.Lost and Found
Part IX
Plots entwined:
Stranger:
A strange man crept through the alleyways. His robes were ragged and dragging behind him. Glancing from the shadows he watched as a slender woman slipped out of a nearby door. He stared at her waiting for his signal.
She nodded sharply almost to quickly to notice, but he had seen. Making distance at an incredible speed the gap was quickly closed. Acting as though nothing abnormal was going on the woman held the door.
When he had gotten through the door and stepped into the hall he was greeted with the screaming of an infant.
Perfect.
It was a good sign he figured. A good and healthy scream for the child should mean that it was fine, right? Not that he really cared; the child was only a small part in his bigger plans.
Children were the problem of only women. Finally the lady came back through one door. With a flick of her wand his robes were mended. This wand she gingerly handed to him to which he curled his lips in disgust.
It was not as delicate nor as articulate as his own but his was long gone. This one would just have to do no matter how much he hated it. Magic was magic and when you needed it, it was worth anything. Slipping the thin wand into his newly sown pocket.
The woman hurried off once more but this time towards the crying baby. He was slowly becoming annoyed with this woman. She however had the skill and authority to help him. She had played her part well almost to well. But that was not all she had been able to provide.
Time had run out for her though. No one else must know of this and since she was no longer holding anything to persuade him, she had to be gotten rid of. When she had finally returned with the silent bundle of blankets he had grabbed it away in a swift moment.
Taken by surprise the woman had stared blankly out at him. No emotion was displayed but she was knew in her mind what was to happen. She backed away as fast as she could, tripping over something on the floor. Another quick movement and the wand was whipped back out.
"Avada Kedava!" he shouted hoarsely.
The woman had already begun to sit up once more but now she was again sprawled on the ground. A sickening smirk spread across his lips at the sight of her limp body. Then he was gone, leaving the woman to be found by the Muggle authorities.
With a loud crack he was gone, disparated to some unknown world.
Another:
She sat in her study reading one of her immense novels when the door creaked open. One of her young servants stood just inside its frame.
"Madam? I'm sorry to bother you but there is a man here for you."
A man? Who would have come to see me? No one can get in! She was already at her feet, ready to face whoever had gotten through her guards. In the vast entrance hall of her home stood a man, almost unrecognizable to her.
He was just as tall but his hair and face were filthy. The long and normally gleaming locks were knotted and matted. Other than that he was holding a bundle of blankets. A baby?
He had never even bothered to touch his own child let alone another's. It was of no wonder her servant had not known the man. She was much too new to know him other than by name and reference.
"Hello darling, have you missed me?" the remark was sour and cruel hidden under his fake smile.
"How did you get past my guards? Or yours?" her voice was no louder than a whisper.
"Does it really matter?" still with that fakeness. He looked down at the bundle, which had taken to whimpering softly. "By the way I brought you a gift."
He walked up to her unfolding the blankets as he went. When he had finally covered the distance she had taken the baby readily. It had been so long since she had held a baby so tiny, nearly seventeen years.
She pulled out the little baby, noting its lovely blond locks no longer than an inch. She was so tiny, so young, but the little one was so bright. She could see it in the lovely chocolate eyes. This one was going to be very smart and attractive as well.
Finally she was able to look into the eyes f her long lost husband. "What shall I do with her?"
"Ah I thought you would never ask! Do as you wish, she is yours now."
"Really? I can keep her? Thank you darling," her anger and fright was long gone and had he been any other man she would have thrown her arms around him. But he would not stand for that.
He nodded and turned to leave her, "What shall you be calling the child?"
"Eris, her name shall be Eris Alana."
"Fine. The Prophet will be here in the morning."
"What? That won't do! You are suppose to be in prison and I have disappeared!"
"Do as I say or you will not be happy! I have received full pardon from the minister, while you have been away to have the baby. You had better stick to that story."
That was all he said before leaving to where ever he needed to be, most likely a warm shower. Once more she stared at the now sleeping girl and smiled sadly. She had been given a wonderful gift but this was a plot and both of them were the pawns.
She had to get out but there was no way. Her only hope was that of her son who was also at risk. The price on there heads was large even compared to their fortune. To put a young baby at the mercy of all of this was sick, but it had been done before.
He had survived then and she would survive now, but to what cost? Why had she been chosen? There was something going on and she would have to get to the bottom of it if there was any hope of saving her. To learn from her mistakes would be easy but to apply them the correct way was the problem.
Her knowledge and skill had not saved her son from becoming anything less than a spoiled, self-centered boy. Hope was a strong word but it required the strong feelings behind that. If she could do that she might save herself as well, but right now this baby was all that mattered.
Stranger:
He was pacing the room quietly. All would be fine with the ministry under the Dark Lord's control. The child would be raised correctly in the form of the wealthy and his wife would do as told. All should have been fine except for a few little details.
He had instructed for the child to be taken from the womb but when the other had been left he was infuriated. It would have been better for the other to be extracted and killed not left to ruin his name. Now it was going to be raised under that name if his sources were correct.
Perhaps the child would play helpful in the future but it was doubtful. More likely that young boy would be a burden. But she did not know of the other yet, and hardly any knew of the girl. She was of vital importance, hand selected by the Dark Lord himself.
Her blood met regulation, the purest of lines combined with that of Muggle. When the Dark Lord reined over the wizarding world she would be the carrier of his line. He could not fail his master, not this time. It was the final straw for him, his wife, and their lives. It was now or never, point blank.
A/N Alright I know it's kind of short but I'm out of material for this chapter! I could go on but you really don't need anything else. This is just to open up my sequel more so I hope you didn't get to confused. Take some wild guesses at it but I suppose it's not that hard to figure out really. Everyone mentioned is someone you know by this story even though we haven't met 'Stranger' in person yet! Or baby Eris really I guess you could call her new. She is my top character in 'Digging for the Truth!' G2g bye!