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Date Posted: 15:05:55 08/20/02 Tue
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Crimson Apple
Hi guys! Doesn't the new site look great! It's beautiful Sam! A work of
art and I just want to say I really like it. J'adore cet website. I have to
learn how to say website in French. Ok now I will get onto a few things that I
have to get done with. This is the story of my life. Do things and get them over
with, then I get to my Potterism. Everyone please read the following! If you
don't a giant toad will pop out of the screen, not really but please read it!
This lesson is groundwork for something that is happening. Some people have
asked me about Sam and Bella's relationship and Sam's behavior. This will
fix all of that for you. This lesson is not so much of a lesson as it is a
flashback sequence. These were all written by myself and I want to apologize if
a character is portrayed wrong. I try to get characteristics from the message
boards and I get pretty close most of the time. It does not contain a lot of
characters but it does contain a lot of exposition and is written in rp form. I
am sorry if it seems all thrown together but I am short on time and I want to
get this in. **************** Text **************** means that it is a
flashback.
I also have not been able to read/do any homework because I can't get the
whole page to load. I also am not able to e-mail anyone because I can't get to
e-mail addresses but that will be taken care of as soon as I can. No
Homework!!!!! I have enough to keep myself busy and I know this isn't a good
lesson so I won't give you guys homework. I hope this isn’t as bad as I
perceive it to be.
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Samantha Riddle sat on a log which she of course had kicked for safety and ate,
only to appease Rajah ("Sam, eat it! It's really
rather good. Sam eat it or I will tell everyone about...You aren't interesting
enough you know. I have nothing to bribe you with.)who would not leave her alone
unless she ate this omelet that Rajah had cooked up. It was rather good as she
had said. It was great as fact and everyone knew it and even the Gryffindors
were dispensing compliments about it. The only person who didn't have anything
nice to say was Becca who complained about the lack of apple in the omelet. The
lack of apple sauce and apple juice also hit a sore spot with her. Sam watched
as Becca took an apple, a red apple, out of her bag and began to peel it. She
watched as the skin flowed down in a crimson ribbon and the word before her
faded, save the red apple. Her mind flew back into memories.
***********The Great hall was nearly full. Most of the Slytherins had already
gone upstairs but most of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs were
still in the Great Hall. Draco had yet to come down to eat. Samantha Riddle sat
at the Slytherin table. One hand in her hair, pushing the long black locks
behind her ears. The other hand idly rolling an apple back and forth over the
table. Becca would be looking for this apple and it made a smile came to Sam'™s
face. A smile that quickly faded as she rolled it back and forth. It was a
bright red apple, red. That color had some many meanings. Red was the color of
the rose Draco had given her when he had asked her out, red was Gryffindor's
signature color, red was the color of blood. Red also happened to be the color
of Voldermort's eyes. Her father's eyes, eyes that haunted her. She rubbed
her arm. Last night there had been a death eater’s meeting, not the junior
death eaters where they sat around talking about what they would do and how
great it would be to get out of Hogwarts and join their parents. No, this was a
real death eater's meeting. The kind where it was normal for an unforgivable
or two to be cast. Raids set up, plans formed. The kind that Voldermort, and
that weakling Pettigrew at his side, attended. She had been tortured last night
for failure to capture Potter. Draco had undergone the same fate but he didn't
know why. Voldermort had cursed him for going out with her. His plan had been
for her, Samantha, to go out with Harry and take care of him. In other words
send him to the grave but instead she had gone against his wishes and went out
with Draco, Harry' s enemy. He only let Draco, who was surprising walking
around today without any problems, live because he was a talented wizard who
would serve him as his father had. While Voldermort was cruel and killed on a
whim he was smart and wouldn't kill one of the best potential followers he
had. She was so stiff and her temper was about to boil over. Both Draco and
herself were the only two students who went to the real meetings and it was
difficult. Even to someone with a heart of stone. It was horrible. She flexed
her arm. At least you get used to the pain. Hands were on her shoulders,
massaging the pain away. Strong hands that she knew, it had to be Draco. He was
the only one who knew what she had gone through the previous nights. It had been
horrible, but his had been much worse.
