If you don't readThe Life Dissertation of Lovette Luclarebeforehand, you'll be as confused as I am about why I’m on a writing-high. I just can’t seem to stop writing!
Forget what I said about the last chapter,
I think this one is the longest one I’ve ever written.
Its like eight pages long.
And yes, I know I updated pretty fast.
I’m just eager to get this story done since I’ve already planned everything out
It was dark. Extremely dark. Of course, it was nighttime. But, it was even too dark for it to be night.
Lovette furrowed her brows, shivering. Why was she outside? The only sound she could hear was the faint echoing of her bare feet slapping the cobblestone below her. Where was she again?
It seemed to be an alley. A grimy, filthy alley in the heart of London. One of those lanes that you pass on the street while fighting the sidewalk traffic that you never pay any mind to. One of those alleys that isn’t so frightening by day. And yet terrifying by night. Especially when its freezing outside, extremely dark, and your by yourself. Yes, this had to be a recipe for a disaster. Lovette could feel it.
Now, how to find my way home, Lovette thought, biting her bottom lip as she continued to pace. True, it probably wasn’t a smart idea to keep walking in a direction that you have no clue as to where it leads to. But, it was better than standing still in a dark alleyway. Yes, Lovette had seen too many Muggle horror films to know that it is never a good plan to stay standing in the middle of a pitch-black anywhere.
As Lovette neared...somewhere...soft voices met her ears. Maybe there were people around to help her get back home? Though her stomach had twisted itself and knots and was screaming to her to not follow the tones, she continued toward the voices.
Where had her common sense gone?
“They’re going to be there?” As Lovette neared the unknowns, their conversations became clearer. And yes, she could just make out that there were more than one person in the alley. “Yes.” Lovette stopped in her tracks for a moment. That voice was familiar. Maybe one of her friends was here to help her out! And so, she continued walking.
“Just the three of them?” A new voice was audible now, a female voice. Lovette shivered again, though it was some consolation that she had recognized one of the voices, the other two unknowns had tones that made the hairs on the back of Lovette’s neck rise.
“Yes. I already told you!” There was that man again. That man that Lovette knew. Lovette stopped again, and cocked her head to the side, trying to decipher who the voice belonged to.
“Don’t get snippy with us,” Lovette swallowed at one of the man’s menacing pitch, “we’re the ones protecting you.”
“I know, I know...but...”
“But what?” Lovette now felt her ears perk up like a dog’s. She knew this voice as well.
Hey, two people out of four isn’t bad...
“It’s not safe for me to be here much longer. Someone could see me!” One of the recognizable voices was now anxious. She could hear the other three people laugh, the woman’s laughter shrill...unforgiving. “So...who are the traitors that dare to sabotage us?”
“Potter, Flynn and Luclare.” Lovette’s eyes widened at the mention of her name. Her blood ran cold and she walked faster towards the voices, wanting to know who was speaking about her...
“Ah, Luclare...” For a moment, Lovette thought that the people had seen here. But as she stood right next to them, she realized they could not see or hear her.
Three of the figures were wearing cloaks, their hoods covering their heads and faces. But one of them was not...one of them was...
“Peter!” Lovette gasped as she saw her friend standing in a small circle with the cloaked figures. He did not hear her.
“Oh God...these aren’t...you’re not...” Lovette could feel the tears coming to her eyes as she walking the inside of the circle, examining the cloaked people.
“What about Lovette?” Peter asked, his eyes darting back and forth between the people. He seemed almost...worried?
“Nothing, nothing,” Lovette sighed, annoyed, as she realized who the person who had taken such an interest in her was, “she’s just...an old friend.”
“She hates you.” Peter said.
“Damn right I do!” Lovette shouted, though no one heard her. She then stood right in front of the person who had been speaking of her. She could see his face even in the shadow of his cloak hood. Regulus Black.
“Big surprise.” Lovette muttered, frowning as Regulus smirked, “I swear to God you have some kind of creepy obsession with me.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Dear Love does seem to have something against me.” Regulus said airily. Lovette rolled her eyes again, feeling the strong urge to punch Regulus, but knowing that he wouldn’t feel it. If Lovette was going to go to the trouble to punch Regulus, she wanted him to feel it. And believe her, it wouldhurt.
“And you wonder why I have something against you...”
“Just go home to your little blonde bitch.” The unknown man’s voice sounded again. For once, Lovette smiled at a Death Eater’s remark (knowing full well the other cloaked figures were Death Eaters). She thought it funny that even Regulus’ crew hated Keely Kella Kennedy as well...
“Can’t.” Regulus said, his smirk broader than ever.
“Why not?” The woman’s voice sliced the air again. Lovette turned, studying the woman. Bellatrix Lestrange.
“And why am I not surprised to see you either...” Lovette mumbled as Bellatrix sneered.
“I killed her.” Regulus said simply, giving a jaded jerk of the head. Lovette’s jaw dropped.
“You WHAT?!” Though Lovette had shouted this, Peter had merely said it. Regulus smiled.
