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"Judge a man by his questions, rather than his answears."
EPISODE SEVEN-QUESTION EVERYTHING
[Department of Mysteries, Minisrty of magic]
Bellatrix Lestrange & her cousin Sirius Black where chased through the ministry by over twenty officials' with intent to capture or kill. The Unspeakable's and the Aurors in pursuit of the assailants didn't know who they were chasing, Bellatrix was sure of that. When she and Sirius ran out of that "sick amphitheater" (The death chamber, Bellatrix absolutely loathed that place); they were met by a barrage of spells when they exited the chamber. Sirius made short work of them before Bellatrix could raise an arm, not even muttering a word, but casting a black thunder like energy, driving the opposing forces backwards effortlessly, in the process though causing absolute mayhem.
"Sirius! Is…that…you…Sirius?" Gasped Kingsley Shacklebolt, coughing up blood under debris from a chunk in the wall caused by Sirius raging black energy spell. Sirius squinted through the dust, made out Kingsley location and ran over to him, while ducking and avoiding curses.
"Oh my, I suppose I got carried away, this does not look well old friend…" said Sirius while inspecting Kingsley abdominal section, which was spilling out all of its contents. Sirius looked up after hearing someone scream in fear of Bellatrix getting hurt, his nerves eased when he seen she was the only one standing among fallen bodies, dust and debris.
"Is, this death Sirius? Are you death?" Wheezed Kingsley while grabbing Sirius scruffy, ragged blazer he adorned before his sudden demise at the hands of his barmy cousin. Sirius was at a loss for words, time seemed to slow, he could see Bellatrix getting antsy, and he could hear pattering footsteps of more ministry officials. But Kingsley was his friend, a member of the order and he'd unintentionally caused his death. There go's any hopes of a good night's sleep thought Sirius fighting back tears.
"Yes, It is I, death, I have come in a form you are familiar with to guide you to the hereafter. Are you ready Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Said Sirius in stark seriousness (no pun intended). Kingsley gargled on his blood in an attempt to give a vocal response, but Sirius put his index finger on his own lips hushing Kingsley while at the same time using his other hand to shut his eyelids. Kingsley's body convulsed a couple more times until it lay there, still and cold, void of life.
Kingsley was dead, Sirius stood up from his crouched position over his friends' body and looked about; the ministries officials he and Bellatrix defeated on their way out of the death chamber were either unconscious or beginning to stir, it would seem Kingsley was the only casualty. Unfortunately .
"I am truly sorry about your friend Siri, but we have to move before someone recognizes us like he did, or worse were caught, can you imagine the type of tortures they'd put the likes of me through. " Urged Bellatrix, while patting Sirius on his shoulder and keeping an eye and a raised wand on the door she knew to be the exit, and was surely to be the place where the opposition would emerge in full force.
Sirius stood very still, and looked at Bellatrix with intense contempt before he pushed her, she then began to stumble backwards off balance; she fell over the body of a woman who looked to be paralyzed. "Sirius we don't have time for this, you can exact revenge later, we must go-"
"Lead the way then you evil winch!" Spat Sirius in disdain, tears evident in his eyes, his voice cracking under the pressure of loss. He had been dead for months now, although he was unaware of that, time in purgatory was nonexistent, but the thought of death still very much frightened him, the thought of being responsible for the death of someone he cared about was unbearable.
Bellatrix watched flabbergasted as her dear cousin dropped to his knees and placed his face in his hands, grieving, like those who had grieved for him only 12 weeks ago. "It's this door!" bellowed an unknown voice of authority. Bellatrix jumped to her little delicate feet; her black tendrils of ebony hair swishing about as she hurried to Sirius side and disillusioned him, as well as herself, and dragged him over the threshold of the exit right before the backup ministry officials arrived, nearly bumping into the invisible perpetrators.
Bellatrix managed to get she and Sirius all the way to the atrium undetected, but then they were instantly surrounded; apparently someone cast a spell over the atrium to disable her charm. "Is that Sirius black?" questioned one Auror with his wand pointed at the two of them, like the other thirty something officials.
"No, he's just ah boy, besides Sirius Black is dead you nincompoop!" Fused Williamson, an Auror Bellatrix recognized from her various run inn's with the Ministry. Sirius whispered in her ear "smoke" Bellatrix caught the hint and then stood in front of him, blocking Sirius from the prying eyes of the irregular circle of Ministry Aurors and Unspeakable's.
"But the girl, she sort of looks li-"
"Hey! What are you two doing th-"
A cloud of black smoke erupted from Bellatrix posterior like a creeping dementor combusting. Sirius spell had the desired effect, complete obscurity; the Ministry Officials began firing spell's randomly in their direction blinded by the thick smog. Sirius, finally stable, ceased the opportunity; he grabbed Bellatrix and dashed towards the Floo Network firing spells in random directions to further confuse the antagonist.
"We can't let them escape; the Minister will have our heads."