Draco: How are you feeling? (Whispered into Samantha's ear as he rubs her
right shoulder softly, she feels the pain dissolve away as if by magic)
Samantha: I'm alive aren't I? I feel fine. I've been better but I'm ok.
Draco: That's good to hear princess.
Samantha: How many times do I have to tell you not to call me princess! You have
to be as thick as Longbottom.
Draco: What would you like me to call you? Cupcake? Honey? Sweetie? (A look of
mischief that reminded her of the Weasley twins passed his face) How about
Bunny?
Samantha: I will kill you.
Draco: Why would that be bunny?
Samantha: If you call me anything other than Samantha, Sam, or goddess of my
world, I will kill you. I am not a sweet or a furry creature.
Draco: Alright Sam, alright. Can I have a bite? (He pointed to the apple in her
palm as he sat down next to her.)
Samantha: Sure, but you deal with Becca's wrath.
(A smile, saddened by the previous night's events, passed between them.
Samantha handed him the apple which he promptly took a bite out of. As if Becca
heard the crunch a mile away she tore into the Great Hall. Her hair in disarray
and her eyes quickly scanning the room. Then she spotted it. Draco Malfoy,
Slytherin with a red, no HER red apple in his mouth and about one fourth of it
was being swallowed. No, it was now in his stomach. If her attention had not
been so focused on the apple she would have seen what a cute couple they were.
Samantha wrinkled up her nose as Draco swallowed the next large bite, it was
such a loud sound and her head hurt so much. Becca noticed a picture of ice cold
pumpkin juice on the end of the Ravenclaw table. Sneaking up pressing against
the wall by the Gryffindor table which was partly dark due to the position of
the moon in the enchanted ceiling above. Taking a page out of Peters book she
slowly charmed the picture into the air until it was hovering directly above
Samantha and Draco. If he was eating her apple she was sure Sam had something to
do with it. As Samantha went in to take a light jab at Draco in the playful
flirtation they had adopted Becca flipped the picture. Immediately Samantha
stood up, the juice running down her body. Draco closed his eyes for a moment as
if controlling his anger. Then he stood up and turn towards the Gryffindor table
with a look of pure venom on his face. Due to the distance between the
Gryffindor and Slytherin tables the Gryffindors didn't know what had just
happened but were in a fit of laughter over a tale the Weasley twins, Fred and
George were telling. From the way everyone was seated it looked as if Arabella
and Harry were laughing in their faces and Draco and Sam grew angrier.)
Draco: I'll take Potter and you get Peters. Agreed?
Samantha: Most defiantly
(Sam eyed a nice bowl of mashed potatoes but quickly dismissed it for a very
greasy bowl of some unrecognizable mush. Draco, on the other hand went for a
classic cake. As if they had counted to three they both levitated their objects
and then dropped them onto Arabella and Harry at once. The surrounding
Gryffindors were splattered with the food as it deflected off its targets. It
took a few moments for Arabella and Harry to find who had done it but when they
locked eyes with Samantha and Draco a silent exchange occurred between them.)
Arabella: I'm game.
Harry: Think of this as quidditch Malfoy, I'll win and you can go sulk. Why
break a nice trend?
Draco: Shut it Potter
(Draco saw out of the corner of his eye that Sam was levitating a creamer and
decided to keep talking but Arabella saw Samantha's wand moving at her side
and sent a jar of gravy her way. It hit her quickly in the face and ran down her
face.)
Samantha: PETERS!
Arabella: yes.
Samantha: AGGH! (It's a scream but I'm not sure how to write it so you get
this)
(Suddenly food was flying all over the place. Back and forth. At first it was
just the Gryffindor and Slytherins, all of who had joined the fray, but the
other houses soon joined. Eva Goyle was by far the most ferocious. She first hit
Hermione with a chicken leg and then began to hurl apples from her satchel.
Becca was seen counting them in the corner, as if counting how much pain she
needed to inflict with each apple)
IN THE HALL AT THE SAME TIME
(Headmistress Sasandra Dumbledore and Krista Potter were walking into the Great
Hall; the rest of the staff was in Professor Albus Dumbledore's office.
Talking about new safety measures.)
Professor Potter: Those are lovely robes Sasandra.
