Revolution Deathsquad

Rise over shadowed mountains blazing with power

Crossing valleys endless tears in unity we stand

Far and wide across the land the victory is ours

On towards the gates of reason

Fight for the truth and the freedom

Gloria!

Jenny

4/26/11

9:04 p.m.

"By all means, tell us." Lupin said calmly enough, but as soon as I said those words, I barely noticed it, but everyone seemed to shrink away from me slightly.

"Well, first off, I'd like to apologize for storming out of here in a murderous rage. I lost all self control when Draco broke the news to me. I was at the end of my rope. Anyway, Draco and I traveled around, and on our first 'mission' you could say, I killed the Minister and the Lestranges."

"Good lord. We had heard about it, it was in The Quibbler and by Draco's Patronus…but…wow." Tonks said softly. I immediately felt guilty again. Realizing that everyone thought I was still psychotic, I sat, trying to think of how to make amends. I really didn't want to, I held no shame or guilt for the murders, but I did feel guilty for scaring them all.

"Right after the full moon, Kingsley, with Brian as prisoner, attacked us. They were forcing him into being their spy and, more recently, their assassin to counter what I've been doing. Draco killed Kingsley." I added.

"I have to say, it was not at all regrettable." Draco said dryly, making me smile.

"We heard Brian's story, fed him," I added, making him grimace to the kitchen floor, "then followed his advice today and Apparated to just in front of the wards around the Malfoy's Manor. Antonin Dolohov and Augustus Rookwood were leading Mr. Ollivander and Luna out, probably to kill them. Draco Immobilized them, and in continuing with tradition, we only shot them once, right between the brows. Brian got Rookwood, who had been in charge of torturing him, and I shot Dolohov." Dead silence filled the kitchen.

Harry

4/26/11

9:13 p.m.

"M-my Lord," Crabbe trembled under my wrathful gaze. Rage was pouring through me. This filthy Muggle, a weak, broken girl had done it again. I had personally made sure I hurt her in everyway I could, but she was still killing off my Death Eaters.

"Who is dead, Crabbe?" I asked coldly. He swallowed, his hands a nervous knot in front of him as he stammered pathetically to the floor.

"The Malfoy's are p-presumed dead, the Lestranges are d-dead, as is the M-minister. We found Kingsley in the w-woods, and the Muggle was gone. And today…we found Rookwood and Dolohov…their charges w-were gone, My Lord."

"Unbelievable!" I hissed, standing up and pacing in dangerous circles around my chair as Crabbe tried to stop his trembling. Muggles were stupid, weak and pathetic. Why was this girl even more lethal than Harry Potter to my cause? "Crabbe," I snapped finally. "Take Nott and Goyle with you, and hunt them down."

"HARRY!" With a slap, I jerked into awareness. I could feel the sweat on my face, and not all of his irritation was gone. A blurry shape of Ron handed me my glasses, which I hastily put on.

"What now?" Hermione asked, looking concerned. "Now what is he doing?"

"It's mostly about what Jenny is doing. She's killed the Minister, the Lestranges, Kingsley, Dolohov, and Rookwood." Hermione paled and put a hand over her heart.

"Blimey," Ron said weakly, running a hand slowly through his hair and over his forehead.

"Something must have happened other than what they did to her at Malfoy Manor. Something else must have happened to her. She told Draco she didn't want him to hunt down the Death Eaters after she was rescued. What would make her act like that?" Hermione voiced faintly.

"And bloody hell, who's she going after next?" Ron dropped his hand and thought about what he had just said.

"I dunno, but she better be careful. Voldemort was sending some Death Eaters after her. He sent the stupid ones though," I added, seeing the look on Hermione's face. "Crabbe, Goyle and Nott. If she killed the Lestranges, I think she can handle them."

"Let's hope." Hermione said.

Jenny

4/26/11

9:15 p.m.

"Are you going to stop? I mean, Jenny, the work you are doing isn't exactly amiable." Bill said earnestly. I barked a laugh.