"They can't exit via Floo Network, its charmed not to respond"
Bellatrix stomach lurched as Sirius guided her through the dense cloud of smoke and quickly to the Floo, but it was disabled the official said, think Bellatrix she thought to herself. "Dumbledore" Whispered Sirius as he hugged Bellatrix and threw them both in the emerald dancing fire to her surprise. As they spun all Bellatrix could think was they were going to be lost forever in this void hole of travel.
[Maxie Delacour Manor, Somewhere in France.]
Harry Potter messaged his temple's to relieve himself of a nasty migraine while in pre amble towards the white door that would lead to the room he would be occupying for the night, a courtesy of a distinguished land baron named Maxi Delacour, Fleurs grandfather. Harry was baffled, it would seem every sense Sirius death, he was somehow free of the dark lord running amuck in his dreams. But this wasn't a blessing and it wasn't a sign that things where finally turning in his favor. Indeed the dark lord's creepy late night mental assaults failed in comparison to these new kinds of night terrors, where complete darkness reigned king and whispering wails of dead spirits saturated the foul air witch tasted sour and gamey.
These reoccurring nightmares were so demanding and so intensive he would find himself waking up in places he hadn't been when he fell asleep. There were also other occurrences where…people he knew to be dead would call out to him in this grim dark twisted space of morbid agonizing torture. Harry continued to rest against the pearl wall while looking out the raining window towards the cherry blossom tree's that swayed so beautifully in the rain shower. Although this was a soothing sight, it still did nothing for his migraine. I wish Fleur was here, then she could use that spell on me again. Or even that Auriel bloke, I could use one of his pepper up potions right about now thought Harry somewhat hypnotized by the "Violet" leaves and their coordination with the aggressive wet wind that was taking place outside, but Harry could swear he could almost feel a actual breeze and even hear whistling rustling leaves as well, as if it was happening in the hall leading to his quarters and not outside the window.
Harry, Hypnotized, subconsciously slid down the wall and closed his eyes…
[Dumbledores Office, Hogwarts]
"But I don't understand, we didn't even use floo powder how did we wind up in Dumbledore's office?!" Bellatrix screeched, not even bothering dusting herself off after emerging from the floo and unto the chic rug in dumbledores study. She began to pace, her mind pondering the pass events, still trying to make sense of it all. She had been dead, murdered by the dark lord; the next thing she remembers is waking up in blinding light, crying tears of blood. She remembers the blood tasted like deep morose regret as well as unimaginable pain, she remembers being able to hear, because she could hear herself screaming, she remembers being able to fell also, because it felt like an overwhelming "presence" of pressure was hard-pressed on her, molding her one might say.
She remembers hearing herself cry out for Sirius, she remembers hearing herself cry out for forgiveness, but all she received was flashing images of those she had tortured, those she had murdered in cold blood. Bellatrix was also bombarded with various Images of her sisters, the Slytherin common room, of her dog Icarus and the Christmas she and Sirius played with him the entire holiday. This was driving her mad; she was beginning to lose her mind.
Then it ended, she was able to tell this because the blinding light retreated, her eyes must have been open the entire time, it was like "someone" cut the switch off in the room. The pressure was lifted, so the screaming stopped, her screaming stopped, but then in place of the divine light came absolute darkness and wailing spirits. The air was thick with musk, she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, although she wasn't even sure she was in physical form, she could hear a voice among the other miserable damned specters; This voice was different from the other's, it was strong, confident, purposeful while the others sounded wounded, weak and lost.
"Did you find happiness in your life?" The mighty voice quarried.
Bellatrix could fell the very vibrations and frequencies this voice emanated; it was like she was a calm pond, and the voice was a meteor crashing down unto it, causing a disastrous ripple effect to travel through the very essence of her being. Bellatrix began to contemplate answering the question, had she found happiness in life? At that very moment, the moment she questioned herself an image of her standing over Frank and Alice Longbottom mindless bodies, laughing merrily as if she was a little girl who had received a pony for her birthday, popped into her mind. She couldn't bring herself to answer the question. It would seem the entity understood or expected this because he asked her a second question without receiving an answer to the first.
"Did you bring happiness to another's life?"
The only image that popped into Bellatrix mind was Tom Riddle, it was funny but it seemed when being judged by a greater power that dwarfed her master of her past life Bellatrix she didn't fear him any longer, understandably. She was already dead after all. All she could see were the images in which he praised her for her efforts, which usually included some vial threat to someone's life and her usually following through with it. Shit, thought Bellatrix. What am I to do, what am I to say? I was a wicked and malign being, I was evil incarnate, and although I could never compare to Riddle, it wasn't for a lack of trying thought Bellatrix.
"No"
And just like that Bellatrix was in the doorway of a café, and it was nineteen-seventy-three, and she was twenty-three all over again, Sirius was thirteen and he had just run away from home. Bellatrix automatically assumed since she was dead, this was some sort illusion, some sort of mental torture since that was a memory of what ignited the hatred she harbored for her favorite cousin. Ironically in death all the hatred she felt in life was no more so in this illusion she sought to encourage her cousin rather than try to sway him back towards traditions and customs of their family like she did so many years ago in her past life. It would seem this triggered something in the Sirius she thought to be an illusion; green smoke did issue out of his mouth ears and eye's after all. Not to mention he flew over London with her in toe, only to crash into the…
Bellatrix stopped right in front of the window in Dumbledore's Office, looking over the Hogwarts grounds. How beautiful it was to be here again she thought to herself. "Sirius can you explain any of whats been happening? Because honestly at this point…" Whispered Bellatrix with her back towards Sirius, who was still trying to give ah go at dusting himself free of the powder they had collecting traveling through the Floo Network.