Headmistress Dumbledore: Thank you; they were a gift from Albus for my birthday.
I do like them.
(Sasandra looked down at the silk robes; they were a light green trimmed with
purples that looked beautiful in the candle light. She swished her sleeve and
watched the way it glowed. They were by far her favorites. When they turned the
corner and walked into the Great Hall, still talking. At that moment Sam sent a
nice pumpkin pie Arabella's direction, she ducked and the pie soared past
her.)
Headmistress Dumbledore: WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!!
(The pie had hit her in the face, the cream going down and spilling over her new
robes. The whole hall went silent.)
Headmistress Dumbledore: Hogsmeade is cancelled for this week! All of you will
be cleaning the castle, from top to bottom without magic! Everyone! All of you
OUT. Now!
(Everyone exchanged a nervous glance and as quickly as they exited the hall.
Samantha, Arabella, Harry, and Draco exited out of opposite door. Both pairs
about to kill the other. A new war had started, over a blood red
apple)***************
Sam felt that memories fade and a newer one appear. She hardly noticed
Draco and Harry who were looking questionably at her. Her eyes remained open but
she seemed almost lifeless. He skin was paling a bit but not horribly and
neither thought it a cause for concern, not when Sam might bite your head off if
you happened to be wrong. The next memory began to fill her head.
**************Draco: Personally I can't stand her, she is so annoying. *
He scrunches up his face and changes the pitch of his voice * enough! There will
be no fighting in my class! I mean really come on. She's nothing but some warn
out old auror.
Samantha: She can't be that bad.
Draco: Well nobody can be worse than Black! I'm happy she's out of the
picture. (Sam glares at him and he remembers that she is Voldermort's
daughter) I know that you liked her but she was rather shirty with me.
Samantha: Just because she wouldn't let you out of your homework and bow down
before your father doesn't mean that she was a bad teacher. I think that Figg
might be alright.
Draco: Fine princess, she will be fine.
Samantha: Don't call me princess!
Draco: Alright, alright. * He whispers princess under his breath and she shakes
it off thinking it is her imagination *
Samantha: Why are we here? This is valuable time we could be using tormenting
the Gryffindors.
Draco: We are here because I saw Peters out here and I thought you might enjoy a
little payback.
Samantha: What do you have in mind?
Draco: I think we have changed hair colors too often and it appears that she can
disk out curses fairly well. I am lost as far as what we should do to here.
Samantha: All I know is I really detest her. Did you see the messages she left
us! I think that she is probably worse than Katie Black and you remember how
much trouble that girl gave us.
* Draco and Sam walk up by the lake and see Arabella talking with Harry Potter,
both looking visibly upset about something. Draco and Sam catch each others
eyes. Is Potter going out with Peters! No, it's impossible, no way, that would
just be wrong. Sneaking closer that being to listen to the conversation *
Harry: Are you sure? You really saw him.
Arabella: I'm positive. I saw him; he's back Harry and we have to end this.
We can't keep letting him gain power and followers, it's not right. Have you
heard about the junior death eaters? They are starting to turn here. If
Dumbledore doesn't attack it's going to be too late. You have to trust me
about this, I saw him kill those wizards at the quidditch match a few weeks ago,
before my transfer. He's going to attack again.
* Draco and Sam knew what they were talking about. A few weeks ago, after he had
attacked Hogwarts Voldermort had been attacking large wizard gathering, and
quidditch matches had became a favorite. He also had been gaining power, it
seemed as his followers grew so did the power behind each of his curses *
Harry: How much time, how long do you think?
Arabella: A month, maybe less. I'm not- hey do you hear that?
* Draco, trying to move closer, had stepped on a branch making the loudest
cracking noise Sam had ever heard. Sam was thinking of the best way to handle
the situation while Draco noticed that whenever you were hiding you had to
sneeze and how whenever you were eves dropping you would step on something that
under normal circumstances wouldn't break but now make one of the loudest
noises imaginable, and how it always seemed to happen to him *
Harry: Of course I heard it., I'm not deaf you know.
Arabella: Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What's
up your bum?
Harry: Nothing. Just with Voldermort back in power, Hogwarts soon to be under
attack and the fact that my scar is constantly throbbing I am a bit on the edge.
