Episode 6: In the Face of Danger

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Written and Directed by Humaira K and Gill P

Guest starring

Eliza Dushku as Faith Lehane
Devon Murray as Seamus Finnigan
Richard Roxburgh as Rudolphus Lestrange
Peta Wilson as Bellatrix Lestrange

The class assembled quietly, as Faith watched them file in. Her first time teaching had been nerve racking, but she was getting used to this. The red headed boy, Ron, had volunteered to help her. She was grateful for the assistance as third years tended to be a little too nervous and trigger-happy. This class had the highest rate of injuries.

“Mr. Weasley is going to be assisting me today, so I expect the same level of respect for him as you give to me. Remember, this is an optional class, so if you don’t wanna learn then get the hell out,” reminded Faith to her class, as she walked up and down the spacious Great Hall.

Nobody said a word as they eagerly watched Faith show them their task with Ron’s help.

“I don’t need no TNT, I don’t need no fuse/All I need is a bumping beat, to bump away my blues/I don’t give a damn what the people say, I’m gonna do it my way (yeah, do it my way).”

“Get into pairs, with someone you’ve not worked with already,” she said after her mock fight with Ron, “You may be in a situation, especially in the Muggle world where you don’t have your partner handy and you can’t rehearse what you’re attacker’s going to do to you. Always keep your wits about you and don’t ever underestimate the power of anything as a weapon. If it can hurt someone, allowing you to escape, use it.”

The class practiced the basic punches and kicks she had shown them with Ron as she made her way around the class, correcting, watching and praising. By the time the class ended, Faith was pleased with the results.

“I’m liking what I’m seeing here. You’re all really progressing guys, so well done!” she said with a smile. The kids filtered out, chatting noisily and planning the rest of their weekends.

“You should be a teacher when you leave,” said Faith as she and Ron fell into step walking out of the Great Hall.

“Me?!” asked Ron in surprise.

“Sure, you got the patience, the sternness and the right amount of know-how.”

“I always thought Hermione would be the teacher, not me,” said Ron still dumbfounded.

“Look, it’s just an option. You could have been a slayer if you were a girl, and I know the Watchers Council is always looking for someone.”

“I don’t think I could be a Watcher. I asked Wesley once what it entailed, and it doesn’t sound like me, I hate research!”

“Boom boom b’boom, a bang bang bang/I gotta let it all out, do my thing, boom boom boom and a bang bang bang/Boom bang, boom b’bang bang, boom bang, boom bang bang/Do your thing, Do your thing (make my body swing)/Do your thing, Do your thing (your thing, my thing, oh oh oh oh).”

Faith laughed heartily, “I’m not a big fan of it either, but it could mean the difference between life and death. You don’t have to be a Watcher. With your magical abilities you could help out with the coven, or even train the Slayers. There are a lot of options in the new Council. I’ll give you Robson’s number if you want. He’s as good a guy as Giles.”

“I’ll think about it,” said Ron already pondering this new choice in his life.

* * *

Meliza waited patiently outside of the library. She had stalked Seamus that far, but hadn’t gotten up the nerve to actually go inside. She was going to follow Ana’s advice and ask Seamus out. Draco was dead weight and she wasn’t going to let him hold her back any longer.

“Meliza!” Sydney said warmly from behind her. Sydney’s mind was still a little confused about the Pensieve, but she tried hard to stay focused on her job.

Meliza jumped.

“Are you okay?” Sydney asked, laughing.

“I’m-I’m fine professor. What are you doing here?”

“Just going to look up information to back up an argument. One of my younger students and I had a bit of a tiff over Muggle stereo speakers. We spent most of the hour arguing back and forth. Care to join me?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’/The night’s the time for all your tears/Your heart may be broken tonight/But tomorrow in the morning light/Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’.”

Meliza followed Sydney into the library, and she cast her head left to right to try and find Seamus. As they strode down the aisles towards the Muggle Studies books, Meliza still couldn’t find him. She was losing her nerve, and if she didn’t find him soon, she was going to forget the whole thing and walk away.

“So,” began Sydney, “what do you plan to do when you leave Hogwarts?”

“Visit America for my gap year,” Meliza replied immediately. “Then maybe attend a Muggle university, maybe Capel Manor College. I’d like to study floristry and gardening.”

“That’s an interesting field,” Sydney remarked.

“When my mum was… still here, she loved her garden. So when she left, I kinda got it in my head that her garden was like the only way I could communicate with her, even though she was gone. It brought me peace, if that makes sense.”