"You would think since we didn't use any Floo powder… (Sigh) You were tested Bellatrix, by whomever test...us I suppose, as far as I can guess. Anyway I was trapped inside a memory; I guess everyone does have their own hell to live. On that day, the day we ended our bond, the very thing that bound us to one another, we damned our souls I believe. But then, in purgatory, you changed the course of things which sparked my higher consciousness enabling me to realize that we were simply behind a locked door we already had the keys too. It was like understanding dawned upon me, lifetimes of familiarity, lifetimes of empirical knowledge which I gained through direct experience from distant lifetimes I already lived, we already lived." Replied Sirius, who was now sitting in one of the guest chairs in Dumbledore's Office.
"Bellatrix, there's so much we as human beings don't yet understand. The Veil is a doorway to higher understanding if you allow it to be, those who can't grasp its purpose are lost in sentimental recollection forever mourning there wrongs, and never finding a way to right them. But you see Bellatrixs when you declared your unwavering loyalty despite the customs of our family, which you didn't do originally, it triggered the purpose of the Veil allowing me to open my mind's eye, thus figuring out how to escape purgatory."
Bellatrix now sitting next to her cousin was attempting to process the information Sirius was relaying to her. She had to admit that this younger version of Sirius was far wiser then the Sirius she knew at any stage in his past life. "So Because I somehow popped into your pocket of hell and changed prior events that lead to us hating each other in future life, we were given a second chance at said life?" Bellatrix questioned, talking to herself more so then Sirius.
"It would seem so, along with our youth and-
Flames erupted in the middle of the study, it was glorious; the redbird was encased in howling fire as well as its partner Albus Dumbledore. The flame's extinguished and Dumbledore eyes observed the scene before him, there were very few people in life who could say they surprised Albus Dumbledore. Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange where now added to this list. Dumbledore's blue eyes were still as well as his face and body, his gaze traveled from Sirius to Bellatrix then to his predecessors who hung in the Headmaster's Study in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
"It would seem the Black name has been restored to its former glory Dumbledore, my namesake appeared out of your fireplace no longer then ten minutes ago, the things they say is quit astonishing to say the least, and nothing short of superb." Boasted the painting of Phineas Nigellus, Sirius and Bellatrix Great-Great-Grandfather as well as the worst headmaster of Hogwarts, according to everyone. The other Headmaster paintings agreed earnestly.
"I see…" Responded Dumbledore his eyes twinkling as he observed his young pupils, one he thought a lost cause, and the other he thought long dead.
[Maxi Delacour Manor, somewhere in France.]
Harry awoke in white satin sheets and sunlight, the canopy of his huge bed, which occupied most of the room, was hand painted by an artist who was careful to incorporate allot of detail; such as animals, flowers, and hunting scenes. The English mahogany bed was painted with bows, cherubs, and garlands. The mahogany daybed that sat in front of the bed he was currently in and the arm chair against the wall to its right, were covered in coordinating fabrics of exotic birds, flowers and foliage. All of this was highlighted by turquoise wallpaper with black pineapple damask patterns.
Harry had an aching headache still, but the wounds he acquired after his bout with Bill were nonexistent, he looked out the French windows and into the courtyard, birds were singing and dogs the size of horses were barking at the staff who where hard at work tending the garden and cleaning the mid evil fountain which sat in the very middle of the court yard. Harry got out of the king sized bed which dwarfed his bed at Hogwarts considerably, as he walked across the room, he noticed things; such as a little golden bulldog with its leash in its mouth, and an old photograph of a beautiful young woman for a tag. The golden bulldog was stationed on a tripod table which was crafted from rosewood, and from what Harry could gather, it was probably made during the turn of the century. In layman's terms the room was quite opulent. As Harry continued to observe the room, Hedwig flew in through the open French window's and perched herself on the window pane. Harry walked over and only then did he notice she had a note in her beak for him; it was from Monsignor Maxi, it was too late for breakfast, but still time for brunch to which Harry was invited. Harry looked about his room in search of his belongings, Hedwig hooted in the direction of the armoire (cabinet) which was a fine example of mid 18th century Dutch marquetry capabilities noted Harry.
Harry opened the magnificent wardrobe and sure enough there were all of his things, he got dressed and headed out of his room's door. The manor was a different sight then it was at night. As he walked down the Hall which only occupied the door to his room and exposed the various gardens and the courtyard of the estate through the floor to ceiling windows; there where many ornaments that adorned the long tables that lined the wall as well as the purple draperies.
