Death Becomes Him
by T.K. Yuy
III- Death Beater
//Well, obviously
someone’s been keeping an eye on the house.
There’s not a spot of dust anywhere, and it all looks like it’s just
been polished. I suppose that should be
a good thing, but t certainly feels odd.
I feel as if they should be here, expecting me home by curfew, not that
I’ve ever had one that I’ve abided by.
I wonder what they would think, if they knew what their darling baby boy
–savior of all the Wizarding world- is.
Dad would probably flip to know that his only son was marked as a Death
Eater,-voluntarily- and became the first Death Mage in neary 500 years. Let alone the Heir of Gryffindor and a
Parselmouth. Hmph. Mum –Merlin- would probably die right then
and there. Not that I would blame her
for it.
//What I find rather
unsettling is the others. Yes, it is
comforting, to know that I’m not the only one –for fuck’s sake, I don’t need to
be giving people more of a reason to revear me as a God-, but considering who
they are… (why Zambini and I decided on Quidditch titles I don’t know.)
//Seeker, 1st
Chaser, 1st Beater- myself.
Hence the reason they call me ‘First.’
//(2nd) Beater-
Virginia Weasely. Yeah, that was
shocking. I don’t think she’s told her
family yet. It’ll be worth it to see
their faces when I go to the Burrow in 2 weeks.
//(3rd) Chaser-
Fleur Delacour. I hadn’t expected her
to seek me out. And she does her job
quite well, that’s for bloody sure.
//Keeper- Blaise
Zambini. I knew what he was before he
did. I mean, I was fucking him, wasn’t
I?
//And finally, (2nd)
Chaser- Draco Malfoy. He doesn’t know
it yet, of course, but give him a day or so with Keeper and he’ll figure it all
out real quick.
//I suppose you’re
wondering how in the world our ‘titles’ even apply to use, so I guess I should
probably explain. If this gets
confusing, do forgive me, but trying to explain our ‘roles’ to any one not
directly involved (or ‘anyone without prior knowledge to anything’) is rather
difficult. I’ll start with the Seeker
first, seeing as it is the easiest.
//The Seeker –who in this
case is me- is the one with the most problems.
That would be because they’re the ones who actively seek out the major
enemy, and ultimately kill it, and claim it’s Power. Destroying Voldemort would’ve been my objective. As a side effect, the Seeker is also the one
targeted for pretty much everything. In
my case, Moldywarts wanted me dead, and subsequently, so did the Death Eaters
that followed him. Easy enough to
understand, right? Good, onto the
Chasers.
//Chasers are the ones who
hunt down and eradicate the lesser threats to the Seeker. In this case, Death Eaters. Of course the exception to this would be
those who were marked by a previous Dark Lord, marked and switched sides (Snape
for example), or those granted special pardon from the Seeker. They are skilled in the ‘cleaner’ ways of
completing their tasks. My Chasers make
it look natural, for the most part anyway.
Now, the Beaters on the other hand…
//Beaters are especially
good at the ‘messy’ part of the clean-up.
They hunt down the lesser threats, just like the Chasers, with one
exceptions: They go after the ones who
play hard to get. Voldemort’s Inner
Circle is a fine example. Given her
inheirited Weasely Temper, Ginny is very good at what she does. Just as Blaise is excellent at his job.
//The Keeper has the
hardes job, in my opinion. After the
major threat (aka: Voldemort) is taken care of, the Keeper makes sure that its
Power (Power=magic) doesn’t become a problem again. In our particular case, Keeper is holding Voldemort’s Power
locked away inside a special medallion, alolowing it to be transferred when the
time is right. I’ll explain that in a
bit. In addition to holding the ‘Main
Power’, the Keeper is also responsible for the power released and caught by the
Seeker, Chaser and Beater. They all get
added together, thus making the Power-to-be-transferred much stronger. Now, about holding Power for transfer…
//Power, by nature, is
nuetral. It’s neither light nor dark. it is the intention of the Witch or Wizard
that makes it seem as such. Voldemort,
being the Heri of Slytherin was an extremely powerful Wizard, and when he was
destroyed, his Power retained it’s nuetral standing. However, when he was defeated the first time *sigh*, his Power
was never contained, and as he wasn’t completely destroyed it was able to be
reclaimed and made darker.
//Is that
understandable? I hope so. I don’t think I could explain it any better
than that.//
Harry closed his journal
and ran a hand through his hair.
“I definitly think this house needs a change” he said, placing his tome on the light oack table next to the faded brown couch. “Darker, more Slytherin. There’s far too much Gryffindor in this place.”
He picked up his wand, and
with a smirk, got to work.
