her mouth before discarding it with his shorts.
"Nice boxers," she grinned as he pulled her off the counter top and into a standing position.
"Thanks," he said breathing hard, "got a rubber?"
"Rubber?" she asked confused while stretching to reach her shower knobs, "oh condom? Uh, top drawer, left side."
"You actually have your own supply?" he asked in shock.
"You never know when you might need one," she grinned and tugged at the waist band on his boxers, coaxing him towards the shower after he pulled a condom from her counter drawer.
"Mmm," Oliver grinned as he laid Rachel down on her bed. They had some interesting shower activities, just finished getting dressed, and were finally laying to rest before dawn broke on the front of the house.
"Hey," she called after he set her down and got up to lie on the couch next to her bed. "Where are you going?"
He looked at her confused, "to the couch, what if-"
"Oliver," she said flatly, "I don't care what anyone else thinks, just as long as you're here with me," she stated.
He nodded in agreement and climbed into bed with the Californian brunette, wrapping his arms protectively around her. After a few moments of silence Oliver spoke up, "I wasn't your first was I?" he asked.
Rachel tensed momentarily and then relaxed, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, you weren't mine either," he said easily.
"Who.. who was your first Oliver?" Rachel asked rolling in his arms to lie facing him on her side.
He sighed sadly looking into her eyes, "Angelina," he noticed the happy face she had been wearing fall slightly. "Who was yours?"
"Um, my first willingly? Jed, my first unwillingly… Jed," she said, disappointed in herself.
"Which was first?" Oliver said trying to catch her eyes.
"The unwilling," she mumbled running her finger tips over his chest lightly.
"Rachel," he cooed, pulling her tightly as she wrapped her arms around his back, he clung to her, holding her against his chest. "Don't worry about him anymore, I'll protect you," he reassured her, kissing the top of her head and loosening, for her to breathe and get comfortable enough to remain sleeping in his arms all night.
Then next morning bright and early, the reflecting sun off of the ocean awoke Oliver, and he grimaced, squinting his eyes, but then noticed the brunette in his arms and smiled, before slowly unwrapping her from his chest and sliding out of bed, heading into the bathroom and shutting the door.
Not soon after a bright and cheery Rayden sauntered into his older sister's room, standing over her. Rocky soon trotted in and crawled up lying at the foot of her bed. Rayne came in holding her cat Sasha and put the cat on Rachel's bed, allowing the cat to walk all over her.
"Owww," Rachel moaned pushing the cat away.
"Hey, wake up," Rayne said poking her before pulling her cat into her arms.
"Mom says that you can go take your license test today," Rayden cheered.
"Are you serious?" Rachel grinned sitting up in bed. "I've got to go get ready," she stated pushing her covers off and shoving her siblings to her door, shutting it after them. "Yay," she smiled heading into the bathroom.
Rayne exited the room and Rachel went into her bathroom, surprise to see Oliver there, shaving his face. "Oliver!" she breathed happily.
Oliver gave Rachel a confused look from the corner of her his eye in the mirror and continued shaving. "Rachel," she regarded, failing to keep the happy grin from his face.
"I get to go take my driver's license test today!" she squeal, leaping and jumping into his arms.
"Whoa!" he said catching her easily, but still somewhat surprised. "What's a driver's license?" he asked confused.
Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed, "You'll see…"
"I can't believe you passed!" Rayne screamed giddily as they walked into the house with shopping bags full of clothes and other things. After Rachel had passed her driver's exam, they had taken Carrie back home and Rachel had taken the twins and Oliver out to the mall. Oliver had a bit of trouble with some of the clothes the girls were wearing and Rachel had to drag him along more than a couple of times. What could she say: Californian girls were sluts.
"Yeah! Neither can I!" Rachel laughed as she held the door open for Oliver, who was carrying four of her bags, she held the other one. The smaller one of course.
"Okay, so what do you say about surfing Oliver?" Rayden asked excitedly.
