All the way III: More of Life

Eileen couldn't concentrate on any of her books, so in the end she put her stuff back in her dormitory and left the common room. She would take a long walk and hopefully, by the time she got back, Julian would be in bed.

She wasn't really sure about him. He seemed really pushy, but that didn't necessarily mean he was a horrible person. Eileen groaned as she left the dungeons; she could feel the part of her nature that was like her mothers coming out in her and she couldn't do anything about it.

Julian might just be truly interested in her. He might just be being nice. He was probably a good person deep down. Very deep down.

Eileen shook her head. What was she thinking?

He was a Slytherin! Of course he wasn't just being nice! He was just trying to get something!

... But what?

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Julian took the letter from the owl impatiently and ripped it open.

Julian,
It's about time you found some one! I'm fed up with you messing around! If you don't have her with in two weeks, you WILL be sorry. I've informed you father of this little revelation and await his reply. (The prison owls are so slow!).
Don't mess this up!

Julian threw the letter from his mother into the fire. His mother may be getting on a bit, but she still scared him; not that he would admit that.

If he did mess this up, he would just have to count himself lucky that his father couldn't get out of the new and improved Azkaban.

A plan was forming already in his mind. He was a true Death Eater. He would not mess this up.

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Sirius was eating a Chocolate Frog when Lily and Savanah came into the Gryffindor common room.

They were talking quietly to each other, then they spotted him and Lily smiled, "I think you need to go look around the castle, kid."

"Why?" Sirius asked.

"Because we just heard that Eileen Snape got back from Spain." Savanah said in a far away voice. Sirius jumped up and ran from the room, and not a moment too soon, for as he left he heard Savanah start again, "My mother took me to Spain once..."

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Eileen was wandering around the school, thinking, when she saw some one round the corner in front of her.

"Hi," She smiled.

"How was the rest of your holiday?" Sirius asked.

"It was brilliant!" Eileen told him enthusiastically, "Lucius and Annie are fine and their house is just the best!"

Sirius laughed and they carried on walking along the corridor. Then he cleared his throat, "Do you know who that boy is yet?"

Eileen nodded, "He's called Julian. He's a sixth year."

"And what does he want?" Sirius asked.

She shrugged, "I'm not sure. But I guess I have to give him the benefit of the doubt, right?"

"I dunno..." Sirius said skeptically, "I mean he's -"

"Yes, Sirius, I know he's a Slytherin!" Eileen snapped.

"I just think you should stay away from him," Sirius advised.

Eileen shrugged, "We'll see..."

She spent some time with Sirius, before heading back to her common room. It was late, and she hoped Julian would be in bed. She was tired and couldn't think up any snarky things to say.

It seemed that any luck she might have had had run out, for as she entered the common room, he was the first thing she noticed. He was leaning against the arm of a chair, smirking.

"Where did you go, baby?"

"None of your business." she mumbled, moving towards the stairs to her dormitory.

"I saw your mum and dad a few minutes ago." He said causally.

Eileen turned to him slowly, "What where they doing?"

He shrugged, "Walking." Giving and irritated sigh, Eileen went to turn her back on him again, "Wait."

She stopped, "What now?"

"I didn't get you anything." Julian said, reaching down into the chair, "So..." He swept out a bunch of ten roses, five red and five white. They were arranged so that they alternated in colour. He took her hand and curled her fingers around the bottom of the silver paper that they were wrapped in, "Happy Christmas, baby."

Eileen couldn't believe it. No one had ever done something so sweet for her before. If it wasn't Julian doing the giving, she might have been fooled into falling for him. But even though she knew he was playing a game some where deep in her mind, the naivety she had inherited from her mother (or so her father said) coupled with her young age made her good sense a bit fuzzy and her stomach all fluttery.

"Thank you," She said slowly, cautiously, "but, what is it that you want, exactly?"

He smirked, "Nothing gets passed you, eh, baby? I just want a chat with you."

Eileen eyed him warily, even though her legs felt like slimy green goo and her heart was pounding like never before, "Why would you want that?"

Julian shrugged, "Because I like you."

"You don't know me." She said.

"But I will if you come and talk to me."

Eileen shook her head, trying not to smile, trying to regain her composure, but the butterflies in her stomach were bouncing off the walls of her insides, flustered and going mad.

"Come on," He pressed his hand to the middle of her back, guiding her over to one of the sofas.