“She got a bit too...nosy.” He explained evasively. Lovette covered her mouth with her hand, disbelieving. Sure she had hated Keely Kella Kennedy...but never had she wanted her to die...
Well that’s not really true. I did want her to die...just not by Regulus...
“And what’s your excuse when people find her dead?” The other man scorned. Lovette now recognized that voice too. It belonged to none other than Lucius Malfoy. Regulus shrugged.
“Death Eater killed her. Its not really untrue. I’ll just put the Dark Mark over the house and just show up after the Aurors do and act devastated.”
“Oh you little...” Lovette was now in a fit of rage. She wasn’t really feeling all that upset by the act that Keely was dead...just by the fact at how...merciless Regulus was.
“How creative.” Bellatrix snapped sarcastically at her cousin, “Anyway, back to business. So it’s Precious Potter, Flynn the Freak and Lovely Luclare?” Lovette rolled her eyes at Bellatrix.
“Now that’s creative...” Lovette said, sarcasm oozing from her words.
“Yes. One for each of you.” Peter said, though his voice was nervous.
“I have dibs on Luclare.” Regulus said rather childishly.
“In your dreams...” Lovette scoffed.
“How mature.” Lucius said coolly to Regulus. Regulus shrugged.
“The girl peaks my interest.”
“She also peaks Sirius’ interest too.” Bellatrix spat. Lovette wanted to kick her in the jaw.
“You know you’re jealous.” Lovette snapped, frowning, “Even though he is your cousin...which is disturbing...”
It was as though Lovette was behind a curtain and had just been revealed. The four immediately set eyes one her. She could feel their glares boring into her skin. Even Peter’s.
“How nice of you to join us.” Lucius said, his lips curling into a sinister smile. Peter’s eyes yet again darted throughout the circle at his colleagues.
“Oh shit.” Was all Lovette could think to say. The three Death Eaters laughed, their pitches clashing. Lovette bit her bottom lip again, slowly backing out of the circle.
“Going so soon?” Regulus asked as she backed right into him. Lovette feigned a smile.
“Yeah, I’ve just remembered I forgot to-”
“Say goodbye!” With a flash of green light, everything had disappeared.
Lovette clapped her hands over her forehead, feeling the cold sweat soak her palms. She was now sitting straight up in her bed, panting slightly. Her body was shaking and the sheets and blankets clung to her moist skin. What had just happened?
“Love? Are you alright?” Lovette could barely make out Sirius’ concerned face through the darkness of their bedroom.
“Yeah,” She replied, confused as she caught her breath, “yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re shaking.” Sirius said, taking Lovette’s hand in his. He kissed her forehead, his lips warm against her sweating skin.
Lovette shook her head, burying her face in the palms of her hands. She could feel Sirius’ gaze on her.
“I’m fine.” Lovette lifted her head up to meet Sirius’ face, she smiled reassuringly, though Sirius did not return it, “I just...had a bad dream. That’s all.”
“Are you sure?-”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Sirius looked at her skeptically for a moment, but her smile still stayed in tact. He then leaned over and pressed his lips to her own in a short kiss.
“Alright.” He finally concluded. Lovette grinned and kissed him again.
The two stayed sitting up in bed for a few moments. Sirius hung his arm around Lovette shoulders and brought her closer, trying to bring comfort. Lovette giggled. Sirius offered a half-smile.
“What time is it?” Lovette asked after a few more minutes. Sirius sighed, looking over at their clock on his bedside table.
“You should get some more sleep.” Lovette stated, getting up from their bed and rooting around in her dressers for clothing. She then tore open the bay windows’ curtains, allowing the morning sunlight to flood their bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Sirius asked, his brows furrowed as his eyes squinted against the new light.
“Eh, I’m going to see my therapist.” Lovette grinned. Sirius leaned back into bed, nodding as he closed his eyes.
“Tell Remus I said ‘hi’.” Lovette laughed, going over to Sirius and kissing the tip of his nose.
“So, let me get this straight...you had a dream about Peter talking to Death Eaters like he was on their side.” Lovette sighed as Remus repeated this for the umpteenth time since she had arrived at his house. Was this concept really that hard to grasp...even for Remus?
It was just Lovette and Remus. Lovette had gone over to Remus and Brenna’s flat to consult the only person she knew who could decipher her dreams: Remus. Brenna, however, was not present. Apparently, Brenna had been forced to watch her two-year-old niece, Winifred Flynn (her brother Kegan’s daughter) and Remus had chosen not to tag along. So, it was just Lovette and Remus seated in the living room of the flat.
“Doesn’t that sound little twisted?” Lovette asked, sprawling herself across the couch in the living room. Remus shrugged, taking a seat in an armchair beside Lovette.
“Not as much as you think. I mean, the Death Eaters in your dream are the same ones you’re going after tomorrow on your mission, right?” Lovette nodded, and Remus continued, “Maybe subconsciously, you’re worried about that. It seems completely logical.”
