Gone Twisted

Three dark cloaked figures were slowly walking down a barely lit street in the middle of the night. A few hours earlier there had been a big party on the streets, were the whole village had come together and celebrated. The decorations were still hanging in the streets and the bright colours and happy motives looked out of place as the three dooming personas walked through the parade.

Suddenly they stopped as the shortest one of them raised her hand. “Its over there,” a melodic voice said and nodded towards a house that was filled with darkness.

“How do you know?” a other, rougher voice asked.

“You gave me the house number, idiot,” the melodic voice stated annoyed.

“Oh, yeah, right...”

The first voice rolled her eyes.

“I can’t believe the Lord had me go with the children... Stop bickering kids, lets go and get this party started,” the third person said in an annoyed voice.

The two others looked at the oldest of the group and sighed. Swiftly they went back to their silent and proud stance and the youngest walked up to the dark house - the other two flanking her. Just before she reached the door, the girl looked at the older women again, a slight confusion in her eyes, “Do we knock?”

The women stared at the girl in shocked silence. “You’re joking, right?”

The girl took a deep breath, squinting her eyes a bit. “Yes?” she said unsure.

“Good. Now blast open the door,” the older women said frustrated. How in the bloody name of Merlin could this girl ever be the ‘strength’ of the Death Eaters? How in Merlins bloody name had she ever managed to make herself so interesting for the Dark Lord? The women couldn’t understand it at all... Although the little show with the bartender a few moments ago had been very entertaining, she had to admit.

Instantly she heard the wooden door in front of them shatter and disperse into the house. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

“They knew we were coming,” the boy said. “Their long gone.”

“No,” the girl said. “They are here, I’m sure of it.” Something about this house rang a bell in her thoughts. She was sure she had been here already. She took another couple of steps into the house and then swiftly turned to look into the living room.

Step...

Step Step...

Step...

The girl stopped short in front of a boring looking bookcase, while the others watched her intently. “What are you looking for?” the boy asked as he saw the women already getting out her wand.

The girl glanced over. “Nothing... I thought I heard something in here, but I guess I was wrong,” the girl shrugged and was about to walk back to the group, when she heard something. A soft sigh, not very loud, but loud enough for her ears to hear. In one fluent movement she pulled out her wand and yelled, “Reducto,” making the bookcase shatter into a thousand pieces. Behind it sat four crouching figures, shocked and with fear in their eyes.

Bella and Patrick smirked and walked up behind the third Death Eater. “Hello, who have we here?” the melodic voice of the girl floated through the air and the parents stared at her in shock and a spark of hope when they recognised the voice of their daughters former best friend. But the hope was soon shattered when they heard her familiar but suddenly cruel sounding laugh as she and the others neared their family.

“We have a couple of questions,” the boy - also a familiar voice added. “I’m hoping you don’t plan on giving me the correct answers anytime soon. That wouldn’t be any fun.”

“We need those answer quickly!” the women growled.

The boy and girl threw her an annoyed glance. “Alright, I’ll use Legilimency
then...” the girl said.

“No!” the boy shouted a bit fast. “Let me do it... You’re still to weak for that kind of magic,” he added and sent a meaningful glance at the women. She rolled her eyes in agreement.

Ash growled in annoyance, “Oh how I hate that fucking Potter and his little Weasley clan...” she swore and pulled back from the cowering family.

“Here play a bit with the children,” Bella sneered and threw her a black haired girl around her age and a small boy of around 8. Both had big frightened eyes that stared at her.

Ash took a hold of the children's arms and pulled her towards the window. Letting her sit down. The girl looked at her in confusion and the boy in amazement. “Ich kenn dich,” the boy said softly, so softly that nobody else but Ash heard him.

Ash looked at him with an raised eyebrow. “Kann nicht sein.”

“Doch, ich kenn dich! Du bist Ash!”

Ash looked over at the other two, they were occupied by the parents. “Woher kennst du meinen Namen?” she asked the boy softly - knowing that scaring the boy would only make him silent.

“Kat, dass ist Ash! Kannst du dich nicht errinnern?” the boy asked, turning to look at his older sister.

The sister looked at him scared and shook her head. “Seb, dass ist ein Death Eater! Wir sagen ihr gar nix!”

“Aber Kat!”

Kat was just about to say something again, when Ash interrupted. “Seb, dass ist kurz für Sebastian, nicht war?”