After an hour of walking, Harry came across things like 16th-17th century German print's and engravings as well as hand woven tapestry spun out of silk and gold which documented the story's of war, famine and romance as well as others. There where suites of armor, there where locks and latches made of silver, bronze and gold these same locks was casted in floral designs, no detail seemed to be overlooked in this decadent domicile. After he came across a billiards room, a smoking room, and a couple living hall's, Harry finally made it outside and into the entrance hall where handmaidens and butlers where bustling back and forth, due to the fact they were serving a large number of guest.
"Ah, Arry I zee you 'ave vinally decided to grace us with zour presence zhis afternoon, how delightful, no." Acknowledged Mr. Delacour elated. Harry eyes journeyed from one face to another, it would seem Mr. Delacour's guest found him quite interesting; in the way a man with a swatter finds a fly interesting that is. "Come, join us Arry, I am Zure zou could do with zome fine cuisine, no. After all zhat was Zome night zou had Arry."
Harry approached the large table which was surrounding a beautiful sculpture. The entrance hall was somewhat akin to Hogwarts dining hall except it wasn't magical, depending on your perspective that is. The floor was white marble; its soaring arch's was made of limestone which eventually led to a glass roof so that the sun could shine upon the marvelous rose garden that encircled them.
"Ah, I zee you like zhe sculpture; zis is of Roger rescuing his fair lady Angelique on a Hippogriff of course. Do you see the figures engraved on the gold candelabra just there, flanking the sculpture. Zis is zhe images of zhe Roman Goddesses Juno, Minerva, and Venus." Informed Monsignor Delacour, while eating his poached eggs, and ignoring his many other guest in favor of Harry who was now sitting across from him.
"It's beautiful sir, but there's something I have to ask you."
"Ask away monsignor"
"Who is Auriel? Why am I here? And I had a very peculiar dream last night; I was wondering whether or not it was because of…this place. It fell's so, serene, yet for some reason I've had a headache since I got here." Questioned Harry his hand in his pocket gripping his wand awfully tight.
"Zhese are pertinent question 'Arry, I commend you on your astuteness; I am incapable of answering zhem all I am afraid. But in regards to zour headache, zhis is probably because zhese surroundings are awfully familiar to zou, or rather zhe old zou. Have you noticed your interest has been peeked by my many vain attempts to bring life to zhis 'ome of mine? Have zou considered zhe fact zhat you recognize all zhe many things zhat align zhese beautiful walls and can appreciate zheir value? Have zou been able to appreciate zuch zhings before zou arrived here? I zhink zour mind is trying to zell zou zomething. Question is, will zou allow it"
Harry squinted his eyes, it wasn't because he couldn't see; on the contrary he had been doing fine without his glasses ever since he tossed them away before his duel with Bill. Images were blurry but he could manage, until now, until Monsignor removed the clouds from out of his eyes with his, words. Harry was squinting because his vision was impeccable; it was like he was looking through a stained glass until a few seconds ago when Monsignor Delacour wiped it crystal clear. His sight was sharp, he was at a lost, his vision wasn't the only thing to clear up in a matter of seconds.
"Did you say old me? Do you mean…from a past life?" Mumbled Harry, his eyes now staring at the roses that surrounded the table they where seating at, his mind somewhere else entirely, quit possible on the fact that he could see the beautiful floral exhibition, which should not be possible with out his glasses. Monsignor Delacour chose this moment to feign ignorance and pretend he didn't hear Harry; apparently this was something he was not willing to answer.
Harry sat there not joining in the idle conversation of Monsignor Delacour and his guest who Harry noticed where dressed very affluently and formal. They sat up straight and talked in jest of politician's and family's who they viewed as "new money" and of poor taste. Harry subconsciously looked at his shirt, which were two sizes to big like his pants and trainers. Harry was thankful when the conversation steered towards the gardens and foliage of the estate, right when desert was to be served, although Harry hadn't touched his eggs or bacon yet.
"I was also meaning to ask you, about the cherry blossoms, they look awfully beautiful but somewhat out of place in company of the indigenous tree's that grow here. Not to mention their peculiar violet contrast. I'm curious why you chose those particular trees to plant in your gardens."
"But Monsignor zhere is no cherry blossoms on zhis entire estate. I told zou zhis last night, remember, when zou fainted in zhe hallway" Declared the handmaiden. Harry remembered she was the one who escorted him into his room last night, healed his minor injures and even tucked him in. She placed a slice of Lemon Mousse cake on his plate and continued to look at him with bizarre interest, as was everyone else with the exception of Monsignor Delacour: who was watching the many butterflies dance their chaotic rhythm while he was humming along with the vinyl recordings of symphony's that none found moving besides him.
{{{A/N I know the story is a bit confusing, but if you have made it to this chapter allot of things should be cleared up. Now, the story is just beginning, I am setting up a whole host of things, such as pairing between allot of characters. Also I would like for everyone to note that even if you think you know whats going to happen in this fanfic, your probably wrong. This chapter is the first chapter I revealed to have some sort of lavishness to it, this story will have a vain air about it, you have been forewarned.}}}
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"Judge a man by his questions, rather than his answears."