"Uh," Oliver grunted under the weight of the bags, he set them down and reached, pulling his wand out of his pocket. "I think Rachel and I were going to watch a flick or something," he said swishing and flicking his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa," and the bags lifted themselves effortlessly into the air. Oliver grinned and looked over at Rachel cheekily and headed past her and through the large archway in the kitchen into Rachel's wing of the house, looking around and deciding to set her bags down there in the library area, satisfied that he had found a decent spot for them at the time, he'd take them upstairs later.
He smiled, turning to exit the room when Rachel jumped up into his arms, covering her mouth with hers. He grinned through the kiss as he held her weight, gripping her bottom in his hands.
"Mmm," Rachel said pulling back, "I got my license," she giggled.
"Right," Oliver said, he was still confused about the whole muggle driving thing, but he figured that it was some right of passage event. Shrugging it off he set Rachel down and looked over at her as she grinned at her with a mischievous look in her eyes. He had to raise an eyebrow at the look that she was giving him. "So this license thing, does this call for any particular kind of celebration?" he asked leering at her suggestively.
Rachel's grin widen, "Yeah, I guess it could, but," she said stepping closer to him, closing the gap between them and rubbing herself up against his body, smirking as he shivered in pleasure, "I'm not really in the mood," she said straight faced and turned, leaving him cold and walking up the stairs, the bags floating behind her.
Oliver's eyes rolled back into his head at her touch, how she did that to him he'd never know, but when her presence was gone he noticed it almost instantly and heard her words, inwardly cursing himself for letting himself get that, bored, and then letting her know so she could toy with him. That girl was a minx. Oliver growled and trudged up the stairs after her, seeing the faint light from the AV room, he moved off of the stairs and followed the light to the room where Rachel had seated herself in a chair, a movie beginning on the big screen, and Oliver walked into the room, and moved behind her and around to take the seat next to her. Lowering his body, to see that she wasn't even looking at the screen, he smiled as she took his hand in her own and he reached over, pulling her onto his lap, lowering her lips to meet his own once again.
Suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard on the metal spirally staircase on Rachel's wing. The couple pulled away quickly and Rachel jumped off of Oliver's lap and onto the chair next to him, fanning herself to calm her reddened cheeks.
"Rachel!" Rayden called out. "RACHEL!" he called louder, heading up to the third floor.
"WE'RE IN THE AV ROOM RAY!" she bellowed shutting her eyes tightly with effort.
Rayden came paddling back down the stairs and across the hall, bolting into the AV room, holding onto the doorframe to keep himself from launching into the room and falling on the floor. "Rachel, it's quarter after four, dad's going to be home in fifteen minutes and we can't find mom anywhere!" he said in a panicked voice.
Now, normally in the Rivers' household, Carrie would just be finished cleaning the kitchen and would probably be ordering dinner for them. But apparently she wasn't and it worried Rachel, especially with the sudden Death Eater threats on Oliver's life. That's why she'd taken him here, to get rid of this, but it just seemed to follow her wherever she went. Looking down at her wrist watch she saw that his was true, "damn," she reached for the remote and stopped the movie. "We need to find her Oliver, something's wrong," she said quickly standing and heading out of the room, her lover following her. "Rayden, get your sister and meet me in the kitchen," Rachel commanded quickly and trotted down the hallway and into the stairwell.
Rayden ran past her, through the end door that would lead into his parents' wing and eventually his and Rayne's.
Oliver followed Rachel down the stairs, matching her pace. "Rach, what's wrong?" he asked concerned as she began pacing on the first floor landing.
Rachel bit on a finger nail and turned, glancing at Oliver and then back at her feet again. "Something isn't right," she said simply.
"I can see that," Oliver said grabbing her by her shoulders, stilling her constantly moving body and forcing her to look at him, "We'll find her, and we'll find out what's going on here, right?" he said gently kissing her forehead and turning her, pushing for forward into the kitchen with his hands still planted firmly on her shoulders.
It didn't take long for the twins to arrive, Rayden entered first, followed but Rayne carrying the baby Raya who was fussing because she missed her mommy. Rayne was trying to shush her, but all attempts seemed to fail.
"Okay, Rayne, give me Raya," Rachel said sternly.
"What!" Rayne asked in shock.
"If anybody here can protect the baby better than me, I'd like to see you try," she said holding out her arms, and taking her baby half-sister, clutching her gently in her arms, Raya calming almost immediately, resting her head against her older half-sister's shoulder.
