Info: Sequel to "Shadows swallow."
Spoilers then.
Characters: a bit 'all
Rating: NC-17
walked along the streets of the small town of wizards, taking care not being seen from the figure that was stalking.
Hogsmeade was a decent floor, after the carnage caused by Death Eaters.
For a couple of weeks the population had been captivated by a dictatorial regime. Voldemort wanted to observe a curfew had been transformed from a prison to house in an almost necessary when, his followers - almost boring - had begun to challenge one another.
had lasted only two weeks, but had been enough for people to taste the horror that Voldemort wanted to build a life. The host of the Hog's Head had been enslaved in his own inn, forced to serve the Death Eaters who gathered between shifts and the other, drinking and talking of the murders were committed as chess competitions.
Disgusted, but very careful not to irritate them, the few magicians who still had the courage to turn down the street had begun to disguise themselves. After the possible origins Muggle documents, it had been to disguise the true appearance. He drove around the voice that a Death Eater had justified the murder of a woman with her being "too similar to a Muggle."
Whatever the reason for his death, her husband found her lying on the snowy street, with wide eyes fixed against the gray sky.
All these things were sapute through the pages of the Quibbler, when the headquarters of the Daily Prophet had been destroyed soon after the Ministry. During those last two weeks of terror, even the pages of the Quibbler had become unavailable, absolutely outlaws.
All of these things, Xavier Jacques had learned from the conversations of the inn, but above all by a wheel, a simple piece of paper, chased by squad of Death Eaters patrolling throughout Hogsmeade. That day he risked big, Xavier Jacques. Just returned from France, had nearly died on the streets of Hogsmeade that was that both the failure and that he chose to visit first.
anger toward his parents for keeping him in the dark about what was happening in the world of magic, had flared up in him, making him feel the feverish desire to Nantes to send a copy of those papers ... an excerpt of those horrors. Lost in his imprecations to be sent overseas, Xavier was almost finished in the arms of a patrol of Death Eaters.
"There are rumors true, I assure you! "Was trying to defend a seller.
"Very well, if you have a clear conscience will not be afraid to let us in for inspection. "The right foot
Xavier had a crumpled sheet, leaning on a stretch of dry pavement dramatically. Taking care not to attract the attention of the hooded figures in front of him, he looked down. "Last Gleaming the Order of the Phoenix," said a sign.
Slowly he bent to lift the sheet of paper, while two of the Death Eaters pushing the trader in its exercise. The rise, Xavier Jacques had let out a moan. The pneumonia that had struck him, and that led him to the edge of death, leaving traces of itself.
"Problems? "Asked the Death Eater had remained outside the store.
"No, sir ..." he was secretly hidden package behind his back.
At that point, a quick boy - guilty only of not having seen the Death Eaters - had they snatched from his hand and unfortunately both shouted. "It 's him, I found a copy. "The eyes of the Death Eaters had
gleam under the black hood.
had approached Jacques. "What was in his hand? What has brought back the back? "The moment
challenged his wand under his coat, he realized Jacques to sign his own condemnation to banditry, the drain forever.
"You know that we are searching a merchant guilty of having printed a leaflet outlaw? "
was already guilty?
"What is your name, sir? "
" Jacques, Jacques Xavier. I arrived today from France, after a long convalescence. "
" Jacques? Son of the illustrious Professor Jacques? "
" Yes, sir. "
" Very well, I wish you a good day. "The attitude of the Death Eaters was completely transformed.
"To you, Lord. "
It was difficult to continue on that road without looking into the window of the poor seller, especially when a voice was leaking from that building. "Avada Kedavra. "
Xavier Jacques had his eyes shut, while the laughter of the Death Eaters bounced in his head. He could not help but imagine the same scene - although he probably would never have arisen - but with a different name for the victim. The name and person of his mother, guilty of being a half-breed. But it would never happen, because the good name and profession awarded the father protected them all.
So why, he wondered, had not informed the parents that the situation was precipitated in England? Why? Why they left only to return to Scotland?
If it was then asked, unable to find an answer, until such time as it stopped near a lamppost, attracted by a disgusting spectacle. A group of Death Eaters - evidently got out of their patrol shift - were from head to foot a large class of very young girls decimated.
have not had even ten years.
Jacques had attended a school there to Hogsmeade Preparatory Academy of Hogwarts, during the three years that his father had spent in England as a researcher and teacher.
He recognized the uniforms.
Eaters were not talking about the uniforms.
"Too bad that they are all daughters of magicians. "
" Come on, do not just those that you can enjoy in Azkaban? "
" It 's just that if would like to bring! "Another commented on the group.
