Episode 18: Unholy Alliance

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Written and Directed by Humaira K and Gill P

Guest starring
Nicholas Brendon as Xander Harris
Eliza Dushku as Faith Lehane
Colin Firth as Alexander Darcy
Elizabeth Hurley as Natasha Darcy
Richard Roxburgh as Rudolphus Lestrange
Maggie Smith as Minerva McGonagall
Peta Wilson as Bellatrix Lestrange

Anastasia landed with a thud on her side and blinked her eyes. She didn’t know where she was, but the last thing she remembered was the argument with Harry, and taking off with Rudolphus and Bellatrix. Towering above her was the confused form of Rudolphus Lestrange and the very hateful one of Bellatrix. She leapt to her feet, stumbling backwards, and fumbled for her wand.

Bella casually flicked her own and Anastasia’s wand went sailing towards Rudolphus, who caught it in one swoop. He had an odd look on his face, one that Anastasia couldn’t identify.

“It’s like you’re a drug/It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down/It’s like I’m stuck/It’s like I’m running from you all the time.”

“Do you have a death wish girl?” Bella said, pointing the wand directly at Anastasia’s chest.

“You do!” Anastasia said, lunging at her, her pent-up rage filling her from top to bottom. “I hate you with every fiber of my being, and I won’t rest until you’re dead!”

“Silly girl.” Bellatrix performed a freezing charm and Anastasia’s arms snapped to her side, her body frozen upright. “Of course, I too did some research on you. Your pathetic little heroine tricks have given us a chance to talk. Sit,” she said, using her wand to force Anastasia to sit in a dusty chair that scraped across the wooden floor. “Get the picture, Rudolphus.”

“Bella,” he whispered. “I thought we agreed…”

“We didn’t agree to anything,” Bellatrix said coldly. “I would like to show our esteemed guest something very important to us.”

Rudolphus twisted his wand in the air, and removed a beaten wizarding photograph, seemingly out of the air. In the arms of a very young and good-looking Rudolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange – it was amazing what Azkaban had done to them all these years – was a newborn baby with a full head of dark, wavy hair and piercing brown eyes.

“And I know I let you have all the power/It’s like the only company I seek is misery all around.”

“Anastasia Darcy, this is my – our daughter Elizabeth Meliflua Lestrange.”

Anastasia tried to move her lips to reply, but the freezing charm was too strong. Bella touched her wand to Anastasia’s lips. “So what?” Anastasia spat.

“She was born on the same day as you. Same hospital too.”

“So?” Anastasia repeated, willing her body to shake off the magic, but it was too strong.

“It’s like you’re a leech/Sucking the life from me/It’s like I can’t breathe/Without you inside of me.”

“Did you notice that she’s not in the room with us?” Bellatrix asked, gesturing to the rather warm surroundings of the dead witch’s home. Rudolphus and Bella seemed as out of place as a fish out of water.

“She’s dead,” Rudolphus whispered, no emotion in his voice.

“She died at the hospital. One day, she was healthy and kicking, I could hold her in my arms and feed her. The next, she began to get sick, and no Healer could explain what was happening. She deteriorated in my arms, Anastasia. She died within hours.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

“And I know I let you have all the power/And I realize I’m never gonna quit you over time.”

“Plenty,” Bellatrix said, leaning close to lock eyes with the younger girl.

* * *

Harry was numb. They had been trying to find Anastasia ever since they came back, and even Willow’s spells from across the Atlantic had failed to find her. It was like she had just disappeared. Like she no longer existed.

He was doing his homework on autopilot, not really sure if he was even giving the right answers. For once Hermione didn’t look at him disapprovingly when he gave it to her to check over. She did however give him a worried look, which she exchanged with Ron who looked up from his own homework.

“You push me to go the extra mile/You push me when it’s difficult to smile/You push me, a better version of myself/You push me, only you and no one else/You push me to see the other point of view/You push me when there’s nothing else to do/You push me when I think I know it all/You push me when I stumble and I fall.”

Professor McGonagall strode into the common room and all conversation stopped. She approached Harry and gently told him that Anastasia’s parents would like a word with him.

Harry nodded and followed her to her office. He wasn’t sure how he made it there but seeing Mr. and Mr.s Darcy looking at him with pale faces and haunted eyes broke something in him. She was gone.

As soon as he looked at Mr.s Darcy’s unkempt appearance he broke down into the tears he’d been holding back since they’d arrived back to the Shrieking Shack. Mr.s Darcy made her way over and just held him as he cried, soothing his back and telling him to let it all out.

