Note: I wrote this with the intention of writing something disturbing. Please
take that as an appropriate warning.
None of this belongs to me.
are technically dead, you know.” The voice floated down to him and Benjy felt himself propelled upward, as though he had been
swimming in a deep lake and had suddenly kicked off from the bottom.
felt as though he had suddenly awoken from a deep sleep. He tried opening his
eyes only to discover they were already open and that everything was mostly in
focus. Odd. Of course, the voice that had woken him up
should have tipped him off right away that something wasn’t quite right. He
tried in vain to remember what he had been doing before he blacked out, but his
memory didn’t seem to want to be cooperative.
tried to look around for the speaker, but discovered that neither his neck nor
his eyes seemed to be capable of moving. It wasn’t that they seemed to be
paralysed, though it wasn’t as though he was an expert on that sort of thing.
It’s just that they didn’t move, nor did it seem like they should move. Sort of
like how some people could wiggle their ears. Some people did it, some people
didn’t and those that didn’t couldn’t see how ears could move. He wished the speaker
would move into his line of vision. As of right now, all
he could see was a ceiling with wooden beams across it that was seemed to be
lit dimly by light coming in from a window that would be from his left and some
flickering orange light that probably came from a fireplace, though he didn’t
feel any warmth.
wonder if you remember anything.” The voice continued. “We tried to bring you
in relatively undamaged. Out of the kindness of our hearts, you see,” the
Speaker added as a sarcastic afterthought. “It really is too bad that you can’t
talk. We would like to know exactly what is happening. This is the first time
we’ve tried this sort of thing, and we would like to be scientific about it,
Benjy, upon hearing this, tried to open his mouth and
protest but found that he couldn’t. He thought about lifting his arm to see if
he was gagged, and then found it odd that he couldn’t tell where his arm was,
nor could he feel whether or not if there was a gag in his mouth.
couldn’t feel anything, come to think of it. He wasn’t numb, exactly. When your
arm was asleep, you still knew where it was. His hands could be rubbing the top
of his head and patting his stomach as far as he knew.
occurred to him that this should be something to be worried about. But his emotions seemed as far away as his
hands did. The only emotion he really felt at the moment was a mild curiosity,
as though he were remembering a friend from long ago and wondering what he was
up to these days.
far as I know, Benjy,”
the voice sneered. “You could very well be very dead and I could be wasting my
breath talking to a corpse. It is only my trust in the Dark
Lord’s abilities that I know you are awake and listening. Still, it
would be nice to have some confirmation.”
Benjy panicked at this. At least, he thought he did. It was
rather like being separated from the panic by a glass wall. He knew the panic
was there, he just wasn’t being affected by it at the moment. At least he could
say with relative certainty that he hadn’t let his emotions take over. Mad Eye
would be proud. Still, it wasn’t exactly comforting to hear someone call him a
corpse, and know that they could very well make him a corpse.
I should tell you what is happening. No doubt you are curious. I think I will.
You are after all, already dead. Should your group figure out what is going on
and try to rescue you, it is too late, after all. You cannot tell them
anything, and the Apparation Wards are closed to all
but me. And yourself, of course. I had to have a way
of bringing you in here.”
voice was very confident. Benjy had the idea
somewhere that this may be good news. During the summers growing up, he had
watched those James Bond movies, where the villain had always explained exactly
what he was going to do, and why he was going to do it, and exactly how he
would do it, thus insuring Bond would be able to escape. Of course, Mr. Bond
usually knew where his limbs were and didn’t have a voice waking him up by
telling him he was technically dead.
Benjy realised that he couldn’t blink. He couldn’t remember
having done so since waking him up.
will assume that you do not remember what happened. One of the Lestranges, may have been Rudolphus,
began behaving rather stupidly and began shooting Stunners in every which way
should one of you lot had been lurking about under an Invisibility Cloak. It
was just luck that you were hit and not one of us.
were Stunned, the cloak slid off in the process. And we killed you.”
It was said very simply and Benjy idly wondered if anyone else had ever heard that said
was very clean. You needn’t worry about that.