I think that came from over here.
* Harry was walking towards Samantha and Draco who were behind one of the large
boulders the students sat on while looking over the lake. Samantha was thinking
fast, none of her choices seemed appealing. She could run and be seen, run and
be caught by Harry, who was rather fast and would no doubt chase them down, or
stand here and be caught. Just as Harry, now joined by Arabella, were turning
and about to face them she felt Draco turn her arm so she was face to face with
him. He quickly began to kiss her and was rewarded with a slap on the back. He
broke off the kiss for a moment and whispered "play along" in her ear and
Sam caught on. This was normal. A boyfriend and girlfriend did kiss and what was
more romantic than by the lake. It didn't matter that they were behind a rock,
he would still buy it. He had to buy it. Sam could hear Harry walking up behind
them and deepened the kiss, he should feel uncomfortable. It didn’t matter
that she was losing her breath, all that mattered was that a. he bought it and
b. that he felt out of place. *
Harry: hmm, excuse me. Samantha, Malfoy.
Arabella: Do rent a room.
* Samantha and Draco broke apart. Draco had a stupid smile on his face which
quickly vanished when he remembered that Potter was there as well as Peters.
Could he get away from the Gryffindors? Was that possible? *
Draco: Potter, Peters.
Arabella: Yes we do know each others names. Peters, Potter, Malfoy, and Riddle.
Now that we have this all settled may I ask what you are doing over here?
Draco: We were having some-
Samantha (cutting in on Draco's answer): That is none of your business. What
are you doing out here by the lake. Do we have a new couple at Hogwarts? Peters
and Potter. I don't think we have seen a more disgusting pair since-
Arabella: Since you two were standing next to each other in front of a mirror?
Samantha: No, since Granger and Weasley became the unofficial Gryffindor couple.
Arabella: Besides we aren't going out.
Samantha: So that would make you the Gryffindor bicycle. Everyone gets a turn.
Arabella: Why you disgusting, cold hearted, stupid, moron.
* Both girls go for their wands but are grabbed by the boys at their shoulder.
They begin to stare down each other, neither willing to back down *
Harry: She's not worth it. Don't sink to her level.
Draco: End it Sam, just let it go.
Harry: Come Arabella, let's go back inside. There is a chill in the air.
* Harry looks over at Samantha and Draco and beings to lead Arabella back up to
the castle. When he passes Sam he whispers "She's not like that. You're
the merry-go-round." Her eyes flare up for a moment and Draco who is barely
able to stop from attacking himself pulls her back. *
Draco: Potter, what flowers do you want at your funeral?
Harry (over his shoulder halfway up to the castle): I'm not sure. Let me she
what kind they have at yours first. Then I might have a better idea of what to
avoid.
Harry and Arabella disappear over a hill and Draco and Samantha turn and look at
each other. Both very, very angry * *************
Samantha's hands began to shake a bit at the memory and she blinked
rapidly trying to escape from the images. They haunted her. Her entire past
haunted her. Everyone she had ever cared for had died…a new memory began.
***********(She was falling. The wind rushed up her back and her spine
tingled, her long black locks in a whirlwind as they were tossed about. She
closed and opened her eyes but it made no difference. The tunnel, cave, hole,
whatever it was as black as nigh. The only thing that shone in this dark despair
was the light of her eyes, almost glowing off of the walls. She reached out,
hoping to catch something, trying to grab onto a ledge, but it seemed endless.
