Betrayal At Its Best

Lyssa watched apathetically as all of the aforementioned evnts occurred. Once she was the only person left in the room, she walked out and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.

Lizzie was pushed into the cellar and she stumbled on her feet as she was pushed into sudden darkness. "What the heck?" She swore aloud. "Lizzie?" Came a startled voice that Lizzie recognised. "Hiya Cass," Lizzie said bleakly, blinking and trying to adjust her eyes. She scowled and sat down next to her sister. "I hate you best freind you know that."

Lyssa fell back on her bed, tired. Acting took a lot out of her usually.

"What did she do this time?" Cassie asked with a sigh looking at her sister and wondering how on earth she had gotten mixed up with this mess. "I'll give youthree gueses, and the first two don't count." Cassie sighed. "She brought you here didn't she?" "Ding ding ding you won." Lizzie said sarcasticly. Cassie sighed again.

A few days passed and Lizzie and Cassie were pulled out of the cellar, both in rather sour moods. Which is always lovely, as one pissed off Evans is bad enough, two is even worse. Expecially when they reside in your head.

Lyssa was reading a book when one of the Deah Eaters that hung around the Manor came to her room, telling her that Voldemort wanted to talk to her. She closed her book and got off of her bed, walking to the drawing room. Upon walking inside she noticed that both Evans were there. Lyssa was slightly confused. "What's going on?" she asked.

Cassie tried and failed to kick the Death Eater dragged her to the room, it in fact only succeded in the Death Eater's grip tightening on her arm making it harder for the blood to circulate through. Cassie did not have a good feeling about what was going to happen and wished Lizzie wasn't there. She was a Muggle she didn't need to be caught up in this mess. She scowled darkly at Lyssa as the girl entered the room.

Voldemort explained what he wanted Lyssa to do after she asked, though he looked displeased with the tone in which she asked him. After he was done, Lyssa just stared at him wide-eyed. She had never...killed anyone before. She wasn't even sure she could. Hurting people was one thing, but completely ending all existance they had was a completely different one.

Cassie's eyes widened. "Don't. You. Dare." She snarled trying to get out of the grasp of the Death Eater holding onto her arm. Cassie swore and loudly, she didn't want anything to happen to her sister. She shoudnt even be here. She wasn't a part of this war. Cassie scowled feircly.

Lyssa was still and quiet for a long moment. "I can't," she finally said. Voldemort frowned at her. "You will, or I will consider it a betrayal. And you do know what happens to traitors, don't you?" Lyssa nodded. She knew all right. She looked at the floor for a moment, thinking. The Gryffindor side of her that still hung around, though just barely was telling her not to do it, though if she didn't then she would die and Lizzie would probably follow after anyway, but then it wouldn't be on her conscience. But if she did do it, then she wouldn't die. Although, she'd probably feel horrible later.

Cassie hissed at Voldemort, feeling more loathing for him then she had before. She could semi stand when things happened to her but when one brought in people she loved that was when she got annoyed. Annoyed being a very big understatement.

Lyssa bit her bottom lip as she thought over her options. Tucking a bit of bang behind her ear, she looked at Voldemort. "Fine," she said a nod, nearly regretting it as she did so. "I'll do it. But only this once."

And about five seconds later a green light flashed across the room and Lizzie's body went limp. The Death Eater that was holding her let go and her body dropped to the floor with a thud. Cassie screamed and shouted, a string of words the nicest of which isn't even appropiate to say. Tears ran down her face as she shouted, looking at her sisters limp form.

"There," Lyssa said, keeping the shake from her voice. Then she walked out of the room, going back to her's. Once there with her door firmly shut and magically locked, she immediately sank down to her knees. She had just...she couldn't believe she had...Her though and feelings were a jumbled mess.

Someone flicked their wand to silence Cassie's screamings, her silent shouted subsided and she started to cry, if not for the death Eater holding her she would have sunk to the ground. Her chest hurt and felt slightly empty. She could hear voices talking but couldn't make heed of what was being said. Not long after she was carted back to the cellar where she lay, curled up in a ball trying to block out the pain.

After a little while, Lyssa got a handle on herself, wondering why she had been so distraught before. Perhaps, because it was the first time she'd used that spell? She was sure that was it. Standing up, she decided that she may as well tell Lizzie's parents what had happened. Knowing they wouldn't recognize her handwriting, as she'd never written anything to them before, she started her letter. Once it was finished she got Persephone and sent it off.

Sam was sitting at the table when she saw an owl pecking at the window, she frowned. Wondering who it was. It wasn't Cassie because she had heard from Lyssa that Voldemort had her. Voldemort now apparently had both of her daughters and that was where she supposed Lyssa had appareated her eldest daughter Lizzie. She sighed getting up and going over to the owl, and taking the letter off. The owl flew off once the letter was safetly in her hand so Sam supposed that the person wasn't expecting a responce.

She broke the seal on the letter, not recognizing the emblem on it. Then slowly, she unfolded the page, wondering what it contained, but fearing it at the same time. Her eyes went over the page, and as they did so got wider and wider. It did not take her long to read the letter, but it did take her a few moments to completely take in what it said. Sam leaned on the kitchen counter, as the impact of it fell upon her. She was too shocked at the moment to cry, however, stunned by the name at the bottom of the page.

She had trusted Cassie's trust in her, and when she had come over when the girls were younger she had seemed like a fine girl. Happy to get away from the picture that Malfoys usaully repersented. Though she found herself more distraught then angry right then, the anger would come later. Her body started to shake as it sunk in furthur. Her daughter was dead and nothing would be able to bring her back.

Sam's hand dropped the letter, and moved to cover her mouth, a display of her emotions, as the belated tears sprang into her eyes finally. She sobbed once, just as her husband came in the room, returning from work. Noticing Sam's distress, he went over to her, and without even asking what was wrong, embraced her. Only then did he ask, "What's wrong?"

Sam felt comfortated by the embrace and leaned furthur into him. She shook and tears started to run down her face again. She heard her husband act her what was wrong again but she was too distressed to answer. Noticing the letter on the ground he leaned down to pick it up and read it. His hug tightening around Sam once he was done, he didn't cry but there was pain in his face.

A few months had passed since that day, and Lyssa had gone back to normal -or rather as normal as she could be, since she'd switched to evil-mode.

Cassie was fairly weak by then, it had been months. She'd barely been fed and living in a cellar isn't the best place to live for obvious reasons. She didn't like the feeling that she was weak as well, it wasn't plesent. She was still partly grieving her sisters death, she didn't understand why she'd just been brought there and killed. But it was Voldemort, she supposed he ddn't need a reason.

Whilst Lyssa was in her room reading one day, she heard a ruckus downstairs. Going to investigate she came across Harry and Co. They ended up getting chucked in the cellar, as the adults couldn't decide if it was really him or not.

Cassie was completly and utterly started to see Harry and a bunch of other people she knew appear in the cellar. Sometime later and after a bunch of stuff that doens't need mentioning everyone was in the drawing room.

A while later, Lyssa heard another ruckus downstairs. Was there no peace in this house? she wondered as she walked down the stairs to the drawing room. She looked around confused at the scene before her.