Bulletproof
are you bulletproof
are you bulletproof
sign sign you're love away.
are you bulletproof
are you bulletproof
How many pieces are you gonna come back in?
Lupin
4/22/11
1:08 p.m.
"Sacre bleu! Oh mon dieu! Elle fait, je l'ai fait! Putain de merde!" Fleur came running into the kitchen where most of the house was depressingly sipping coffee and staring at the walls. After Jenny had taken off, the house hadn't accepted that she had gone. We had nothing to do with ourselves, and I missed the sound of her clear voice coming from upstairs, or laughing in the kitchen. Bill stood up in surprise.
"Fleur? What's wrong?" Bill asked worriedly. Everyone had started to worry as soon as Jenny had sworn a murderous revenge, but hoped that Draco would talk her out of it. Fleur slapped down The Quibbler with a shaking hand.
3 MURDERS: THE MINISTER AND THE LESTRANGES
WHO IS BEHIND IT, AND WHAT IS TO COME?
"Good lord," Tonks breathed, staring at the paper, bouncing Teddy on her hip. Teddy sucked on some of her hair and stared at the magazine, his hair turning the sick green that the print was in.
"Could it be a coincidence?" Lucius asked carefully, as I seized the magazine and flipped through it to the stories page. There was a moment of silence as I hurriedly read through the drama and my fists clenched as I read the detailed information.
"No," I said softly, my eyes zeroing in on the words 'Muggle weapons'. "It was definitely her. She shot all three of them with a Muggle gun. It uses a kind of powder and spark to push a piece of metal at a deadly speed. It sounds harmless, but it works. Look," I flopped it back down on the table. The page was full of pictures of the bodies-all of them had a single hole right between their brows, and nothing more. Their wands were gone, and there was blood all over the floor. "She actually did it," I breathed.
"How did she do it? How the hell," Bill seized the paper, "Did she get into the Ministry and kill three people without anyone noticing?"
"Disillusionment Charm. Arthur would put them on her whenever she would spy. Draco must have gone along to cast any magic necessary." Tonks said sharply, looking at the article with a cold expression. Silence descended on the kitchen.
"Jenny killed three people, the most important people to Voldemort, but in cold blood." Bill swallowed loudly after what he said. "She did it with Muggle weapons, in the Ministry of Magic for Merlin's sake. If she can do that, how many more will she go after?"
Brian
4/23/11
2:16 a.m.
"Now you listen here, filth," the man hissed in my face, putting his hands on his hips, leaning down to get in my face. "I've been training you as to how put your worthless existence into classified areas, also known as spying. However, the Dark Lord has changed his mind." I glared at him silently. He hadn't trained me at all, he had just waved his wand around and made me feel pain I've never felt before.
His fist connected with my face, and if he hadn't 'magically' tied me to the chair I was in, I would have flown out of it. "Pay attention, you worthless Muggle." He said dangerously. "Now, we know that you can fight and hurt people…which will get you nowhere in your new mission. I think you'll find that your target is evenly matched, if not better than you."
My mind whirled. Target? That made it sound like- "Yes, I can see that brain of yours is actually working-you'll be trained to kill our enemies. There is one in particular who is responsible for three murders and is quite…formidable. Get up." He waved his stick and the invisible force keeping me tied down vanished, and I quickly stood. I had learned to obey anyone, and to obey them quickly. "You will travel with Shacklebolt, and carry these weapons. Listen," He seized my chin, making me freeze. He tapped his wand on a piece of cloth and it vanished. Underneath it was a huge pile of knives and a few dangerous looking swords. "If you're stupid enough to think that you can use these on anyone in the ranks…"
He seized a knife and drew it harshly across his forearm, where there was a dark skull tattoo with snakes coming out of its mouth. To my shock, nothing happened, not even a line from pushing the blade into and across his skin. But that wasn't possible… "And that will happen to anyone in my ranks, you understand? Good, you're leaving." He pointed his wand at me and I flinched, expecting the pain I was used to, but instead, my tattered and slightly bloody clothing changed into a plain t-shirt and pants, some kind of combat boot (black, of course), and the large dark robes everyone I had ever seen at the kidnapping wore…
No one spoke as a slight breeze rustled the grass. For April, it was lovely outside, with a deep blue sky and huge puffy clouds that seemed to expand across the horizon. The grass was still slightly brown from winter, but green was quickly lacing through it. As my eyes traveled further, they landed on the large piece of stone.
In loving memory of Jennifer Quinty
My stomach clenched, it always did. I had called her, knowing that she was home alone, and offered to come over, which she accepted gratefully. Her voice had been so full of life; she always got excited when she was cooking. When I had gotten there…seeing the large cracks in the doors, they had obviously been kicked open, then the kitchen, covered in blood… My only comfort was that, according to the police, that she had made two of the men that killed her bleed.