She could hear the sound of the rampant wind as it went by her ears; it was like
the scratching of fingernails on a blackboard, the kind that made you want to
scream from the terrible pitch. It felt like forever but was only a matter of
seconds in reality and suddenly she fell into a pool, she could see the water
now, sparkling blue just like her eyes. It felt cool and peacefully lapped
against her legs. The mist from water rising up and cooling her face. Small,
multi-colored fish swam by her feet. The well rounded pebbles she stood on felt
smooth and glistened as she looked down on them, they appeared small and
distorted through the water. The sun was setting over the horizon, in the
beautiful part of the day known as twilight, when the sky was a painted canvas
of colors. Oranges and pinks predominantly painted the sky with hues of blue and
silvers, whips of greens and sparkles of purple. It was as if a fairy had
painted this for a book, one with a happy ending. She looked for the grassy,
flower-covered hills that the prince and princess would ride off in, right into
that twilight painting, but it wasn't there. Only water surrounded her, it
seemed to go on for miles and miles. Deciding that it was better to walk and
explore then sit and wait she took off towards the painted picture, watching as
the sun lowered and started to truly set but the painted sky remain, becoming
brighter as the light reflect off the water. She walked and walked, the
smoothness of the stones saving her feet from agony. Finally she decided to sit,
her long robes bearing the Slytherin snake fanned out as she sat on a large
polished stone that had made it's way to her, almost like a seat waiting for
her in the otherwise unbroken surface of the water. She closed her eyes,
breathing in the air, it smelled like the sea, which it undoubtly was, she could
smell the freshness and taste the salt in the air. It was so fresh and the
breeze carried her hair back. I was almost like a fairytale. Almost. As she
opened her eyes she caught her reflection in the water, her long silky hair, and
china doll like reflect and her eyes. They weren't the bright blue that shone
like those swirls in the sky, they were red, red like Becca's precious apples,
like the rose, like blood, like his eyes. Her father's eyes, Voldermort's
eyes. He wasn't really her father. A father by definition loves you, he
protects you, cradles you in his arms when you are born and weeps when he gives
you away at the alter. He wasn't her father; he killed her soul with a curse
and her heart with a hex. Closing her eyes she hoped for the redness to
disappear. It only grew brighter. Reaching into the pool she cupped some of the
clear water in her hand and brought it up as if to wash the red from her eyes,
to erase the meaning of it. As the water, like sands in an n hourglass, slipped
through her small fingers, and touched the pristine water it began to change.
The once blue pools were now red, the painted sky had turned a copper gray and
the fish which had swam by her feet were now fleeing as if she was poison. She
felt him before she heard him but it still startled her.)
Voldermort: You're like me, everything we touch withers and dies. Turn around,
now what does he call you, yes, princess. Turn around princess.
(She turned her head down, not wanting to meet the steel cold glare of his
ruby red eyes. She caught the sight of his hand swirling and looked up as she
saw the rose, the red one Draco had given her. It looked like that one, only
when he had given it to her. Since then she had pressed it in a book, deciding
to keep it to remember him by. With both of their lives in a constant state of
uncertainty every moment they had, they had to treasure and keep. She didn't
keep a diary, she felt it was better for things to bloom in memory rather than
whiter in writing but she had kept the rose. It looked the same, down to the red
ribbon tied to the stem.)
Voldermort: It all dies.
(He made sure she was looking as the rose withered, the petals going from
their luscious fullness to small crisps, turning from that blood red to a stony
mix of red and gray. He dropped it in the water and she watched as it floated,
going back and forth in the now quicken stream. The splashes were no longer
peaceful but the slapping of the water stun her legs. The small drops that hit
her face felt like sand from a storm, the sky was menacing.)
Samantha: No, it doesn't all die, it doesn't.
(She said in a whisper, almost to herself but he was more animal than human
and hear her every syllable.)
Voldermort: It doesn't? Really? Think back. Who was the last person, besides
Malfoy, whom you grew close to, you shared things with?
Samantha: I don't share my thought.
Voldermort: Oh but you did princess, you did. I made sure she died as well as
your other little friend, a rather annoying half-breed too by the look of her. A
Professor Black and a young girl named Katie. Do they sound familiar? I do admit
that the other one was only an added bonus. They are dead because of you. Their
mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters, weep because of you. Did you know that
the Professor was to be married? She was pregnant too, she didn't know yet but
she was. Her and that werewolf would have had a baby girl and lived that
fairytale life you were thinking about. That new sorry excuse for a teacher you
have, Figg I believe, was the only one who knew about the engagement, she may
have to go as well. When is that nice little trip to the forest? I may take out
her, as well as a few others.
(Samantha felt her eyes well up with tears she tried to fight them but they
poured forward. She did kill everything, it was because of her. It couldn't
happen, not again. He wasn't going to kill them again because of her.)
Samantha: No, please-
Voldermort: Last time I gave you a mission you failed; no you didn't fail you
revolted. I can't have that.