“I’m sorry,” he hiccupped in between sobs. “I’m sorry.”

Natasha rocked Harry and told him firmly, “It wasn’t your fault. She’s fine. Anastasia’s a resilient girl. She’d have to be to go out with you.”

Harry managed a weak laugh at her comment.

Mr. Darcy stayed quiet between the exchange and seemed to decide upon something before he laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder, startling the young man out of his grief.

“She’s not dead Harry. We’ll keep look for her. We’ll find her. She’s alive somewhere with that vile woman and..” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“What did you want to know?” asked Harry once he’d recovered himself.

“What were her last words?” asked Natasha, pain evident in her voice.

“She said she had some unfinished business. She’s been…not herself for a while now. She thought Meliza and me were going out behind her back. All we were trying to do was find a way of bringing the old Ana back, not the hate filled one. That woman…she’s been on Ana’s mind since we went out on our first proper date. If she hadn’t turned up…”

Natasha nodded and looked at Alex who nodded grimly and said, “The Minister of Magic has said that when they catch up with Bellatrix they’re going to give her the Dementor’s Kiss. And we think that when Ana comes back that we should take her out of Hogwarts-”

“But-”

“No, let me finish Harry. This is not because of you. It has taken me time, but I have accepted that you are a part of Anastasia’s life. You’ve made our little girl happy. And whatever we decide when she comes back, you will be a part of it.”

Harry stayed silent as he digested this information. They’d take Anastasia away, but in the end it would be safer for her. There were too many bad memories at Hogwarts.

* * *

Anastasia stared her down icily. She wasn’t going to let Bellatrix get the best of her this time. Bella’s pencil thin lips curled into a half smile.

“You see, I have come to accept that you are a thorn in my side,” Bellatrix continued. “That just won’t do, will it?”

“So kill me already,” Anastasia interjected. “I don’t want to live anymore knowing that you were still breathing,” she finished poisonously.

“It’s like I can’t breathe/It’s like I can’t see anything/Nothing but you/I’m addicted to you/It’s like I can’t think/Without you interrupting me/In my thoughts, in my dreams/You’ve taken over me/It’s like I’m not me/It’s like I’m not me.”

Bellatrix tittered uncharacteristically. “A sense of humor. I’m sure Lizzie would’ve had one as well.” She flicked her wand at Anastasia, and the spell broke. Anastasia doubled over and coughed.

“Why did you do that?”

“I would like you to listen to me, and I want your full cooperation.”

“‘Full cooperation?’ Are you crazy? You’re gonna kill me, you’re a complete madwoman!”

“No,” Bellatrix said, toying with her. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it a long time ago. And there is a lot of madness I haven’t even begun to create.”

“What’s your point, Bella?” Rudolphus said gently, steering the conversation back on topic.

“I would like Anastasia to join the Death Eaters, MY Death Eaters,” Bellatrix explained, “as an apprentice. She’s far too young to be a full-fledged one, as you well know, but she has the capacity, the fire and the spirit to learn more and grow with us.”

Rudolphus didn’t hide his surprise. In their private conversations, she had hinted to having a grander plan for Anastasia, but she had never fully formed her plans with him. Anastasia, on the other hand, was shocked by her proposal.

“Join YOUR Death Eaters? You’re insane!”

“Am I? Am I really?”

“I – I hate you! I wish you were dead!”

“Oh,” Bellatrix said, waving the comment from the air with her hands. “You think you hate, but you don’t. It’s been what? Nearly three hours since we Portkeyed? Where are your little friends, hmm? Have they tried to find you? I don’t see a rescue squad around here.”

“No,” Anastasia said in a small voice. “They haven’t. I bet they have though.”

“I bet they didn’t.” Bellatrix began to walk in a slow circle around her. “Maybe they gave up. Maybe they thought,” her voice became high-pitched, “‘Oh that Anastasia. She’s a lost cause. She didn’t really hate that wonderful woman Lestrange if she just took off like that.'” Bellatrix leaned in close as her voice returned to normal.

“You see, I’m offering you a chance to live. Really live, to unlock the untold magical powers that are within you. Dumbledore, pssht. He’s a blight on the magical world. He couldn’t teach you half the things that I can.”

“I’m hooked on you/I need a fix/I can’t take it/Just one more hit/I promise I can deal with it/I’ll handle it, quit it/Justone more time, then that’s it/Just a little bit more to get me/through this.”

