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Anitra's Dance	By : ceceng Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimers: Everything here is Rowling�s. Good show, J.K.! Except
Anitra who is mine � and everything that has to do with her.

A/N: Re. the title of this cer: er: It�s a quotation
from Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, by William Shakespeare. Hamlet is awfully
miffed that his uncle killed his father, so he wants revenge. This chapter�s
title is part of one of the most hatred-loaded lines in that connection. The
full line r: �N: �Now could I drink hot blood and do such bitter business as
the day would quake to look upon.�

Re. Dymchurch, Dr Syn and the Scarecrow. Old stories by Russell
Thorndike about a man�s dual personality. Should be a hint to this story as
well. ;-)

�Now could I drink hot blood ...�

�This
al ial is locked!�

Albus
Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape and the rest of the members of
the Order of the Phoenix stood in front of the offending mirror. Ron, Hermione
and Neville, wands out and charged, were searching the surroundings. But there
was no trace of their two friends. It was as if Harry and Anitra had vanished
into thin air.

Mad Eye
Moody, his magical eye circling madly,
stepped forward, carrying an instrument of the sort that people of the medieval
ages would have called an �atrocity�. He reached out the instrument to the
extent that is was between his magical eye and the centre of the glass exactly
and proceeded to gaze into it.

Behind
them, Nymphadora Tonks ruffled up her now green hair and stamped the damp
ground impatiently with her long booted legs. She had remained behind, mostly
to avoid stumbling in front of the group and thus delaying them, but also
because she kept having the feeling that someone was following them. Someone
very discreet and silent. She squinted her eyes, cou could see nothing, no
matter how hard she tried. The trees and grass before her were still, cold and
silent of their secrets. She then turned her attention to Mad Eye�s stunt. This
was something she didn�t want to miss.

*

�What do
you mean... she is your work.� Harry�s voice was merely a whisper. Voldemort
aka Tom Riddle aka the Dark Lord was thoroughly enjoying himself. This was the
hour when he would dazzle his prey with his brilliance, narrate the genius
details of his plan and brag about his strength and guile.

�I created her, you silly boy. I knew I
could not penetrate Hogwarts to get to you. So the mountain had to come to
Mohammad. But how to lure you? Well, as they say, the silly literates, cherchez la femme. You had to fall in
love with a puppet. MY puppet.�

Anitra
continued not to understand what was being said; she shook her pretty face in
disbelief.

�Really!�
Anitra said with disgust, �that�s just a piece of fiction.�

�It doesn�t
matter,� Voldie said, looking at her reproachfully, �the legend lives. Here the
inhabitants are used to the idea of nightmarish shapes riding the marshes. They
will not alert the authorities until it is too late and I have started the
annihilation of the miserable muggles.�

Anitra
finally began to understand the extent of this person�s madness.

�Say
again?�

She never
got a verbal answer. Instead her body was flung into the air at the bidding of
the Cruciatus curse that made her writhe in pain.

Harry
roared with anger and launched forward. Voldemort�s terrible voice stopped him.

�BE-HAVE!! Or she will most certainly suffer
an endlessly painful death. You appear to have forgotten, young Potter, that I
have the wand and the advantage.�

Harry
stopped immediately.

Anitra was
suspended in midair, but she never really acknowledged the strange fact.
Writhing in pain, she could sense only one thing: agony. In a way an odd
feeling of peace, she decided somewhere at the back of her head. There was no
room for worries anymore, no room for fear, no energy for happiness or any
other amotion. There was only pain.

And then suddenly
it subsided, and all the emotions in the world returned to her with a vengeance
and swiftly made her want back the pain. Was this how cutters felt?

�You will
like pain eventually. You will long for it and welcome it and love me for
subjecting you to it. I will make you used to it. As my slave, you will not
only obey orders, you will wish to do so of all your heart.�

�I �
am � not � your � slave,� she said through gritted teeth, fighting to
breathe after the brutal shockwave of pain.

�No?� A
slow smile spread over the man�s snakelike features. �Oh, that�s right. Having
a memory problem, dearie? Let me jug it for you.�

And all of
a sudden two figures hovered in front of her. One was the child she had seen in
the Mirror of Erised and the other, she did not know or recognise. It was a
very old woman with silver grey hair, angular features and dark brown eyes.

