Gone Twisted

All of a sudden both of them gasped in pain as the marks on their forearms flamed into colour and summoned them to their master.

They lay still for another second not daring to move, but the pain got greater. Swallowing hard Ash was the first one to stir out of bed, not bothering to pretend to have been asleep. Draco followed her example and swiftly walked over to the closet and threw her a pair of clothes while grabbing his own. In only a few seconds time the two of them were fully dressed and ready to go. Not one word had been said between them.

Quickly Draco took Ash's hand and led her to the Balcony, the faster way to get into a disapparating position. With a nod he told Ash he was ready. She was the better apparator, if she took them they would be standing next to their master in just a moments time.

And before a second had passed, the two of them were squeezed into a compressed tube and stood next to the Dark Lord. Ash quickly glanced around, trying to find out where they were exactly. Large dark room, only faint lights around them. The floors and walls glistened in white marble. Gringotts.

Ash looked to her side and saw that the man she called father was in a fanatic state. His eyes wide and bloodshot in anger for being summoned to this place. A surprisingly large amount of Death Eaters were already standing in around them in a fearful half circle. In front of them a small ugly goblin crawled in the floor in fear.

Confused, she tried to grasp the situation. Death Eaters had been here already and had summoned the Dark Lord, who in return summoned her and Draco?

"My Lord?" she asked unsure, softly touching her fathers arm.

Voldemort looked over to her, "Do you know what this is about?" he asked her furiously.

"No, my Lord. I'm just as confused as you are," she said soothingly.

He turned away from her and demanded silence. At once everyone fell into silence. "What is this all about? Why did you summon me?"

All the witches and wizards that had gathered around them looked around in fear, one of them pushing a goblin into their mids. Ash watched as Voldemort sceptically raised an eyebrow, was this supposed to be a joke? The mighty Lord was supposed to talk to a goblin?

With a nod, he told her to speak for him, "What is this supposed to mean?" Ash said looking at the Death Eaters around her. They all shied away from her glance until one of them called out, trying to hide from her view.

"Someone broke into the vault and took something from it! Tell them you stupid goblin" she squeaked.

Ash was about to say something, but her the Dark Lord talked first, "What are you saying to me?" he said, his voice high and cold. Quickly Ash glanced up at the man and became wide eyes when she saw his eyes widen slightly and his pale paling even further then she would have imagined possible. His voice may not portray anything, but she saw that he was fearful of these news. The goblin trembled on the floor, eyes wide in terror. "Say it again!" the Dark Lord muttered, "Say it again."

"My Lord," the goblin stuttered, "My Lord, we tried to stop them. Imposters, my Lord, broke into the Lestranges vault."

"Imposters?" Voldemort said in furry, and Ash swiftly walked backwards, beckoning out of the eye line of her master and taking Draco with her. She knew that this voice was not a good sign. "What imposters? I thought Gringotts had methods to reveal imposters! Who were they?!"

"I-it was... the P-Potter boy and h-his two accomplices..."

Voldemorts body stiffened at the news, with fear blocking his voice he asked, "and they took?" in a very high pitched voice. "Tell me, what did they take?"

Ash paled as she heard the news, fearing what would come next. Her father had put his most treasured items into that vault, whatever would be missing would be terrible news.

Ash was standing in front of Potter and his two friends and gave them a sad smile. "You're right... I shouldn't but I can't help it. He's never looked this sad, hopeless and confused. You might not have noticed, but he's changing, he's starting to lose himself. I know its wrong, but I can't just watch him die within." With a sigh, she glanced at Potter, the feeling towards him so familiar, like she was looking at a family member of sorts, "enough about that, first tell me what you and Dumbledore are up to."

Harry nodded with a sigh. "Dumbledore told me you would ask. He gave me the O.K. to tell you," he said, but glanced at Hermione and Ron, so that they wouldn't interrupt him. "We're doing this since last year. He's telling me all he knows about Tom Riddle and how he's come to be Voldemort. His family life, how he grew up in an orphanage, his school life... everything."

