Persephone Descending~Chapter II
Title: Persephone Descending~Chapter II-La Luce Langue
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG, at the moment
Warnings: Darkness, angst, past incest
Summary: After Sirius's death, Tonks finds herself suddenly without anyone who truly understands her and hatches a plot to fix that.
Notes: No, you aren't hallucinating, after forever, chapter II really is up. Sequel to The Lure Of The Forbidden; Title from Verdi's Macbeth, cut text from a translation of the aria.
Dust billowed from the wall as Mundungus Fletcher hit it with more force than he had expected, making him cough. “What do you mean, you didn’t sell the silver?” Tonks said, voice eerily cool, just enough to take the man by surprise.
“Harry...he caught me.” Mundungus said, trying not to squirm or sweat. he had always teased Tonks about how such a klutzy woman could be of any use as an Auror, but now he had to wonder if her real strength was in interrogation. “He said it was his...”
Tonks growled in anger, and then wondered, vaguely, what she was upset about. Yes, Harry was right, Sirius had left everything to him, the house, the grounds, the tapestry--and yes, the silver. He had ever right to see it as stealing.
Vaguely she heard her voice ask: “You didn’t tell him I told you to do it, did you?”
She barely heard the answer, as she tried to puzzle it out in her mind. Her nails tightened slightly in Mundungus throat. That was Black silver, not Potter, certainly blood, even half the blood, meant more then none, certainly she had more claim to it than Harry.
She let Mundungus go, and headed back into the Ministry. She knew what she was planning was wrong, somewhere, but the result would be worth it. The rules of war allowed for dark magic to be used, she even had a license stating her position as Auror that allowed her to use magic as she saw fit.
Then why did the necromancy seem so wrong? Why was it that she couldn’t bring herself to forgo on food for a week to buy the candles she needed? It was confusing, and she put her feet up on her desk to consider it.
Maybe because it just wasn’t appropriate. After all, there was a sweet kid of poetic justice to the idea of using the ancestral Black silver Sirius had hated so much to fund her--the half-blood daughter of a Black--attempting to bring him back.
The old order dying to bring in the new. That was why. because she was a Black, and she was a new generation of Black, one that worried less about purity and more...more about each other.
Tojours Pur had gone away, and it was her responsibility, maybe even duty, to use the relics of that time to fix what her aunt, a relic herself of that time had done; if a little dark magic had to be used to bring about that rebirth, who was she to call it wrong? Who was anyone to call it wrong?
At least--that’s what she told herself.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG, at the moment
Warnings: Darkness, angst, past incest
Summary: After Sirius's death, Tonks finds herself suddenly without anyone who truly understands her and hatches a plot to fix that.
Notes: No, you aren't hallucinating, after forever, chapter II really is up. Sequel to The Lure Of The Forbidden; Title from Verdi's Macbeth, cut text from a translation of the aria.
Dust billowed from the wall as Mundungus Fletcher hit it with more force than he had expected, making him cough. “What do you mean, you didn’t sell the silver?” Tonks said, voice eerily cool, just enough to take the man by surprise.
“Harry...he caught me.” Mundungus said, trying not to squirm or sweat. he had always teased Tonks about how such a klutzy woman could be of any use as an Auror, but now he had to wonder if her real strength was in interrogation. “He said it was his...”
Tonks growled in anger, and then wondered, vaguely, what she was upset about. Yes, Harry was right, Sirius had left everything to him, the house, the grounds, the tapestry--and yes, the silver. He had ever right to see it as stealing.
Vaguely she heard her voice ask: “You didn’t tell him I told you to do it, did you?”
She barely heard the answer, as she tried to puzzle it out in her mind. Her nails tightened slightly in Mundungus throat. That was Black silver, not Potter, certainly blood, even half the blood, meant more then none, certainly she had more claim to it than Harry.
She let Mundungus go, and headed back into the Ministry. She knew what she was planning was wrong, somewhere, but the result would be worth it. The rules of war allowed for dark magic to be used, she even had a license stating her position as Auror that allowed her to use magic as she saw fit.
Then why did the necromancy seem so wrong? Why was it that she couldn’t bring herself to forgo on food for a week to buy the candles she needed? It was confusing, and she put her feet up on her desk to consider it.
Maybe because it just wasn’t appropriate. After all, there was a sweet kid of poetic justice to the idea of using the ancestral Black silver Sirius had hated so much to fund her--the half-blood daughter of a Black--attempting to bring him back.
The old order dying to bring in the new. That was why. because she was a Black, and she was a new generation of Black, one that worried less about purity and more...more about each other.
Tojours Pur had gone away, and it was her responsibility, maybe even duty, to use the relics of that time to fix what her aunt, a relic herself of that time had done; if a little dark magic had to be used to bring about that rebirth, who was she to call it wrong? Who was anyone to call it wrong?
At least--that’s what she told herself.