EPISODE SEVEN-QUESTION EVERYTHING
[Department of Mysteries, Minisrty of magic]
Bellatrix Lestrange & her cousin Sirius Black where chased through the ministry by over twenty officials' with intent to capture or kill. The Unspeakable's and the Aurors in pursuit of the assailants didn't know who they were chasing, Bellatrix was sure of that. When she and Sirius ran out of that "sick amphitheater" (The death chamber, Bellatrix absolutely loathed that place); they were met by a barrage of spells when they exited the chamber. Sirius made short work of them before Bellatrix could raise an arm, not even muttering a word, but casting a black thunder like energy, driving the opposing forces backwards effortlessly, in the process though causing absolute mayhem.
"Sirius! Is…that…you…Sirius?" Gasped Kingsley Shacklebolt, coughing up blood under debris from a chunk in the wall caused by Sirius raging black energy spell. Sirius squinted through the dust, made out Kingsley location and ran over to him, while ducking and avoiding curses.
"Oh my, I suppose I got carried away, this does not look well old friend…" said Sirius while inspecting Kingsley abdominal section, which was spilling out all of its contents. Sirius looked up after hearing someone scream in fear of Bellatrix getting hurt, his nerves eased when he seen she was the only one standing among fallen bodies, dust and debris.
"Is, this death Sirius? Are you death?" Wheezed Kingsley while grabbing Sirius scruffy, ragged blazer he adorned before his sudden demise at the hands of his barmy cousin. Sirius was at a loss for words, time seemed to slow, he could see Bellatrix getting antsy, and he could hear pattering footsteps of more ministry officials. But Kingsley was his friend, a member of the order and he'd unintentionally caused his death. There go's any hopes of a good night's sleep thought Sirius fighting back tears.
"Yes, It is I, death, I have come in a form you are familiar with to guide you to the hereafter. Are you ready Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Said Sirius in stark seriousness (no pun intended). Kingsley gargled on his blood in an attempt to give a vocal response, but Sirius put his index finger on his own lips hushing Kingsley while at the same time using his other hand to shut his eyelids. Kingsley's body convulsed a couple more times until it lay there, still and cold, void of life.
Kingsley was dead, Sirius stood up from his crouched position over his friends' body and looked about; the ministries officials he and Bellatrix defeated on their way out of the death chamber were either unconscious or beginning to stir, it would seem Kingsley was the only casualty. Unfortunately .
"I am truly sorry about your friend Siri, but we have to move before someone recognizes us like he did, or worse were caught, can you imagine the type of tortures they'd put the likes of me through. " Urged Bellatrix, while patting Sirius on his shoulder and keeping an eye and a raised wand on the door she knew to be the exit, and was surely to be the place where the opposition would emerge in full force.
Sirius stood very still, and looked at Bellatrix with intense contempt before he pushed her, she then began to stumble backwards off balance; she fell over the body of a woman who looked to be paralyzed. "Sirius we don't have time for this, you can exact revenge later, we must go-"
"Lead the way then you evil winch!" Spat Sirius in disdain, tears evident in his eyes, his voice cracking under the pressure of loss. He had been dead for months now, although he was unaware of that, time in purgatory was nonexistent, but the thought of death still very much frightened him, the thought of being responsible for the death of someone he cared about was unbearable.
Bellatrix watched flabbergasted as her dear cousin dropped to his knees and placed his face in his hands, grieving, like those who had grieved for him only 12 weeks ago. "It's this door!" bellowed an unknown voice of authority. Bellatrix jumped to her little delicate feet; her black tendrils of ebony hair swishing about as she hurried to Sirius side and disillusioned him, as well as herself, and dragged him over the threshold of the exit right before the backup ministry officials arrived, nearly bumping into the invisible perpetrators.
Bellatrix managed to get she and Sirius all the way to the atrium undetected, but then they were instantly surrounded; apparently someone cast a spell over the atrium to disable her charm. "Is that Sirius black?" questioned one Auror with his wand pointed at the two of them, like the other thirty something officials.
"No, he's just ah boy, besides Sirius Black is dead you nincompoop!" Fused Williamson, an Auror Bellatrix recognized from her various run inn's with the Ministry. Sirius whispered in her ear "smoke" Bellatrix caught the hint and then stood in front of him, blocking Sirius from the prying eyes of the irregular circle of Ministry Aurors and Unspeakable's.
"But the girl, she sort of looks li-"
"Hey! What are you two doing th-"
A cloud of black smoke erupted from Bellatrix posterior like a creeping dementor combusting. Sirius spell had the desired effect, complete obscurity; the Ministry Officials began firing spell's randomly in their direction blinded by the thick smog. Sirius, finally stable, ceased the opportunity; he grabbed Bellatrix and dashed towards the Floo Network firing spells in random directions to further confuse the antagonist.
"We can't let them escape; the Minister will have our heads."
