The Black Rose Medium

Chapter 2:

Smartass Vs Dark Lord

Voldie:

As I sat down in ~my~ chair I thought about what I was going to do about Roxie Roxanne. Should I use Imperius or Cruciatus? Definitely not Abra Kedabra Avada Kedavra because then she'll be talking to more ghosts than she can count. There was a knock on the door. "Come in..." Lucius Malfoy walked in.

"You might wanna look at this My Lord," he said as he handed me the latest Daily Prophet. I scanned the front page. "What? How could this have happened? I checked to see if the coast was clear... You can go now, Lucius. I want to have a little "chat" with a certain Lestrange."

Lucius exited the room. I looked over at Roxie Roxanne, who was lying on the floor. Nagini had her head sticking in Roxanne's face. "Get out of it Nagini! Enervate."

Roxie: I groaned as I opened my eyes. "What was that fo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I sat bolt up right. So would you if you woke up to see a snake poking its head in your face. I sat up too fast. You know that feeling you get when blood rushes up to your brain too quickly.

"Ouch."

"Read this." Voldie threw The Daily Prophet down on my lap and sat down in ~his~ chair.

KIDNAPPED!

17-year-old Roxanne (It's Roxie! I thought.) Lestrange was taken by You-Know-Who last night. Aurors Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye Moody were interviewed by Rita Skeeter (Uh oh) early this morning. "I was going to at least try and help her but someone (at this point Kingsley stared pointedly at Moody.) wouldn't let me," says Kingsley at the Auror's office in the Ministry of Magic. "There was nothing we would have been able to do. There was about 30 of them and two of us," says Moody. "If there was something we could do, we would've done it."

Continued on page 4.

(Actually the author couldn't think of anything else to write.)

At this point I was standing up.

"Well," I started. "What can I say? Oh yeah, GREAT HELP YOU GUYS WERE!"

"Sit down Roxanne." Voldie gestured to a chair opposite ~his~ chair.

"It's Roxie."

"Whatever just do it."

"What value does a medium have to you?" I asked as I sat down.

"You haven't worked that out yet? Jeez! Bella told me you were bright!"

"Well...?"

"I have killed a lot of people, Roxanne."

"And I fit into that how?"

"Oh. My. God. Think about it, Roxanne-"

"Roxie."

"I don't give a shit. Your mother told me that ghosts have tried to kill you, right? Meaning that ghosts can get angry with people, meaning people that I have killed may be not on speaking terms with me. You're here to give me the heads up."

"And you're going keep me here... how?"

"You're going to accept the Dark Mark like a good girl. OK?"

"No, that's not OK."

"I knew you'd understand... now be a good girl and come here."

"Do you really think I'm that thick? You're off your rocker."

I was so proud of myself. I must have fought him off for about 15 minutes... unarmed. Do I rule or do I rule? That was until I was blasted into a shelf of books. I don't remember anything after that. A wave of coldness woke me up.

"Hey!" Hmmm... an unfamiliar voice. "Are you OK? Get up!" I looked up and saw...

"Harry?" He looked confused. "What are you doing here? Wait a minute... you're a ghost. Did Voldie get to you?"

His face was flooded with sudden realization. "I've heard that my son looks like me."

"James Potter? Wait..." I looked at my arm, which I might add was throbbing rather painfully. When I rolled up my sleeve I saw why.

"He got me. Crap." I looked at James. I kind of forgot to tell you something about ghosts. When someone dies they may be any age up until how old they were when they died. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. James was 17 right now. He was quite the looker at 17.

"I saw what happened between you and him." James looked at me sympathetically. "Do you want me to get rid of that for you?" He pointed at the Dark Mark on my arm.

"Can you do that?"

"Yeah... it might hurt, though."

"Like I give! Just get rid of it!"

He placed a finger in the middle of the skull. I might also add that it burnt pretty badly. HOW DO YOU PUT UP WITH THIS, MUM??? After a few seconds it was gone.

"Thanks," I say gratefully.

"No problem. But one question... how can you see me?"

"I'm a medium... it's this "gift" I've got." I looked around. The room was completely empty apart from James and I.

"Where's Voldie?" I asked.

"He's apparently at Malfoy Manor. He told Lucius that he needs to talk to Narcissa and Draco, so Lucius will be checking on you every hour until he gets back."

I sighed. "I don't belong here."

"I can get you out of here. We'll wait until Lucius comes back and then when he leaves we'll go. He should be here in a few minutes. Sooo... your name? Roxie...?"

"Lestrange."

"Ah... Bellatrix's daughter. You know, you're nothing like her."

"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. How are we gonna get out of here?"

All of a sudden, the door swung open and Lucius stepped in. "Ah. I see you've finally woken up."

"Ah. I see you've finally grown eyes, Uncle Lucius."

"Don't try me, Roxanne..."

"Roxie."

"I. Don't. Care."

"No. You never did care about me..."

He then went on about how Volders was at Malfoy Manor, talking to his wife and son.

"Sounds familiar." Uncle Lucius looks very confused. Yay! My work is done!

"I'll be back every hour until the Dark Lord returns. Oh and by the way..." He held up a book from the shelf. The sharp corner of the thick, hardback cover was stained with blood.

"...he told me to tell you that the back of your head's kind of bleeding." He threw the book at me and left. I put the book inside my robes (ALERT! PLOT DEVICE!). If I was going to get out of here, then I thought that I might as well make it worthwhile and steal something. I felt the back of my head.

STINGING!

"Ow." I looked at James. Or at least... where James used to be. That was when I heard the sound of hooves float through the window. I looked out and down (I was three floors up) to see a large brown stag. A stag called James. Harry had told me all about his dad being an Animagus. I looked (I'm doing a lot of looking aren't I?) around the window and found a drainpipe that went all the way down the house. I climbed out of the window and slid down the pipe, landing next to James.

Voldie:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?" Ranting was an understatement.

"We don't know how it happened, My Lord," said Avery and Lucius together. Lucius stepped forward. "I think I know how she got out. Through the window."

"HOW COULD SHE HAVE GOTTEN OUT THROUGH THE BLOODY WINDOW? SHE WAS THREE FLOORS UP!"

"There is a drainpipe right next to the window. She could've slid down it. There was no other way out. Don't worry, My Lord, we'll find her. I promise."

"I hope so. For your sake. Now get out."

Author:

Don't worry; Voldie'll get over it! And Roxie rode away on James. But I guess you've already figured that one out. Hope you like it so far. Those Death Eaters had her escape plan pretty well worked out didn't they???