gen's in trouble....

[Imorta Thaw]

Valdemort is the headmaster of Kadavra, but nobody knows this.


Midnight had come and gone; yet Gen still could not convince his tiered brain to shut down, and sleep. This was nothing new. As a street rat, the boy had spent half his nights on the roofs and inside of houses, and most of the day, sleeping. Even after a month at Kadavra, the habit had not been broken. It was just that he needed sleep that night. He had completed nearly all of the hundred tasks that Fade had set him, and would be getting the last few tomorrow. Gen would need to be rested for those last few, yet while he knew this, he still could not sleep.

After about an hour of pointless laying and rolling around in the amazingly comfortable bed, Gen rose, and with a lot of skill, managed to slip out of the dungeons unnoticed.* He wandered around the little used halls, and after a wile, began to notice the odd cleanness of the walls and floor. There was no dust. Yet, he knew as a fact, that the student body didn’t use the passages he was prowling, and if the student body didn’t use these halls, who did?

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer to his unspoken question. His trained ears picked up the sound of voices. He stopped mid step, hoping to hear something that would tell him who he was over hearing. But no such luck. So, with a little apprehension, he began moving forward, closer to the odd voices. After about five meters, the voices began to sound familiar. Gen stopped in his tracks when he heard the voices of his teachers, twisted into an evil sound.

After a few moments of hesitation, Gen moved forward at a snail’s pace. He needed to know what the staff members were talking about. Gen’s ears picked up a different sound; one that came from behind. His nerves on end, Gen froze and turned to face who ever it was that was sneaking up behind him. His breathing quickened, but didn’t give him away. His eyes searched frantically for the origin of the odd sound.

After about five minutes of standing there and waiting, Gen decided that he had imagined it. His curiosity got the better of him, and he began moving toward the voices again. His ears picked up something about “replacing him”, and “he will suffer”. Gen shivered a little, but kept coming closer to the voices. Once, he could hear them well enough, he stopped, and began to listen in earnest.

It took him about two minutes to realize that the teachers and headmaster were talking about the DADA teacher, and how best to get rid of him. His blood cold in his veins, Gen remembered the first time he had met Fade. The thought that Voldemort was somehow in charge of the school began to seem more and more likely as the conversation progressed. Gen was so far lost in his thoughts, that he didn’t hear the footsteps that came near him until it was too late.

[Seventh Lass]

ooh. nice. continue, please

[Imorta Thaw]

I will, once someone replys....

[Seventh Lass]

cool

[Imorta Thaw]

Fade had just returned from his overnight stay in knockturn ally. There had been some sort of riot going on in Diagon Ally, and most of Knockturn Ally's usual inhabitants were absent for the event. Fade walked the streets, feeling multiple thoughts go through his mind.

He knew he was responsible for Charlie's near-death experience, and felt terribly guilty about it. And he knew his father was responsible for the threat on Charlie's life in the first place. But without the knowledge of Charlie being with him, he didn't know if it was worth fighting the battle he was. Aldrick, Araris, Voldemort, Tavi. Now Charlie. Fade could turn three of his enemy's into allies in the blink of an eye.

Fade found himself in a secret passageway. He wasn't sure how he got there, he had been aimlessly wondering around, and started to hear voices, He threw himself against a wall swiftly and silently, and with an amount of stealth that people didn't expect from him because of his hight, walked through the shadows of the passageway. The voices started to grow louder and louder, until he recognized two. The Headmaster, or better known in Fade's mind as Voldemort, and Araris Valerian.

Fade also saw Gen standing in the middle of the passageway. By some amount of luck that was lost upon Fade, he had yet to be spotted. Fade took a breath, and dove into the younger boy, pinning him to the ground, and sound the equivalent of a rat running through the hall was made. He had a hand to Gen's mouth, so he couldn't speak. He made sure Gen could see his face, before dragging him to the shadows swiftly, hoping they hadn't been seen.

Gen was rather startled to find that he had been pinned to the floor by Fade. He was more startled to find how little noise his head meeting with the floor made. He was not startled to feel a searing pain pursing through his body. In fact, the pain was so great he barely noticed his bleeding tongue that had been bitten in the fall. Most people would have at least whimpered. All Gen did was open his mouth in a small, nearly soundless, gasp of pain and startlement.

Then, after letting Fade drag him into the shadows in which he had been hiding in the first place, Gen gave Fade a venomous stare. Knowing the danger of speaking, he mouthed rather clearly the words “What the hell do you want?” He was rather mad; the fact that the back of his head was bleeding didn’t help at all. Plus, the teachers might have but some sort of spell that increased sounds around the place.