"They can't exit via Floo Network, its charmed not to respond"
Bellatrix stomach lurched as Sirius guided her through the dense cloud of smoke and quickly to the Floo, but it was disabled the official said, think Bellatrix she thought to herself. "Dumbledore" Whispered Sirius as he hugged Bellatrix and threw them both in the emerald dancing fire to her surprise. As they spun all Bellatrix could think was they were going to be lost forever in this void hole of travel.
[Maxie Delacour Manor, Somewhere in France.]
Harry Potter messaged his temple's to relieve himself of a nasty migraine while in pre amble towards the white door that would lead to the room he would be occupying for the night, a courtesy of a distinguished land baron named Maxi Delacour, Fleurs grandfather. Harry was baffled, it would seem every sense Sirius death, he was somehow free of the dark lord running amuck in his dreams. But this wasn't a blessing and it wasn't a sign that things where finally turning in his favor. Indeed the dark lord's creepy late night mental assaults failed in comparison to these new kinds of night terrors, where complete darkness reigned king and whispering wails of dead spirits saturated the foul air witch tasted sour and gamey.
These reoccurring nightmares were so demanding and so intensive he would find himself waking up in places he hadn't been when he fell asleep. There were also other occurrences where…people he knew to be dead would call out to him in this grim dark twisted space of morbid agonizing torture. Harry continued to rest against the pearl wall while looking out the raining window towards the cherry blossom tree's that swayed so beautifully in the rain shower. Although this was a soothing sight, it still did nothing for his migraine. I wish Fleur was here, then she could use that spell on me again. Or even that Auriel bloke, I could use one of his pepper up potions right about now thought Harry somewhat hypnotized by the "Violet" leaves and their coordination with the aggressive wet wind that was taking place outside, but Harry could swear he could almost feel a actual breeze and even hear whistling rustling leaves as well, as if it was happening in the hall leading to his quarters and not outside the window.
Harry, Hypnotized, subconsciously slid down the wall and closed his eyes…
[Dumbledores Office, Hogwarts]
"But I don't understand, we didn't even use floo powder how did we wind up in Dumbledore's office?!" Bellatrix screeched, not even bothering dusting herself off after emerging from the floo and unto the chic rug in dumbledores study. She began to pace, her mind pondering the pass events, still trying to make sense of it all. She had been dead, murdered by the dark lord; the next thing she remembers is waking up in blinding light, crying tears of blood. She remembers the blood tasted like deep morose regret as well as unimaginable pain, she remembers being able to hear, because she could hear herself screaming, she remembers being able to fell also, because it felt like an overwhelming "presence" of pressure was hard-pressed on her, molding her one might say.
She remembers hearing herself cry out for Sirius, she remembers hearing herself cry out for forgiveness, but all she received was flashing images of those she had tortured, those she had murdered in cold blood. Bellatrix was also bombarded with various Images of her sisters, the Slytherin common room, of her dog Icarus and the Christmas she and Sirius played with him the entire holiday. This was driving her mad; she was beginning to lose her mind.
Then it ended, she was able to tell this because the blinding light retreated, her eyes must have been open the entire time, it was like "someone" cut the switch off in the room. The pressure was lifted, so the screaming stopped, her screaming stopped, but then in place of the divine light came absolute darkness and wailing spirits. The air was thick with musk, she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, although she wasn't even sure she was in physical form, she could hear a voice among the other miserable damned specters; This voice was different from the other's, it was strong, confident, purposeful while the others sounded wounded, weak and lost.
"Did you find happiness in your life?" The mighty voice quarried.
Bellatrix could fell the very vibrations and frequencies this voice emanated; it was like she was a calm pond, and the voice was a meteor crashing down unto it, causing a disastrous ripple effect to travel through the very essence of her being. Bellatrix began to contemplate answering the question, had she found happiness in life? At that very moment, the moment she questioned herself an image of her standing over Frank and Alice Longbottom mindless bodies, laughing merrily as if she was a little girl who had received a pony for her birthday, popped into her mind. She couldn't bring herself to answer the question. It would seem the entity understood or expected this because he asked her a second question without receiving an answer to the first.
"Did you bring happiness to another's life?"
The only image that popped into Bellatrix mind was Tom Riddle, it was funny but it seemed when being judged by a greater power that dwarfed her master of her past life Bellatrix she didn't fear him any longer, understandably. She was already dead after all. All she could see were the images in which he praised her for her efforts, which usually included some vial threat to someone's life and her usually following through with it. Shit, thought Bellatrix. What am I to do, what am I to say? I was a wicked and malign being, I was evil incarnate, and although I could never compare to Riddle, it wasn't for a lack of trying thought Bellatrix.