“That makes perfect sense,” Sydney encouraged her. “When my mother died, all I had were Muggle photographs, and a few scattered memories. Even though I spent most of my life believing she was dead when she was in fact alive, it was the memories I had of my mom that kept me going. Found it!” Sydney carefully removed a book from the shelf, just as Seamus and Dean walked by confidently, giggling under their breaths.

Meliza squeaked and hid herself quickly. ‘What am I DOING?’ she berated herself. ‘Like I couldn’t ask a guy out. What’s my problem?!’

“The night-time shadows disappear/And with them go all your tears/For the morning will bring joy/For every girl and boy/So don’t let the sun catch you cryin’.”

“Meliza?” Sydney asked. She strode down the aisle and peered around the corner, seeing Dean and Seamus walk towards the large door that lead back into Hogwarts. “You better catch him before he leaves,” she said with a sly grin.

Meliza bit her bottom lip, and nodded. “Thanks Professor.” She clutched her book bag tightly.

“Anytime. See you in class.”

Meliza sucked in her breath, and strode out of the library. Seamus was halfway down the hall. Meliza melted. ‘Even his hair is cute,’ she thought breathlessly.

“Seamus!” she found herself saying. He stopped dead in his tracks and peered over his shoulder, turning his body to see her.

“Meliza!” he replied warmly. Dean nodded knowingly, and nodded at Seamus, who nodded back. He strode away quickly, leaving the two of them alone. “What’s up?” he asked as she met up with him.

“I was wondering if… next Hogsmeade visit, we could… go together,” Meliza managed to squeak out.

Seamus grinned, and Meliza went weak in the knees. “Funny you should ask because I was about to ask you!”

“Really?” Meliza let out a sigh of relief. “Well, okay, I better go.” She wanted to bolt out of there so badly, even though it had gone so well.

“I’ll go with you,” Seamus offered sweetly. He held his arm out, and Meliza blushed, taking it.

* * *

Harry and Anastasia strolled hand in hand, defiantly meeting the eyes of the shoppers furtively casting hurried glances at them during their visit. Hogwarts students didn’t bat an eyelid at the couple, and were cheerfully enjoying the first of many Hogsmeade visits. Harry wistfully caught some of the awestruck expressions of the third years, remembering his own first impression of Hogsmeade.

Anastasia yanked him away from the crowd with a smile, and soon they were near a field that was a little out of the way of the town. Setting their picnic basket down, they unfolded a blanket and took out the food from it. Harry marvelled at Anastasia’s hair catching the light in the mild October sun as it shielded her face. She caught him looking and said, “What?”

“Night and day, you are the one/Only you beneath the moon or under the sun/Whether near to me or far, no matter, darling, where you are/I think of you night and day.”

Harry didn’t say a word, but leaned forward and tucked it behind her ear, Anastasia sat still as he did and loved the peace of just being with Harry.

“You shouldn’t hide your face,” said Harry quietly, still staring at her. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

“What else do you like about me?” asked Anastasia, interestedly. She wasn’t being playful, but was genuinely interested.

“I like the way you smile, which is more often these days. I like your laugh, I like the way I can be in the Great Hall, and you’ll squeeze my hand and everything’s OK,” said Harry smilingly.

“That’s a lot of stuff to like,” said Anastasia glowingly.

“And I like the fact you treat me as just Harry. Not the boy who lived or some saviour,” said Harry with a bitter smile.

“But that’s all you are to me. Even without HER interference, I’ve always liked you. I guess I should thank her for that, she brought me closer to you,” said Anastasia leaning into Harry’s body.

“Day and night, why is it so, that this longing for you follows wherever I go?/In the raring traffic’s boom, in the silence of my lonely room/I think of you night and day.”

“Maybe we should send Bellatrix a bouquet of thanks,” murmured Harry as their lips lightly touched.

* * *

“Silly girl,” Bellatrix said. She was using an old spell that she hadn’t used since Hogwarts even. She could cast an image of something happening right at that moment onto a piece of glass. Bellatrix squinted at the moving images, her heart becoming colder as she watched Anastasia Darcy smile widely at that stupid Potter boy.

“Duermen tus recuerdos/de “bano y perfume/en tus aposentos/llenos de ternura/mi querida Alhambra.”

“Bella?” Rudophus asked, as Bella carelessly dropped the glass on the floor. It shattered into three jagged pieces. The crash pulled him from the stupor of reading book after book, trying to find a way to help his wife achieve her goal.

“I’m leaving,” she said, scooping the Polyjuice Potion into a glass and adding hair from a nameless witch she had murdered in cold blood a few hours before.