"Why would you want to know all that? Isn't it enough to just kill him?" Ash interrupted.

"No. He's not so easy to kill... he's got something what is called a Horcrux. Ever heard of them?"

"Horcrux... no never, what is it?"

"From what we gathered, its an object that holds a fragment of its makers soul."

"His soul? That would mean that Voldemort split his soul... would it not? So he's only a fragment of his former human being..."

"Exactly."

"So... you have to destroy the Horcrux first?"

"Yes. We've already found and destroyed two of them but the others are still out there."

"Two of them? That means he has more then one."

"Six to be exact."

Ash's eyes widened. Fear took over her body as she heard the goblin squeal, "A small golden cup, my Lord."

And a scream of rage and denial escaped her fathers lips. His body posture showed taht he was crazed, frenzied. Suddenly she saw her fathers new wand, the Elder wand, he had called it slash through the air, emitting a green streak of lightning that hit the goblin. The goblin was dead. The group of Death Eater in front of them scattered away, terrified. Ash pushed Draco behind her protectively and apparated out of Gringotts, which was turning into a little massacre at her fathers will. Those who did not escape in time would be dead soon.

Ash felt her body press into the tight tube for a much longer time that she had expected. She was unsure where she had sent the two of them too. After being squished and deformed for what seemed like forever, they finally set free again. With a soft plop they landed on soft grass.

Eyes wide in panic, Draco looked over at Ash. "What was that?" he asked, fear in his voice.

"Potter and his friends took something very important... something that could kill the Lord," Ash answered, panting softly.

Draco didn't say something for a long time, "You think my parents made it out in time?"

Ash looked up at him, "I'm sure of it. They always are the first ones to run."

Draco glanced at her, for a second she saw furry in his eyes because she said something mean about his parents, but it changed as soon as he saw that she was concerned as well. Black humour her way of getting past that. "Where are we anyway?" he asked looking around.

"I have no idea," she answered truthfully looking around. Her eyes stopped when she looked at two grave stones behind her.

Katharina Weasley
geb. 9.10.1950
† 22.03.1998

David Weasley
geb. 25.12.1946
† 22.03.1998

Ihr sein für das Wichtigste gestorben.

"You died for the most important?" Ash muttered to herself, feeling Draco move up to her.

Suddenly her mind drifted away again.

Laughter filled the air, she looked to the side and saw a red haired man holding a beautiful blond women in his hands. She was laughing full heartedly as she looked over at her. Still laughing, she raised one of her hands and waved at her, "Komm zu uns, Prinzessin." [Come to us, princess] Smiling widely she felt her small self run up to them with a grin.



The scene changed. She was now sitting next to the two of them, the man's arm wrapped around her shoulders as she leaned into him, her eyes closing a bit in comfort. The women was softly stroking her legs singing a lullaby to her.



"Mami! Mami! Ich hab ihn gekriegt! Ich hab meinen Brief bekommen! Ich werd jetzt eine richtige Hexe!" Ash called out happily and the blond women grinned at her from ear to ear. [Mom! Mom! I got it! I got my letter! I will be a real witch now]

"Herzlichen Glückwunsch, mein Engel! Ich bin so unglaublich stolz auf dich!" the women... her mom said lovingly, hugging her tightly and swinging her into the air where she giggled in delight. [Congratulation, my angel! I am unbelievably proud of you!]

The man from before came into the room, wondering what the commotion was about.

"Papi! Papi! Mein Brief ist hier! Ich darf jetzt auf nach Schwarzwalderkirch!" her ... father grinned at her in delight and went over to hug his to girl tightly. [Daddy! Daddy! My letter is here! I can go to Scharzwalderkirch!]

"Papa! Du zerdrückst mich!" she squealed at the tight embrace. [Dad! You squishing me!]


Ash bowed her head and let her hand brush over the two graves before her.

"Ash? What is it?" she heard Draco ask behind her.

But before she could answer, they once again felt the mark on their left forearm burn. "Lets go," was the only answer he got. Swiftly she took a hold of his hand and together they apparated home, where Voldemort and the rest of his army gathered.