Rayne looked on in shock, but allowed it, as did Rayden who smirked at his sister's aggressive control over them all.
"What we're going to do is split up and search this house high and low until we find Carrie, I know this house is big so Rayden you take the upper wings of yours and Rayne's plus Carrie and dad's, Oliver, you take my second through forth floors, Rayne, take the second floors all the way across, minus my wing on the second, and I'll check the first floor, outside and the basement, okay?" Rachel said giving out their assignments.
They broke and Rachel moved across the first floor, starting at the twin's wing, and working across through the living room and back into her wing, to the pool and even outside scouring the beach, but no signs of Carrie. She heading inside and down into the basement, Raya trying to help by pushing boxes out of Rachel's way, but to no avail, Carrie wasn't there.
Settling on the idea that Carrie just left, unable to take her father's cold and aloof ways any longer, she helped Raya to walk up the stairs and opened up the door, the toddler stopped abruptly at the top of them, dropping to her knees and crawling over to a body.
Rachel froze, mostly out of shock, but then instincts took over and she scooped the baby Raya up off of the floor and into her arms, pushing the little one's head against her chest. "Muma!" Raya cried, tears forming in her eyes, and spilling quickly.
"No, Raya, don't look, don't look sweetie," she said tears forming in her own eyes as she stood on her tip toes to glance over the island to the dead body lying on the floor. Carrie lay face up, her eyes wide and glazed over, mouth slightly agape, in a pool of her own blood, several stab wounds in her torso and a cutting knife sticking out between her ribs. Rachel drew back quickly, until her back hit the wall, "Oliver!" she cried out, sliding down to the floor, holding the wailing toddler in her arms, and she began crying herself. "Oliver," she called weaker than the first time.
They could see Carrie's head jutting out from the end of the island.
Oliver heard his name as he was moving between rooms on the second floor, and he sprinted towards the spiral stairs, taking them two at a time, and running into the kitchen where he saw a distraught Rachel and a hiccupping Raya, who could no longer cry, because she no longer had the breath to do so, both sitting on the floor, and then Oliver spotted the body. "Bugger," he said looking away instantly, blocking the girls' view of the body and helping pull Rachel to her feet as the twins entered through their wing, having a perfect view of their dead step-mother.
"Oh my god!" Rayne cried and clutched onto Rayden, who stare at the body shocked.
"We need to get them out of here," Oliver said trying to focus Rachel's attention on him.
She nodded and gulped back tears, shaking profusely. He took Raya from her arms and handed her to Rayne who began soothing her as the twins moved across the floor.
"We need to call the police," Rachel said reaching for the phone.
"We need to get them out of here Rachel, they can't stay here any longer," Oliver said grabbing one of her shoulders and removing the phone from her grasp. "Where are your keys," he asked her setting the phone down on the counter.
Not twenty minutes later the group had left the house, the twins with their bags pack to stay at school, and Rachel had gotten in contact with the Headmaster at Santa Barbara Academy, Skylar Rolasky, and he okayed the kids staying until she found them some place to go and he even allowed them to bring Raya with them, and some of the teachers would help take care of the toddler while the two were in class. Rachel knew the school motto stood true: "It's more than teaching and learning: it's family." And especially now she really needed this to work out.
After dropping the kids off at school her and Oliver headed home to call the police. But when then entered the house, however, something seemed off. Oliver looked to Rachel, who charged aimlessly into the kitchen. The body was gone, there was no blood and the phone that had been sitting on the counter had been striped of it's battery cover.
Oliver looked to Rachel quickly, "we need to get out of here," he said and she gave a quick nod of her head, and then both headed to her wing and up to her room where they quickly packed their clothes.
Rachel was fastening the buckle of her trunk when a knock sounded on her door. She looked up with a fearful look in her eye and Oliver came out of the bathroom with his shaving kit, and nearly had a heart attack when Rachel's father called from the other side of the door.
"Rachel, honey? I'm coming in!" he said and Nathaniel threw open the door, revealing his daughter sitting on her trunk to close it, and the boy that had been staying with them come out of the bathroom with his belongings. "Well, leaving so soon?" he said casting a look at Oliver.
