Fallen Angel
I know who you are, you know who you are, so let's skip using your name, shall we?
I know what you're up to. I know your game. I know how you plan to use the children in your school as pawns in your ultimate trip to the top. It isn't fair. Condemnant quod non intellegunt. They condemn what they do not understand. The students, especially the younger ones, wouldn't realise what you were doing to them. Children should not be involved in war. I will find you, and I will stop you. Until I do, the killings will continue. In fact, you should know of the next one quiet well. Elphias Dodge. You really should be more careful who you entrust with such important information.
If you are wondering who I am, you'll have to wait a little longer. Donee lucis relinquit oculis vestris. Until the light leaves your eyes, old man.
Torva.
Albus Dumbledore stared at the letter in his hands. How did this Torva know of his plans? How did he know which members of the Order had been told his secrets? He had to find out who this Torva was, and he had to have him removed. Just then, there was a knock at the door and in walked Winky. "Professor Mr Dumbledore Sir, Winky was told to give this to you Sir, as soon as possible. Winky knew Mr Dumbledore Sir was not to be disturbed, but the man insisted. Has Winky done right Professor Mr Dumbledore Sir?"
"No, no. Winky has done good. I wonder, could you tell me, what did this man look like?"
"Winky does not know Sir, the man wore a black cloak and a mask."
"OK, Winky, thank you. You may go."
"Of course Professor Mr Dumbledore Sir." She bowed and backed out, closing the door behind her, leaving a big black box behind. He opened the box cautiously, wary of what was inside. What he did not expect was to find the remains of a friend he had held dear, broken, mangled, and squashed into the box, with bits of flesh hanging off here and there. Another note was left with the body.
Torva left the last one. I left this one. I normally have a way with words, but you must have scared Dogbreath Dodge well. Luckily, I know how to make them talk. Silver does that to you, you see. If used properly, one drop on the tongue can infect the insides so bad the veins start to burn. It's all in my name.
Sequenti tempore…
Argentum Lingua.
Another one. Who could they be? He had to find out. But it could wait. For now, he had a lesson with Harry to prepare, and a Horcrux to find…
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The first Hogsmeade trip of the year came around quicker than most people were expecting. Harry, Ron and Hermione were out with Ginny Neville and Luna, on their way to meet up with Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle in the Three Broomsticks when Ron stepped away from them. "You three go ahead, I just need to pop into Diagon alley, go and see Fred and George about that voice changing spell."
"You sure you don't want me to do it Ron?"
"No thanks Harry mate. They're my brothers, I'm sure I can handle them." He replied, grinning.
"Don't spend too much in there if you must buy anything. Mum will kill you if you do." Ginny warned him.
"Sis, this is strictly business. I'll be good. See you later." He stepped into the Post Office and used their floo, taking himself to The Leaky Cauldron. The youngest Weasley male weaved his way around the shoppers until he was in his brothers' shop. He made his way over to the cash register and spoke to the young blonde behind it. "Verity, do you know where my brothers are?"
However, before she could answer, the twins appeared behind him. "Looking for us dear brother?" the asked in unison.
"Yes. I need to discuss some business with you." Ron told them, rubbing his arm where his tattoo was in what he hoped was an inconspicuous way, praying that his brothers got the message.
They did. "Ah. Come with us." George told him, whilst Fred shouted over to Verity.
"Watch the fort yeah! Come on Ron."
The twins led the way up to their flat, and once the three were inside, Fred locked the door and put up a silencer. "OK Ron, what is it?"
"Have you perfected those voice changer charms yet?"
"Yeah why?"
"Well, I thought, and Harry agreed, that they could be added to the masks, so that people won't be able to distinguish us from our voices."
"I see. Fair enough. The spell is 'Non Audieritis Me'. Point it at the masks whilst they are being worn, and it will work. Why does Harry want it now anyway? He seems to be doing just fine on his own." George asked.
"Yeah, but the only people who have heard him speak as Torva are the people who know that he is Torva. He needs it for when he speaking to people he doesn't want to find out who he is."
