Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 21:16:06 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that seems familiar in this story. I do not own you. I do, however, own the plot and your name.
A/N: I’m bravely trying a “you” fic once again. I lost my other one into cyberspace and no one seems to have copy/paste/saved it. Not that any of you care or anything.
Please review! It tells me this will be work continuing.
Remember: This first chapter is sort of like a flashback. It will be a “you” fic in the end.
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The large, dimly lit room was beginning to crush in on him as people around him began to whisper. He looked around nervously, but didn’t see her. Why would she be here? He asked himself, nervously. It’s not like her family works in the Ministry. Dad won’t even tell me why I had to come. He frowned slightly, and finally turned his attention to the door. He wished whoever this trial was for, would just be brought in so he could go home and continue to make prepare.
Suddenly the door did open, and in was led a young girl, barely older than eighteen, if even that age, who had her head staring down at her feet. It was impossible to see her face, for her black hair covered it like a curtain. Two stripes of brilliant, crayola red stood out in the center as her bangs.
Two brilliant red stripes? He felt as if someone had punched the air out of him. He glanced over at the man next to him, whose red hair matched his own. He couldn’t catch the other’s eyes with his own, and pushed his hair out of his eyes, were it hung lazily.
“Dad…?” he asked softly, barely above a whisper.
His father didn’t look at him, nor did he answer. Biting his lip, he looked back towards the girl who was now sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Chains appeared out of the arms and bound her there. She still didn’t look up. Oh God, no…please no…he thought numbly, as he stared at her, dread building to push against the inside of his chest as if it was going to explode.
“Erinn Vendo you are hereby found guilty and sentenced to lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban for being in league with You-Know-Who, for putting innocent muggles under the Unforgivables, and for the murder of Gavin Wilson, an Auror who helped with the capture of Sirius Black,” said a cold voice from his right.
He felt his breath rush out of him. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t possible. She would never do any of those things. He’d known her since he was eleven! They had
been together for four years! He was going to propose that weekend!
He turned to his dad, and latched himself onto his arm. “Dad? Dad stop them! She’s innocent!” he whispered frantically.
Arthur Weasley looked at his son and sighed softly, seeing the desperation in the eighteen-year-old’s eyes.
“Barty, you can’t really believe this, can you? You-Know-Who was defeated six years ago!” he said, even though he knew it was useless. “My son wouldn’t date a Death Eater!”<br>
“You-Know-Who’s followers are still out there, Arthur, and all evidence proves that she is one. They are out there, alright, trying to bring him back.” He glared at the girl in the chained chair. “I do not particularly care if your son dates a hippogriff! She’s a Death Eater!”<br>
Suddenly the girl looked up, her hair falling away from her face. She had an uncaring expression on her face, but Bill could see the hint of tears in her winter-sky blue eyes. He watched as she shook the rest of her hair out of her face and stared up at the Council, before glancing at them.
“You will not sway their decision, Mr. Weasley, and so I wish for you to not try, before you lose your job.” She stopped and purposefully avoided looking directly at him. She turned her piercing gaze on the man who had sentenced her. “But know this, Barty Crouch, I will get revenge for being accused of crimes I did not commit. You have made a mistake in sending me to Azkaban. You all are fools. Do you really think that by locking me up, you will stop the Dark Lord? He will return, whether you lock me up or not.”<br>
He felt himself tense up. She had an evil grin on her beautiful face—it was almost maniacal. He shook his head. No! I won’t believe she really did this! He stood up and glared at Mr. Crouch.
“Prove her guilt to me!” He ignored as his father grabbed his arm and tried to force him to sit once again. “Prove it to me!”<br>
Mr. Crouch just looked at him coldly. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he said “Very well. Bring me her wand.”
In a few moments, a long mahogany wand was in Mr. Crouch’s hands. He placed his and her wand tip-to-tip and said, almost lazily, “Prior Incantato!”<br>
Several of the women present gasped as a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the points of the two wands. He stared in horror, before looking quickly at the girl who was watching it all with saddened eyes.
“No! I won’t believe it!” he said, sitting back down, not even hearing Mr. Crouch getting rid of the Dark Mark.
“Remove her from my sight!” Mr. Crouch roared suddenly.
Two dementors soared into the room from hidden places. They grabbed her by the arms and started to drag her out.
She turned back to meet his eyes, hers almost pleading with him. He watched as she mouthed “I love you”. He just turned away and put his head in his hands before letting himself sob.
“No…” he moaned pitifully into his hands. His life was over. The one person he loved more than life itself had betrayed him in the worst possible way. He couldn’t feel anything but pain. “No…God, no…Why me…?” he said, still sobbing.
Arthur looked down at his son and shook his head sadly. He had known his son’s plans for that weekend; the ring had been sitting out on his dresser one morning. He gently grasped Bill by the elbow, and hoisted it up.
“Come on, let’s go home…” he said gently, as he started leading his son out of the room like he was a confused puppy.
Bill turned his head and looked at the door his would-be fiancé had been walked—no dragged—out of and had to choke back another sob. Even though his head was numb with the fact of what she had done, deep in his heart, he still believed she was innocent.
Suddenly he felt someone shaking him and glanced at his dad.