Lovette groaned, throwing her arm over her face dramatically. Remus rolled his eyes, conjuring a cup of tea for himself.
“Yes, but why was Peter there?” Lovette asked pointedly. Remus shrugged, placing his tea cup on the coffee table in front of him.
“Didn’t you have a row with Peter a couple days ago?” Lovette nodded miserably, the thought of her friend being angry with her made her stomach churn.
“Maybe your subconsciously worried about that too.” Remus concluded.
“Yeah but...it just seemed so real.” Lovette said, trying to make Remus believe this dream was out of the ordinary.
“Lovette, you’ve been really stressed lately. I’m pretty sure your nightmare was just a combination of all the things have had been happening to you.” Lovette groaned, though it sounded somewhere between a growl and a whimper. Remus smiled causing Lovette to roll her eyes.
“Sirius says ‘hi’.” Lovette said after a short silence. Remus chuckled.
“I’m not surprised.” Another silence fell between the two.
“Can you keep a secret?” Remus asked, tilting his head to the side. Lovette’s brows furrowed and she blinked.
“Yes.” She said slowly, not understanding where Remus was headed.
“Even from Brenna?” He asked, now grinning. Lovette nodded, still not knowing where Remus was going. Suddenly a look of comprehension dawned on Lovette and leapt up from the couch, hovering right over Remus.
“You are not!” Lovette squealed. Remus nodded.
“I am so.”
“I don’t know.” Remus said unsurely, though he was still grinning.
Lovette then did something that no one had witnessed in a while: She danced.
Remus started laughing loudly as Lovette pranced around his house, dancing like a complete idiot.
Did she care?
Of course not.
“REMUS AND BRENNA SITTING IN A TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N-G. FIRST COMES LOVE...AND NOW COMES MARRIAGE! SOON THEY’LL HAVE A BABY CARRIAGE!” Remus blushed at Lovette’s chant/song. But her vocals did not stop there...
“BUT IF THEY’RE LIKE LAMEY, THEY’LL HAVE A BABY, REAL-LY SOON!”
Remus continued to laugh until Lovette jumped on the couch, hopping up and down like a seven-year-old. Lovette then jumped off of the sofa again and pretended to do a special landing like a star Muggle gymnast.
“TA-DAAAAAA!” Lovette screamed. She then plopped herself back on the sofa, smiling as she noticed Remus’ face red with laughter...and probably embarrassment.
“You were just waiting for an occasion to be that loud again, weren’t you?” Remus finally said after his fits of laughter had subsided enough for him to speak. Lovette nodded enthusiastically, scrunching her face up to make (as Brenna had always referred to it as) “the bunny face”.
“Hey, if the time calls for it. I think we need a little bit of humor.”
“Here, here.” Remus agreed. Lovette giggled.
“You’re going to marry Brenna.” Lovette said, her giggling not ceasing. Remus chuckled.
“If she says ‘yes’-”
“Which she will. I know she will.”
The friends sat in silence, savoring the jovial sentiment. Though, their contentment was interrupted by a sharp rapping at Remus’ window.
The two looked over at the window in the kitchen at which the noise had sounded from. It was merely a barn owl that was perched on the outside windowsill, the Daily Prophet tied to its leg.
Remus sighed, leisurely rising from his armchair and making his way to the owl, Lovette in pursuit.
“Let’s see what the Prophet says today, shall we?” Remus asked to Lovette as he untied the newspaper from the owl’s leg and depositing a knut in the bird’s leather collection pouch. Lovette nodded, furrowing her brows as Remus unrolled the article.
“No way...” Remus breathed as he read the headline. Lovette clapped her hand over her mouth, silencing her gasp.
The frontline of the newspaper bore a picture of a small house with the Dark Mark looming overhead. The dark black caption blared:
Woman found dead with Dark Mark overhead:
Death Eaters the culprit?
(see full story, page 4)
For a moment the shock had disappeared from Lovette at the headline, causing her mutter sardonically,
“You think they’re the culprits...?” But Remus quickly ‘shh!’ed her and tore through the pages to find the full article.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, Remus and Lovette scoured the editorial. Lovette let out a soft scream half way through the page and backed away from Remus and the newspaper, as though the article was going to attack her. Remus paused his reading and frowned at Lovette, obviously not as far into the story as Lovette had been.
Lovette shook her head, covering her mouth with her hand and motioned for Remus to keep reading. He nodded, confused, and turned back to the Prophet.
It was only seconds later that Remus had dropped the newspaper on the kitchen floor in shock, and turned to Lovette, a horrified expression on his features.
“Dead.” Lovette finished for him, meekly.
“Wow.” Was all Remus could muster. Lovette nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. But Remus remained standing.
“You know...I can’t honestly say that I’m too upset.” Remus said after a while. Lovette chuckled bitterly, resting her head in the palms of her hands. She looked up at Remus.
“I can’t say the same for myself.” Remus furrowed his brows, looking over at his friend.
“Because Regulus did it. He said so. It happened in my dream.”
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