Post by Carl Lestrange on Mar 31, 2010 18:00:38 GMT -6
Carl woke up suddenly out of a horrible nightmare, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. He looked around the dark, dreary room, his breathing heavy. He had forgotten where he was for a moment, but as he forced himself to calm down, he remembered that he was at the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix.
He moved his legs over the side of the bed, so he was sitting on the edge, and then put his head in his hands. After everything that had happened a few days ago, he had hardly been able to get any sleep. This was his third night here and he had maybe gotten three hours of sleep total.
As he sat there, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, he let himself think about what had happened.
Three days ago, he was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he wished he still was. He was a first year Slytherin, but didn't look it. He had the body and mind of a much older Slytherin. However, with the way things were going, he wasn't sure when he was ever going to be able to return to Hogwarts.
His father, Rabastan Lestrange, was a powerful Death Eater. Ever since Carl could remember, his father had told him that becoming one himself was his destiny. But towards the end, Carl had become more and more hesitant. His father began talking about possible missions that he would send him on as his first act as a Death Eater. Three days ago, he had gotten an owl from his father telling him just what his first mission would be.
Carl had left the castle in the middle of the night and went to Hogsmeade and scared the living crap out of Madam Rosmerta for information. Figuring it wasn't that bad, he went to the Death Eater headquarters afterward, gave them the information, and then his father gave him the Dark Mark.
Thinking about that, Carl looked down at his arm. He had taken to wearing black long sleeve shirts, seeing as how he hated to look at the ugly thing on his arm.
But then that's where it had gone terribly wrong. He had figured out very shortly afterward that his father had given him that bogus assignment and then turned around and ordered him to go and kill an innocent person. When he refused and tried to run from the Death Eater headquarters, he was ambushed by his father and a few other Death Eaters.
"Crucio!" Rabastan yelled, his wand pointed down at Carl, who was laying on the ground, writhing in pain. "You're useless, Carl! You don't deserve that mark on your arm! I knew I never should have adopted you!" He let off of the curse so he could see Carl's reaction to that.
"What?" Carl asked almost soundlessly, his mouth almost too dry to talk.
"That's right. I adopted you. And you would have been the perfect Death Eater, but now I'll just have to kill you!"
The only reason Carl had gotten out of that situation was by apparating. Rabastan had illegally taught him last year.
He had apparated outside of Diagon Alley and found Fred and George Weasley in their shop, where he got directions here to the Order headquarters. He had never had many Slytherin friends. He got along better with people outside of his own house.
He sighed heavily as he stood up and walked over to a very dusty mirror hanging lopsided on the wall. He ran his hand through his shaggy black hair that just barely grazed his shoulders as he stared at himself in the mirror with his icy blue eyes. His body was slim besides the few muscles he had. He was wearing black pants with a studded belt and his black long sleeve shirt. He looked at the two pretty bad cuts on his face and his black eye, all thanks to his father.
He sighed again as he turned around, slipped on his Converse shoes, and picked up his wand from the little table next to the bed. He walked out of the room he had been staying in, down the hall and down the stairs, and made his way to the front door of the old, hidden house. He knew he shouldn't be leaving. The Order had told him that it wasn't safe for him, since Rabastan was out looking for him, undoubtedly wanting him dead for disobeying him. But he couldn't stand being inside this house any longer. He hadn't been outside in the past three days.
He opened the front door and walked out into the cool night air. He would just take a walk and then go back inside, he decided.
He moved his legs over the side of the bed, so he was sitting on the edge, and then put his head in his hands. After everything that had happened a few days ago, he had hardly been able to get any sleep. This was his third night here and he had maybe gotten three hours of sleep total.
As he sat there, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, he let himself think about what had happened.
Three days ago, he was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he wished he still was. He was a first year Slytherin, but didn't look it. He had the body and mind of a much older Slytherin. However, with the way things were going, he wasn't sure when he was ever going to be able to return to Hogwarts.
His father, Rabastan Lestrange, was a powerful Death Eater. Ever since Carl could remember, his father had told him that becoming one himself was his destiny. But towards the end, Carl had become more and more hesitant. His father began talking about possible missions that he would send him on as his first act as a Death Eater. Three days ago, he had gotten an owl from his father telling him just what his first mission would be.
Carl had left the castle in the middle of the night and went to Hogsmeade and scared the living crap out of Madam Rosmerta for information. Figuring it wasn't that bad, he went to the Death Eater headquarters afterward, gave them the information, and then his father gave him the Dark Mark.
Thinking about that, Carl looked down at his arm. He had taken to wearing black long sleeve shirts, seeing as how he hated to look at the ugly thing on his arm.
But then that's where it had gone terribly wrong. He had figured out very shortly afterward that his father had given him that bogus assignment and then turned around and ordered him to go and kill an innocent person. When he refused and tried to run from the Death Eater headquarters, he was ambushed by his father and a few other Death Eaters.
"Crucio!" Rabastan yelled, his wand pointed down at Carl, who was laying on the ground, writhing in pain. "You're useless, Carl! You don't deserve that mark on your arm! I knew I never should have adopted you!" He let off of the curse so he could see Carl's reaction to that.
"What?" Carl asked almost soundlessly, his mouth almost too dry to talk.
"That's right. I adopted you. And you would have been the perfect Death Eater, but now I'll just have to kill you!"
The only reason Carl had gotten out of that situation was by apparating. Rabastan had illegally taught him last year.
He had apparated outside of Diagon Alley and found Fred and George Weasley in their shop, where he got directions here to the Order headquarters. He had never had many Slytherin friends. He got along better with people outside of his own house.
He sighed heavily as he stood up and walked over to a very dusty mirror hanging lopsided on the wall. He ran his hand through his shaggy black hair that just barely grazed his shoulders as he stared at himself in the mirror with his icy blue eyes. His body was slim besides the few muscles he had. He was wearing black pants with a studded belt and his black long sleeve shirt. He looked at the two pretty bad cuts on his face and his black eye, all thanks to his father.
He sighed again as he turned around, slipped on his Converse shoes, and picked up his wand from the little table next to the bed. He walked out of the room he had been staying in, down the hall and down the stairs, and made his way to the front door of the old, hidden house. He knew he shouldn't be leaving. The Order had told him that it wasn't safe for him, since Rabastan was out looking for him, undoubtedly wanting him dead for disobeying him. But he couldn't stand being inside this house any longer. He hadn't been outside in the past three days.
He opened the front door and walked out into the cool night air. He would just take a walk and then go back inside, he decided.