"Dad where's Carrie?" Rachel asked casting him a look that clearly showed that she was afraid of what the answer would be, Oliver could read it all over her face.
"Why, she's out at the store, grocery shopping, Hun. Now, why are you two leaving? I thought that this was a week long hosting," Nathaniel said.
Rachel knew that he was lying, she knew it in her bones. Carrie's car had been in the garage when they left and it was there when they returned. "Something came up at school dad, and uh, Oliver's family needs him back home, and the Headmaster said that I need to tutor some students in Charms," she lied quickly.
"Oh, well how are you getting back then?" Nathaniel asked looking at their luggage and the two of them.
"I'm going to Apperate us, sir," Oliver said.
"The both of you?" Nathaniel asked with a look of mirth in his eyes. "No, no, no that won't do, you go ahead and take the bags, and I'll take my daughter, King's Cross if I'm not mistaken?" he asked Oliver.
"Yes, sir," Oliver said through gritted teeth.
"I went to Hogwarts a long time ago," Nathaniel said with a grin on his face. Rachel and Oliver moved their bags near each other and Oliver cast Rachel a worried look as she walked past him and her father wrapped and arm around her. "See you at King's Cross the, Oliver," Nathaniel grinned.
Oliver concentrated with his hands on their luggage and Disapperated with a pop.
Rachel cringed as her father laid his arm around her shoulders and turned to her, "Ready Rachel?" he asked as he concentrated, and with a pop, the Rivers' Mansion was emptied.
Rachel breathed in deep, hoping to smell the coal engines of the trains, hearing the whistles, but alas, she heard no such noise. Opening an eye tentatively, she looked around in a dimly lit room. "Dad?" she asked as Nathaniel steering her over to a single metal chair that sat in the center of the room, a little more illuminated than the rest of the place.
He forced her down into the chair and suddenly her hands were bound to the chair arms by some sort of invisible rope, definitely magic, and she definitely didn't like the vibe she was getting.
"Dad," Rachel asked more sternly, almost angry as her feet were tied to the chair legs as well and she sat immobile.
"I'm sorry, Hun, but it has to be done," he said simply, a pained quality in his voice.
A door opened, but no light came through, inside she began to make out the figures clothed in black with what she could make out in the darkness as skull masks, but she knew, as soon as she was tied to the chair that she was in the presence of Death Eaters.
Trying to jump out of the chair she found that it was fastened to the floor by some charm and she couldn't get out of it or move it, she was stuck.
"Well Rachel darling, long time, no see," a voice snarled from the darkness.
"Uncle Lucius, how nice of you to join us," Rachel bit, "NOW LET ME GO!" she screamed trying to escape from her chair.
He chuckled however and told her, "No, I don't think that that is going to be happening anytime soon, dear."
Rachel growled, baring her teeth at all of them, in reality, she was scared shitless. The figures in the room were surrounding her, she knew it, call her paranoid, but they were Death Eaters, they attacked in packs, and well, normally circled their prey like sharks, she gulped noticeably. "Dad? DAD!" she called out but he didn't answer. "Rivers," she growled, "answer me damn it!"
"What id it?" he hissed loudly in her ear.
"Why did you kill Carrie?" she asked with a monotone voice.
"Well, I had to get you here somehow," was his reply.
Rachel tightened her jaw, "You killed Raya's mother because you wanted to fucking interrogate me!" she screamed and received a smack on the back of her head.
"Language my dear, language," a sugary insane voice scolded her.
Biting her tongue she asked the million dollar question. "What happened to Christina? Why did you kill her?" she questioned. "Why did you kill my mother?"
The group seemed to explode into laughter.
Rachel, now extremely scared and now angry at their ridicule almost shouted obscenities at each and every Death Eater in the room.
"Silly, silly girl," the sweet voice said once again, the figure moving in front of her. "Christina wasn't you're mother, but she did give birth to you're older brother, Richard, but they both died soon after childbirth, and the Dark Lord thought that Nathaniel and I could make a lovely child, bred in dark blood, raised in the ways of wizards, to be a Junior Death Eater as soon as I saw fit," she finished with an air of arrogance in her voice.