"I do not come over, you know. Since Lord Voldemort has captured the boys so loyal to Dumbledore. "
" Well, it's no wonder that wants to focus on Harry Potter. That he managed to escape at least five times! "
" It's not just him. It is fixed on the other brats Hogwarts Lucius that brought him together with him. "
" Do not argue Voldemort's orders, even when you're away from him. "
" I know, I know ... what do you think we care about life? "
" Especially because it could decide to treat yourself to one of his prisoners, when you will be tired of them, right? "
" No, that will go directly to the Dementors. Along with all the people who gravitate around the old Ministry. "
Jacques had been disgusted, but mainly chilled, incapable of the slightest movement for several long, long while.
The memory of that conversation paralyzed him, after a year and a half, just like hearing it the first time had reduced to almost throw up, clinging to that lamppost.
Remembering the tethered there until the time in which the figure that dogged him - or should stalk - not recalled him from behind. "He was following me, Professor Jacques? "
" Why have you escaped from St. Mungo? "
" Straight to the point, eh? "
" It is not my habit to waste time, especially now that there is no time to lose. "
" Today is more suspicious than usual, I might know why? "
" The most interesting of why the pieces? "
" At the moment, yes, "the Auror replied," Yes, I would say yes. "
" I'm wary of the times we live. At this time, which seems to peace but it is not. "
The features of the woman stiffened.
"Where are you getting at? "
" I want to get a clarification. Come out to the road as a tourist thing to do is not these days, especially for her. "
" For a blind? "
" For a person who has been targeted. "
" Professor Jacques, I signed the papers regularly S. Mungo and went out. I'm not a minor and are more than capable of looking after myself. I imagine that she is committed to protecting car. "
" Not at all, the token for anything but reason. "A note of panic
cracked voice of Dawn Ylena Swennson, which until then had managed to keep it steady. "What? "
" In the prison of Azkaban I had acquired an absolute credibility. And I'd earned, beyond my father's name. "
Draco looked sideways at Harry, who felt in their controlled reactions.
"Do not interrupt you jumped on him, Malfoy. At least until I have obtained all the information we need. "
" Go on, Draco, "said Lupin.
"When I returned from my last mission, I discovered that something had changed. I knew that Voldemort had taken a whole day, which had left the room of the Veil, where Weasley had trained me to use Hourglass of the call.
"Everything was ready, but Potter was about to be enslaved ... Voldemort had not yet given the order to proceed with the appeal of the old magician that he wanted. I did not understand why, until I heard his angry outburst. He had discovered the desperate attempt Weasley and Shadows of Black and Snape had done. He traced the dimension in which three girls were transferred instead of take them where he had ordered.
"My mission was very short, but I began to suspect that it had not been lucky enough to get away from there, just when the Shadows were treacherous discoveries. I began to suspect that Bill Weasley had convinced ... that Black and Snape not involve me. This feeling I did not rise up ... nobody
When he heard the angry outburst of Voldemort, Draco had stopped in the middle corridor. He had heard
furniture crashing into the stone walls, furnishings shattered into a thousand pieces. He had heard the apartment be turned upside down by his own owner. Then, nothing.
After moments of eerie silence, perfectly in line with the general atmosphere that prevailed in the new Azkaban even more than in the old spells were followed to clean up the mess until the end.
Voldemort had calmed down.
From the corner where he had stood behind a column, Draco had seen advancing four figures. His father
Macnair and Lucius were carrying two detainees in the apartments of the master. Were Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.
Bend, entwined by the beatings she received, she had little strength to struggle in the grip of the two Death Eaters. Did everything they could, they played their last cards, aware of the place where they were taken. But they could not do anything that will excite even more, their jailers. For
few days, since his father took him in front of Lord Voldemort, Draco had thought of all this will not only be intended.
Then ... what had changed things in ways so radical? What would his father blamed for the crisis of conscience that his son had so much annoyed and disappointed? How would react if she discovered that she had been the Shadow of Sirius Black, the outcast of the family of the best thoroughbreds to make her his Draco?
The time to go was not that. Disgusted at the scene just before
view, ready to move away from the apartments of Voldemort, Draco did not record it immediately clear from the blast produced a spell of invisibility, behind him.
In the future, during the nights of captivity in a prison that never would have expected, Draco Malfoy would have learned to recognize all too well the way the old witch that used to appear to meet me to find.
To come to find his puppy, free from disguise of Death Eaters who had deceived even Lord Voldemort.
But then Draco did not see her. Then she thought
only when needed to return to those underground, undisturbed.
"He should have stayed safe, Miss Ylenia. The corridors of St. Mungo's are safe, the rooms of St. Mungo's are safe. But the streets of Hogsmeade are not safe. And anybody who controlled it can not wait to see her walk down these streets, very naive and unconscious, to be an Auror ... that should be the other Auror. "The cloak that
Jacques door opened to envelop the woman, before she could move back and escape the grip of his arms. With a CRACK, passed absolutely unnoticed in the confusion of the road to Hogsmeade, dematerialized the man himself and his hostage in wall safe and impassable.