~!*!~
“Ginny!” Ron explaimed,
bolting out of his seat as his sister walked in the door. “My gods, where have you been?! Mom’s been worried sick!”
“I was helping Harry take
care of a few things, that’s all.”
“Harry? Gin, we haven’t heard from Harry since
graduation.”
“Maybe you haven’t,
but I certainly have. He owled me just
last week.”
Ron looked crest fallen as
his 16-year old litle sister turned on her heel and headed up to ther
room. He was supposed to be Harrys best
friend, wan’st he? Harry was supposed
to talk to him, wasn’t he? Why was
ginny so special, that Harry talked to her more? Had he done something to make Harry mad at him? Was he… no.
Harry and Ginny weren’t… Nuh uh.
No way. They weren’t…
“Ginny!” he bellowed,
running up the stairs.
Meeting a locked door, he
pounded on the frame, and heard a rather unique curst fly from his sisters
tongue.
“Ginny, open this door!”
“I’m changing, Ron.”
“Then hurry up and put
some clothes on!”
”Can’t this wait until after supper.”
”NO, now open the fucking door!”
“I’m not letting you in my
room with an attitude like that, Ronald Weasely. Whatever you have to say can wait until after dinner, and you
insist on acting like such an ass, you can wait unti tomorrow morning. After breakfast.”
“Virginia Elizabeth
Weasely, I swear, if you don’t open this door immediately, I will break it the
fuck down! Now unlock the fucking
door!”
“No!”
Ron beat on the door so
hard it cracked down the center. He was
just about to do it again when it swung upen and Ginny shoved him. Hard enough to send him into the wall behind
him and knock the portrait down at the other end of the hall.
“What the hell is
your problem, Ron!? No-one ever said
you have exclusive rights to Harry, so if this is about him owling me, take
your head out of your fucking ass and wake up!”
“You’re fucking him, aren’t
you?”
“Excuse me?! Where did that come from?!”
“It’s the only logical
explaination. Harry’s never not written
to me, unless of course there’s something wrong, and by god, I wouldn’t want to
talk to me either, if I was harry and fucking my best friends-“
*SLAP*
“Harry and I are doing
nothing of the sort! For the love of
God, Ron, you are such an idiot. Harry
and I work together, and he needed help with one ofhis projects, that’s all.”
“Bull shit! He doesn’t work for any magical agency, and
nobody’s seen hide nor tail of him since graduation!”
“Well I have! You would never understand our jobes. hell, no-one knows anything about us,
because they know virtually nothing of what we are.”
“I’ve been friends with
Hermione Granger for the past 7 years, Virginia, so I’ve heard quite a bit.”
“There are no books
bublished about what Harry and I –and a few select other- are. And whatever books we’re mentioned in, have
been long since burned, or reside in Malfoy’s private library.”
“Stop making excuses and
tell me what the hell is going on!”
”You don’t need to know. None of the
family needs to know.”
“Ginny.”
He grabbed her arm as she
moved to leave, and as she whirled around to smack him, he caught her
wrist. Her eyes narrowed dangerously
and she wrenched herself out of his grasp with a low growl.
“What the hell is on your
shoulders!? Is that a tatoo?”
They heared the twins come
in from ourside, arguing about something, and the ‘woosh’ of the fireplace
signaled Mr. and Mrs. Weasely’s return, having an argument of their own. Ginny sighed and motioned to her room. Ron walked in, his face still red, and when
she entered, Ginny placed silencing and repellant charms all around the
room. Charms that Ron knew she didn’t
learn from a Hogwarts professor.
“Will you please
tell me what’s going on?”
“You may want to sit down,
Ron.”
”That means it’s a bad thing, doesn’t it?”
”Not necessarily bad, but you won’t like it.” she pointed her wand at her left
writs. “Finite Incantm.”
Imediately, a black mare
appeared on her pale skin, and Ron’s eyes widened.
“Is that… Ginny, why?”
”I refused to let Harry go to the Manor by himself and as James Reynold’s
‘companion’ I had to be marked. I had
to prove my loyalty to James. Three
years is a long time to be keeping this a secret, but it was necessary.”
“Since your 4th year?”
”Yes. Ron, I know you’re angry, but you
have to understand, Harry is very important.
Not just to the Wizarding world, but to everyone. Especially the other Death Mages.”
“Is that what you are? A Death Mage?”
“Yes. I’m the Death Beater.”
~TBC~
Well, did anyone see that
coming? I hope I’m not becoming
predictable. I don’t know when I’ll
have the next chapter up, probably sometime next week. So until then…
Schnoogles!