“Where are you going?” he asked carefully.

“I’m… going to teach Anastasia Darcy a lesson,” she replied lightly. She brought the goblet to her lips and drank a healthy dose.

“Why? Anastasia has consumed you for so long, Bella,” he said. “Let her go. She’s no longer a threat.”

“Every moment she’s allowed to BREATHE, she’s a threat to me!”

“Is it because of our daughter, isn’t it?” Rudolphus looked at his wife with an almost sad, but knowing look in his beady eyes.

“Of course not,” Bellatrix huffed. She paused to think, as the transformation took place.

“You’re asking yourself, why someone as gifted as Anastasia has been allowed to survive for so long, when you could not save our own daughter, who didn’t have the same chance at life as Anastasia?”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“Bella, do not let a silly little girl allow you to stray from your goals.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Make of it what you wish.”

“Viste mil amores/nacer en tus entranas/luces que acarician/desde tus ventanas/despechada Alhambra.”

Bellatrix put on the dead witch’s robes and made her way out of their shelter without another word.

* * *

Lucius Malfoy gave his son a withering look, “Why are you suggesting this?”

Sark gazed coolly into his father’s eyes and explained his reasoning, “Because it is pointless to try and meet the demands of the Covenant and wrestle Bellatrix for control of the Wizarding world. Our interests would be better served in finding a way to draw out Nadia and Sydney.”

Surprisingly his father deflated into his favourite chair and closed his eyes. There had been many instances where they had to divide their time between the two ventures, and the Covenant was becoming impatient with their lack of progress.

The warm fire sparkled and crackled as the heady mix of burning wood spread into the room making Julian feel a little sleepy. He disciplined himself to stay alert and awake, his father’s temper was unpredictable.

Finally Lucius opened his eyes and gave his son a warm smile, “Very well Julian. I have a plan. There is no way we can break into Hogwarts and kidnap Miss Bristow. Finding Miss Santos is impossible, as I believe you are right, she is somewhere unplottable.

Our only way to get to Sydney is to break her, from a distance, so that when she’s at her most weakened we can kidnap her and deliver her to the Covenant. Then we shall send word out to the group of do gooders and they will give us Nadia as ransom, but before they know what’s happening we’ll have Portkeyed them both to the Covenant facility.”

Sark’s smile was wide as he heard the plan; father and son toasted each other, as the solution to their problem finally seemed within reach.

* * *

Bellatrix swallowed her pride and walked briskly towards the outskirts of Hogsmeade. The dead witch’s blue eyes gazed coldly at every smiling, grinning Hogwarts student or Hogsmeade patron. She wanted so badly to just cast the Avada Kedavra spell on someone, anyone. She hated that they could have happiness whilst she had to hide her true visage from the fools.

‘I’ve got less than forty minutes. Where is that blasted girl?’ Bella thought angrily. She paused in the middle of the main street and peered up and down, past the lit homes and storefronts. Then she heard that laugh, that annoying, high-pitched giggle that unmistakably belonged to her rival. She grinned icily and made her way towards the sound.

“No!” Anastasia burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I swear on Merlin,” Harry said, raising his hands as if he were being held up in a bank.

“That is so hilarious,” Anastasia wheezed, threading her arm through Harry’s and nestling her head on his chest.

Harry froze, but being that close to her felt so natural. He hadn’t had any decent amount of affection in his life, and here was this beautiful girl, giving it to him so willingly. He calmed down and shut off the analytical part of his brain, as they made their way out of Hogsmeade to a remote part of the forest, without knowing where they were going. For a few moments, they sat on a fallen log in total silence. The noises from the forest made it seem all the more romantic.

“At last,” Bella said, breaking their reverie.

Anastasia looked lazily over her shoulder, and saw an unfamiliar witch standing behind them. It happened too fast for her to react, but she saw the witch withdraw her wand and scream a spell that silenced the noises in the forest surrounding them.

“Inflatus!”

The spell knocked Harry and Anastasia apart ten feet, and they immediately withdrew their wands.

“Who are you?” Harry demanded. He didn’t know this woman, nor did he know what they did to her to cause her.

“Expelliarmus!” the witch said, holding her palm out. The wands fell neatly into her outstretched hand. They were trapped, and unarmed.

“Bellatrix,” Anastasia said immediately.

“Well, I can’t fault you for being stupid anymore, can I?” Bellatrix said sweetly, pocketing their wands.

“What do you want?” Harry asked, wondering if stalling would be worth it.