Anastasia looked at her. She came here with the only thought of killing Bellatrix Lestrange with her bare hands, and now she was totally confused. Her hate was still there, but the proposition was – for some reason – intriguing to her.

Bellatrix stepped back and slipped her arm through Rudolphus’. “We’ll leave you to think it out. But I’m sure we’ll all come to an agreement. We’ll be back in a moment. Have some tea and cake,” she said warmly, conjuring up both with a flick of her wand on the table nearby.

The door shut behind them, magically sealed, as Anastasia stood, engrossed in her thoughts.

* * *

“I should have made her listen to me,” sighed Xander as he walked with Buffy during the lunch recess. Classes were running as normal as students noisily enjoyed their lunch hour and the vestiges of sunlight that were beginning to make their appearance once again, albeit briefly. No one knew what had happened to Anastasia, The Alliance of Destiny and Anastasia’s parents hoped to keep it quiet and find her soon.

“You couldn’t have done anything more. Stop blaming yourself,” said Buffy gently as she squeezed his arm.

“There’s an eclipse in your eye/where I used to shine/Every secret untold/is a planet aligned/Don’t need prophets
or preachers/to make sense of the signs/When the buried and hidden can be seen by the blind.”

“If I could save Willow-”

“But you loved Willow. Willow was ready to destroy the world. Even Harry couldn’t get Anastasia to change her mind. Sometimes you have to go through the dark to see the light,” said Buffy simply.

Xander stopped and stared at her. “Are you saying that Anastasia shouldn’t be rescued?”

Buffy shook her head and said, “No. I’m not saying that. But I know, and Willow knows. When you’re set on revenge nothing gets through until you’ve had that revenge.”

“Shouldn’t love get through? It’s just as powerful a force as hate.”

“Yes it is, but the more Ana stays from us, the more she’s convinced that hate is the more powerful emotion. All her attempts to be with Harry, to be loved by him have gone awry because of Bellatrix Lestrange. She’s been a tool right from the start and that makes her extremely angry,” said Buffy, her fists clenched and jaw tightened.

“Whoa. Buffy, you OK?” asked Xander worriedly.

“Yeah…I just. I can relate to being used like a tool,” Buffy said with a sigh.

“You’re right/Some words are just unspoken/So right/Then it all just falls apart.”

They walked in silence for a bit to a spot of the courtyard that started to become deserted as the bell for the afternoon lessons rang.

“Haven’t you got a class?” Xander asked as Buffy stared thoughtfully at the empty place.

“Hmm? No, Wesley’s got this one.”

They stayed silent for a moment longer enjoying the quiet and each other’s company.

“I’m gonna leave,” said Xander suddenly breaking the silence.

“What?” asked Buffy startled from her reverie.

“I can’t help here. I failed in what I came here to do and I can’t stay here.”

“Where are you gonna go?”

“Do some travelling. Maybe go back to America. See Otrere.”

“Are you-”

“I don’t know. We’ll see. I messed up so badly with her.”

“You think you guys can make it work this time? asked Buffy softly.

“I caught my reflection/in the corner of your eye/You said ‘Don’t even ask the question/and I won’t tell the lie’/Where there’s no accusation/there’s no need for denial/And if you hadn’t heard that whisper/there’d be no tear to wipe from your eye.”

“I won’t know till I try,” Xander said with a tight smile.

* * *

Anastasia stared into the empty space in front of her. Confused was her first reaction, but now she didn’t know anymore. She began to have an argument with the voices in her head.

Why hadn’t anyone tried to find me? Maybe they don’t care about me after all. Maybe I’ve become everything I’ve ever hated. Maybe I deserve to become an apprentice. Maybe it’s my destiny.

“I’m hooked on you/I need a fix/I can’t take it/Just one more hit/I promise I can deal with it/I’ll handle it, quit it/Just one more time, then that’s it/Just a little bit more to get me through this.”

They LOVE you Anastasia Darcy! They care for you, and they’re not your friends, they’re family. How could you think that? Maybe the magick on this house is too strong. Did you ever think about that?

With all the magick in this world, they would’ve found me. They would’ve broken down the doors and blasted the Lestranges into oblivion. Or at least long enough for us to get away.

She found herself drifting towards the table, an unspeakable hunger taking her over. She shoved the cakes into her mouth, and drained the tea. Her teacup and the plate of cake crumbs refilled almost instantly, and she drained that one too.