When they were seated, the flowers in Eileen’s lap, she asked, awkwardly, "So... um... what did you want to talk about?"

"You," he said. Eileen looked away, not liking the way he was making her heart flutter. "I want to know about your parents."

She looked up at him frowning, "What? ... Why?"

Carefully, he took one of her hands and placed it on his left forearm, whispering, "Because I know we both think the same things about them."

"What?!" She yelped, jumping up and pulling her hand away, the flowers falling unnoticed to the floor, "What on earth...? You're mad!"

Julian stood up, putting his hands on her shoulders, towering over her, "We both know that that your mothers a Mudblood and your fathers a traitor. We both know that we have to bring justice to them; The Dark Lords justice."

Eileen jerked out of his grip, "You need mental help."

"No," He shook his head, "If you help me to rid the world of the traitor and his filthy wife, I will give you anything. My family has a large house. I know for a fact that the Malfoy family was very loyal to our Master. Your brother and his wife can join us and we can raise our army again."

He said all this so calmly, that Eileen started to tremble. He had switched, just like that, from sweet talking to murder planning. And it was the murder of her mum and dad. Eileen started for the entrance to the common room, to go and find her parents, but his voice stopped her.

"They're not in the castle. They've gone to visit the famous Harry Potter and his blood traitor Weasley wife." He smirked, "I'm going to bed. Good night, baby."

Eileen stood frozen, as he went to his dormitory. She had never felt so young before. She had never felt so out of her depth before. She had never felt so terribly scared before.

After collecting her thoughts, she left the common room. She started up to the Gryffindor tower to find Sirius, before remembering she didn't know the password, so she went to his parents rooms, but it seemed they had also gone to Harrys house. She didn't know who to go to or what to do. She went to the Head Mistresses office, but she didn't know that password either.

Taking deep breaths to keep herself calm, she decided to go to bed, wake up early and go and tell her parents in the morning. Anyway, Julian couldn't do anything until he saw her parents the next day and she could get into their rooms, where as he couldn't.

Eileen went to bed, but couldn't sleep.

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"Did you meet any one nice in Spain?" Ginny asked Hermione as they washed up the muggle way in the kitchen. Ginny insisted Hermione wash, because she had just had her nails done. All the others were drinking in the living room of Harry and Ginny’s house. It wasn't as large as Lucius', but it was big.

"No!" Hermione laughed as she passed Ginny a clean plate to dry, "I'm married, Ginny!"

"So...?" The red head shrugged, "Doesn't mean you can't look."

"Gin, I don't need to look." Hermione smirked, "I have everything I could ever want."

"I know what you mean," Ginny said slowly, "But... I get really irritated with the fan mail Harry keeps getting. Some of the pictures of women, and some men, are less then decent. Harry doesn't look at them, of course. He throws them away as soon as they come, but, you know... it just gets to me. And the Ministry keeps pestering Harry to work with them."

"Don't worry, Gin." Hermione said comfortingly, "You'll be fine. Harry loves you and he wouldn't do anything you didn't want. He doesn't like the fan mail either; he told me."

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"Did you have a good holiday?" Remus asked.

Severus scowled, "No."

Remus nodded, "I know what you mean. When me and 'Dora went to some exotic island, I thought I was on a different planet. I wondered if they even knew what clothes were for!"

"Well at least your wife could change into an ugly old hag." Severus smirked.

"Don't," Remus shook his head sadly, "I hate it when she changes. She doesn't seem to be able to be herself. When ever we talk about the looks she was born with, she just shrugs and says 'it was only default' like she's some muggle machine or something."

"I would have thought most men would have been happy with a wife that could look like whatever he wanted." Severus said mildly.

Remus rubbed his hands over his face, "We argue over that a lot. She seems to think that her normal appearance would lower my opinion of her. Yes, we argue about it, but in the end I just let her have her pink hair."

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There was a sound like a cheer from the cell opposite. The blonde looked up through his bars and to the older man across the hall.

"What?" he asked.

"I received a letter from my wife!" the man gave a crooked smiled, "My son Julian has found a wife to carry on our Death Eater blood line.”

The blonde frowned, "But I though your son was still in school."

"He is," the other man said, "But my wife and I are getting fed up with him larking around and not paying a proper tribute to our Master."

The blonde felt sick, but his curiosity was caught, so he asked sarcastically, "Who's the lucky girl?"

"Eileen Snape."

The blonde froze.