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Behind Enemy Lines by MidnightBlue_x

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Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 4,642
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: Lupin, James, Lily, Sirius, Regulus, R. Lestrange, Voldemort, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing, James/Lily

First Published: 03/22/2010
Last Chapter: 04/26/2015
Last Updated: 04/26/2015

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'Bad love will make a museum of you.'– Jillian Fleck


Chapter 1: Friday Night
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Disclaimer: The OC’s and parts of the plot are all that belong to me. Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling, I do not claim ownership to it. Thank you for reading.

In typical London style, it was raining that morning as Victoria Drew pulled her apartment door closed behind her and dashed across the street. In typical Victoria Drew style, she was already running late for work.

In all honesty, Victoria couldn’t have cared less – her job was pathetic, but she desperately need the money. Otherwise she’d have to move back in with parents, and she did not want that to happen. She knew she wouldn’t be able to bear another year of snide remarks about her unemployment made by her father, and endless cups of tea and circled newspaper ads that her mother would bring up the stairs with a sympathetic look on her face. It was almost worth sitting behind a desk all day, doing nothing, if it meant avoiding that.

She’d been lucky to get the job at the Ministry of Magic at all. At the time she was thoroughly outraged and even a little bit depressed that it was the only job she could get. She was a Hogwarts graduate, an ex-Ravenclaw and her NEWT scores were more than impressive. Yet, there she was – a nineteen year-old stuck in a dead-end job.

Once upon a time, she’d had ambition. In her Hogwarts days, her friends used to joke about her becoming the next Minister but that had died out soon after graduation. As it turned out, Victoria wasn’t even good enough to become the Minister’s secretary – the job she’d originally applied for. By now she realised that her ambition would get her nowhere, instead it was much easier if she just accepted her position in life.

Her family had never been rich, but they weren’t poor either. Sometimes she wondered if it would have been easier if they had been, rather than stuck in this awkward middle class limbo. That awkward limbo seemed to define her entire being. She was halfway between pretty and ugly – though some would argue for one more than other. She was halfway between talented and useless. She was halfway between a witch and a muggle – a half-blood. It’d never bothered her at school, but now it seemed like all that mattered.

Sure, she wasn’t a muggleborn but nowadays, her muggle father was as damning as ever. In Hogwarts, she’d been one of those silly, one of those naïve people that didn’t believe in what was coming. She’d laughed at the idea of a war in the wizarding world, and now she couldn’t ignore the feeling that it was right on her doorstop. At any moment she could be taken away like the others. There one moment and gone the next.

She’d already lost friends - Danny Larson, for example. Victoria had met Danny on her very first day at Hogwarts. They were both Ravenclaws and became fast friends. He was a muggleborn, and only two weeks after their graudation – he disappeared. Victoria and her friends had never quite recovered. She’d lived in fear that she’d be taken any moment ever since.

The Ministry job was sort of like a safety blanket. More than that though, it was much needed money. It didn’t pay very well, but the small amount she got every week was saved up and stored in the back of her sock drawer – just waiting for the day when she had enough to up and move herself somewhere safer.

It’d been her plan for almost a year now, and she was almost ready to leave.

If Victoria had had any idea what was going to come in the next few months, she would have left then and she would have never looked back. Unfortunately, she was not blessed with the ability to foresee the future. If she’d been able to foresee the future, then she never would have gone out that night. But she couldn’t guess what would happen, and so she did.

It was an unspoken sort of weekly ritual. Every Friday night, Victoria would make her way down Diagon Alley and into a seedy little bar in Knockturn Alley. She would take a seat at the very back and order a firewhiskey from the barman, before that firewhiskey arrived, the boys would.

It was impossible to say how this had all started. In fact, she couldn’t remember her reasoning at all but that didn’t stop her from turning up every week.

“You’re looking well,” Evan Rosier said, sliding into the seat beside Victoria. He gestured to the barman to bring him and his friends a round of firewhiskey. “How’s the Ministry treating you?” It was a joke with these boys, because they all well and truly knew how Victoria felt about her work.

“When are you finally going to leave?” Wilkes asked, with his trademark smirk.

