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It Happened One Night | ||||||
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Category: Post-OotP, Buried Gems Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Angst, Drama, Fluff, General Warnings: Death, Sexual Situations, Violence Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 1042 Summary: Harry and Ginny make a decision that changes their lives.... Hitcount: Story Total: 254475; Chapter Total: 9167 |
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A/N: And I am happy to annouce that finals are over and I got all my grades already. I passed all my classes! Just to warn you all, things start happening now . . . but what starts happening, well you'll have to wait and find out. As it is summer, I hope to update more often but don't take my word on that. I have to work and I do have summer school in three weeks. Anyway, on to the second Interlude. Thanks all for reading! Interlude As students slept safe and warm in their beds within the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a meeting was taking place in the middle of the ocean in the dead of the night. No one was aware that one of the students was missing and taking part of this secret meeting. They didn’t know that they were forced out of their beds to take part in this meeting and that it had been going on for weeks. They didn’t know that one of their own had been taken during a lone walk about the grounds, or that they were forced to do the dirty work of the Death Eaters. They didn’t dare speak a word for fear of what others would do. They did not want to do it, they fought to be let go, to be killed before doing it, but there was nothing they could do. They were in the clutches of Voldemort and his supporters. Screams echoed throughout the chamber beneath the old shack on the island. The Death Eaters were gathered around their master as a figure twisted about on the ground and one of their own held the wand that caused the figure to be in such intense pain. The bitter winter wind that howled around the shack somehow found its’ way down to the stone room. The coldness of the air around them caused them to shiver and pull their cloaks closer and the fire that burned added little warmth to the room. But the Death Eaters did not care, for they were thoroughly enjoying the figure writher on the ground and scream in pain. Voldemort watched the figure as the torture continued. He was a very happy man. His plan was working just as he thought it would, even though there were some changes. It would have been much easier if his spy was more willing to help to begin with, nonetheless, the use of the Imperious Curse did take care of that problem. Still, his spy was not so willing to take part in the next phase of it and they needed a bit of convincing. His spy let out a blood curdling scream from the effects of the Cruciatus Curse as it continued to be placed on them, but it was now getting to be tiring and rather annoying. “That’s enough,” Voldemort ordered and the Death Eater lifted his wand. The spy stayed on the ground, panting out of breath and sweating. “You will do as I say,” Voldemort said. The spy looked up and glared at him. “Never.” “I see that one round isn’t working. Take care of him,” Voldemort ordered the same Death Eater who was casting the curse before. “Crucio!” The Death Eater shouted and the spy withered in pain on the cold ground and screamed. He let this continue for a few minutes before he stopped the Death Eater. The spy shaky lifted himself off the ground and looked at Voldemort. “I won’t do it,” they said. The Death Eater who had been putting the Cruciatus Curse on the spy lifted his wand once more in eagerness. “No,” Voldemort stopped him and looked at the spy. “I have other ways to make you do what I want you to do. Crabbe! Goyle! You know what to do!” The two biggest and burliest of the Death Eaters seized the spy and dragged them out of the chamber. Voldemort sank into his chair and stared into the fire. Despite his spy’s uncooperativeness, the news the spy brought was very good and he had enjoyed getting the information out of him. Potter’s wife was pregnant. “This has not gone as I planned. Potter is blocking me from his mind once more. Things will be more difficult, but with this change I believe that things will be much smoother for us,” he addressed his servants. He looked around the circle of Death Eaters surrounding him until his eyes landed on one in particular. “How long will it take?” he asked, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. The Death Eater stepped forward and bowed. He stood up after Voldemort gave the command. “It takes two weeks to brew and must sit for exactly fifteen days before it can be administered, my lord,” he explained. “And you have all the ingredients?” Voldemort asked. The Death Eater hesitated for a moment. “Almost,” the Death Eater replied and quickly added, “Three of the ingredients must be picked when the moon is at its’ brightest or it will not work. That is in three days and then they must be boiled for two days before the brewing can take place. It is essential that everything is done properly and precisely or else it will have no effect.” Voldemort stared at the Death Eater for a long time, contemplating his words. He didn’t like this. He wanted his plan to commence quickly and this was yet another road block in his planes. But, he didn’t have any other choice. This was the only servant he had that was capable of brewing such a complicated potion. “When will this be done by then?” he asked. The Death Eater thought for a few moments before he answered. “Just over a month. Five weeks is my estimate, my lord,” the Death Eater said. “Very well,” Voldemort said and waved the Death Eater away. The Death Eater fell back into the circle once more and Voldemort looked at another one. “You will be sure that our little spy administers the potion,” he said. The second Death Eater stepped forward as well, bowed and rose when told to. “I will, my lord,” he said. “Continue to use the Imperious Cruse if you need to, which I expect you will,” he said and the Death Eater nodded. “I will do whatever it takes to ensure that the potion is administered,” the Death Eater assured him. “See that you do. My patience is wearing out with you and your spy,” Voldemort hissed at him. The Death Eater nodded and fell back into the circle as well. All was silent in the chamber now except for the crackle of the fire burning in the fireplace and the distant howl of the wind above. The Death Eaters kept their eyes on their master, waiting for him to speak. “Despite a few drawbacks, I am pleased with your work thus far,” he began in a low voice as he looked at each Death Eater in turn. “The attacks went well. By now Dumbledore has brought all his students back and the old fool is probably putting up more wards. However, that won’t matter. Our spy managed to get a copy of the security measures that are over Hogwarts without being caught, regardless of how it was done recklessly. If our spy was more willing, the old fool’s office wouldn’t have been such a mess.” His eyes flickered over to the last Death Eater he spoke to who visibly shrunk back. “Despite this, everything is going according to plan. Once this potion is complete, we have very little to do. Potter will do it himself and once he does, the rest of the plan will go as planned. He won’t be able to escape this time. This time will be the last time that he faces me.” He stood up and dismissed his servants. They filed out of the room and he was left alone with the ones who were responsible for him in the large chamber. They stood silently behind his chair as he paced in front of the fire. The flames danced wildly together, mixing yellows and oranges together as it burned and crackled. His plan was fool-proof. If only his spy was keener on helping, things would be going much smoother, but there wasn’t much that he could do about that. Regardless, this time his plan would not fail. This time he would not let his Death Eaters fail him, for if they did they would pay dearly for it. Voldemort knew that this would be the final confrontation with Potter and he was sure that he would win. Finally after all these years, he would succeed and the wizarding world would be his at last. He would finally rid the world of those pathetic Mudbloods and Muggle lovers. He would kill them and make them his salves, forcing them to their own deaths. And Potter would be out of the way for good. |
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