"Oh OK. But yeah, use the spell, and it will disguise your voice."
"Thanks you two. Can I borrow your floo?"
"Course you can."
"Thanks. I'll see you around yeah?"
"Yeah no probs. Bye brother." The twins replied in unison as Ron's form disappeared in the flames.
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"Have they done it yet?" Harry asked as soon as Ron was sat back in the Three Broomsticks.
"Yeah. Non Audieritis Me. Point it at the masks and it will work, apparently."
"OK. I'll send that to everyone soon via the coins and tell them to make sure it is done as soon as possible." Harry commented.
For the rest of the day, the group of the friends sat in the pub drinking and chatting, slowly being joined by their friends. None of them got drunk, and as Pansy viewed this as a bad thing, she suggested that, after dinner, they meet up in the Room of Requirement for an impromptu party. So that's what they did. They partied well into the night, until, at midnight, they all simultaneously felt the stinging on their upper right arm. They were all being called.
"All of you, sober up, quickly. We cannot go to his summons like this, and we cannot take too long getting there either. So hurry up!" Harry ordered, whilst planting the location of the Manor into each of the coins. Once they were sober, they all disappeared, reappearing in front of the Manor, and being joined by their fellow members, who had already left school. Hoods up, masks on, they made their way up to the meeting room, where Lord Voldemort was awaiting them.
"Last one in, lock and silence the door." He ordered. Once his command had been followed, he put up his glamour, encouraging the others to drop theirs. "I have called you all here, as I have, not only your wands," he started, waving his hand as 35 untraceable wands flew to their owners, "but I have a task which may need quite a few of you to complete. The families of Jugson and Gibbon are planning on defecting, and selling out secrets to the Ministry. This cannot happen. Destroy them, as soon as possible. Stop them from ruining us. You have three days." He handed them two files, with details of the families, including their locations, inside.
"Yes Tom. We will make sure they are eradicated. Let's go." Harry agreed, taking the files, and transporting himself back to the school.
Once they had all arrived, questions immediately started hitting him. "Who are Jugson and Gibbon?"
"Why does He want us to do it? Why can't He do it himself?"
"Do we have to do it?"
"Enough!" Harry shouted, effectively silencing them all. "Thank you. Now then, to answer your questions, Jugson and Gibbon are two brutes of a Death Eater. You thought Crabbe and Goyle Sr were big, just wait until you see those two. He has asked us to do it because of our names, Assassins. It is our job to clean up the mess. Yes, we have to do it, but not all of you. Disregarding their two sons in the fourth year, there is only four of them, but they are powerful. I will not send any of you out there until I have done what it is I need to do."
"What do you mean by that Harry?" Neville asked.
"This is what I mean Neville." Without breaking eye contact with his fellow Gryffindor, Harry levitated all the empty bottles, and set alight the record player, before ending his charms and showing that nothing had been damaged, or even tarnished. "Dumbledore, as every first years walks through those doors to be sorted, puts a charm on their magic, effectively blocking its true powers. If it wasn't for the charm, a first year, without any proper training, could kill him if they so wish. I am going to cancel the charms on you all, and I'm going to set your magic free. You'll actually find it is really easy to control it. Hermione, can you link their auras again?"
"Yeah sure. Aura Adiungunt." She went around each of them, again, and linked them all together.
"Thank you Hermione." Harry went over to the nearest person, Draco, and addressed them all once more. "Now I'm not going to lie. This hurt, when I did it. But I read that it's much easier if the caster has already had it done to them first. So hopefully, it shouldn't hurt you. If anything, all you'll feel is a twinge in your core. Ready Draco?"
"Ready."