Victoria brushed both of them off with a wave of her hand, “When are you all finally going to do something with all your free time?”

Avery snorted, “We have plenty to do with our free time. The Dark-” Avery drifted off, no doubt as a result of Evan’s sharp glare. They never of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in front of Victoria, though she knew very well that all four of the boys had taken the mark long ago.

“If we got jobs, then we surely wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with you,” Regulus Black drawled, wrapping his arm around Victoria’s waist.

“You’d miss Reg then, wouldn’t you?” Wilkes teased, and Avery chuckled in response. That was another thing they never discussed – whatever went on between Regulus and Victoria. Then again, Wilkes and Avery had always been a few ingredients short of a potion.

“Keep your mouths shut,” Evan furiously whispered over the table, “We don’t want anyone recognising any of us.” Evan raised his glass to his lips and took a long sip of his drink, by the time he was done, his charming smile was plastered over his lips again.

Victoria felt a shiver run up her spine – it always terrified her how quickly the boys in front of her could change. That’s what they were – boys. They were just barely out of Hogwarts – Avery and Wilkes were older than Victoria (only by a year), but both Regulus and Evan had only graduated that June. She knew what they were, what they must have done but she could see this boyish innocence in all of them in certain lights. In a way, she figured herself to be a little in love with them all – her boys.

“Are you ready to head off?” Regulus whispered in her ear, bringing her back to reality. She nodded weakly, and followed Regulus out of the bar – the boys all nodded in acknowledgment as they headed out.

A part of her knew how unhealthy this all was, but knew she could never stop. She was too far gone to pull herself back now.

Author’s Note: It’s been a little while since I posted anything on here, but I’ve been considering rewriting this story for years now and I decided to finally to do it. This is very, very different to the original and it’s much better – trust me! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this and thank you for reading!

Chapter 2: Diagon Alley
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Disclaimer: The OC’s and parts of the plot are all that belong to me. Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling, I do not claim ownership to it. Thank you for reading.

Victoria woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. It took her an hour before she was able to coax herself out of bed and into the kitchen for a cup of tea. Her apartment looked the same as always – a little messy, but still bearable. There were no signs that Regulus had ever been there.

That was how this worked after all. Sometime in the very early hours of the morning while Victoria was still fast asleep, Regulus would pick up his things and disappear from her life entirely until next Friday. Sure, it was strange and Victoria didn’t even want to begin to imagine what her mother would have to say about it, but it worked. For a couple of hours a week, she was wanted and that’s all she needed.

Victoria poured a drop of milk into her cup of tea and curled up on the couch with her newly delivered copy of The Daily Prophet. This was her usual morning routine – a cup of tea, the couch and a quick check through the missing pages of the paper. It was bittersweet in a way, but she’d gotten so used that she didn’t even think of it anymore. It was just something she did to pass the time.

She was lucky that she got weekends off – the Ministry was usually empty on the weekends and so there was no use for secretaries, especially terrible ones like Victoria. Needless to say, she looked forward to the weekends more than anything. Usually, she just spent her time lying around her apartment, doing nothing but it was still nice. When she was fresh out of Hogwarts she had used the weekends to catch up with her friends, go shopping with the girls or get a spot of lunch and then spend the night at outrageous parties and cosy bars where they all got royally drunk. Those days were long gone.

She lost contact with those friends months ago – the loss of Danny caused a strain on their friendship, and it was then that she realised they’d only ever talked to her because of Danny. She decided to put them out of their misery. Nowadays, the only people she talked to apart from her parents and the people she was forced to make contact with at work, were the boys.

They were rules though. It was only ever on Friday nights that they knew each other. If they passed in the street, something that didn’t happen very often due to Victoria’s self-imposed prison sentence, they just walked on by. Sometimes Victoria almost wished things were different.

There were times when she felt this pang of loneliness so strong that she considered owling the four of them and inviting them round. Only Regulus knew where she lived, and she knew it had to stay that way. Maybe trusting a Death Eater wasn’t the best idea, but she had a feeling that Regulus wouldn’t betray her. Or at least, he hadn’t yet.