A variation of the Impedimenta
curse. Of course Impedimenta doesn’t kill,” he added, as though he were reading Benjy’s thoughts. “But we modified it so that it went right
at your heart, which, of course, stopped moving.”
should be honoured, Mr. Fenwick. You may have heard that the Dark Lord cannot
be killed. He used one of the spells we cast on you. A combination of the
charms they put on Time Turners and Impedimenta
and even a binding spell. To bind the soul to the body, I suppose. The other
two work together to stop the body’s moment of
death. But the Dark Lord used many other
spells, and we wanted to know if this spell was reliant on other spells. If you
can hear me, obviously this spell worked. And since your body shows no signs of
rigor mortis, I can assume it does
just like that Benjy’s emotions rushed into him. He
tried to find himself, so that he could bolt upwards and see whoever was taking
such a sadistic pleasure in telling him all this or so that he could Apparate somewhere. The Death Eater did say that the Apparation Wards would have let him through. He tried to
find his legs so that he could run towards the window that was probably on his
left. He was sure adrenaline was pumping through his veins.
least he hoped there was.
sound of someone faintly wheezing came from very close by, and Benjy was absurdly relieved to realise that it had come
Death Eater was delighted by this. “Bravo, Mr. Fenwick! You are there! I do wonder how you managed
to do that? I suppose you still had some air in your
lungs. Thank you, Mr. Fenwick. I will be sure to make a note of that. You have
done a great thing today, Benjy. You may have helped
to eradicate death. We will be sure to notify all the healing journals as soon
as is convenient.”
were some bumping noises off to Benjy’s right, and he
thought for the first time that there was probably at least one other Death
Eater around besides the Speaker.
Death Eater also heard it. “Don’t worry, Mr. Fenwick. Just a
precaution. Only one of my associates. Either Crabbe or Goyle. . . Just one of the members of our... ‘Brute
squad.’ It does not matter that I’m telling you. I’m sure you already
know, and even if you did not, you cannot tell anyone.” The voice became, if
possible, more mocking. “You do understand that it would put a strain on our
relationship should I tell you who I am. We’ve developed such an easy
repertoire in the short time we’ve known each other. I feel perfectly
comfortable speaking as your friend over your dead body. Though it does occur to me
that we had better finish up. We can’t leave you in this state for all
eternity. Would become dreadfully boring, I imagine.”
Benjy heard some more shuffling, though it came from closer
by this time, and Benjy assumed it was from the
Speaker. “You cannot see this, of course, and I imagine it is better for you
that you don’t. You see? Another kindness on our part! Regardless, I must tell
you that your body does show significant signs of spell experimentation. Don’t worry, I imagine Miss Vance would recognise you. I will be
sure to give her your regards when I
Emmeline’s profile floated around in his mind. If Benjy had been in control of himself, he would have
vomited. It struck him quite suddenly. He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t sure why he
was so certain of this, but he wanted scream. He wanted to…He didn’t know what
he was supposed to do. He couldn’t move. He may very well be dead. If he
wasn’t, it didn’t matter as he would be very soon. But he wanted to see her
again. They had all been prepped on this. If the people they loved knew they
were in the order, they had better know that they loved them. If their loved
ones didn’t know, well, make sure they did anyway. But just
one more time. He wanted someone to break in, to save him. He wanted her
to be there, just so he could see her one last time. Maybe he could tell her--
see, Mr. Fenwick,” the voice continued, though he wished it would bloody well
shut up. He didn’t recognise the voice, so it could be one of the newer
recruits, though the Speaker sounded too self -assured. Though who wouldn’t be,
in this situation? “We have to make an example of you. The Dark Lord loves
making examples. And you’ve been making a right pest of yourself. I’m sure this
thrills you, that you actually caused problems for us. But in the end, I’m sure
you’re realising, it just makes things that much more difficult for yourself.
in order for us to make an example of you, we have to let people find the--your
body. But on the other hand, we can’t let people find out what sort of spells
we did. Don’t worry, Mr. Fenwick, I imagine your soul will leave after I
perform this spell. We can’t have you hanging about as a ghost, after all. And we’ll put the pieces right where people
will find them. Don’t worry about anyone forgetting you, Mr. Fenwick.”
voice paused for a moment, and Benjy heard him back
up a few steps. Then he heard the Speaker one last time.
A/N: Many, many thanks to Beth, my
beta-reader, especially for pointing out a gaping plot hole. You may find it strange
that a three page fic can have a gaping plot hole,
but thus is the extent of my talent. If there are other plot holes or other
errors, it is because of me, and not a reflection on Beth’s most excellent beta-ing skills.
Also, many thanks to MissDaisy,
Genesse, Spasmodic Dust Bunny, and Kit the Brave for
their support and confirming that I was, indeed, disturbed.