Post by morethanacrush on Jul 7, 2006 16:31:41 GMT -5
It’s one of those nights. You know, the ones that creep you out insanely, even if you’re surrounding by the over-stuffed teddy bears and the nightlights that permitted you to sleep when you were a young child; even if you were protected by all the magic in the world, that shiver would still crawl up your spine like a spider waiting to bite.
Yes, it’s one of those nights.
The Riddle mansion is cause enough for even the oldest of people to be frightened. Thunder crashes miles away, its booming sound making children call out to their parents in the middle of the night. Blanket lightening flashes quickly across the clouded night. But still, the eerie candles flicker in the mansion, shadows moving across the room.
Thunder booms again, but the two men inside the mansion do not flinch. The room was cold, and the air was dead. Long blonde hair falls down to the middle of the back of the man standing beside the green chair facing the fire. His cold eyes watch the chair, watching the even colder man in the chair, patiently as if waiting for his next order.
“How is Narcissa?” the voice is cold, almost as cold as the air in the room, despite the warmth the fire was attempting to spread. He is not concerned at all of the said woman.
“She is due in 8 months, my Lord.” The happiness that should have been in his voice is dead. He shows no need for that silly emotion.
“Ah, good.” The colder voice sickeningly cackles. “Tell me, Lucius, what do you think happens when a powerful wizard and a powerful witch have a child? Will the child be powerful?” He’s playing a game with the white-blonde man, and he knows it. He decides to play along.
“Of course, my lord. It would be in the child’s blood.” Lucius answers obediently. He knows exactly which couple his master is speaking of.
“Correct. No doubt that child would find some way to get on my nerves as well.” Bitter, the man stops himself, and takes a deep breath. “How old is the child now, Lucius?”
“One year last week, my lord.”
“Ah, perfect.” The disgusting happiness seeps into the voice. “An age that may be controlled by fear, and memory can be erased easily.” He pauses. “Get me that child tonight, Lucius. And bring that rat, what is his name…”
“Pettigrew?” Lucius offers.
“Yes, Pettigrew. Tell him he’d better have something on the Potters, before I kill his little pointless existence.”
“Yes, my lord. I will be back with the child tonight.” Lucius turns on his heel, and silently leaves the room, letting a slithering, slimy snake enter the room, before he closes the door.
--One Year Later--
The green-eyed tabby cat sat on the pure white sidewalk. Her tail tapped lightly on the concrete, and she blinked up at the suburban house with the perfectly kept lawn. She was waiting for someone, someone who would be late if he wasn’t here in 10 seconds. Her internal clock clicked in her mind, as she wondered for the millionth time that night, it seemed, why she didn’t just go with him. It was his protectiveness of her that made her wait until now to see him that day. He didn’t want to bring the events of that night back into her mind, because he thought she would break down. And she probably would.
She can remember what had been like before it happened. She can remember a time when her ebony hair would fall down to curl loosely around her shoulders. She can remember when she had bangs. She can remember when she used to laugh with students, when she used to be everyone’s favorite teacher. She can remember when she last took her class outside to do their work. She can remember when she thought being stuffed in a classroom all day was bad for children to learn. She can remember when her motto was live, laugh, love and her teacher method was that caring would get them ahead.
But then her happiness was snatched away from her, in a single night. Maybe there was no rule worth breaking. Rules were good, and so she changed, her hair was now long and pulled back in a strict bun all the time. Her eyes no longer held that twinkle, and her new motto was that rules were good. If you followed the rules, you wouldn’t get hurt. And this was what she was trying to put pass her students.
She changed, and she couldn’t say it was for the better.
A hand suddenly slid down her back, petting her soft cat fur. Minerva looked up, and saw her husband, Albus Dumbledore, in the dead of night. It seemed that he had already cut off the muggle lights. She quickly grew into her human self, and stood before him. “I still don’t think we should do this.” She said, as they began walking towards the specific muggle house.
“It is not about you and I, Minerva. It is about what is best for the boy.” He stated, looking at her, over his half moon spectacles.