She didn’t pretend that there was anything real between them. She figured Regulus did it for the same reason she did – to hold that loneliness at bay, even just for a little while. He may have seemed to have more ‘friends’ than her, but sometimes when no one else was looking, he’d send his look that made her realise how alone he felt. She knew the feeling too well to resist him.

That's how she'd gotten into this mess in the first place. Danny had always said that she was too trusting, it'd just taken her this long to figure it out for herself. She didn't know how to stop though, and maybe she didn't want to. Sometimes it was nice to have somewhere there, even if it was just for the night.

She shook the thought from her head and downed the last of her tea. She needed to get out of the house, get Regulus out of her head. She went back to her bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a top that lay unwashed on her floor. She grabbed her wand from her bedside table and made her way out of her apartment.

The air was cold, especially for mid September. It felt like winter had already arrived. Victoria considered going back upstairs for her coat, but she knew that she'd just stay up there and so she continued on, rubbing her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to keep warm.

She found herself in The Leaky Cauldron before long. Despite living in Muggle London, she had never explored the area - her trips outside usually consisted of travelling to the Ministry and to Diagon Alley. She wasn't nearly as adventurous as she'd been once. Nowadays, it was safer to stick to the places you knew otherwise you might find yourself in trouble - whether it be at the hands of Death Eaters or the opposing side. Victoria didn't particularly want anything to do with either group.

As she made her way through The Leaky Cauldron - that was particularly busy for a Saturday, especially after Hogwarts had started up again, she thought about her own Hogwarts days. It seemed so long ago now, though she'd only been graduated for two years. She could hardly remember what it felt like to pack up her things and get on the Hogwarts Express. She was so wrapped up in these thoughts that she didn't notice the man watching her from the other side of the room.

There was something weird about being in Diagon Alley during the day for her now. She was so used to passing through at night that she was surprised to see the shops bustling with witches and wizards. The way everyone was moving around it was almost impossible to tell that there was a war going on. Now and again, someone would whisper something to their companion or the look in someone's eye would change to fear as another person passed them. That was the unavoidable hint of the war.

Victoria wandered for the rest of the day, slipping in and out of shops as she pleased and stopping every now and again for a quick bite to eat. The day passed quickly, and before she knew it, it had turned colder and darker. With a sigh, she headed home - pausing in The Leaky Cauldron for a moment where she wished she'd had her fireplace approved for the Floo Network. It hadn't seemed important at the time, but now she regretted it.

The walk home seemed even longer because of it. Not only was it freezing, but she had the distinct impression that someone was following her but every time she turned around to check there would be no one there. She brushed it off, and quickened her pace.

The war did funny things to people's minds.

It was hardly a comforting thought, but it had slipped into Victoria's mind before she could stop it. Now it was only thing she could think of. A part inside of her wanted to pretend it wasn't true. She wanted to pretend that everything was right with the world, but she didn't have that childish ability anymore.

She'd almost reached her apartment building when something crashed behind her. There was a curse of 'you idiot!' that bought her to a stop. It was a man's voice - unfamiliar too, which only made her heart beat quicker. She risked a peak over her shoulder but she couldn't see anyone in the dark.

The street was quite apart from the usual London noises - sirens wailing in the distance, a loud, drunk laugh from someone. She focused on her building in the distance - at the most, it was maybe twenty metres away. If she ran quick enough, maybe she could make it before whoever was behind her caught up. She'd never been a great runner though.

She decided to risk it. She sprinted off, her feet pounding against the floor and her ragged breath make white puffs around her. At that moment she cursed herself for not keeping fit.

The people behind her followed - there'd been a couple of curse words when she'd set off, but now they were silent. Victoria could only hope that meant they were as out of shape as she was.

She'd just stepped up onto the first step that led to her apartment building when someone grabbed her from behind. She kicked and swung her arms around, but that didn't help her at all. Her mind was racing with possibilities and fears, and so she didn't even have time to form an escape plan in her mind.

It wouldn't have mattered though. She heard a second pair of footsteps behind her, and an out of breath voiced whispered, "Petrificus Totalus."

Then, she was still.

Authors Note: There we go - chapter two! I didn't mention this in my last authors note but I'm hoping to update at least every fortnight until University goes back next year. This isn't going to be a super long story so I hope I'll be able to get it finished by then. Thank you all for reading!

