Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Lovers ❯ December 1st, 1973 ( Chapter 2 )

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December 1st, 1973

 

“I'm sorry, Sylana,” murmured Arcturus apologetically as his wand was outstretched before him.

 

Sylana Carvel, rather, Mattimeo as Theopolis thought of her, was at the other end of Arcturus' wand - thirteen inches, the heartstring of a Chinese Fireball, along with the wood of a silver birch, and a drop of a unicorn's blood, that was also “very perfect for casting curses and such.”

 

“Please, Arcturus - I've done nothing to displease our Lord -”

 

He smiled ruefully, “Which Lord is it you speak of? Our Dark Lord? Or Theopolis?”

 

Sylana flinched. He quoted briefly to her with hard eyes, “`But, if Hell may by logic rules be defined, the place of the damned -I'll tell you my mind.' I am sorry, Sylana.” Then he continued with a whisper with fluid strokes of his wand, “Avada Kedavra.” There was a burst of green light from the tip of his wand, and once Sylana Mattimeo's eyes had widened, her mouth still open in shock, and her breathing immediately stopped, Arcturus continued, “Welcome to the place of the damned, my dear.”

 

Beside him, a man who looked extraordinarily like Theopolis stood, aristocratic head held high, his wand also drawn and pointed at a woman. He had a certain dislike of this woman that his parents had arranged for him to marry, but since he had the heir that he needed, he no longer had any need of her. After Arcturus had finished with Sylana, Hilarion Carvel held a sadistic look on his face and grinned devilishly. There was an evil glint on his eyes that were, unlike his brother's light blue, a dark shade of hazel. The woman who was writhing beneath him was his wife, Stephanie Carvel, nee Anderson, and while he would have given up everything to have let his lover take and unleash his anger out upon her, Stainslav was somewhere in the forest, battling with his brothers.

 

The woman, Stephanie, begged, as if she were the Sylana to Hilarion's Arcturus. “What have I ever done to you?” she breathed, brilliant, dark green eyes round and wide and frightened. Her breathing was very short, rather large and round breasts heaving up and down with her chest as she struggled to breathe properly. “What have I ever done to you?”

 

“You did nothing to me, madam,” Hilarion replied with distaste, “and yet you have done every foul thing to me. I will meet you in Hell, yes that is for sure. Till then I salute you with a significant look that you do not forget me. Avada Kedavra.”

 

As soon as Stephanie had stiffened, eyes still wide with fright, Arcturus cast his wand over them and two dark crimson roses appeared. He used a simple Wingardium Leviosa so that he managed to levitate the flowers into each woman's hand.

 

Hilarion looked at the roses disgustedly before turning to Arcturus; “What is it with you and these damn roses?”

 

Arcturus waved his wand and a nicole rose appeared in his hand. He smiled gently at Hilarion as he handed the other man the rose. “Ask Theo. He knows the meanings of my roses.”

 

Hilarion snorted, scoffed, took the rose, eyed it, and said, “Of course Theo knows the meanings of your roses. Indeed,” he continued, “Stainslav knows the meanings of my carnations as well.” He made a simple gesture with his wand, and handed a striped carnation to Arcturus.

 

The Rosier man laughed and raised his eyebrows at Hilarion, the moonlight paling the aristocratic cheekbones on his very aristocratic face. “A striped carnation,” he said. Hilarion nodded, managing to keep his face straight. “I'm hurt.”

 

He gave another wave of his wand, and this time, a white violet soared from the tip into Hilarion's already outstretched hand. He grinned, “Thank you, but no.”

 

Arcturus gave a rueful smile. “You are so mean.”