“I never said that. Albus, these muggles – they don’t know anything about our world. I’ve seen them, and they are quite content the way things are with their ridiculous only son.” She replied.
“Minerva, he has no other family. This is the only way.” He stopped at the darkened driveway and faced her.”
She paused for a second. “He can stay with us.” She said.
His white eyebrows rose considerably. “Minerva, you are trying to fill that gap, and I will not let you use this boy to do it.”
She gave him her newfound glare, another change since that night. “I am not trying to fill any gap, Albus. I am simply stating that the boy would be much better off with us, than with them.” She nodded towards the house before them.
A deep rumble was heard from the sky, and it only took her a second to realize what was going on. Her mouth dropped in shock, disbelief, and hurt. “You let Hagrid take him, but was not even allowed to see him before now?!” The rumbling was becoming louder.
“Minerva, to see him, you would have to see the disaster that fell upon him, and I was not going to allow that.” He stated, as he watched the anger flair up in her green eyes.
But before she could speak, an over-sized motorcycle fell from the sky, and landed with a crash in front of them. Hagrid stepped off the bike, his arm holding on tightly to a bundle of white. Minerva quickly took him from him, just to hold him in her arms. She uncovered the baby’s face a little more, and smiled down at the sleeping boy.
She could feel Albus’s warm hands slide under hers, as he took the baby away from her. Their eyes met, and tears slowly began to form in her arms, as Albus gently placed him in a conjured baby basket, and settled a note on top of his small body. When he turned around, he saw her clutching onto Hagrid, trying not to sound as though she was crying that hard. Hagrid’s large hand rubbed her back gently, until Albus took his place, and bid Hagrid good night with a nod of his head.
He remembered that night all to clearly. They woke that morning to find their only daughter, snatched away from them. No leads on who it was, but they knew. They knew it was him, the one they have been fighting. And although his wife’s reaction after spending endless days and nights searching, followed by endless nightmares that haunted her sleep, was to change her being, to decide that maybe rules are there to keep people safe – his wasn’t. He tried to keep that twinkle in his eyes, as he watched her matching one fade. So while she seemed to give up on everything, he remained optimistic… because he wasn’t going to loose his wife too, even if it was to hers
Yes, it’s one of those nights.
The Riddle mansion is cause enough for even the oldest of people to be frightened. Thunder crashes miles away, its booming sound making children call out to their parents in the middle of the night. Blanket lightening flashes quickly across the clouded night. But still, the eerie candles flicker in the mansion, shadows moving across the room.
Thunder booms again, but the two men inside the mansion do not flinch. The room was cold, and the air was dead. Long blonde hair falls down to the middle of the back of the man standing beside the green chair facing the fire. His cold eyes watch the chair, watching the even colder man in the chair, patiently as if waiting for his next order.
“How is Narcissa?” the voice is cold, almost as cold as the air in the room, despite the warmth the fire was attempting to spread. He is not concerned at all of the said woman.
“She is due in 8 months, my Lord.” The happiness that should have been in his voice is dead. He shows no need for that silly emotion.
“Ah, good.” The colder voice sickeningly cackles. “Tell me, Lucius, what do you think happens when a powerful wizard and a powerful witch have a child? Will the child be powerful?” He’s playing a game with the white-blonde man, and he knows it. He decides to play along.
“Of course, my lord. It would be in the child’s blood.” Lucius answers obediently. He knows exactly which couple his master is speaking of.
“Correct. No doubt that child would find some way to get on my nerves as well.” Bitter, the man stops himself, and takes a deep breath. “How old is the child now, Lucius?”
“One year last week, my lord.”
“Ah, perfect.” The disgusting happiness seeps into the voice. “An age that may be controlled by fear, and memory can be erased easily.” He pauses. “Get me that child tonight, Lucius. And bring that rat, what is his name…”
“Pettigrew?” Lucius offers.
“Yes, Pettigrew. Tell him he’d better have something on the Potters, before I kill his little pointless existence.”