Chapter 3: Stupidity and Judgement
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When the world came back into focus around her the first thing she did was curse her own stupidity. What kind of person trusted a Death Eater? Let alone four of them.

She let out a groan, turned onto her side and lifted up her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light. Her prison room was significantly nicer than what she’d been expecting, those she supposed those arrogant purebloods had a reputation to uphold. Merlin knows what would happen if rumours started going around that not every room in the Malfoy Manor was perfect. Something like that would kill poor Lucius.

She highly doubted this was the Malfoy Manor anyway. It was grander than what Victoria was used to, but it didn’t strike her as being grand enough for the Malfoy’s. Maybe it was one of the boys’ places? She knew Evan, she paused for a moment, she knew Rosier lived in a fancy Manor but Wilkes and Avery lived in an apartment somewhere together. The Black’s lived in London, Grimmauld Place — even Victoria knew that. This place seemed far too bright for the London she was used to.

The walls were painted an odd shade — a mix between egg yellow and gold that made the rest of the pre-1900 furniture look even older. She thought it looked ridiculous, but the things were probably considered heirlooms. In her experience, the rich were into those kinds of things.

She was tied by one hand to a rustic old bed. She’d tried freeing herself with her other hand, but the rope was enchanted and so all her pulling was for nothing. From the bed she couldn’t see anything apart from the furniture of the room and the door. There was a window too, but it was oddly high up on the wall and so she couldn’t peak through it. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to. This place seemed depressing enough, she didn’t care to see what English field she would be killed by.

She was oddly calm considering she well and truly understood what was going to happen in this house. She was more confused as to why they hadn’t already done it. They could have easily shot the killing curse at her on the street, but instead they had just knocked her out. Why? Was this some kind of torture method they had?

Oh Merlin, they were going to torture her for information. She tried pulling on the hopes again, a new desperation for escape flooded her heart but it was still no use. She didn’t even know anything. She was a lowly secretary at the Ministry, she’d never heard anything even remotely important and if she had, she certainly hadn’t been listening.

She was going to die because she was too stubborn to let go of a couple of boys. She should have just stayed home. In that moment, she promised herself that she’d never leave her apartment again if she ever got out of this place alive. Maybe she’d just move back in with her parents and adopt thirteen cats and speak in riddles to anyone who dared to come across her.

She’d been so tied up in these thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed the door creak open until someone cleared their throat. Victoria snapped her head around, cursing the sharp pain this caused.

“You’re awake,” The voice said — a woman, much prettier than how Victoria pictured a Death Eater to look. “Are you feeling alright?”

“What does it matter?” Victoria cut back, hating the way her voice sounded, she cleared her throat and tried to sound less afraid, “You’re going to kill me anyway.”

The woman sighed, running her fingers through her dark hair, “I told them that sending Black to get you was a terrible idea. You poor thing, you’re probably half scared to death.”

“I knew it was Black,” She said coldly, looking the woman up and down, “I suppose you’re the infamous Madam Lestrange, then.”

The woman laughed, a considerably warmer laugh that what Victoria was expecting, “Oh Merlin,” The woman whispered, “You really are poor thing.”

Victoria turned her face away from the war — she couldn’t stand the pity in the other woman’s eyes.

“You’ve got the wrong side, love,” The woman said, “I’m Emmeline Vance. We’re fighting against them.”

“Why am I here then?” Victoria blurted out.

“I’ll let one of the others explain that,” With that, Emmeline turned on her heel and Victoria was left alone once again with her thoughts.

At some point, it seemed that Victoria had drifted back off to sleep because the next time she opened her eyes, a red headed girl stood in her room — Lily Evans, they’d been in the same year at Hogwarts.

“You look different,” Lily said by way of greeting, “A lot paler than you used to be.” Victoria didn’t reply. “Em said you thought she was a Death Eater.”

“So Em has made me the laughing stock out there, has she?” She spat bitterly.

Lily looked taken aback, “You used to be sweet. What happened to you?”

“Life,” She responded dryly, “Not all of us got our Prince Charming’s.”

“No,” Lily agreed, almost solemnly, “Some of us get Death Eaters instead, evidently.”

