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Chapter Twenty Two
'Back for more?' her voice mocked
'That's not going to happen this time,' Anton snarled 'I want Hermione back, I know you took her!'
'Anton, Anton, Anton,' Ofelia sang 'I'm flattered that you think I'm capable of such a thing but why would I want minnie-me.'
'You tell me Felly.' Anton breathed 'but trust me when I say I'm going to beat the shit out of you at the first chance I get.'
'I wouldn't expect anything less,' she laughed coldly 'you won't find me though.'
'We'll see.' Anton snarled
She attempted to repeat her earlier move of pushing her consciousness into Anton, this time however Anton was prepared, this time he was furious. With a rush of immeasurable anger he put a large amount of power behind his shields and pushed them forwards slightly to collide forcefully with Ofelia's mind.
They smashed together with a surge of energy, Anton was catapulted into an open space which had barely any light and had a rough earthen floor, a scream of anger came from behind him.
Anton whirled around, across the barren desolate land Ofelia stood. She had changed from her usual robes in favour of plain grey jeans and a white t-shirt, her feet were bare and she strode towards Anton determinedly.
'What the hell am I doing here?' she demanded
'You know they say absence makes the heart grow stronger,' Anton shrugged his shoulders and adopted a relaxed pose 'I don't know about you, but I haven't seen you in ages and I'm Pissed!'
'You're not getting her back.' Ofelia snarled.
'The hell I won't!' Anton retorted 'you took an innocent girl, she isn't twisted like you, she has morals!'
'Well let's think about where I left those morals shall we?' Ofelia replied coming to halt a few metres from Anton 'did I lose them before or after Professor McGonagall was tortured and murdered, or how about the time we found Mr Weasley hanging from a tree in his back garden, or a week later when Mrs Weasley was ordered under the imperious to kill herself, tell me, was it then that I lost my morals?'
'We all saw those things,' Anton yelled at her his body stiffening up 'we didn't start betraying our friends though, what was it? You couldn't be bothered to guess who'd be attacked next so you started deciding who it would be.'
'It wasn't like that,' she screamed 'it wasn't like that at all!'
'I bet that's one of the reasons you killed Gia first, she was gifted at Legilimacy, far better than you'd ever be with your high IQ, I bet she saw something she wasn't supposed to when you and her were practising, then again though, I should think that you expected to be a good enough Occlumens to keep her out.'
'We were best friends!' Ofelia yelled 'she should've trusted me enough not to look into that part of my mind, but she did.'
'And then you had to do something,' Anton said quietly 'you had to make sure she didn't tell anybody, especially not me or Rhoan, because you didn't intend us to ever find out about your little thing with Voldemort, however you underestimated us. You never thought that Rhoan or I had the intelligence to see through you, but we did after all those months we saw right through you.'
Ofelia didn't say anything, she didn't move, she didn't speak, she didn't blink
'Where is she Ofelia, where's Hermione?'
Ofelia stared at Anton for a few moments longer before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she looked at Anton again.
'She is mine Anton, she is my flesh, she is my blood, she is me!'
'You keep believing that Felly,' Anton said softly 'you keep clinging to the hope that you're anything like that girl you kidnapped, she is innocent and good, you're dark and twisted.'
'We'll see,' she answered her face calming 'you won't get her back.'
Anton summoned fire to cover his body completely, it engulfed him in power and strength. In answer Ofelia summoned water with enough energy to match Anton's.
'Is this the way you want it Felly?' Anton asked coolly
'It's the way it has to be.' she replied dropping into an aggressive stance to match Anton's own.
'As you wish,' Anton returned conjuring more fire in his hands 'Ofelia Rengrag I challenge you to combat!'
--
The house was shaking slightly, the members in the meeting rose from their chairs and eyed the ceiling nervously.
'What is that?' Remus asked apprehensively.
Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something but before he could there were anxious hammerings on the door.
Mrs Weasley was at the front of the group that hurried up the stairs, the moment the door was opened the rest of the Order was able to hear the worried voices.
'The ceiling's shaking really bad in my room! And it's really hot!'
Sirius was running up the stairs before anyone else realised what it meant.