“Yes, my lord. I will be back with the child tonight.” Lucius turns on his heel, and silently leaves the room, letting a slithering, slimy snake enter the room, before he closes the door.
--One Year Later--
The green-eyed tabby cat sat on the pure white sidewalk. Her tail tapped lightly on the concrete, and she blinked up at the suburban house with the perfectly kept lawn. She was waiting for someone, someone who would be late if he wasn’t here in 10 seconds. Her internal clock clicked in her mind, as she wondered for the millionth time that night, it seemed, why she didn’t just go with him. It was his protectiveness of her that made her wait until now to see him that day. He didn’t want to bring the events of that night back into her mind, because he thought she would break down. And she probably would.
She can remember what had been like before it happened. She can remember a time when her ebony hair would fall down to curl loosely around her shoulders. She can remember when she had bangs. She can remember when she used to laugh with students, when she used to be everyone’s favorite teacher. She can remember when she last took her class outside to do their work. She can remember when she thought being stuffed in a classroom all day was bad for children to learn. She can remember when her motto was live, laugh, love and her teacher method was that caring would get them ahead.
But then her happiness was snatched away from her, in a single night. Maybe there was no rule worth breaking. Rules were good, and so she changed, her hair was now long and pulled back in a strict bun all the time. Her eyes no longer held that twinkle, and her new motto was that rules were good. If you followed the rules, you wouldn’t get hurt. And this was what she was trying to put pass her students.
She changed, and she couldn’t say it was for the better.
A hand suddenly slid down her back, petting her soft cat fur. Minerva looked up, and saw her husband, Albus Dumbledore, in the dead of night. It seemed that he had already cut off the muggle lights. She quickly grew into her human self, and stood before him. “I still don’t think we should do this.” She said, as they began walking towards the specific muggle house.
“It is not about you and I, Minerva. It is about what is best for the boy.” He stated, looking at her, over his half moon spectacles.
“I never said that. Albus, these muggles – they don’t know anything about our world. I’ve seen them, and they are quite content the way things are with their ridiculous only son.” She replied.
“Minerva, he has no other family. This is the only way.” He stopped at the darkened driveway and faced her.”
She paused for a second. “He can stay with us.” She said.
His white eyebrows rose considerably. “Minerva, you are trying to fill that gap, and I will not let you use this boy to do it.”
She gave him her newfound glare, another change since that night. “I am not trying to fill any gap, Albus. I am simply stating that the boy would be much better off with us, than with them.” She nodded towards the house before them.
A deep rumble was heard from the sky, and it only took her a second to realize what was going on. Her mouth dropped in shock, disbelief, and hurt. “You let Hagrid take him, but was not even allowed to see him before now?!” The rumbling was becoming louder.
“Minerva, to see him, you would have to see the disaster that fell upon him, and I was not going to allow that.” He stated, as he watched the anger flair up in her green eyes.
But before she could speak, an over-sized motorcycle fell from the sky, and landed with a crash in front of them. Hagrid stepped off the bike, his arm holding on tightly to a bundle of white. Minerva quickly took him from him, just to hold him in her arms. She uncovered the baby’s face a little more, and smiled down at the sleeping boy.
She could feel Albus’s warm hands slide under hers, as he took the baby away from her. Their eyes met, and tears slowly began to form in her arms, as Albus gently placed him in a conjured baby basket, and settled a note on top of his small body. When he turned around, he saw her clutching onto Hagrid, trying not to sound as though she was crying that hard. Hagrid’s large hand rubbed her back gently, until Albus took his place, and bid Hagrid good night with a nod of his head.
He remembered that night all to clearly. They woke that morning to find their only daughter, snatched away from them. No leads on who it was, but they knew. They knew it was him, the one they have been fighting. And although his wife’s reaction after spending endless days and nights searching, followed by endless nightmares that haunted her sleep, was to change her being, to decide that maybe rules are there to keep people safe – his wasn’t. He tried to keep that twinkle in his eyes, as he watched her matching one fade. So while she seemed to give up on everything, he remained optimistic… because he wasn’t going to loose his wife too, even if it was to hers