"And you are?" Rachel asked shaking her head, her attitude shining through as a mask to cover her more dangerous emotions.
The woman bent low and removed her hood and mask to reveal sleek black hair, "Bellatrix, darling, your mother," she said reaching out to stroke Rachel's cheek, but she recoiled, snapping her head to the side.
Bellatrix huffed angrily, "well, if you're going to have an attitude darling, I must punish you, Crucio."
Bright liquid red pain shot through Rachel's body, coursing the veins and the move she squirmed and twitched against the restraints the more and more she hurt, until she let out a blood curdling scream, causing her mother to stop.
"There, that should teach you." A few more laughs resounded.
"Why, why couldn't I-what does the Dark Lord want with a simple psychic?"
"Again, what are they teaching you at that silly little school of yours. You're not a psychic my dear, you just happened to be a very skilled Legilimenist," Bellatrix laughed shaking her head.
"What, I have had an older brother?" she nearly choke, feeling as if their was blood in the back of her throat. She turned her head over to her shoulder because she knew that Nathaniel was somewhere behind her, "What is it with you and 'R' names?" she questioned aggravated. When she turned her head back around she same met with a slap that forced her head to continue along in that direction. Snapping her head to the side, she spit out the blood that was in her mouth from biting the inside of her cheek and she wiped her head back forward.
"Well, MOM, since you'd decided to bright me here, you have got to have a bloody damn good reason," Rachel swore sounding like Oliver.
A flicker of a sneer flitted across her features before the door opened up behind her, "Ah, my Bella," a sinister voice called as he swept gracefully into the room, all of the Death Eaters around her suddenly seeming shorter, 'Oh, they're bowing,' she thought and realized that she was in the presence of the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
"Wow, I thought you'd be taller," she quipped staring up at him, with a look of utter defiance in her eyes.
He looked at her lazily and barely raised his wand, "Crucio."
"Stupid little girl, when will you learn your manners? You should have had a proper mother raise you, not a smug muggle in a wizard's house," Bellatrix taunted.
This pain was ten times worse that her own mother's Crucio, ten times didn't even cover it. The pain blinded her, burning in her eye balls all the way down to her toe nails, until she thought that she would die from the pain, it ceased.
Gasping her air, it stinging as it filled her lungs she bobbed her head, trying to regain her mind, but it was still reeling from the pain, her eyes rolled back as did her head until her head rested back on her neck, mouth open, facing up.
She breathed heavily as she felt her arm being grabbed and force around so that her forearm lay exposed before him. She felt a wand tip on the scarred flesh there, but she couldn't hear a word, maybe she'd gone deaf. Were her ears bleeding? They felt like they were.
Suddenly she was encased in light and throw forward violently to the ground, rolling slightly until she lost momentum and stopped, laying face down on a brick ground. She breathed in the scent of dirt, and coal. She attempted to push herself up, but was unsuccessful.
"Rachel," a voice called faintly.
She lighted her head, painfully with a splitting headache as all the sounds rushed into her ears, making her feel like her ear drums were going to explode.
"Rachel!" Oliver said skidding to a halt beside her, pulling her up onto his lap.
"No, I- I'm fine," she pushed away sitting on her knees, wiping her face feeling the thick copper liquid under her nose, brushing it hastily on her sleeve, and sticking a finger in each ear to make sure that they weren't bleeding as well and they weren't.
Oliver observed her carefully, he knew that her father hadn't brought her straight here; he must have taken her to Voldemort. "Where were you Rachel? Where did your father take you?"
"No where," she lied easily, it sounded accurate, except that her battered appearance gave her away.
"If you can't trust me, who can you?" he asked grabbing her by her elbow and steering her over to their cart, Apperating them to Hogsmeade to return to Hogwarts.
The walk from Hogsmeade up to Hogwarts didn't feel as long as it really was, Rachel was constantly checking her ears and nose to wipe away stray droplets of blood, she ignored Oliver most of the way, but she would have been too deep in her thoughts to talk to him regardless. At the entrance to the school Oliver held the door open for her. "I'm going to get some food, I suggest you do the same," he advised and walked away.