“You can’t judge me,” Victoria half-whispered, “We do what we must do to stay alive.”

“You’ll get used to the judging, Drew,” Lily replied, almost venomously, “That’s what you’re here for after all.”

Victoria was left fuming as Lily closed the door — her footsteps disappearing quickly down a flight of stairs. She let out a sigh, only a few hours into captivity and she’d already made a fool of herself and driven away the only one who might have given her answers.

What did Lily mean that she was here to be judged? Why was she here at all? She figured it was something to do with Black. It wasn’t as if her meetings with the boys would have gone completely unnoticed — she’d always accepted that as a fact, but this? She was not expecting this. Whatever this was.

Maybe they were going to kill her instead? Maybe they’d torture her for information that she didn’t have. She and the boys had never spoken about their ‘work’, and it wasn’t as if she and Regulus had cuddle sessions where they decided exactly how many muggleborns he’d tortured the night before, or even earlier that day.

She was innocent in all of this.

Wasn’t she?

It turned out that the house full of people didn’t see it that way.

A particularly ruffled looking Remus Lupin had bought her downstairs. She was shocked to see him — not because she never imagined he would be there, after all wherever Potter and Black were Lupin and Pettigrew would never be far behind, but because he looked even worse off than he had in school.

His face was covered in more scars, Victoria had never understood where they’d come from in the first place. His clothes barely fit him, a sign that he’d lost even more weight since graduation and his hair was longer than she’d ever seen. She had almost wanted to wrap her arms around him when he let herself into her prison cell, after all they had been friends at school, but the uncomfortable look in his eyes kept her away. He was judging her.

Downstairs was worse. The living room was filled with people, some that Victoria knew — like James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, and others that she had never seen before. They all clearly knew who she was.

“Miss Drew,” Dumbledore said, considering the tension in the room, he sounded strangely joyful at Victoria’s presence, “I’m sorry we had to bring you here so unkindly, but we were inclined to believe that you wouldn’t come willingly.” Pettigrew snorted at this, but Victoria kept her eyes on Dumbledore. “It’s been a while, but I’m sure you remember your old peers —”

“Yes, but why am I here?” Victoria cut him off, resulting in a dark look from several members of the room.

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled slightly, “Of course, my dear, I suspect no one has told you anything. It’s a Gryffindor trait, I must say — that fierce loyalty, but nevermind.”

“You’re one of them,” Pettigrew cut in, but he shrunk back when Potter sent him a stern look.

“Please, Mr Pettigrew, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Dumbledore replied, only turning his head slightly towards Pettigrew though he kept his eyes trained on Victoria. “People in this room have evidence to suggest that you are working for a dark wizard, most commonly referred to as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, that you are one of his followers — a Death Eater.” Eyes throughout the room darkened at this statement, someone even growled but Dumbledore waved them all off with a shake of his hand, “I don’t believe that you are Miss Drew. In fact, I think you just happen to be a very lost witch in this terrible war. I’m giving you the chance to change that.”


“Join us,” The corner of Dumbledore’s lip turned upwards slightly.

“And what would that entail?” Victoria asked, tilting her chin up to mask her fear and uncertainty.

“I believe you have a connection with some of the young men fighting for this cause.”

Perfect images of the boys popped into her head. She could see Wilkes — his cropped dirty blond hair and those hawk-like eyes. Avery — that smirk whenever he thought of a particularly horrible joke. Evan — the way his dark hair covered his eyes, the smell of cigarettes that clung to him. And finally, Regulus — that smile he sent her sometimes, the one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but made her weak in the knees anyway.

“You want me to turn them over,” Victoria whispered. She found it hard to speak with the sound of the boys’ laughs echoing in her head.

“No,” Dumbledore replied softly, “We want you to help us save them.”

Authors Note: So, long time no see! What’s it been? Four and a half months since I last posted a chapter? I’m really sorry about that, and honestly I didn’t even expect to continue this story but this hit me out of nowhere tonight and well, here’s chapter three!

I’m really happy with those this chapter turned out and I’m going to try and keep up some momentum so I can write the next chapter. I’ll hopefully she you all again very soon.