Fade rolled his eyes, grabbing Gen by the collar of his robe, and dragging him towards the exit. When they were out, Fade released him. "You may think it's all fun and games, but it's not." He recovered his wand from his pocket, and started tending to Gen's small cut on his head. "I shouldn't need to be doing this. Most people, even first years, are smart enough not to stand around in a passageway. What if they had seen you? What would you have done then? Thrown a knife at them?" Fade scowled.

Gen didn’t struggle as Fade dragged him farther away from the voices. He could still hear them, but only barely, and Fade obviously couldn’t; he wouldn’t have stopped there if he could. Gen resisted the urge to laugh at Fade’s first words, managing to look slightly amused. The first year considered the older boy from under raised eyebrows. Gen did not for a moment think of fun and games. In fact, the last time he had played a game was when he was four. That would have been seven years ago. He decided that Fade didn’t have to know that.

Instead he answered his question. “Well, firstly, they wouldn’t have caught me.” He would have heard them coming, “But if they had, I would have acted like a stupid first year.” Gen’s voice was clearly hearable, but only if you were as close to him as Fade. Many “roof” jobs with a partner had taught him the art of quiet but hearable whispering. “Pretended that I had gotten lost and asked them for help.”

There he paused before continuing, “Even if they didn’t believe me, I doubt that they would kill me. Besides, your reaction to their voices makes it clear that my life’s in danger anyway.” Then, he studied Fade’s face.

Fade glared at them. "They would have killed you Gen. It's that simple. They wouldn't have stopped you, and asked you why you were there, they would have killed you. A big flash of green light, and there. The end. No more Gen. Now you may think that everything can be avoided in the same way it can in the muggle world, but I'm afraid you're wrong. So I can only hope that you didn't expect to trick them like you would someone of your world."

Fade glared down the passageway, still hearing voices. "Come on. Back to the common room." He said, grabbing Gen by the collar again, and dragging him towards the dungeon.

Gen lowered his eyes after looking at Fade's face for a mere moment. He was afraid that his face would revel too many emotions. In fact, he didn't really know which emotions. The young thief had seen on Fade’s face something had never, ever seen before. He had seen hate on the face of other people, and betrayal, even hope, and thankfulness. But the emotion just barely visible on Fade’s otherwise impassive face was something new to Gen. He had no words to describe it. He barely heard what Fade was saying, he guessed it had something to do with being careful, but he didn’t care. In fact, he was silent all the way to the dormitories.

By the time they got there however, he got the courage to ask a question that had been pestering him for a wile. “He is in charge, isn’t he?” His voice was rather quiet, and didn’t have its usual challenge in it. Those emotions had been lost when he realized why Fade had bothered helping him.

Fade grunted in affirmative, and took his usual chair by the fire. He sat in it, laying his leg ontop of a table in front of it. He watched the flame, that was performing an unrecognizable dance. As though it was a symphony of an orchestra, the crackling moved in perfect unison with the fire, and sparked Fade's attention. For a moment anyways. His mind then raced back to the many things he'd been trying to forget about all day. In fact, not many things. One thing. One thing that made his mind race, and his heart skip a beat. Charlie.

He was afraid that Tavi had failed in protecting her. That the meeting was one to decide Charlie's fate. Every time he was able to delude himself that Tavi was more than capable of getting Charlie away from his father, he remembered the sounds that his father would make. He didn't remember the words, or even the tone. It was more of a rythem. crucio... wait five seconds...crucio...wait five seconds, ect. He remembered the feeling that every inch on his skin was on fire, then dipped into freezing cold water. To be poked with a thousand needles, only to be dumped into a tub of salt. The unbearable pain, that he couldn't imagine Charlie having to bare through. Couldn't imagine.

Fade glanced at Gen, but looked away quickly. He reached for a glass of water on the table in front of him, and looked into it. What he saw scared him. It had seemed as though he had aged over ten years. His expressions had taken a more distinct look. His cheek bones rose, removing any boyish appeal he had. His eyes had purple rings around them, like those one got when deprived of sleep, or recovering from a broken nose. Fade shuddered at what had really disturbed him about the reflection. He looked nearly identical to his father. He tossed the cup away, scowling slightly as it spilled on the wooden table. He didn't bother moving to clean it up. He blinked, trying to soften his expression, to no avail.

The stuff in quotes isn't mine... But how should Gen react? (he has no metamorphic powers and isn't a werewolf. Just a simple first year, Fade is fist mentor and originally evil, but he is slowly becoming good.)

[Seventh Lass]

well, i'd say gen should "instinctively" tell fade that everything would be all right, etc etc etc. i don't know. it would probably be completely out of his character (gen's), wouldn't it, though?