Assassin
She's an assassin
She's an assassin
She's an assassin
She's an assassin and she had a job to do
Jenny
4/21/11
3:30 a.m.
We woke up early, all of our playful happiness gone. The need to avenge them all, to get revenge had not faded inside of me, it was a hot heavy feeling I carried everywhere, even in my dreams. We both watched the massive pile of supplies for awhile before I forced myself to go over to the pile of clothing. I wanted to be able to sneak around, so while we were at the military base, I stole some of the plain black jumpsuits that fit me like a glove. All of the jumpsuits had convenient strips of cloth around the ankles and wrists that could hold all sorts of weapons. After putting on a few holsters, I turned to the weapons. I suited up silently, then added knives, as many guns as I felt comfortable with, then all the ammo I had room for without being stiff.
Everything had to be muffled so that it wouldn't give me away. Draco only carried a knife and his wand. Both of us were extremely pale and seemed to communicate silently and with loaded glances. He Disillusioned me silently, then kissed my cheek as it faded away. We walked outside of the tent and its protection, then Apparated to the main entrance to the Ministry. With some effort, Draco Disillusioned himself and then we simply walked inside.
I took his hand and walked him down the hallways. We were both totally silent as I stalked towards the first office I wanted, Sturgis Podmore's. The Minister's. If any Death Eaters were going to be in the Ministry, they would come to the Minister's office sooner or later. No one was paying much attention in the hallway, and after a quick listen at the door, I opened it and pulled Draco and I inside. I could hear voices upstairs, but the first floor of his office was silent and empty. "Maybe you don't understand us, Minister." I froze at the sound of Bellatrix Lestrange's voice.
Bellatrix watched the pain in my eyes with satisfaction as she started towards me with the vial full of Veratisereum. I was backed into a corner, no place to go, sore and bleeding. The room felt like it was turning slowly around me as she began to draw out every movement, uncorking the bottle, setting down the cork…she reached for me then stopped, a sick grin filling her face. "Imperio!" She said, and I was suddenly floating. "Drink this. Drink this Veratisereum." Her voice floated over to me, and my hand started to lift without my permission. A tiny spot in my brain filled with fear and hate. I couldn't drink it, I couldn't tell her- my hand shuddered to a halt. "DRINK." I couldn't deny her voice any longer, I was forced to drink-
"Jenny!" Draco hissed in my ear, and I snapped into reality. Bellatrix and Rodolphus were coming down the stairs after the Minister. I bent down and silently undid a gun and screwed on a silencer. Almost like he could see me, Draco whispered in my ear, "I'll Stun the Minister, unless you want to kill him too."
"Immobilize them, will you?" I whispered after not finding a way to kill all of them without asking questions. They would hex me or kill me before I could fire one shot. Instantly, all three of them froze, and Draco seemed to read my mind; he lifted his Disillusionment charm on me, making strange expressions cross the Lestrange's faces, a mix of a sneer and surprise. The Minister just looked shocked as Draco silenced all of them, then plucked their wands out of their hands. "Bellatrix, Rodolphus. Minister." I greeted them all with mock politeness. The gun felt heavy and dangerous in my hand as I strode over to Bellatrix first.
"Do you know what this is, Bellatrix? This is what Muggles use to kill each other." I lifted the gun up for her inspection when her eyes took it in and all of the other weapons on my body. "I'll make this quick…did you help murder my family and friends, Bellatrix, Rodolphus?" I paced in-between them, itching to just end their lives. Bellatrix's face filled with a sneer. That sneer sent hot anger racing to my head, igniting my short temper. I turned and with only a tiny click, thanks to the silencer, shot the Minister right in the forehead. He fell silently to the floor, and I looked at him a moment, my head ringing slightly.
I had killed someone in cold blood for no reason. I had killed Greyback out of self-defense, and the Snatchers to protect my friends, but my first kill just because felt evil. I kept my face clean as I turned back to the sick couple in front of me. "Goodbye, Bellatrix, Rodolphus. This isn't for me, this is for my family." I shot Rodolphus first, and the pain and grief in Bellatrix's eyes (along with hate) replaced the guilt with a sort of sick satisfaction.
"Is this what Brian would want?" Bellatrix said, and I realized Draco had dropped his charms, why, I didn't know. I paused, my gun still pointed to the spot right between her brows.
"Brian is dead, you helped kill him," I snarled, but she shook her head, an evil grin starting to grow on her face.
"You sparked an interest in the Dark Lord, Muggle. Your precious Brian may turn out to be just as useful as you were." She started to laugh, but in an intense moment of rage, I pulled the trigger. With another tiny pop, Bellatrix fell too. The door opened, and a little flunky came in, looking through some papers, not seeing the mess. Draco immobilized him when he looked up in shock when I moved. I strode over to him, lightly took his chin. I scrutinized him for a moment, feeling the weight of my plaited hair against my back, with stones braided in. I could kill this man a million different ways.
"My name is Jenny Quinty. I am a Muggle and a werewolf, bitten by Fenrir Greyback. I was also a spy for a resistance group against Lord Voldemort." The man let out a little whimper in fear, but I ignored it. "Send him my regards." I said coldly, and then, like magic, Draco Disillusioned me. He pulled me through the hallways faster than when we had come in, and I let him.
I felt good, yet terrible at the same time. I knew Bellatrix and Rodolphus had helped, and that Sturgis Podmore was a Death Eater, and that he had killed people. All of them had deserved what they had gotten, Bellatrix especially. But her words were stuck in my brain. She had said that Brian could be useful to Voldemort as I had…what did she mean? Did that mean he was still alive?
I didn't even notice the Apparation, but suddenly we were standing outside of out tent, and Draco was re-casting protective spells, no longer invisible. He un-Disillusioned me and we just looked at each other for a moment. "You would be a great Slytherin, you know that?" He asked after a while. I chuckled weakly. Last time he had said that, I had slapped him full across the face.
"Draco, I just murdered three people in front of you, and you compliment me." I said sardonically. He took my shoulders, looking slightly pissed off.
"Jenny, don't you ever listen? I told you that I didn't care, hell, that I approved. I'm going to help you, no matter what. What you did wasn't necessarily right, but it was damn well justified." He smiled and I did too. He gave me a huge hug, and we just stood there for awhile. "Evanesco." He said when we broke apart, and any blood spatter on me vanished. "Come on," he said lightly, and we both went back inside the tent.
Voldemort
4/21/10
8:23a.m.
"What did you say?" I hissed, my grip tightening on the armrests of the chair. The tiny little man in front of me trembled pathetically as he mumbled to the floor.
"A Jenny Quinty claming to be a Muggle, a werewolf, and a spy s-sends her regards."
"And she was the one to kill The Minster and the Lestranges?" I said softly, in disbelief. I still had not known what had happened to the Malfoy's and the Muggle after they went out to kill her and never returned. It seemed that I had underestimated their weakness and her strength. Using only Muggle weapons, she killed three people in revenge, out of desire. The man nodded to the floor, trembling. I killed him instantly as my rage exploded. It was impossible that a filthy pathetic Muggle could kill my best lieutenant and her husband, the two most loyal Death Eaters to ever enter my service.
"Rookwood!" I snarled, and the door opened. Rookwood kept his eyes down.
"Yes, my Lord?" He asked calmly enough, but I could feel his fear.
"I have a new purpose for the Muggle in the cellar. A spy no longer is appropriate. He is skilled as she was, correct?"
"Y-yes, my Lord." Rookwood stuttered.
"Train him as an assassin for us. If Jenny Quinty thinks she can get revenge by killing my Death Eaters, then her boyfriend can hunt her down and kill her."