The heat was immense the higher up the building you got, people rushed up, with the teenagers unhappily forced to remain downstairs. The heat from outside Anton's room was stifling. Sirius reached the door first, closely followed by Lupin, Tonks and Mad-Eye.
'Anton!' Sirius called uneasily 'are you ok?'
No answer came, Sirius looked to the others questioningly.
'Now what…?'
Suddenly Anton's voice could be heard through the door.
'Is this the way you want it Felly?'
Without waiting to hear more, Mad-Eye yanked his wand out and blew the door from its hinges.
Sitting in the middle of his floor crossed legged was Anton, the white's of his eyes were completely red, his hair was loose and crackling with energy and fire skipped along his arms. In front of him was a plain bowl filled with swirling white light. He took no notice of the people watching him instead he spoke again.
'As you wish.' The amount of fire on his body increased and it was almost possible to see waves of heat radiating off of him 'Ofelia Rengrag I challenge you to combat!'
'You have to be kidding me,' Tonks said loudly 'what the hell is he playing at?'
'Dumbledore ordered him not to do anything like this,' Sirius seethed 'in fact he was told specifically to leave it to others to deal with.'
'Well it looks like he didn't listen,' Moody snarled as more Order members came up behind them.
--
'I accept your challenge Anton,' Ofelia snapped 'I'll beat you no matter what you try.'
'Pride is a weakness,' Anton reminded 'I though you were vehemently against weaknesses.'
'Oh shut up!' she said scathingly 'you're the last one to talk Mr Oh my Scar's hurting again, oh please make it stop, even though I can't be arsed to learn Occulmency!'
'Was that supposed to upset me?' Anton asked sarcastically neither one of them noticing they had delved into the realms of childish mockery 'I'd much rather be me than Miss Know-it-all.'
'Don't call me that!' Ofelia scowled 'at least I bothered to open a book every once in while rather than just expecting information to appear in my head.'
'Ouch you wound me.' Anton drawled.
'It doesn't take much.'
'Forgive if I'm wrong,' Anton said with a thoughtful voice 'but I was under the impression that you're beneath Voldemort, and that you have to report to him?'
Ofelia nodded her head slightly 'That is true.'
'Then why?' Anton asked 'is he letting you do whatever you want?'
'You don't know anything,' she snapped angrily 'you don't know what I've had to deal with.'
'If you want sympathy you're talking to the wrong person.'
'So,' she whistled balancing on her heels 'what are we going to do now, we can't exactly have a fight in a place our minds co-created that doesn't actually exist.'
'I would have thought it would have been dark and covered in bodies.' Anton remarked 'after all, that's what you helped create s you must like it.'
'Well I would have expected yours to be light and cheery,' Ofelia countered 'looks like we've gotten something in-between.'
'What exactly do you hope to achieve with this?' Anton said studying his former friend closely 'she's sixteen for crying out loud, even if you do succeed in influencing her to your twisted ideals she still doesn't know combat, or battles or proper fighting spells.'
'I'll teach her,' Ofelia replied scathingly 'after all I was labelled as an exceptional pupil and you wouldn't have got half the grades you did without my help.'
'Oh there's one more thing I wanted to ask you,' Anton continued ignoring Ofelia's comment 'is why Voldemort let you join him when you are in fact, muggle born.'
She glared at Anton 'that is none of your business.'
'Was it worth it,' Anton said with a curious air 'killing all those muggle's and muggleborns?'
'You knew?' she choked out in surprise.
'Of course,' Anton answered 'I wasn't not going to take the time to catch up on what an old friend was up to.'
'Looks like you didn't catch up properly' Ofelia replied putting Anton on edge with a smirk.
'What's that supposed to mean?' Anton asked warily.
'What happened to your Godson Anton? What happened to little Teddy?' she taunted.
A wave of pure fury enveloped Anton 'Of course I remember!' he snarled 'you killed him on his fourth birthday!'
'Are you sure?' she said politely 'you of all people should know that things aren't always what they seem.'
Flashback
A group of wizards huddled in a little room, Anton and Rhoan were there, Ginny had been killed a year before. Teddy was sitting at a seat holding a balloon his face was shining with excitement as he looked at his simple homemade cake. His parents had both been killed when he was only four months old and Anton had taken custody of the small child though he had often stayed with the Weasley's before they had been murdered.
'Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Teddy, Happy Birthday to you!' they sang enjoying the moment of pure innocence.
Teddy clapped his small hands in excitement and blew the minute floating balls of flame out to applause.
'Did you make a wish?' Anton asked laughing
'I can't tell you!' Teddy said scandalised 'then it won't come true!'
'If you whisper maybe it won't matter,' Anton suggested.
'Nu uh.' Teddy shook his small head and blue hair fell into his eyes 'you're not sup'ose to!'
'Will you tell me if I TICKLE YOU!' Anton cried jumping on his Godson who squealed with laughter
A shuddering crash hit the door to the room and it was jerked from the frame, yells of fright and worry filled the air as people scrabbled for their wands to fend off the attackers pouring through the door. Anton grabbed Teddy and held him tight with one arm while drawing his wand with the other. Rhoan appeared at his side holing both his sword and his wand, the sword already had a streak of red on it.
'They have us surrounded,' he muttered to Anton 'at least three to every one.'
'Can we get out?' Anton asked relying on his friend.
'There's a weakness in the south barrier,' Rhoan replied channelling strong winds from the tip of his blade at the Death Eaters who had managed to get into the room 'between us we can take at least twenty each out.'
'Make it ten for me,' Anton said quickly 'with Teddy I can't fight as well.'
'That's still thirty,' Rhoan dismissed 'as long as the traitor doesn't show her face the majority of us will be able to get away.'
'I'll hold you to that,' Anton snarled shooting Avada Kedavra at a nearby follower and at the same time adjusting his grip on Teddy who had fallen silent as he recognised the need for concentration. His face stared timidly out from where it was buried in Anton's shoulder and he clutched a worn rabbit to his chest.
Close by their people were fighting tooth and nail to gain the upper hand, Anton looked just long enough to see a worn and scarred Kingsley take down three Death Eaters before he and Rhoan began their own battle from the fray.
'Avada Kedavra!' Anton yelled hitting another masked figure who was barring the way the South of the room.
Rhoan created a small tornado and threw it forcefully at the bare wall, it exploded against the wall smashing a hole into the brickwork and taking a couple of Death Eaters with it. They ran to it closely followed by their comrades, it was predictably dark outside and both Anton and Rhoan adjusted their eyes to see clearly.
The remaining members of the Order, totalling only seven, pulled portkeys from their robes as they ran to the weakness in the barrier.
'Anton!' Hestia Jones yelled as she drew level with him 'we're heading back!'
Anton looked down at his small charge, whose eyes flickered back at him filled with fear, then he looked back at Hestia.
'Will you take Teddy? He'll be safer there than in the thick of it'
'NO!' Teddy shouted 'I wanna stay with you and Rho Rho, A'ton.'
'Don't worry Teddy,' Anton soothed quickly 'we'll be back soon and then we can sing to you again.'
'Promise you'll come back.' Teddy said fixing him with a stern glare.
'When have I ever let you down?' Anton asked disentangling his small arms and passing him to the witch.
'Be careful now,' she warned 'this is going to be a bloody battle.'
She ran off holding his Godson, Anton turned back to Rhoan and drew his sword with an ominous screech.
'Let's fight,' he snarled
His eyes shinning with anger, anticipation and excitement Rhoan twirled his sword
'I thought you'd never say it brother.'
--
Three quarters of an hour later, they disaparated to their safe house, tired but pleased with the dent they had made to the Death Eaters.
The safe house had three rooms, there was a kitchen which led to a small living room which was then connected to the bedroom. All the rooms were old fashioned and damaged by war, but they were serviceable.
What met their eyes as they arrived in the kitchen was instant destruction. Broken dishes were scattered across the ancient linoleum which was drenched in water. At the rickety table a body recognisable as Fleur Delacour was slumped. Both men looked at each in dread as they tightened the grips on their wands, crossing the room, Rhoan hesitantly pushed open the door.
It was obvious they had been taken unaware, further devastation followed and lying on the floor and on the broken settee's were five bodies, one was Kingsley and another was McGonagall. Anton felt sheer terror overcome him as he thought of Teddy. He reached tentatively for the last door and pushed it open.