Rachel was too sick to even think about food, she could however talk to Dumbledore about all of this.
"Hey Reinheart!" a voice called from down the hallway.
"Get lost Davies!" BV screamed back, not bothering to look over her shoulder to see how close he was behind her.
Rachel was walking down the hall and her ears perked up, and she tried to listen more intently as she heard voices yelling to each other in the hallway. 'Wait, Davies? Reinheart? What the fuck!' she thought as she quickened her pace to find them.
"God you're so hot!" Roger exclaimed as he breathed harshly on the back of BV's neck, making the tiny hairs there stand up on end as she cringed, him spinning her around and pushing her violently up against the wall.
"Oh no," Rachel whispered and picked up her pace from a speedy walk to a slight prance to a jog, "not again." She ran harder, pushing herself around a corner on her left to see that Roger Davies and two of his friends hold an exposed BV Reinheart against a wall. "HEY!" she exclaimed getting their attention. She could feel the angry boiling in her blood, turning up from a simmer to a burn.
One of Roger's friends, Henry, released his hold on Bridgette and charged at Rachel, knocking her roughly onto her back.
"Urgh!" Rachel struggled underneath his weight as he pinned her arms above her head and straddled her hips, "no!"
Henry laughed, looking over his shoulder at his companions. "Look Roger, a two for one deal!"
"Not these chicks," Rachel grunted and brought her knees up forcefully hitting him in the back.
He howled in pain, closing his eyes, and releasing her arms, allowing her to clamp her hands together, and using them like a hammer she swung across his jaw, knocking him off balance and off of her. Rachel stood quickly and shakily, as Victor released one of BV's arms and took off running in the opposite direction.
Roger, holding BV's throat with his left hand, stepped back, pulling his knee off of her and wound back, throwing a right handed punch at Rachel.
She easily avoided it and grabbed his wrist, pulling and twisting it to break it with a loud popping sound.
Roger screamed in agony and let go of BV.
Rachel, still holding Davies' right arm, held the wrist and stepped behind him, thrusting her palm at his elbow, breaking that as well and then roughly pulling it behind him, bending it against his own back.
Roger cried out in pain as Rachel shoved his elbow upward, breaking his shoulder. She released his arm and he dropped to the ground in pain.
"You're lucky that I didn't rip your arm off and beat you with it!" Rachel shouted bending over to yell in his face.
Davies stumbled and tripped, running towards the Hospital Wing/
Rachel smiled triumphantly, watching him run off with his tail effectively between his legs. "So where's my standing ovation, Reinheart?" Rachel asked looking around at eye level. "Reinheart!" she asked looking down upon BV's limp form on the ground.
BV looked up at Rachel with tears streaming down her face and watched Rachel drop to the floor beside her.
"Aw, come off it Beeves," she said wrapping as arm around the girl's shoulders, trying to lighten the mood.
BV looked shocked, "Come off it! Are you crazy! Or didn't you see what just happened?"
"Yeah BV, I saw, but you can't let that ruin your life!"
"Rachel, he's been attempting to do that all year. He's been trying to rape me. He knows about Noel. He thinks that because I have a kid that I'm an easy ride, he's right, I'm an easy whore, I'm worthless!"
"BV!" Rachel snapped. "You're not! Sure you're annoying as hell Bridgette Viktoria Reinheart! But you're not worthless, well, at least not to Harry," Rachel grinned.
"I don't like Harry," BV yelled.
"Did I say that you liked Harry?" Rachel smirked holding her hand up.
"Yeah, whatever, he doesn't stand a chance with me. He's better off trying to hook up with Cho again!" BV said stressing the 'again' as she rolled her eyes.
Rachel in return rolled her eyes, "Don't talk about Chang, and besides he kinda would enjoy kissing you again," Rachel laughed mischievously.
"How the," BV started then a light bulb went off, "Psychic," BV muttered.
"I'm not psychic," Rachel said looking down slightly unnerved that she had been lied to. "Apparently, I'm just good at Legilimency, but no psychic me," Rachel sighed looking up once again.
"Oh," BV said quietly. "Oh yeah, Rivers, Harry may have enjoyed that kiss, but I certainly didn't. It was out of line, improper, and rude."
