A/N: No one’s guessed who Jillian’s mother was? Unbelievable, really. (Evil watcher, that‘s all I‘m saying.) Anyway, battle in progress, Jillian popping out, Draco chained to a wall, Connor remembering more, and Cordy being sarcastic. In case no one caught it, Jillian
is not a good girl
and the spawn of No. 1 bad guy, Voldemort. Ok, and this story is only gonna be 18 chapters. But the story won’t really be over, because then the next part is coming up after this. Sorry if it’s still confusing, but I’m trying to straighten it all out.
Lisa screamed when she saw Jillian blip out of existence right before her very eyes. She raced out the front door, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her cousin, John was in the middle of the rain-flooded street, his fists bloody as he battled men in black cloaks. He paused in the middle of fighting the man, knocking him unconscious.
“Johnny! They’ve taken Jillian!”
But her cousin didn’t see the man behind him, whipping out a pointed stick. She screamed again.
“Johnny, look out!”
Connor whirled around to face his cousin. Or she was supposed to be his cousin. Or at least, they were cousins in the - fuck it. He backhanded the cloaked man and turned to face her, when she screamed again.
Cordelia yelled as she drove her sword through the chest of another death eater. She heard the girl scream. The man behind him started to say something. Before she could even move, Sirius dove in front of the boy. She stood still as the words came from the Deatheater.
“Sirius!” She screamed.
Green light spewed forth from the wand, going straight into Sirius’ body. Harry, who was in the process of making a mad dash to get Lisa back inside, stopped dead in his tracks. He yelled, as a flash of red light slammed into the doorframe above his head. He slammed Lisa to the ground, her body landing painfully beneath his the foyer. Petunia fainted. Dudley nearly did so as well. Harry slammed the door behind him. He started to race up the stairs. But something stopped him. He called down to Dudley.
“Get them the hell out of here. Go out the back way, knock on doors, but get the hell away from here.”
“Wait, what about Jillian?”
Harry gave her an odd look. What the hell did she mean?
“Take her with you!”
“We can’t! They took her!”
Draco let his head rest against his shoulder. She’d only been here for fifteen minutes, and it had felt like fifteen years. Bloody scratches had been raked into his nearly porcelain flesh. It burned painfully. She wanted tears, but he would not give them to her. She was worse than Pettigrew. She was a pretty little thing, and she knew how to break him. It killed him to not struggle.
“Draco, dear, why won’t you just -”Her lips were inches from his ear, her hot breath rippling across his bare flesh. “GIVE IN!” She screamed, her nails finding purchase in his clammy flesh. They dug in until he bled. “C’mon, Draco. You know you want me to stop.” Her index finger dug deeply into on of the open wounds on his chest. He cringed at the pain she caused.
Jillian stepped back. Her hands crossed at her waist. Well, this wasn’t working. She sighed as she glanced at her watch. Not that this wasn’t fun and all, but she really should be getting back to tormenting a certain dark haired boy, not the blond before her. Yes, she enjoyed this work, but she had plans for John Connor Matthews. Fun plans indeed.
“Draco, one last time, dear. Give in to me, and I’ll stop the pain this is causing you.” She leaned into him, laying her head on his breast. “I could make this so good for you, Drakey, if you just give me what I want.”
“Never.” He coughed.
Jillian pulled back, showing little emotion as she quietly spoke, “What did you say?”
“I will never join him. End up like my father? Not bloody likely.”
“I thought you had more sense then that.” She said, backhanding him. “Pettigrew!” She shrilled. The rat man raced in, his head bent to her. She smiled.
“Yes, my lady?”
“I think young master Malfoy’s chest lacks a bit of character, don’t you?”
“What?” She glared at him. “Oh, yes, yes, my lady.”
“Fire up a hot poker, will you. I’ll leave you to deal with him; I must speak with the Lord.”
“Yes, my lady.”
She stepped up to Draco. Her hand caressed his face, as she pinched it suddenly, lifting his head up to face her dead on. “You will
learn how to take orders. I could have stopped this, dear, but you forced my hand.” With another forceful smack to his face, she spun and marched out of the room.
Harry stopped in his bedroom, snatched his wand and was making his way back to help in the fight, when someone popped in behind him. Arms wrapped around him, and Harry felt the familiar tug behind his navel. He let out a muffled cry, as he found himself facing a dark fireplace. Fear settled low in his stomach. Then he recognized the fireplace.
“’Allo Harry. Sit, Remus’ll be here soon.” Tonks said, smiling at the boy.
“But the battle - Connor - Jillian - Sirius-”
“What?” She turned to face him.
“He was there, in the battle.”
“That’s not -”
“I’m not crazy! But they need me!”
“Harry, I can’t take you back! You’ll get yourself killed, and we have to keep you safe!”
“Tonks, I have to go back. I can’t leave Sirius again!” He struggled away from her. Tonks scrambled to grab him again, when Albus Dumbledore burst into the room.
