brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-15 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: sally-anne perks, game: euphoria lane |
General Fic: The End (Sally-Anne Perks)
Title: The End.
Characters: Sally-Anne and Jonathan Perks
Setting: Post-Apocalyptic EL-verse, the Perks house in Shrewsbury. Whenever the previously-locked-up Death Eaters were freed from Azkaban.
Word Count: 765
Summary: The siblings reunite for the first time after Jonathan was sent to Azkaban. It's not a happy reunion.
Rating: PG-13. It's not really violent .. at all.
Author's Note: DAMN YOU ALL I DIDN'T WANT TO WRITE AN APOCALYPSE FIC. ;.;
As soon as Sally heard the news, she dropped the paperwork she'd had in her hands, right in the middle of the Lane, and apparated to Shrewsbury. To home. Her parents. Hopefully the others would be doing the same. At the house, she raced up the steps and threw the door open. "Mum! Dad!" she called out, clinging to the doorknob in fear. She'd been in muggle London all day, wrapped up in the archives of one of the magazines she worked for. She had only heard when she'd been returning home. What if she was too late? A crash from the family room startled her and the door jumped back and hit the wall. It took her a moment to realize that she'd done that. Drawing in a deep breath at the same time as she drew her wand, she crept towards the closed door to the family room. "Mum? Dad?" she ventured, softer this time, her voice shaking. "Lizzie? Nick?" She licked her lips, her free hand hovering over the door handle. "Arthur? Mike?" Hand shaking, she gripped the door handle and turned it, slowly inching the door open, keeping her wand out in front of her. The sight that greeted her when she got the door open took her breath away, and she leaned heavily against the doorframe for support. "Jon," she breathed, green eyes widening at the sight of her brother. He looked so different. Haggard, thin, haunted. This couldn't be her brother, not Jon, not the one who used to race her down Diagon Alley while Arthur and Mike were shopping with their mum for school supplies, not the one who visited her when she was sick and brought her countless Quidditch magazines. Jonathan Perks kept his eyes on his sister, never wavering, standing very calmly as though they were merely meeting for lunch, as though he hadn't just been freed from Azkaban. Then Sally noticed the wand in his hand. It wasn't his wand ... it was Arthur's. Sally's eyes widened and she whimpered. "Jon, no." Her eyes flicked between her brother's eyes and the wand in his hand. Arthur would never have given Jon his wand. Before Jon had even started school, he'd wanted to play with Arthur's wand and Arthur always told him no. The only way he could have it now ... A cry escaped Sally's lips and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her knees were shaking and she felt like they couldn't support her weight anymore. She collapsed to the floor. "Why, Jon?" she begged, wrenching her eyes open and forcing herself to look up at her brother. "You betrayed me," Jon finally said, his voice harsh, not at all like she remembered. "All of you did. You didn't even try to defend me, you let them ship me off to bloody fucking Azkaban. I would have expected that of Arthur and Michael, but not you, Sally." Though his face and demeanor remained calm, he waved the hand holding Arthur's wand and the cabinet against the far wall exploded, sending glass and wood chips across the room. Sally brought her arms up to protect her face. "Jon, you killed people." Sally brought her arms down, looking back up at her brother, ignoring the pain from the cuts from the glass chips. "You killed innocent people!" "They were worthless. Muggles and mudbloods, diluting magical blood. They are of no importance." Sally was shocked at how calmly her brother was able to speak this way. Had he always believed that? How could she have not known this about her brother? "You're no better," he added, and Sally's eyes widened again, staring straight into her brother's cold, dead, hard eyes. "Befriending mudbloods. Working in the muggle world. You're a disgrace to wizarding kind, Sally." Gripping her wand in one hand and the doorframe in the other, Sally climbed to her feet. "Jon, how can you say that? How can you believe that rubbish?" She held her wand out in front of her, pointed at Jon. "It's the truth." Jon pointed his wand at his sister, his eyes and face betraying nothing. They both spoke at the same time, jets of light shooting out of their wands at each other. But Sally had never been very skilled at duelling. She didn't even see her hex glance off her brother's shoulder before she collapsed to the floor, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. She had been his favourite sibling. It had been the least he could do for her, making it quick. She had been luckier than the others. |