The boy turned his attention back to the girl and nodded.

“Das ist ein schöner Name,” she said with a smile. “Nun, ich würde dir und deiner Familie gerne helfen. Aber ich muss jetzt wissen, woher glaubst du mich zu kennen?”

“Du warst die beste Freundin von Kat! Aber dann hat sie alles wieder vergessen, ich weiß nicht warum...” Ash looked up at the girl. She was supposed to have been her best friend? That girl in front of her looked pathetic. “Und woher kannte ich deine Schwester?”

“Von der Schule.”

“Hogwarts?”

“Ne, Schwarzwälderkirsch”

Ash looked at the boy confused before looking back at the other two Death Eaters. They had summoned a sound-proof barrier around them, so that the neighbours wouldn’t interrupt their interrogation.

“OK... Was wisst ihr über Gregorovitch?”

The boy looked at her confused. This time she also looked at the girl. “Ich wieß ihr wollt mir nix sagen, aber meine beiden Freunde sind sehr brutal wenn sie nicht kriegen was sie wollen, nun, wenn ihr mir nicht bald sagt was wir wissen wollen, werden die beiden dennen bestimmt weh tun... Und das wollen wir ja nicht! Oder?”

The little boy shock his head furiously. The girl just glared at her. Again Ash looked over her shoulder at the others. She had placed the kids so that they wouldn’t see what was happening to their parents. She believed that was the most horrifying idea. Not knowing about what was happening, being helpless.

Ash leaned towards the girls ear. “Weißt du was sie gerade da hinten machen? Sie foltern deine Eltern, tun ihnen unsagbare Schmerzen zufügen und sie werden nicht aufhören bis sie kriegen was sie wollen. Und sie kriegen immer was sie wollen,” she whipered. “Weißt du wie lange jemand solche schmmerzen aufhalten kann? Ohne permanent geschädigt zu werden? Nein? Ungefähr eine Stunde. Danach ist man nie mehr der Selbe. Die gedanken fliehen einen immer schneller, man findet sich oft auf dem boden liegened, weinend. Man kann sich kaum noch um sich selbst kümmern, ganzgeschweige sich um Schratzen wie euch zu kümmern. Dein Bruder wird ins Kinderheim kommen... Ich glaub nicht das er es dort lange aushält... Was meinst du?” Ash asked and moved the girls head so that she looked at her confused looking brother.

“Ich sag euch nichts!” she screamed and Ash slapped her with her back hand.

“Du musst nichts sagen!” she yelled back and took a hold of the girls face, forcing her to look at Ash herself. Next Ash found herself inside the girls mind. Memories flashed past her as she tired to navigate through the unorganised and cursed mind of the girl. Ash had to admit this mind was very frustrating. She didn’t suffer a memory loss like her, but it seemed that a big part of her life had been erased of her memories, ruining most of her memories and thoughts. It seemed to even have effected her personality.

It definitely did not help that the girl tried to redirect her attention towards food and beverages throughout the whole time. But finally she managed to find fragments of what she was looking for.

Gregorovitch.

Starnberg

Empty

As well as a small picture of a white house that stood on a hill. It was white with a black roof. In front of it was a large green carpet of grass and in background trees rounded of the scenery.

Ash pulled out of the girls mind again. Looking at her intently making sure she understood the situation, then she stood up leaving the girl to attend to the boy as she turned and walked back to the others. She only turned around one more time, as a green flash left her wand.

“I know where he is,” she said walking into the soundproof area. “He’s in a vacant house in Starnberg - not to far away from here.”

The other two looked at her. “And how would you know?”

“The girl. You said I should play with her,” Ash said with a shrug. “But we have to hurry. If we don’t leave now, he could change locations once again!”

The others didn’t move though. “And what should we do with these four?” they asked in a sly tone of voice - again testing her.

“We have no more use for them.”

“I know. But what should we do now?”

“You should already know the answer. Father told it to you.”

“I want to hear it out of your mouth, strength of our cause,” Bellatrix said with sarcasm and critic in her voice.

“Kill them,” Ash said emotionlessly and watched as the other two grinned and green light escaped their wands. A scream escaped their mouths.

“What about the kids?” the boy asked.

“They are already taken care off,” Ash said emotionlessly once again and lead the others towards the door, were they passed the deathly silent bodies of the teenager and her little brother.