"Of course it isn't amiable, Bill. I'm going around murdering people, and so are Brian and Draco. And no, I'm not going to stop. This is less about me now, and more about what's good for the Wizarding World. I won't be able to help it once this war is over, I'll be prosecuted like crazy for being more Muggle than Magical. I'm sorry if I'm scaring you, but I'm not stopping, not now. I might as well finish the job."

"But it's so dangerous." Lucius said, looking concerned. I had seen him looking like that almost every time I saw him.

"If it wasn't dangerous, I doubt Jenny would be doing it. It's amazing how much like a Slytherin she is." Draco said calmly, putting an arm around my shoulders, making me start to smile again.

"How dare you!" Tonks said, looking affronted. "Jenny, a Slytherin?"

"And what is wrong with Slytherin, Tonks?" Narcissa asked dangerously.

"ENOUGH! Don't you see how petty you are being? The time has passed for caring about what house people are in! I could care less if I was in goddamn Hufflepuff! I'm doing the Wizarding World a favor in the long-run." I shouted, silencing the kitchen.

"Jenny, can I speak with you a moment?" Lupin asked after a moment of Tonks and Narcissa glowering, then shooting each other apologetic glances.

"Of course." I said, and followed him out of the kitchen, missing the feel of Draco's arm around my shoulders. He led me upstairs and into Teddy's nursery. The cutie was asleep, his hair lazily changing colors.

"Jenny, I'm torn. I approve of what you are doing somehow, but I still want you to try to be safe. I'm trying to be your father and doing a terrible job." Lupin started, and I shook my head fiercely.

"I may have left for a while, but I'll be safe, and you are being a perfect father to me. You'll have plenty of time to keep me in check once this war is over, or when I get to most of, if not all the Death Eaters." Something in his expression changed.

"That brings us to what I wanted to ask you about…Jenny, are you alright? You've killed people, so you must be angry yet." I stared at him a moment, then looked at the floor.

"Well, Lupin…this is why I've been avoiding coming here as much as I have been." I took a deep breath. "I don't mind at all what I've done. I'm not proud of it, but I honestly don't care." Lupin inhaled sharply. "Yes, I'm still angry, and I still miss them. This won't make feel any better, and it used to, but it never fills the holes anymore." I admitted to him for the first time since I told Draco how I 'really' felt. "It actually makes it somewhat worse…remembering what started my spree everyday, with every kill. But I suppose I sort of deserve it. I am taking lives after all." Lupin surprised me by holding me close.

"You just put all my fears to rest. I'm sorry it hurts, Jenny, and I'm sorry that you still miss them. I still miss a good friend of mine, who was murdered by Bellatrix and imprisoned for most of his life on a crime he didn't commit." Lupin ended slowly, letting me go.

"Sirius…Sirius Black. Harry's godfather." I said after a moment, and he nodded. "From what I heard," I started, trying to cheer him, "he died doing what he wanted, fighting for what was right. It was cruel and terrible what happened to him his whole life…but at least he knew some kind of happiness from you and Harry." Lupin looked up, and I was shocked to see that his eyes were wet. I hadn't seen him cry in front of me…ever.

"I wish I could say the same thing for the people you are avenging; your family, your friends." I looked at him a moment, then reached into one of the pockets on my jumpsuit and pulled out my battered wallet from when I was a Muggle. I still carried it as a habit.

"Here are my adoptive parents. My dad's name was David, my mom's Barbara. They look nothing like me, but they were good to me." I tugged out the photograph from behind my Drivers License and handed it to him.

"You were adopted?" Lupin asked in surprise.

"I think I told Hermione once out of the week I spent with her. Don't feel like you've forgotten. I didn't think it was important, considering I would never see them again." I smiled sadly at the photograph as he handed it back. I tucked into my wallet again without looking at Lupin, then felt my fingers drop the wallet as tears welled up over my eyes, despite my best efforts. I put my face in my hands and felt Lupin put a hand on my back as I cried. "They didn't have to die, my family, my f-friends. None of them and it's my fault." I said very softly, wiping my face clean and looking up to see Lupin with a concerned expression.

"Jenny, you can't blame yourself for being the random victim of a horrible attack. And if you parents knew the situation, I'm sure they would be very proud of you, just like I am."