Maybe I was a little stupid to pursue the death of Bellatrix Lestrange. She’s a far stronger witch than I will ever be….

NO, NO!! Don’t think that. You can defeat her, you have to! If you don’t, if you let her win, she’ll come after you, come after Mum and Dad, after Xander, after Sydney, after Harry…

Harry… if it wasn’t for me, Harry would’ve had a good life. I delivered him to You Know Who. And now he might die by association…

I don’t think Cassandra would appreciate you talking about this stuff again. I thought you were over this. You’re far stronger, Ana. Be strong. It’s all you know how to do.

“But I don’t know that, do I?” Anastasia yelled. “AHHH!”

She leapt from the chair and threw it across the room with such force, it broke. She furiously kicked the splintered wood away from her.

“It’s like I can’t breathe/It’s like I can’t see anything/Nothing but you/I’m addicted to you/It’s like I can’t think/Without you interrupting me/In my thoughts, in my dreams/You’ve taken over me/It’s like I’m not me/It’s like I’m not me.”

Bellatrix had cast a mirror charm on the door, which allowed her to see into the room without her captive noticing, and she was watching with amusement at the torn expression on the young woman’s face.

“Bella, we should go back in there,” Rudolphus said quietly.

“No, a little bit longer. I think she might make her decision soon, and I want her to have all the time in the world,” Bellatrix said, an amused smile on her lips.

“Bellatrix!” Anastasia said suddenly.

Bellatrix tapped the door knob and it opened. “Have you made your decision?”

“Yes.”

* * *

Meliza and Hermione had volunteered to pick through Anastasia’s things to perhaps find a clue as to what might have happened to her.

So far, they had been putting the messy room to rights, sorting out dirty clothes for the house elves to wash and hanging up the carlessly thrown articles of clothing, putting away school books and generally try to make order from chaos.

Meliza stopped when she picked up a leather bound book with a magical lock on it. She knew what this was. Anastasia’s diary. No matter what she did, she couldn’t open it.

“Every race I win, every mood I’m in/Everything I do, I owe it all to you/Every move I make, every step I take/Every thing I know, it’s all because you push me.”

“Let me try,” said Hermione quietly. Hermione tried all the unlocking spells she knew and some even Meliza hadn’t heard of, but to no avail. Anastasia’s thoughts would remain as hidden as she was.

“Why do you think she did it?” asked Hermione suddenly, putting the diary carefully back in it’s place.

Meliza shrugged as she sat down on the bed. “Who knows? I honestly don’t know what’s been going on with Ana. It’s like ever since Halloween she’s been determined to beat Bellatrix, and all those secret lessons she had with Professor Lehane.”

“You don’t think she wanted to be a slayer do you?” asked Hermione as she sat down beside Meliza.

Meliza shook her head, “I honestly don’t know. But, do you think we should talk to Professor Lehane?”

“Maybe.”

“You push me when I don’t appreciate/You push me not to lie and not to hate/You push me when I want it all to end/You push me when I really need a friend/You push me, all I wanna do is cry/You push me when it’s time for me to try/You push me when I do it for myself/You push me, only you and no one else.”

They sat in the quiet room for a second. It looked cleaner than before. The other girls Anastasia shared the room with were out. They all thought Anastasia was away at home for some reason and they were used to her unusual behaviour to have stopped questioning it by now.

“Did you tell your dad about Lucia?” asked Hermione softly.

Meliza shook her head painfully before she said, “No, not yet. I’m not sure how I feel about it myself. I don’t want to ruin the illusion just yet.”

“You have to tell him Mel,” insisted Hermione.

“Every race I win (to go the extra mile)/Every mood I’m in (when it’s difficult to smile)/Everything I do (a better version of myself)/only you and only you and only you/Every move I make (to see the other point of view)/Every step I take (when there’s nothing else to do)/Every thing I do (I think I know it all)/only you and only you and only you.”

“I know. I might not like that witch but she made my dad more happy than he’s been for years. Just a little while longer.”

* * *

“Do you think we did the wrong thing?” asked Faith as she found Wesley in the Astronomy tower.

The staff had been informed as to the real reason for Anastasia’s disapperance. Dumbeldore stressed that they must keep hope alive and not alert the students unless they had to.

“Perhaps,” said Wesley staring up into the vast expanse. “If she gets killed or does something stupid because of what we taught her-”

“She forced us to teach her that. At least we know she can defend herself.”

“But what if she uses that power for evil?” asked Wesley turning to face her finally.