“I’m not here for you, boy. Only your girlfriend.”

“You’re not getting anywhere near her,” Harry said angrily, making a move towards Anastasia.

“Stop right there!” Bella said, pointing her wand at Harry. That was more than enough time for Anastasia to react. She lunged at the older witch with all the strength she could, and they fell to the ground in a heap. Bellatrix’s wand shot off green sparks, but Anastasia dodged them easily, landing a solid karate punch into Bella’s gaunt face.

* * *

Sydney crept out of her bed, making sure Severus’s breathing didn’t change as she quietly made her way over and took his wand. Slowly, she made her way into the living room and reached to get the Pensieve down from the bookshelf it was perched on.

The thoughts of her memories had plagued her constantly, and Severus was adamant that she should not watch further. But he didn’t understand, it was like a drug. She had to know the rest of her story, she had to find and destroy the people who had done this to her.

Tapping her head as she had seen Severus do, she watched as the memories swirled and she was launched into the last memory she had. As she watched her kidnap, her funeral and eventually the torture she had endured she felt tears prick her eyes. Why had they done this to her?! Why?!

She couldn’t face the rest of the memories, but she managed to memorise every face that had hurt her. She stared hatefully at them, vowing revenge. Finally she went back to bed and replaced Severus’s wand and went to sleep after taking the Dreamless Sleep potion.

Severus opened his eyes once he was sure Sydney was asleep. Stroking her hair he hated himself for letting her see her painful memories alone. A part of his mind knew that she would have done this with or without him anyway, and he had to let her find out what had happened to her. The other part of his mind berated him for letting her go back at all. Who knew how she would cope with these revelations, he could lose her to her own madness.

“It may be hard to discover/That you’ve been left for another/But don’t forget that love’s a game/And it can always come again/Oh don’t let the sun catch you cryin’/Don’t let the sun catch you cryin’, oh no.”

Stubbornly, he told both parts to shut up. Sydney would do what she thought was right; he had to believe that.

* * *

Bellatrix was almost impressed. Anastasia had improved in her hand-to-hand combat since their last meeting in Stonehenge, but she had the upper hand. Bellatrix was the one with the wands. Harry was shocked that Anastasia would take on Bellatrix, but he didn’t stop to dwell on it for too long.

He soon joined the fray. When Bellatrix got the wind knocked out of her, Harry took that chance to retrieve their wands. He tossed Anastasia hers, and kept his own trained on the older woman. The Polyjuice Potion faded away before their eyes, to reveal the evil, bloodshot ones of Bellatrix Lestrange.

“You have a lot of nerve coming back here, Lestrange,” Anastasia threatened her.

Bellatrix’s throat rumbled out a coughing laugh. “And just what are you going to do about it? Cast the Avada Kedavra curse on me? You don’t have the guts!”

“Ana?” Harry asked timidly. There was something in Anastasia’s eyes, something he didn’t recognize. “Don’t do it.”

“You don’t have it in you. Your little boyfriend didn’t!” Bellatrix croaked. She was slowly regaining her strength and just kept talking to distract them in the meantime.

“Let her go back to Azkaban,” Harry coaxed her. “She’s not worth it.”

Anastasia’s head hurt, from the battle and the voices in her head. “She has to pay!” she screamed. It was then that she noticed that all the sounds in the forest had ceased.

Harry continued to mutter patient words from beside her, and the calm in his voice did nothing to alleviate the hurt that had embedded itself deep inside her last year.

“No!” Anastasia said, blasting Harry away with some spell she had never heard before. It caused Harry to lunge backwards and hit a tree with too much force. Her mouth dropped open and she rushed to Harry’s side. A trickle of blood formed down the center of his head, over his scar. Anastasia held his lifeless body close and put her hand on his heart. It was still beating, but he was down for the count. “No, no, no…” she began to cry. Everything was so confusing, she didn’t know what she was doing anymore.

Bella took the chance to pick up her wand, just inches away. She peered down at Anastasia and grinned proudly, making Anastasia’s skin crawl. “Impressive. If you weren’t such a goody-two-shoes, I’d recruit you for myself. You could be a great Dark witch. Look at me.”

Anastasia laid Harry’s body down and stood up to the older witch, her wand trembling in her hand. “I don’t want anything from you!” Anastasia screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“And nor do I,” Bellatrix said, muttering under her breath as she brought her wand down, “Glacialis.”

Anastasia froze, and fell to the ground in a heap. Bellatrix smiled down at them, and with a sweep of her cloak, disappeared deep into the forest.

Fade out

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