Rachel beamed, "Yeah, but you know you liked it. You want Harry "The Pimp" Potter," Rachel laughed.
"Pimp?" BV question with a look of bemusement on her face.
"Oh hell yeah," Rachel laughed. "Me, you, Hermione, Ginny, and Chang," Rachel choked. "We all like him, or liked in mine and Hermione's cases," Rachel giggled.
"Yeah he may have liked me, but what's up with you saying you and Hermione liked him. I never would have though Granger would go after him."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Its that whole 'best friend turned crush, turned big brother' thing. Same with me an Jed, well," she paused looking up. "At least that's how we started."
"Don't remind me about him," BV snarled as she curled up and in a sense, started closing herself from Rachel.
"Well if you're ever going to get over it, number one, you're going to have to cancel my subscription, 'cause I don't need your issues," Rachel smirked turning to BV and then back. "Okay, okay, but in all seriousness, you have to talk to an authority figure. A third party so to speak, two, you have to forgive him and three, you have to tell him about Noel," Rachel explained.
"Oh no you DON'T!" BV started getting fired up, "One, you threw yourself into this mess! I'm not talking to anyone! They'll try to get a lawsuit going, uh, NO! Two, he can't be forgiven just because he's not sorry and it was my fault for letting him get close! And I'm not letting him get anywhere near Noel Leigh-Anna," BV finished sobbing.
Rachel turned sideways and started shaking her shoulders, "BV! Snap out of it!" Rachel commanded, doing the only thing that she could think to do to pull the sobbing girl back to reality. SLAP! The sound itself echoed through the empty corridor, "Reinheart! Shut the fuck up! Nobody cares about your sob story but me! It wasn't your fault, he is evil and he will pay. Like my dad, he may be a Death Eater, but he's still my dad. Jed knowing about Noel just might be the thing that could bring him to the realization about what he did to you, to us, to countless other girls!" Rachel screamed throwing her arms out to her sides.
BV places a hand to her cheek with stunned eyes. "I," after a long pause she continued, "never mind. You're dad's a Death Eater?" BV asked in a timid voice.
"Yeah! I just found out too!" Rachel said annoyed the lowered her voice. "He killed his wife, Beeves, he killed my Aunt Carrie," she said slowly.
"I'm sorry," BV said quietly stretching her arm out to hug Rachel but then decided against it. "I know where you're coming from, my brother and dad," BV said vaguely.
Rachel scooted away hoping that BV wouldn't get all touchy-feely, "Yeah, whatever, Reinheart," Rachel said coldly turning away form BV and crossing her arms slightly. "I have to go. I have to see Dumbledore," Rachel said standing up.
"Yeah," BV said coolly remaining in her spot. "Whatever, thanks Rivers," she said grabbing her fallen bag.
"Don't thank me for anything Reinheart," Rachel spat. "I didn't help you with anything," she growled and strode around the corner and towards the headmaster's office.
BV sat there; she whispered to no one in particular, "You stopped."
Rachel had already passed the hall and headed up to the gargoyle statue which jumped aside as she approached it; she took the stairs two at a time, and hastily rapped on the door, waiting for Dumbledore to answer.
A faint "come in" sounded from the inside of the room.
Rachel threw open the door with fury, "Dumbledore, we have to talk."
Wow, I am truly sorry that it took me this long to update, I feel really bad, but I've been very busy with school and some other things just caught up with me. In the meanwhile, however, while I wasn't writer A Crazy Little Thing Called Quidditch I competed in 2005 National Novel Writing Month, and completed a 50,000 word novel in thirty days. It's located at under the title Queen of the Dead by the author wickedwriter916. I hope that you could read it to see that it really did take up a lot of my time, and energy, but it is my second completed work, and I'm proud of it.
I do however hope that you enjoyed this long awaited update, and hopefully I'll have more coming your way soon considering BV is nearly killing me because she can't update until I update!
And I just have to laugh at something, I started writing this chapter such a long time ago that the intro seems ancient to me..
And reviews really help!
Thanks you's go out to Beexyanca, FSl, BV, Nim-Silma, AvalancheFan, lunaristar, and Beauiful Enigma!