"OK." Harry placed his hand directly over Draco's heart, taking great pleasure in the feel of muscle under the blond's shirt. He also smirked at the feel of Draco's heartbeat quickening at his touch, and as he looked up into the other's eyes, Harry noticed that they had become considerably darker and lust-addled. He whispered something, and everybody watched as their auras suddenly became visible, each one a different colour to represent that individual. However, each one had one thing in common; a horrible black and muddy-green colour intertwining it, effectively encasing it. "The second colour you see it the block. I'm going to break it. Finite Incantatem." As he said the spell, each aura seem to pulsate, before twisting itself around the spell trapping it. Eventually, cracks began to appear in the spell, and finally, they all simultaneously broke, sending black sparks shooting from the inner being of each individual. Hermione quickly ended the spell as Harry stepped away from the boy in front of him, so he could address everybody. "Don't fear your magic and the power you now have. If you do that, it will become out of control. Each of you has the ability to control your magic, but it will take practice and time. Some of you will take longer than others. But eventually, you will succeed. All it takes, is some will power. You won't even have to say anything. Do not broadcast it to everybody else though. In class, use your wands. Oh, and by the way, you'll find that everything you do with your wand will suddenly become a lot easier and more powerful. If anybody asks, you've just been practising."
"Won't Dumbledore realise the spells have been broken?" Katie asked.
"Oh yeah, he will. But he won't be able to do a thing about it. The spell can only be done once. Doing again would kill the person. He wouldn't want murders on his hands. Anyway, the real question is, who is willing to do it?"
Fred and George immediately stepped forward. "We'll do it Harry. I also think we should have two girls with us, to take on the wives." Fred suggested.
"Then that will be us." Angelina said, indicating herself and Alicia. "It will be easier if it was people who have already left the school. It's not that we feel you're all incompetent, not that at all. It's that, despite the fact you say Harry that Dumbledore doesn't know we're leaving with these," she held the coin out, "it's that someone, eventually, is going to get inquisitive, and start asking questions. Everything we do is at night, but what if the task we've been given takes longer than a night, and you aren't back before lessons start in the morning? People will ask questions Harry. At least with us, nobody is going to know where we are."
"OK, cool. You can do it. But leave the children. Get it done as quickly as possible." Harry handed over the files and the four left. "The rest of you, back to our common rooms. Let's get some sleep. Draco, Pansy." As everybody started to leave, the two Slytherins, and their friends, came over to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were stood. "I need you to talk to Jugson and Gibbon Jr, see if you can convince them not to say anything. Do what you must, but don't be brutal, and don't tell them they can join up to us. They're only fourth years after all." They nodded. "Thank you. Come on, let's go."
Finally, they left the Room and went their separate ways, the Gryffindors to the Tower, and Slytherins to the Dungeons.
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However, the Slytherins didn't go straight to sleep. Instead, Draco sent Crabbe and Goyle to go and get the two Death Eater spawn, which they did in record time. Crabbe and Goyle threw them into the room.
"Silencio. Sit down boys." Draco said calmly.
"Get off me! Oh, it's you. Why should I listen to you Malfoy?" Jugson, a short, stocky boy with brown eyes and dark brown hair, demanded.
Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at the fourth year's heart. "Because you would do well to. Now sit down!"
Gibbon, who was the complete opposite of his friend- tall, thin, with yellow-blond hair and blue eyes, and a fear for the Malfoy heir- did as he was told, pulling his friend down with him. "What is it you want with us Draco?"
"I'll let Pansy answer that one. Pans…" Draco stepped aside so that the brunette could start her questioning.
She paced up down in front of the two, twirling her wand around in her fingers. "Now then, we've been hearing certain rumours that you and your families are going to sell out the Dark Lord, is that correct?" They shook their heads. "OK, we'll try again. I basically know that your fathers are thinking of defecting. Not only are they going to sell out the Dark Lord and his followers, they are going to sell out my leader, Torva. What is it exactly that they are going to say?"
Jugson, who would never admit to being frightened of anyone except Pansy, looked her in the eye. "I don't know, bitch." He spat in her face.