Samantha: I won't fail, I'll do it. I swear.
Voldermort: A swear? That means nothing to me. I will make you an offer though,
you deliver Potter and I leave the rest of your friends alone. You fail me and I
will attack, I will kill, and I will not spare a soul. Not even if they may
prove valuable to me in the future.
Samantha: Please, please-
Voldermort: I will have him in a month, no more. They will not die peacefully
either, a long torture for a prelude, then a slow death. What do you say
Samantha, my daughter, my princess?
(Samantha closed her eyes against the tears, it felt like fire and her soul
was empty, she felt hollow. He didn't leave her with a choice. Slowly she
nodded, her face turned away from him.)
Voldermort: There we go. You are just like me. Willing to see what must be done.
Potter must die; it is an unavoidable fact princess.
Samantha: I am not your princess, nor your daughter. I am nothing like you!
Voldermort: You are Samantha, and you will learn to hold your tongue. I want him
in a month.
(She fell with the force of the crucio curse upon her, ripping into her body
and tearing her up, not her flesh but her soul. Physical pain is nothing when
compared to mental anguish, the thought that you are responsible fro death, the
thought that people die because of you and now with the fire pain going from her
every bone to her brain, digging into her and setting her on internal fire she
fell off the stone. Th bottom of the lake was gone and she kept falling. The
pain reminded and the wind once again rushed by her body as it well into
darkness. She could hear him in the background as she fell.)
You're like me, everything we touch withers and dies.
You're like me, everything we touch withers and dies.
You're like me, everything we touch withers and dies.
You're like me, everything we touch withers and dies.
Draco: Samantha! Sam! Wake up Princess! Please wake up!
(She felt like she had landed on a hard stone and she could feel her body
being shaken. She opened her eyes and saw the blurry image of Draco. He was
shaking her shoulder and looked like he was on the verge of tears and he never
shed a tear, not even when he was tortured, on the verge of death and he never
let one fall. He refused to grant Voldermort the satisfaction. She slowly sat up
and when her hair was a good foot off the ground Draco swung behind her and
propped up her back, feeling the cold sweat she was in. Samantha looked around.
They were on the edge of the lake, she remembered. They had come here to plot
revenge on Peters and she had laid down, still exhausted from the meeting. She
must have fallen asleep, it was all a dream.)
Draco: What wrong princess?
Samantha: He's in my dreams Draco I can't escape him. He's even in my
dreams.****************
Sam felt her throat catch. It was getting worse. He was gaining power and she
was losing her soul. She felt like she was losing herself and he was taking
over. Every ounce of power that he gained was an ounce of power she lost in her
life. She had just begun a new memory. One where she and Bella had joined
forces, seen eye to eye. She was running through the forest and she remembered
that she was about to literally bump into Arabella when her vision clouded and
two red eyes overtook her entire view. Withers and dies.
She was shaking and not in her memories either. Harry and Draco were bent over
her, blocking her from view of the others and nobody noticed the three huddled
together for they all were having a merry time. Harry was pushing her hair away
from her face and telling her to make eye contact with him. Draco, who had seen
her go through these took out a small bottle that Sam had been given by Peters
and poured a bit down her throat. Peters had one good thing about her, the
ability to help Sam Draco thought and as long as Peters could do that he
wouldn't say a word against her.
She slowly opened her eye which had momentarily closed and color began to return
to her face. The two boys were no longer in feud but worry. Things were getting
out of hand.
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Done for now! Almost 6000 words, longest. I know it doesn't make complete
sense but that was three main rps I did for the characterization and I left out
a lot. If you don't understand why I did anything ask or if you feel something
is missing tell me. I would have gone further but like a fic it felt right to
end it there. I hope it isn't too bad. . Now I would also like to say that
everyone is welcome to owl me if they wish at jediprins@aol.com (both Professor
Figg and Arabella Peters are at this address) in the subject bar please put this
(I get a lot of junk mail and delete it so I want to make sure I don't delete
your e-mail) Owl Post To: Professor Figg From: Your Name. If you have any ideas
for the trip let me know and I will try to add them into the plot that I have so
far. Until next week,
~ Professor Gwen Figg
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