“Wake up! Mum’s got food!”<br>
“What?” he asked incredulously.
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A/N: I’m bravely trying a “you” fic once again. I lost my other one into cyberspace and no one seems to have copy/paste/saved it. Not that any of you care or anything.
Please review! It tells me this will be work continuing.
Remember: This first chapter is sort of like a flashback. It will be a “you” fic in the end.
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The large, dimly lit room was beginning to crush in on him as people around him began to whisper. He looked around nervously, but didn’t see her. Why would she be here? He asked himself, nervously. It’s not like her family works in the Ministry. Dad won’t even tell me why I had to come. He frowned slightly, and finally turned his attention to the door. He wished whoever this trial was for, would just be brought in so he could go home and continue to make prepare.
Suddenly the door did open, and in was led a young girl, barely older than eighteen, if even that age, who had her head staring down at her feet. It was impossible to see her face, for her black hair covered it like a curtain. Two stripes of brilliant, crayola red stood out in the center as her bangs.
Two brilliant red stripes? He felt as if someone had punched the air out of him. He glanced over at the man next to him, whose red hair matched his own. He couldn’t catch the other’s eyes with his own, and pushed his hair out of his eyes, were it hung lazily.
“Dad…?” he asked softly, barely above a whisper.
His father didn’t look at him, nor did he answer. Biting his lip, he looked back towards the girl who was now sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Chains appeared out of the arms and bound her there. She still didn’t look up. Oh God, no…please no…he thought numbly, as he stared at her, dread building to push against the inside of his chest as if it was going to explode.
“Erinn Vendo you are hereby found guilty and sentenced to lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban for being in league with You-Know-Who, for putting innocent muggles under the Unforgivables, and for the murder of Gavin Wilson, an Auror who helped with the capture of Sirius Black,” said a cold voice from his right.
He felt his breath rush out of him. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t possible. She would never do any of those things. He’d known her since he was eleven! They had
been together for four years! He was going to propose that weekend!
He turned to his dad, and latched himself onto his arm. “Dad? Dad stop them! She’s innocent!” he whispered frantically.
Arthur Weasley looked at his son and sighed softly, seeing the desperation in the eighteen-year-old’s eyes.
“Barty, you can’t really believe this, can you? You-Know-Who was defeated six years ago!” he said, even though he knew it was useless. “My son wouldn’t date a Death Eater!”<br>
“You-Know-Who’s followers are still out there, Arthur, and all evidence proves that she is one. They are out there, alright, trying to bring him back.” He glared at the girl in the chained chair. “I do not particularly care if your son dates a hippogriff! She’s a Death Eater!”<br>
Suddenly the girl looked up, her hair falling away from her face. She had an uncaring expression on her face, but Bill could see the hint of tears in her winter-sky blue eyes. He watched as she shook the rest of her hair out of her face and stared up at the Council, before glancing at them.
“You will not sway their decision, Mr. Weasley, and so I wish for you to not try, before you lose your job.” She stopped and purposefully avoided looking directly at him. She turned her piercing gaze on the man who had sentenced her. “But know this, Barty Crouch, I will get revenge for being accused of crimes I did not commit. You have made a mistake in sending me to Azkaban. You all are fools. Do you really think that by locking me up, you will stop the Dark Lord? He will return, whether you lock me up or not.”<br>
He felt himself tense up. She had an evil grin on her beautiful face—it was almost maniacal. He shook his head. No! I won’t believe she really did this! He stood up and glared at Mr. Crouch.
“Prove her guilt to me!” He ignored as his father grabbed his arm and tried to force him to sit once again. “Prove it to me!”<br>
Mr. Crouch just looked at him coldly. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he said “Very well. Bring me her wand.”
In a few moments, a long mahogany wand was in Mr. Crouch’s hands. He placed his and her wand tip-to-tip and said, almost lazily, “Prior Incantato!”<br>
Several of the women present gasped as a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the points of the two wands. He stared in horror, before looking quickly at the girl who was watching it all with saddened eyes.
“No! I won’t believe it!” he said, sitting back down, not even hearing Mr. Crouch getting rid of the Dark Mark.
“Remove her from my sight!” Mr. Crouch roared suddenly.
Two dementors soared into the room from hidden places. They grabbed her by the arms and started to drag her out.
She turned back to meet his eyes, hers almost pleading with him. He watched as she mouthed “I love you”. He just turned away and put his head in his hands before letting himself sob.
“No…” he moaned pitifully into his hands. His life was over. The one person he loved more than life itself had betrayed him in the worst possible way. He couldn’t feel anything but pain. “No…God, no…Why me…?” he said, still sobbing.
Arthur looked down at his son and shook his head sadly. He had known his son’s plans for that weekend; the ring had been sitting out on his dresser one morning. He gently grasped Bill by the elbow, and hoisted it up.
“Come on, let’s go home…” he said gently, as he started leading his son out of the room like he was a confused puppy.
Bill turned his head and looked at the door his would-be fiancé had been walked—no dragged—out of and had to choke back another sob. Even though his head was numb with the fact of what she had done, deep in his heart, he still believed she was innocent.
Suddenly he felt someone shaking him and glanced at his dad.
“Wake up! Mum’s got food!”<br>
“What?” he asked incredulously.
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