In the middle of the sodden floor lay the body of Hestia, her wand was close to her slack hand. Anton felt the breath leave his body as he looked at the ruin in front of him, the tiny bed that Teddy used was a burnt husk, the remains of which had folded in on itself, next to it small shoes that Anton recognised as Teddy's were neatly lined up as if he had taken them of before going to sleep.
On the wall above the charred remnants was the message:
Those who oppose, die,
You're on your own now old friends
Have fun
Felly x
Anton gasped in pain and turned to a stricken Rhoan who couldn't tear his eyes away.
'I promised him!' Anton screamed in pain 'I've failed my Godson and I've failed his parents, I promised to keep him safe!'
'She'll pay for this,' Rhoan vowed but in his heart he knew it wasn't enough. The Order was dead. Their families were dead. And soon so would they be.
--
'What do you mean?' Anton asked his voice choked 'what did you do?'
'Little boys are meant to be seen and not hear,' Ofelia said simply 'since you couldn't look after him properly I took over.'
'You didn't kill him?' Anton asked feeling faint.
'How could I kill such an angel?' Ofelia enquired 'after all he was the one who named me Felly.'
'Where is he?' Anton demanded stepping closer to her 'Where's my Godson!'
'Wouldn't you like to know,' her eyes glinted with malice 'I never wanted it to come to this, us on opposite sides. I never expected us to be enemies and me a Voldemort supporter.'
'Then why are you?' Anton snapped his temper tested to its limits.
'I thought…' she trailed off.
'YES!' Anton shouted.
'I thought I could bring Voldemort down from the inside, I thought I was doing the right thing by joining, I thought I'd be able to help people but…'
'Once you got in it sucked you even further in.' Anton guessed.
'He made me kill someone,' Ofelia gazed at Anton 'either I killed them or he killed me, and then it was someone else, and they all got mixed up with each other and one more death didn't seem to matter.'
'You didn't have to kill them,' Anton seethed 'I would've given my life rather than take another innocent one, you can say you were forced, but Voldemort only made you kill so many after that you began murdering by choice!'
'Maybe I did,' she agreed 'but I made my choice in the war and you made yours, now I'm on my path I'm stuck, I want you to kill Voldemort but only because that'll leave a space for me to rule in.'
'You are a real nasty piece of work.' Anton spat in anger 'But I promise you I won't let you corrupt Hermione and I won't let you have my Godson, if he's even here.'
'He's here,' she replied 'I just so happened to be holding him when Fate sent me back.'
'I'm going to get him back,' Anton vowed.
'Ten minutes ago you thought he was dead,' she scowled 'he's lasted long enough without you as it is.'
She clicked her fingers and a foggy mirror came into existence.
Smirking she clicked her fingers again and like a screen an image flickered on.
--
Hermione huddled in a cell desperately trying to keep warm. The room was cold and dark and like all good cells it was made from thick old stone with a heavy door.
She was damp to due to the humidity and moisture that clung to the air. Trickles of water were running down the walls making it impossible for her to lean on, her jeans and t-shirt were wet through and clammy and her hair was lank and wet against her face.
Tears ran down her face and blurred her eyes as she thought of her parents, she didn't know if they were even alive. They had been taken by surprise. The doorbell had rung quite suddenly while they had all been sitting in the living room watching TV, her father had frowned at the lateness of the hour and had gone to answer the door while at the same time muttering to Hermione's mother that there had better be a damn good reason why they were knocking on his door and it had better not be another doors salesman.
Hermione and her mother had both turned back to watching the television. They had heard him opening the door and his confused voice asking what they wanted. Low murmuring had leaked through the door into the living room and her mother had stood up curious as to what was happening, a loud explosion had her running to the door, she flung it open and Hermione was immediately on her feet as she saw her father being propelled backwards into a large vase which smashed loudly against the floor as her father hit it.
The window behind her had been blown open and her mother screamed seconds before she was hit with a curse. Hermione had run to the kitchen to retrieve her wand not even seeing who her attackers were, just realising that they were dark wizards.
She made it to the kitchen table with the screams of her parents loud in her ears, spotting her wand she lunged for it, but she was seconds to late. She never heard the spell being said nevertheless the stunner had dropped her to the floor instantly.
She had woken in this cell alone and scared. The breath caught in her tired throat as the handle to the door rattled open.
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