“Don’t I know about evil,” muttered Faith under her breath.

“But you fought for redemption. We have to stop Anastasia from even going into that dark place. There’s no telling whether she’ll come back.”

“I don’t think she’ll be the same girl,” said Faith looking out onto the grounds. “I think she’ll be a little darker, more jaded and she’ll wish she’d never commited what I know she’s gonna do.”

“What?”

“Think about it. If she thinks no one’s coming to look for her then she’ll listen to what Bellatrix’ll say. Even I had parents once. Her parents love her to death, but if Bellatrix convinces her they aren’t looking for her. That they’re glad she’s out of their life then, there’s no telling what she’ll do under that assumption.”

“I asked Angel to look into it.”

“Do you really think a firm of evil lawyers will be able to find a 17 year old girl who’s under the care of the darkest witch in this world?” asked Faith increduously. Then she paused before she said, “Who am I kidding? Of course they could!”

“You don’t agree with Angel being CEO of Wolfram and Hart?” asked Wesley.

“That place’ll either kill him or bring back Angelus. He’s in the heart of evil.”

Wesley didn’t say anything and made to leave before Faith said, “How you holding up?”

“Every day is a battle but…I’m holding up,” he said with a ghost of a smile.

“You ever need to-”

“I know where to find you.”

* * *

“I accept.”

“Goodness, that was quick,” Bellatrix said with mock surprise. Rudolphus followed her, and flicked his wand at the broken chair. It fixed itself and slid under the table, scraping the floor loudly until it arrived as its destination.

“It wasn’t easy,” Anastasia said quietly, her face a mask, holding her chin up. “But you were right. They haven’t tried to find me.”

“You know, this is one of those times I wish I were wrong,” Bellatrix said, her honeyed words loaded with more meaning than she gave away. “I mean, Rudolphus would come running if they ever got a hold of me. He would tear the wizarding world apart until he knew that I was safe with him again. It’s a sad day when the ‘good guys’,” Bellatrix made quotes with her hands, “leave a man behind. So sad.”

“Where do we begin?” Anastasia continued.

“It’s like I can’t breathe/It’s like I can’t see anything/Nothing but you/I’m addicted to you/It’s like I can’t think/Without you interrupting me/In my thoughts, in my dreams/You’ve taken over me/It’s like I’m not me/It’s like I’m not me.”

“First things first,” she said, gesturing for Ana’s arm. She took her wand and tapped it gently against the younger girl’s arm.

“Ow,” she whined at the sudden pressure, as Bella’s Dark Mark seared into her skin.

“Mind you, since you’re only an apprentice, it will be very pale and almost nonexistent. You’ll feel it burning when I call the others. When you’re old enough and I think you’re ready, your Dark Mark will be far more prominent.”

“Thank you,” Anastasia said. She examined closely. It looked like the Dark Mark she had seen at the Quidditch World Cup in fourth year, but with a slight variation.

“And since you’re only an apprentice, you’ll never leave. It wouldn’t be smart to let you out by yourself.”

Rudolphus looked at Anastasia. “Once you go down this path, Miss Darcy, you can never go back. You understand that right?”

“Call me Anastasia, please.” She looked up at him and held his gaze. “I’ve come to believe that your daughter dying, and me meeting your wife that first time last year, and you offering me this chance… was destiny. I take full responsibility for whatever lies ahead.”

Rudolphus nodded. “I just wanted to make sure you knew. Welcome,” he said, holding his hand out. He had kept quiet for most of the conversation between her and Bella earlier, because it was uncanny how much she resembled Lizzie. He had kept his heartbreak silent all these years, and he couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of pride when she said destiny. Maybe it was their collective destiny to meet this way, and to join forces like this.

Anastasia stared down at his hand, and instead, embraced him. “Thank you… Father.”

Rudolphus stared at the young girl in his arms. He willed himself not to cry, but held the girl tightly. Bellatrix stopped in her prideful preening when she heard her speak that word. Anastasia pulled away and turned to Bellatrix, who knew what was coming. She wasn’t one for embraces, and hugging and any of that sissy stuff. But for some reason, she didn’t pull away when Anastasia engulfed her.

“It’s like I can’t breathe/It’s like I can’t see anything/Nothing but you/I’m addicted to you/It’s like I can’t think/Without you interrupting me/In my thoughts, in my dreams/You’ve taken over me/It’s like I’m not me/It’s like I’m not me.”

“Thank you Mother, for everything.”

Fade out

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