This time
Harry saw what Anitra saw, and he gasped. Though neither of the figures was
Anitra, they both looked like very close relations.

�It was complicated,�
Voldemort went on, dreamily, �I neeeded a trustworthy spy that could lure Harry
Potter out of his safe cocoon. But the boy is perceptive; he would quickly see
through a spy, so the spy had to unaware of being a spy. More than that, the
boy needed to fall in love with the spy. How else would they get close enough
for me to spy on him? The answer was simple: I needed a female spy. Potter�s
tender age and raging hormones would help, but I had to be completely positive
that he would fall for her. And like any other Pygmalion, I needed proper
quality materials for such a feat. I needed a dead body as basic flesh.

So those
were the criteria. I searched high and low, but found no such creature. Who
would attract the Potter boy? She had to match his unique qualities: qualities
honed from his experiences and his talents.

Time was
getting close. I had to make my move before the boy left Hogwarts. Once a full
wizard and perhaps an Auror, fighting him would be much harder. Unable to find
the female in this time frame, I began to broaden my search to other time
frames. It had another advantage: It would be easier to foresee any effects of
random deaths. Yeeees,� he continued at the gasps this news earned him,
�naturally the person in question would have to die to become my willing
servant. Finally I did find someone who might be used with some modifications.
A muggle whose mind was strong enough to match Potter�s, scarred enough to
understand pain and intelligent enough to make him admire her. The problem,
however, was transportinr tor to this time. Her fate and accomplishments were
already set. Going further into the future made me realised that she had to
live her life; changing the future could change the past and vice versa. So
I would take her from her deathbed at a
ripe age � but that presented me with another problem: how to rejuvenate her.�

Something
had started prickling the delicate skin of Anitra�s nape as she was getting a
hint as to where this was going. Her glance went quickly to the two figures that
were beginning to look mightily familiar as the mad wizard�s speech was slowly
stimulating her memory.

�And it was
then that fate showed me how it favoured me, how I controlled Fate: Kate
Annah Hench had had a daughter.�

A sharp
intake and a hiss.

�Normally,
not even a daughter is enough for rejuvenating a person, but this case was
unique. Oh, bless the muggles and their silly attempts to restore their fragile
health and puny lives: The girl had received her mother�s kidney when she was
eight!

�.... and
she died when she was ten. I hastened to join her in the moment of death.�

A sob was
escaping Anitra�s clenched throat as the memories, one more brutal and
overwhelming than the other, rushed back at her with merciless speed. Harry
breathed heavily, so wanting to reach out and console her, but remained rooted
in the fear that his actions might provoke the Dark Lord.

And then
his attention was drawn to something else. A rustle and the faint sound of
voices. Then a flash of dark cloaks and approaching shapes became more clear.

The Order
of the Phoenix were coming to the rescue.

*

The magic
of the mirror had not been difficult to trace. Disapparating (once they were
clear of Hogwarts grounds) and Apparating in the right place had been equally
easily accomplished. Seeing and realising the scene before them, however, was
probably the hardest the members of the Order of the Phoenix had ever
experienced.

They saw a
young wizard without a wand, with his black hair in all directions, his green
eyes flashing, and anger, fear and tristesse painted in his smooth features,
completely helpless against a vicious snake, armed with a powerful wand. They
saw a girl, barely a woman, suspended in midair, clearly suffering from the
aftereffects of a Cruciatus curse, and tsaw saw two unknown figures hovering
surrealistically between their evil foe and his defenseless victims.

Things
could not have been any worse.

Correction.

They then
saw Voldemort give a signal as he was sighting them and all his Death Eaters
ruo hio his attention. Snape by Dumbledore�s side hissed and clutched his arm,
his knuckles white with the strain and his dark eyes clouded with pain.

This was
worse.

Being of
age, he was allowed to apparate. And even if he was not, he would still have
done so � following the enigmatic and secret group to this place where his
father might be.

From a
hiding place behind a lone tree, Draco watched how the Death Eaters encircled
Dumbledore and his followers. He leaned forward, just a little, to see if he
could recognise one of the black floating spectres under his hood.

Father. Are you there? How did you get out of
Azakaban? What are you doing?
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