I wished there was a body, something I could say goodbye to. Something that could help the police catch the men who did it. Jenny's adoptive mother started to weep when loud pops filled the air, making us turn. A large mass of people, all wearing dark hooded robes and masks were suddenly surrounding us, having seemingly appeared from thin air. "Which one of you is Brian?" A deep voice said scathingly.
"Who wants to know?" My father said strongly, putting a hand on my shoulder protectively, glaring at these people as they came in closer, raising what looked like sticks. A shrieking laugh echoed around the sunny space, and it was definitely female, and definitely crazy.
"Let's end this, Shacklebolt." The female voice hissed, and then green lights were flashing everywhere as I suddenly couldn't move as two people picked me up. Where ever the green light touched the mourners: my family, Jenny's family, all our friends…they crumpled, and I could tell they were dead.
A smack brought me back to reality, and I stumbled only for a moment before my karate training made me catch my balance. I was suddenly loaded down with all sorts of dangerous weapons, they felt wrong on me. I felt like some stupid ninja from a crappy action film. "Come, Muggle. We're leaving."
"Do not fail us, Shacklebolt." A high chilling voice hissed as the man pushed me through a fine and elaborate hall, towards two double doors. I tucked the name into my memory. If I ever got out of this, names would be useful. An African American man with huge muscles and an ear piercing took my upper arm firmly as the man I had come to hate, the one who 'trained' me handed it to him.
"My Lord, I will bring back a body, if you so desire." Then, I was drowning, crushed in a black space with no air, light or sound… Suddenly, my feet were back on ground, and my stomach was rolling. A kick to the ribs got me moving quickly to stand up properly. "Stupid Muggle…now, what do you see?" The deep voice asked. I looked around hastily, trying to keep my face blank.
We were in a thick forest, and the sun was slowly going down, in a tiny clearing, no bigger than a kiddie-pool, and the forest seemed dark and dangerous around us. "A woods. Sir." I added quickly when he raised his wand. He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then lowered his wand.
"The young woman we are after is a freak. She is a werewolf, and don't give me that stupid look." He said sharply. "If you are stupid enough to think that they don't exist you are sorely mistaken. This is the only woods left in Britain that she hasn't been to. She's traveling with her partner, and he can use magic. She can't."
"So she's like me? Sir?" I added again quickly, and Shacklebolt smiled a strange smile that made my stomach clench.
"I think you'll see in time. Now, she and her partner will come out from behind protective magical barriers before the moon comes out to change her. When she has finished for the night, you will kill her, and I will get her partner." My stomach clenched tighter. If I didn't kill this woman, what would happen to me? I could only hope that the mysterious woman's partner would kill Shacklebolt, so that I could get away.
Jenny
4/23/11
6:57 p.m.
I let the Quibbler fall, feeling deep satisfaction at what I had done. At first, I would have thought that these murders would sicken me, and I'd back out. But thankfully, I hadn't, and was determined to get the next person on my list: Kingsley. I would have gone today, but my 'furry little problem' as Draco liked to call it was conveniently tonight. I had drunk my potion; all I had to do was wait for the moon to rise.
"I'm coming with you. I remember the last time I let you go out alone. I'll stay with you all night." Draco swore, putting a hand on his hip and glaring at me when I raised an eyebrow. I stared into his beautiful silver eyes a moment.
"You're more paranoid than I am. Come on, Draco, this is a place we have never been before-"
"Exactly. Plus, if we're being tracked, there might be agents here. Now that we've, well, you've killed Death Eaters, He'll want revenge." I sighed.
"Alright, you can come. I know this is partly because you just like the rides." I joked trying to lighten the mood, and Draco's flush certainly finished the job. I peeked out of the tent and went over to our weapons pile and pushed a knife into Draco's hand, then shoved one down his boot, then one up his sleeve. "Just in case…we should go." I said as I didn't move, and my closeness to him started to make my skin heat. I led the way out, and Draco linked my arm and holding his wand steady, walked me a little ways into the woods, and I stripped down behind a bush as the moon started to break through the clouds…
Kingsley
4/23/11
7:02 p.m.
The boy stiffened and I smiled a triumphant smile as footsteps stopped, and then a long eerie wolf howl echoed around the forest. I had told the worthless Muggle all about how werewolves needed a potion to tell them who they were, and I could see by his face that he was scared shitless. This night couldn't go by fast enough. I had caught Jenny Quinty once, and I was certainly going to take pleasure in watching her ex-boyfriend do it for me this time.