Gone Twisted

"Ash," she heard the distinct voice of her father as he called for her to join him in his study. How did he know she was right in front of the door? She was sure she didn't make a sound. But that didn't matter now. Immediately she turned the door handle and walked into the barely lit room.

"Father," she said clearly, inclining her head a bit.

"You know it is rude to eavesdrop," he hissed, but she could hear humour in his voice. Had he really found it rude, he wouldn't have just let her walk into the room without harm.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't planning on listening in..."

"But?"

"No buts."

"There's always a but. Speak."

"Well, I just happened to hear about your plans and wanted to ask... could I please join? I've had enough of being cooped in this mansion!" Voldemort stared at her, not betraying any emotion. This made Ash a bit desperate. "I mean, I understand that you want to protect me and that I may not be as fit and fast as I was before my...before it all happened, but I can't stand staying here and doing nothing. Father I am your daughter! I am the strength that is supposed to help our cause! Please let me strengthen our cause! Send me out with the others! I will not disappoint you," she said, leaning on the dark wooden desk and staring at the men opposite her intently.

Her fathers nearly invisible lips twitched a tiny bit and reminded her of a smile. "Alright. You will join Bellatrix and McCain tomorrow," then as if on second thought, he turned to look at the arm chair in front of the fire to his left, "That is alright with you, right Bella?"

The women in the chair turned to look at her master and nodded. "Of course, I can't wait to see little Ashra in action. And I'm sure Patrick will be pleased as well."

Ash stared at the women with cold eyes then turned back to her father. "What is the mission?"

"Oh, not much. A small trip to Germany. We’re searching for the wand maker Gregorovitch, heard of him?" Ash shook her head no. "He was the one that made your wand. We gained information that a couple families know where he is and are refusing to tell." Ash heard something in his voice, it sounded as if he were daring or tempting her to some reaction, but she didn't understand what. "Get them to tell you were Gregorovitch is and then I want the problem eliminated," he added and Ash nodded.

"When are we leaving?" she asked looking at Bellatrix.

"Nine tomorrow morning."

Ash nodded, more to herself then anything else and smiled at Voldemort. "Thank you," she said just before turning around and exiting the study once again.

"I want you to find those two German friends of Ashlin's that Parkinson told us about. Watch her carefully. I there is any sign of her remembering - eliminate her as well."

"Yes, my lord" Bellatrix and a voice in the shadow said in unison, Bellatrix harbouring a sly smile.

Before they left however, Voldemort added, "And don't forget to give her an chance of proving herself."



Ash's eyes flew open as soon as she woke up to the alarm in her wand. Next to her she could hear a soft groan from a still sleeping Draco. Swiftly she turned the alarm off.

"Sorry," she whispered softly into the ear of the boy lying next to her and gave him a small peck on the cheek as she tried to get out off bed. However before she could even throw the blanket of her body, two strong arms snaked around her waist and pulled her back into the warmth of the covers. "Draco!" she giggled. "I need to get ready!"

"Not yet," he breathed into her ear and forced her body against the mattress and positioning himself over her. Without much a due he started attacking her neck hungrily.

"Draco," she repeated sternly - but her hand's went against her words and grabbed the boys platinum hair pulling him nearer to herself. She felt his hand slowly travel down her body and find its way between her thighs.

Inhaling deeply, Ash turned the two of them over and - unwillingly - took a hold of Draco's stray hand. "I really don't have time for this," she gasped and looked intently into the grey eyes staring up at her.

"Yes you do. You always set the alarm way to early!" Draco said, fighting back the dominance of the situation.

"I said no," she said sternly before leaning in and whispering suggestively, "But I'm free when I'm back."

Draco smirked, "Alright, alright. But I'll keep you to your word!"

Ash nodded and resentfully climbed out of the warm and comfortable bed and got ready.



"Ah, I see the princess has finally made it," a sneering voice said from the shadows next to the windows.

Ash had just entered the dining room and spotted Bellatrix sitting at a table eating her breakfast. Next to the women sat another figure, she couldn't quite make out. As she neared, the voice of the other one had called out to her and finally she could see who was talking with her. She had seen him a couple times before, always cloaked in a heavy dark robe, his face hidden in the shadow of the hoods. But now, with nearly no one around, he had taken the hood off and revealed to her his true face. What she made her breath hitch a second, it was a gruesome sight. His face was twisted into an everlasting mask of pain and horror, his body was disproportional and he seemed to be missing several fingers and an ear.