"Let me go now. "
" You better calm down and open your ears, Ylenia. Do not try to split himself or finds himself stuck in the material of the walls. And then ... then I'll have to rescue the tie. "
" Where brought me? "
" You do not need to know. "
" I do not need to know? This is ... is ... Open the door. "Ylena had already turned to drafts of cold that penetrated the height of the floor, clearly revealing the existence of an output. "Now. "
" We do not think so. "
" Open the door immediately. "
" No, that will not come up to the person who should speak. "
Ylena saw lost.
Jacques had seized on the orders of someone else. Frantically retraced what they said, until the moment when the conversation had degenerated ... and saw a threat. "She ... She ordered her to bring me here. It was sold to the woman, it was sold to the devil! "
" Take the considerations that the more homely, young lady. I lie down a bit 'to rest .... Expelliarmus! "
The wand did not even have time to get out of his coat pocket, he felt that if the Ylena tear on the strength of the spell." I warned, I'm sorry. Petrificus Totalus! Here and now expect. "Jacques
Xavier de-petrified her hostage until he received by being knocked out he had agreed with his client. Dissolved the last shreds of the spell, Ylena rose standing proudly and waited to be delivered.
But the woman who entered was not the demon, including when he heard her say goodbye to the professor.
"Professor McGonagall? But what ...? "
" Good afternoon, Miss Swennson. "Said the witch, approaching.
"Hello, Ylenia. "
" Tonks? You are ...? You have betrayed me to have captured ... "
" Really we just avoided that you were caught "specific Tonks, a little offended.
"Ylena, now we must listen. "McGonagall's tone was stern. "The demon controlled night and day of the quarter S. Mungo. She was ready to resume, and this time she would not escape. "
" Did you see, Professor Jacques? "Asked Tonks.
"Yes, I saw it. But I must tell you that I thought I had another plan. However you feel very close to the goal for her most important. "The headmaster of Hogwarts
nodded, grim-faced. "I believe it. He's managing to get Weasley and Granger, those poor girls. "
" The two students? Those related to the Curse Draco? "
" Yes, Ylenia. "Tonks was close to the one window, where it controlled the comings and goings of magicians along that street the village. "He threw that curse to constrain him. He moved operations to Malfoy like a puppeteer, making him believe that he can supplant even Voldemort. The son told you about the spell clear memory he had tried to do the two girls? "
Ylena nodded.
There is a repetitive motion: Jacques and McGonagall were again seated.
latter continued: "The Curse has had a dual purpose. Draco to punish you for trying to help the girls at least to forget the worst torture ... but also make sure that the wheel of events began to turn in favor of the prophecy that she wants to implement. "
" The Prophecy Bill came to understand, finally. "Tonks sat on a table placed near the window.
"All the papyrus? He deciphered the entire papyrus? "
" All we could learn from it. However, we risk being late, though. "
" When my father entered the cell, had already discovered that I had done on Oblivious Weasley. And probably the demon had already helped to distort the path, a first time. He had already begun to operate.
It might have been just her to do so because such a power not possessed nor Voldemort. He turned a spell gives a good end in a Damn. And there has trapped in the curse.
"I just repeated the spell on Granger, when my father chased me from behind and made me fly off the stick ...
" Father ... "
" Shut up! I do not want to hear you murmur. Macnair, go to bring my son in front of Voldemort. I do not want to go unpunished ... "
" Lucius ... wait, what a rush! Let him also assist with the consequences of his act. "The woman who accompanied her father put her in front of Draco. Then he looked at the figure lying chained to the floor. "Do not you think it is right that they know what will happen to them? "
" Yes, I still feel the magic in the air. Young and impulsive, but effective. Too bad having to be corrected. "The Death Eaters bent on Voldemort's personal slave, it being to observe it for a few seconds.
The Granger had lost consciousness. He had come just in time to see Draco, to pray to leave him ... maybe he did not even understand what spell she did on her.
"What do you do? "Draco asked, wriggling in the iron grip of his father.
The woman's hand is clenched into fists, as if to harness the essence of the air itself. But the plots were done by the spell Draco, the ones that now she was holding. "You wanted to assure oblivion, true? Allow her to forget his worst humiliation, its sharpest pain ... But so did you pay even more, as you pay the other prisoner, the red that Voldemort stole your father. "
" What? "
" They forget, yes, but not limited to what you had decided. Forget all these days of torture, but also your attempt to help them, and even my spell that will bind you and your father. Voldemort wants an explanation, and they will not provide them. How do you react to that, he? "
" No, you can not do such a thing! "
" I can not? You'll see, expensive. Very soon you will understand what I can do. This curse will do just for me. The memory that binds you to this point on, I will bring people that were lacking to implement my plan. "
" No, no please ... "
" By now I have decided, dear. Now take a big deep breath, because what you are about to face is the wrath of Lord Voldemort. "Continued ...
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