"No"
And just like that Bellatrix was in the doorway of a café, and it was nineteen-seventy-three, and she was twenty-three all over again, Sirius was thirteen and he had just run away from home. Bellatrix automatically assumed since she was dead, this was some sort illusion, some sort of mental torture since that was a memory of what ignited the hatred she harbored for her favorite cousin. Ironically in death all the hatred she felt in life was no more so in this illusion she sought to encourage her cousin rather than try to sway him back towards traditions and customs of their family like she did so many years ago in her past life. It would seem this triggered something in the Sirius she thought to be an illusion; green smoke did issue out of his mouth ears and eye's after all. Not to mention he flew over London with her in toe, only to crash into the…
Bellatrix stopped right in front of the window in Dumbledore's Office, looking over the Hogwarts grounds. How beautiful it was to be here again she thought to herself. "Sirius can you explain any of whats been happening? Because honestly at this point…" Whispered Bellatrix with her back towards Sirius, who was still trying to give ah go at dusting himself free of the powder they had collecting traveling through the Floo Network.
"You would think since we didn't use any Floo powder… (Sigh) You were tested Bellatrix, by whomever test...us I suppose, as far as I can guess. Anyway I was trapped inside a memory; I guess everyone does have their own hell to live. On that day, the day we ended our bond, the very thing that bound us to one another, we damned our souls I believe. But then, in purgatory, you changed the course of things which sparked my higher consciousness enabling me to realize that we were simply behind a locked door we already had the keys too. It was like understanding dawned upon me, lifetimes of familiarity, lifetimes of empirical knowledge which I gained through direct experience from distant lifetimes I already lived, we already lived." Replied Sirius, who was now sitting in one of the guest chairs in Dumbledore's Office.
"Bellatrix, there's so much we as human beings don't yet understand. The Veil is a doorway to higher understanding if you allow it to be, those who can't grasp its purpose are lost in sentimental recollection forever mourning there wrongs, and never finding a way to right them. But you see Bellatrixs when you declared your unwavering loyalty despite the customs of our family, which you didn't do originally, it triggered the purpose of the Veil allowing me to open my mind's eye, thus figuring out how to escape purgatory."
Bellatrix now sitting next to her cousin was attempting to process the information Sirius was relaying to her. She had to admit that this younger version of Sirius was far wiser then the Sirius she knew at any stage in his past life. "So Because I somehow popped into your pocket of hell and changed prior events that lead to us hating each other in future life, we were given a second chance at said life?" Bellatrix questioned, talking to herself more so then Sirius.
"It would seem so, along with our youth and-
Flames erupted in the middle of the study, it was glorious; the redbird was encased in howling fire as well as its partner Albus Dumbledore. The flame's extinguished and Dumbledore eyes observed the scene before him, there were very few people in life who could say they surprised Albus Dumbledore. Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange where now added to this list. Dumbledore's blue eyes were still as well as his face and body, his gaze traveled from Sirius to Bellatrix then to his predecessors who hung in the Headmaster's Study in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
"It would seem the Black name has been restored to its former glory Dumbledore, my namesake appeared out of your fireplace no longer then ten minutes ago, the things they say is quit astonishing to say the least, and nothing short of superb." Boasted the painting of Phineas Nigellus, Sirius and Bellatrix Great-Great-Grandfather as well as the worst headmaster of Hogwarts, according to everyone. The other Headmaster paintings agreed earnestly.
"I see…" Responded Dumbledore his eyes twinkling as he observed his young pupils, one he thought a lost cause, and the other he thought long dead.
[Maxi Delacour Manor, somewhere in France.]
Harry awoke in white satin sheets and sunlight, the canopy of his huge bed, which occupied most of the room, was hand painted by an artist who was careful to incorporate allot of detail; such as animals, flowers, and hunting scenes. The English mahogany bed was painted with bows, cherubs, and garlands. The mahogany daybed that sat in front of the bed he was currently in and the arm chair against the wall to its right, were covered in coordinating fabrics of exotic birds, flowers and foliage. All of this was highlighted by turquoise wallpaper with black pineapple damask patterns.
Harry had an aching headache still, but the wounds he acquired after his bout with Bill were nonexistent, he looked out the French windows and into the courtyard, birds were singing and dogs the size of horses were barking at the staff who where hard at work tending the garden and cleaning the mid evil fountain which sat in the very middle of the court yard. Harry got out of the king sized bed which dwarfed his bed at Hogwarts considerably, as he walked across the room, he noticed things; such as a little golden bulldog with its leash in its mouth, and an old photograph of a beautiful young woman for a tag. The golden bulldog was stationed on a tripod table which was crafted from rosewood, and from what Harry could gather, it was probably made during the turn of the century. In layman's terms the room was quite opulent. As Harry continued to observe the room, Hedwig flew in through the open French window's and perched herself on the window pane. Harry walked over and only then did he notice she had a note in her beak for him; it was from Monsignor Maxi, it was too late for breakfast, but still time for brunch to which Harry was invited. Harry looked about his room in search of his belongings, Hedwig hooted in the direction of the armoire (cabinet) which was a fine example of mid 18th century Dutch marquetry capabilities noted Harry.
Harry opened the magnificent wardrobe and sure enough there were all of his things, he got dressed and headed out of his room's door. The manor was a different sight then it was at night. As he walked down the Hall which only occupied the door to his room and exposed the various gardens and the courtyard of the estate through the floor to ceiling windows; there where many ornaments that adorned the long tables that lined the wall as well as the purple draperies.