"Wow... seems like we're taking the beauty queen with us," she said not feeling sorry for this poor disfigured person in front of her, something told her he deserved every bit of ugliness he got.

Bellatrix giggled softly. "May I introduce you two? Ash this is Patrick McCain and Patrick this is Ashra."

Patrick didn't flex a facial muscle as he looked at Bellatrix and then turned back to look at Ash. "I'll just keep calling you princess, if that's alright with you."

Ash stared at him emotionlessly, not liking his face, and shrugged.

When silence started to spread around them, Bellatrix simply stood up, throwing a bun at Ash before walking up to the fireplace. “Lets go,” she said and took a handful of floo powder.

One by one they disappeared into a flash of green fire.



Loud sounds rushed over her head as Ash stepped out of the flames that still licked around her feet. They were standing in what seemed to be a very lively tavern. Most people didn’t even notice them arrive through the fire, they were having intense conversations and were laughing loudly while drinking their beer. Only one person really looked over at the new arrivals.

The bartender had noticed the green flames and had prepared to send them off again because the bar was full already. But when the blond girl exited the flames, he stopped breathing for a second. Standing in-between the other two - a very ugly and disfigured boy and a old and formerly good looking lady - was Ash, a girl he had known for a very long time and had always adored.

“Ash! Lange nicht mehr gesehen! Wie geht es dir?” he asked her in German and walked up to her.

Ash stared at the large bearded men in confusion, who was he? She hadn’t even noticed that he was speaking a different language then she was used to nowadays. “Wer sind Sie?” she asked in the same language, moving away from the man who was about to hug her.

“Ash, who is that? What does he want from you?” Bellatrix said from behind, fumbling with her wand.

Ash turned to look at her companions, “No idea. I don’t remember ever seeing this person before.”

Bella looked over at Patrick who smirked at the confused look of the bartender. “Gehen sie uns aus dem Weg, wir wissen nicht wer Sie sind und wollen auch nicht in diesem stinkenden Loch bleiben,” he told the men and grabbed Ash’s arm tightly, trying to pull her out of the tavern. But the bartender saw red and took hold of Ash’s other arm.

“Ash, was ist los? Wer sind diese Menschen? Haben sie dir in irgend einer Weise weh getan?” he asked her concern flashing in his eyes.

But Ash didn’t see this concern. Swiftly she pulled her arms out of the grips of the others and pulled out her wand, pointing it directly into the others face. “Ich weiß zwar nicht wer Sie sind, aber wenn Sie es wagen mich noch einmal anzufassen dann werden Sie nicht mit einer leichten Warnung davon kommen,” she said cold eyes tainted on the tall man in front of her.

“Ash! Was ist mit dir passiert?” he said confused.

“Woher kennen Sie meinen verdammten Namen?”

“Ich war ein Freund deiner Eltern!”

Patricks eyes widened a bit as Ash looked at the men confused. “Der dunkle Lord wäre niemals mit einem Versager wie euch befreundet! Erzählen Sie keine Lügen!” Patrick said loudly and was relieved when he saw her eyes grow cold once more and the grip on her wand tightened.

Griping the wand tightly, she closed the distance between herself and the bartender even more and held the tip of her wand right under his chin.

“Do it Ash, do it!” she heard Bella’s voice echo behind her in a gleeful tone. The visitors of the tavern had finally noticed something a miss and were now focused on the bartender and the girl with the wand. The ones that came with her watched excited, but already had their wands pulled out to stop any of the customers to help the poor man.

“Deprimo,” she whispered and the big man in front of her screamed his body was pushed down onto the floor as he couldn’t hold himself up any longer and you heard his bones cracking one after the other. Just before the fracturing was about to kill him, the girl stopped the curse and leaned down towards the man. “Wer Lügt der lebt nicht lange,” she said in an icy voice and turned back to the others, “Lets go!”

Not saying a word the other two glanced at each other and the people around them and turned around following the youngest of their group. When they had left the tavern, the girl looked at Bellatrix and nodded. Second later the tavern was blazing brightly, fire licking the darkening wood and fleeing through the bursting windows. Screams followed them for another few minutes as Ash lead them away from the scene.

“Where to next?”