“Harry, be still. Nymphandora, please leave us.”
He waited until the door closed softly behind her. He gave Harry a small smile. He lowered himself into the armchair, waiting for Harry to join him. Harry, however, refused to sit.
“Harry, it is understandable that you believe that you are seeing Sirius. But it is just not possible. We all saw him -”
“I know what we saw! But I also know what I saw not more than ten minutes ago, dammit! He could be dying, and Connor and the woman -”
“Ah - Dudley’s girl’s cousin. Connor Matthews, he - there was a red light and he and I were affected, and so was Jillian, the Lisa’s friend. She was snatched by Deatheaters. I have to get back there.”
“I’m afraid we can’t send you back there alone.”
“Then come with me. I don’t care I have to get back there! You don’t understand -”
“Remus and Nymphandora will go with you.”
“What?” He stopped, mid-rant to stare at him. What was the old man on about? Harry couldn’t figure him out sometimes.
“I have kept so much from you these last years. You wish to return, then I cannot keep you from going to help these people.”
Connor spun around to see the man hurl himself in front of the burst of green light, his sword stabbing into the soaked cloak of the attacker. Connor’s eyes grew wide as he watched the man flicker out of existence. This was surreal.
The last of the attackers were knocked out. Cordelia raced over to him. She glanced over his body, making sure he was ok.
“What happened to him?”
“Magic.” She looked up at his perplexed face. “Oh, don’t worry. Nothing can kill him. He’s already dead.”
Connor took in every word she said. Then checked her over. Then realized what she’d actually said. With that, he raced to the door of the Dursleys house. Cordelia smacked her forehead.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid. Not the way you want to tell him that you’re dead too. Tact, I really ought to learn it.” She raced after him. “Connor, wait up.
Voldemort sat in his chair, listening to the clomping of the girl’s boots on the wood flooring. He raised an eyebrow to her.
“You have to send me back.”
“Why? Here I thought you were enjoying yourself. Don’t you like your prize, my dear?”
“Yeah, it’s bitchin and everything. But I have a plan to get you a prize, my Lord.”
“Ah, and what is this clever plan?”
“Well, you’ll have to send me back to see it all take shape, now won’t you?”
Sirius felt like the Hogwarts Express had hit him. He ached. You weren’t supposed to ache when you were already dead. She leaned over him, her blond hair hanging over his face. It was short and wavy.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Well, Tara’s busy, keeping an eye on her charges. And the big man - although is is awfully short for being the boss of all of this -”
“You had a point here?”
“Boss man sent me to check out your sitch before I get placed with my dangerous duo.”
“Who the bleedin’ hell are you?”
“Yes. You’re supposed to track Connor.”
“I can barely move, and I’m supposed to track the boy? Why can’t Queen C track him? She is still down there, after all”
“Because, you nefarious looking ghost man, he’s going places she can’t go while she’d in partial champion guardian mode or something like that. But you can.”
“Get the hell out, and go track him.”
Sirius growled at her as she shoved him back into the mortal realm. He landed behind Connor as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Stupid bloody ghost women. Enough to drive a man nutters, I tell you.”
Then he heard a whimper from the living room.
Connor slowly made his way over to the couch. He saw Jillian curled tightly into a protective ball, her body covered in small cuts. She gasped as she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of fear. Tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh, Johnny, they all abandoned me.” She cried.
“Harry, and Lisa. The whole lot of them. Those - things tried to make me-” She choked out.
“But they didn’t. You’ll be alright. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”
She threw her arms around him. In her left palm she clutched a cigarette. She smiled into his shoulder as she watched it light.
“Yes. Everything’s looking up.” She whispered, as she felt the tug and they both disappeared from the room.
Harry raced down the stairs the second they had arrived. There was a pouning on the door. He cautiously whipped it open. The woman was there.
“Hey, Harry. Where’s Connor?”
“Who are you? Where’s Sirius? Is he okay? Wait, I thought Connor was out there, fighting?”
“He was, but he’s not. And I’m Cordelia Chase. You two better call back up and round those freaks out there up. They’ll be out for a few hours. But they aren’t dead.” She nodded to Remus and Tonks, who were now standing behind Harry. She paused, shaking her head. “Still not seeing the benefit of that.”
They headed out the door. Cordy looked all around the living room for Connor.
“Wait, if you’re here and Connor was in here, then where’s he now?” Harry asked.
She bent to pick up a cigarette off the living room floor. She gazed up at Harry.
“I think the better question is who took him and where did they take him?”
A/N 2: This chapter took me longer than the others because my computer is doing this really weird thing right now. Anyway. As always, tell me how I did. Chapter Seven of this (now) eighteen part story will include a more bloody Draco, learning who Jillian’s mother was (unless someone guesses) and the hunt to find the people down, and avoiding Tonks and Remus. til then!