They call me a criminal

Chapter 46

"What are you two doing?" Sirius asked sitting next to me. I pushed myself off of Remus, "just talking." He nodded, "the meeting is about to start."

They both stood up, and I followed. "You don't have to talk about everything today, just what you're comfortable with." I nodded, "I'll tell you guys everything, if it will help." Sirius smiled, "thank you."

I walked into the kitchen seeing Snape, Tonks, Madeye, a man named Kingsley Molly and Arthur. Molly rushed over her arms wide open. "I'm so sorry dear." I hugged her back enjoying the motherly feeling. "Let's get started." Mad eye growled.

I sat down at the head of the table feeling a certain hatred towards mad eye. "Our first meeting. Once again." Tonks whispered. Sirius nodded, "we need to be extra cautious this time. We all have families depending on this." Remus smiled at me. Tonks agreed, "we need to know what we're working with, who's on our side here." I coughed, "speaking on that, are we sure he's on our side." I nodded towards Snape.

He sat up straighter, and mad eye hit his hand off the table, "enough." I shook my head, "stay out of this. You stood there with death eaters. You let them kill my mum. What reason do any of you have to believe him?" Remus shook his head, "there was more to it then that." I shrugged, "explain then, I want to hear it all from Snape. Otherwise I'm not going through the horrors of that night again for any one of you."

"Dumbledore asked me, to be what you would call double sided. Those death eaters wanted you dead, I convinced them not to do that." I bit my lip, "so have me watch my mum die, send me to Azkaban was the alternate plan?" Snape sighed, "it wasn't supposed to go like that." I nodded, "you had one hell of an execution then."

Tonks shook her head, "we're sorry, more than you could know." I raised my eyebrow, "I'm sure you all are." Mad Eye grunted, "you got the truth, now we need to know what we're up against."

"Tell us about what happened at the World Cup?" Sirius asked. I nodded, "I remember running, and then Crouch Jr, stood in front of me. I recognized his eyes almost immediately, he grabbed my wrists, feeling them and then he hit me with some sort of curse. I threw up everywhere, and there was blood all over my face. He said something about seeing me soon. Then I saw Lucius, I asked if he was going to kill me, and he said no, but someone will. You have other purposes first."

"I'm assuming those purposes had something to do with my wrists." I held one arm up, the marks were still dark red, deep and ugly.

"Do you know why they were taking your blood?" Kingsley asked. I bit my lip, "I don't know how to explain this." Madeye grunted, "then don't. We're going to use this." I watched as he nodded towards a pensive. "Get over here." I hesitantly walked towards him, and flinched as his wand was pressed against my head.

Sirius stood up, grabbing my hand, and I closed my eyes as Madeye took the memory putting it directly in the water.

As soon as I felt the release I sat down staring at the bowl in the middle of the table. "So you're all going to watch it?" Madeye nodded, "what's the problem?"
I glared at him, "nothing, a personal favourite memory from that night is Mad Eye taking me to that horrid place." He stopped talking and Remus shook his head.

Everyone dipped their head in and I took a deep breath preparing myself. I saw myself walking back to the castle with Cedric, we were both smiling and talking. He gave me a hug goodbye and that's where I saw Madeye waiting for me, he grabbed my wrist firmly and then that's when everything went black.

The next thing I saw was me sitting up confused in the graveyard sitting in a pool of my own blood. Peter pulled out his knife slitting my wrists once more. He walked away and I saw myself screaming, bleeding out and rocking back and forth. This continued until Harry and Cedric arrived. I pleaded and begged Peter to kill me, instead of Cedric. I heard my cry as he collapsed and when I looked back up my father stood in front of me ready to kill me, until Voldemort stopped him. I then remembered the ice cold feeling of Voldemort's hands on my hand twirling the wand forcing me to kill my own father, or Harry.

As the memory faded I looked down at my own hands, at that moment it felt like no amount of washing would ever clear my hands of that murderous feeling.