Pansy slapped him, hard, across the face, before grabbing the front of his robes, hauling him up, dragging him over to the fire, forcing him to his knees, and guiding his head towards the open fire. "Liar. You wanna try again? What are they going to say?" She asked, deliberately accentuating her words, and with every word, moving the boy's head closer to the flames.
"OK, OK, I give in! Just get me away from this fire!"
"Why, can't handle the heat?" Pansy sneered as the other's watched on, Gibbon in horror, and her friends in awe.
"Please!" Jugson begged. Pansy relented and pulled him away, this time forcing him up the wall and jamming her wand into his throat. For such a small girl, she had a remarkable amount of strength.
"Talk."
Jugson swallowed. "Our fathers are going to name as many Death Eaters as they can, including all your parents. They are going to tell the Ministry where the Dark Lord hides out, and they are going to tell as many secrets as they can."
"What about Torva? What are they going to say about him?"
"As much as they can. That he wears a black hooded cloak and a green mask. They are going to say that he is a student here at the school."
"How do they know he is a student? What evidence do they have?"
"They know enough."
Pansy stared at him for a moment before letting him go. "Thank you. How hard was that to tell the truth? Sit back down." The boy scarpered back to his seat and Pansy followed him, standing in front of the fourth year next to Draco, who was stood in front of Gibbon.
Jugson, however it seemed, was not finished yet. "Torva is Potter, isn't it?"
"What makes you say that?" Blaise asked.
"Come on Zabini, its obvious. Potter and Malfoy have been sworn enemies since they started here. Now, for them to suddenly decide to be friends? Torva is a student here, and Pansy just stated that Torva was her master. I'm sure she wouldn't have just joined off her own back. She would have followed you, which means this lot have as well. If you've joined, they've joined. First joining up and then a friendship? It all adds up."
Draco looked to Pansy, who looked back at him, both of them surprised at the boy's logic. "How many others know?"
"Just us two. Bu soon, it will be everybody. Imagine the uproar if people found out their Saviour was a fallen angel? Imagine the money we would receive for handing over the name of the person who's been killing these Order members!" Jugson said with glee.
"I know. Shame you won't be able to." Draco cast the Fidelius charm on them both, locking them into silence.
"You did not just do that?"
"I did. What you know, you keep a secret, do you understand? Your parents will be stopped, but you are children. Harry believes children should not be involved in things like this. They are innocents in the War. As are you two. All Harry wants is to make the Wizarding World a better place, one that is not dictated by Dumbledore or Voldemort. You don't say a word, about any information you know at all, to anybody. Because if you do, you will make an enemy out of him, and he will make sure your lives become a living hell, do you understand me?" Draco raised his new wand, the one without the trace, and cast a spell over both boys. "Imperio. You do not say a word about this conversation to anyone. You do not tell anybody about the information you know about the Death Eaters, the Dead Assassins, their leaders, or their locations. And you most certainly don't forget about my warning." He lowered his wand. "To bed, the both of you. Finite" He cancelled the silencing charm as the two fourth years ran back up to their dorms.
"Was that really necessary Draco? They'd already had Fidelius cast on them." Astoria asked once the two were out of earshot.
"On his name only. That's something Harry wants. Anybody who finds out or works out his name, anybody he doesn't want to know who he is, must have Fidelius cast upon them. Even an Imperio can be broken. That cannot. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
They said their goodnights and made their way to their rooms, knowing that things at Hogwarts would soon become darker after the half-term holidays.
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400 miles away, in Western Wales, Mr and Mrs Jugson, and Mr and Mrs Gibbon, were murdered in their beds as they slept by four hooded, white masked figures. The Gibbons were knocked completely unconscious and their insides starved of oxygen, whilst the Jugsons were tortured, screaming, while their veins and arteries were burned, and the limbs dismembered, leaving them to die slowly, and painfully, of 90% burns and blood loss.
A/N: Ew, gruesome ending. Fitting, but gruesome. I like writing the scene in the Slytherin common room the best. I have a thing for making female figures strong and very much capable of looking after themselves. Welcome to my mind! XD Review, as always. ;D
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