After an hour of walking, Harry came across things like 16th-17th century German print's and engravings as well as hand woven tapestry spun out of silk and gold which documented the story's of war, famine and romance as well as others. There where suites of armor, there where locks and latches made of silver, bronze and gold these same locks was casted in floral designs, no detail seemed to be overlooked in this decadent domicile. After he came across a billiards room, a smoking room, and a couple living hall's, Harry finally made it outside and into the entrance hall where handmaidens and butlers where bustling back and forth, due to the fact they were serving a large number of guest.
"Ah, Arry I zee you 'ave vinally decided to grace us with zour presence zhis afternoon, how delightful, no." Acknowledged Mr. Delacour elated. Harry eyes journeyed from one face to another, it would seem Mr. Delacour's guest found him quite interesting; in the way a man with a swatter finds a fly interesting that is. "Come, join us Arry, I am Zure zou could do with zome fine cuisine, no. After all zhat was Zome night zou had Arry."
Harry approached the large table which was surrounding a beautiful sculpture. The entrance hall was somewhat akin to Hogwarts dining hall except it wasn't magical, depending on your perspective that is. The floor was white marble; its soaring arch's was made of limestone which eventually led to a glass roof so that the sun could shine upon the marvelous rose garden that encircled them.
"Ah, I zee you like zhe sculpture; zis is of Roger rescuing his fair lady Angelique on a Hippogriff of course. Do you see the figures engraved on the gold candelabra just there, flanking the sculpture. Zis is zhe images of zhe Roman Goddesses Juno, Minerva, and Venus." Informed Monsignor Delacour, while eating his poached eggs, and ignoring his many other guest in favor of Harry who was now sitting across from him.
"It's beautiful sir, but there's something I have to ask you."
"Ask away monsignor"
"Who is Auriel? Why am I here? And I had a very peculiar dream last night; I was wondering whether or not it was because of…this place. It fell's so, serene, yet for some reason I've had a headache since I got here." Questioned Harry his hand in his pocket gripping his wand awfully tight.
"Zhese are pertinent question 'Arry, I commend you on your astuteness; I am incapable of answering zhem all I am afraid. But in regards to zour headache, zhis is probably because zhese surroundings are awfully familiar to zou, or rather zhe old zou. Have you noticed your interest has been peeked by my many vain attempts to bring life to zhis 'ome of mine? Have zou considered zhe fact zhat you recognize all zhe many things zhat align zhese beautiful walls and can appreciate zheir value? Have zou been able to appreciate zuch zhings before zou arrived here? I zhink zour mind is trying to zell zou zomething. Question is, will zou allow it"
Harry squinted his eyes, it wasn't because he couldn't see; on the contrary he had been doing fine without his glasses ever since he tossed them away before his duel with Bill. Images were blurry but he could manage, until now, until Monsignor removed the clouds from out of his eyes with his, words. Harry was squinting because his vision was impeccable; it was like he was looking through a stained glass until a few seconds ago when Monsignor Delacour wiped it crystal clear. His sight was sharp, he was at a lost, his vision wasn't the only thing to clear up in a matter of seconds.
"Did you say old me? Do you mean…from a past life?" Mumbled Harry, his eyes now staring at the roses that surrounded the table they where seating at, his mind somewhere else entirely, quit possible on the fact that he could see the beautiful floral exhibition, which should not be possible with out his glasses. Monsignor Delacour chose this moment to feign ignorance and pretend he didn't hear Harry; apparently this was something he was not willing to answer.
Harry sat there not joining in the idle conversation of Monsignor Delacour and his guest who Harry noticed where dressed very affluently and formal. They sat up straight and talked in jest of politician's and family's who they viewed as "new money" and of poor taste. Harry subconsciously looked at his shirt, which were two sizes to big like his pants and trainers. Harry was thankful when the conversation steered towards the gardens and foliage of the estate, right when desert was to be served, although Harry hadn't touched his eggs or bacon yet.
"I was also meaning to ask you, about the cherry blossoms, they look awfully beautiful but somewhat out of place in company of the indigenous tree's that grow here. Not to mention their peculiar violet contrast. I'm curious why you chose those particular trees to plant in your gardens."
"But Monsignor zhere is no cherry blossoms on zhis entire estate. I told zou zhis last night, remember, when zou fainted in zhe hallway" Declared the handmaiden. Harry remembered she was the one who escorted him into his room last night, healed his minor injures and even tucked him in. She placed a slice of Lemon Mousse cake on his plate and continued to look at him with bizarre interest, as was everyone else with the exception of Monsignor Delacour: who was watching the many butterflies dance their chaotic rhythm while he was humming along with the vinyl recordings of symphony's that none found moving besides him.
{{{A/N I know the story is a bit confusing, but if you have made it to this chapter allot of things should be cleared up. Now, the story is just beginning, I am setting up a whole host of things, such as pairing between allot of characters. Also I would like for everyone to note that even if you think you know whats going to happen in this fanfic, your probably wrong. This chapter is the first chapter I revealed to have some sort of lavishness to it, this story will have a vain air about it, you have been forewarned.}}}