Didn't see that coming.
Sep. 13th, 2009 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionI never posted this back when I wrote it. It was for a now-closed HP game, the same one I wrote the Cade/Angie story for. This one involves Blaise Zabini and something he truly enjoyed setting into motion.
"Tell me everything, and don't leave a word of it out." Blaise sat back in his chair, a glass of red wine in one hand and Portia sitting comfortably on his shoulder.
"Of course," his contact replied, his own wine untouched as yet. "As you requested, I contacted Ms. Selwyn-"
Blaise interrupted. "Rhianna Selwyn, correct?"
"Yes, of course. The brunette one living at home with the Selwyns, not the one married to George Weasley. I used the name of a former acquaintance of hers from Ravenclaw, and asked to see her. She requested to meet in private, as she did not want her parents to know of her doings. As that suited our plans, I agreed. No one knew we were to meet. When I had her alone, we shared a glass of wine. Her glass had been rimmed in the poison you provided. It worked quickly and quietly, and her body looks completely untouched. It will be obvious she was poisoned only because of the note I left."
Blaise nodded. "Tell me exactly what the note said, and I hope for your sake you didn't get a word of it wrong."
The man produced a piece of paper, and offered it to Blaise. "I took the liberty of copying it, should you wish to see it."
Blaise took it, his eyes narrowed. "Did you make any other copies?"
"No, sir."
"Good." He paused to read the note.
My friends, my family, my loved ones,
I am so sorry.
I've lied to you all, repeatedly. I thought I was being a help to everyone, that I could do something to help the Ministry. But as time went on, I realized I could no longer continue to be a puppet. I could not keep condemning people to lives they would never choose to live on their own. I could not send innocent people to what could be their deaths. What I saw were one of many possible futures. I chose what would benefit the program, the Ministry. I cannot continue, and I fear this is the only way out.
There are people involved in this, people I cannot name. I hope that at least in my death, something can be done to right the wrongs I've done, and that in time, these people will be found out.
I'm sorry.
--Rhianna Selwyn, Seer Nesta.
Blaise looked up. "And the handwriting?"
"Looks like hers. However, in her hand is the ring you managed to procure, the one belonging to the Order. It will be quite easy to assume a member of the Order assisted in her death. All signs pointed to an assisted suicide, and there would be no way for the ring to be there, were a member of the Order not with her then."
Blaise smiled. "Excellent. Seer Nesta is dead, her identity will be revealed when her body is found, and the Order of the Phoenix will be implicated. And there will also be doubt placed on the Ministry as well and no future marriages. You've done quite a thorough job. Let us drink to our success." He gestured to the wine.
The man across from him hesitated. "Sir, perhaps I should decline."
Blaise scoffed. "Fool. You think now you've poised the Seer, that there will be recompense? Will you see poison in everything you consume? Would you prefer to switch glasses then?" Blaise had already sipped from his, showing it was perfectly safe.
His contact, no fool but unwilling to show fear, agreed to the switch. "Apologies, sir, but I cannot be too safe."
"Of courser." Blaise switched glasses, and too a hearty sip. Feeling secure, his contact drank from the glass Blaise had previously had.
In only ten minutes, Blaise was standing and calling for a house elf. "Take this body and dispose of it. You will speak of it to no one and in no way let it be known that this occurred." He strode from the room, pleased he'd had the forethought to not only ask Draco for an antidote to the poison, but to poison both glasses. Now he was the only one who knew what really happened to Nesta, and he intended to keep it that way. All he had to do was destroy the copy of the note, and no one would be the wiser.
"Tell me everything, and don't leave a word of it out." Blaise sat back in his chair, a glass of red wine in one hand and Portia sitting comfortably on his shoulder.
"Of course," his contact replied, his own wine untouched as yet. "As you requested, I contacted Ms. Selwyn-"
Blaise interrupted. "Rhianna Selwyn, correct?"
"Yes, of course. The brunette one living at home with the Selwyns, not the one married to George Weasley. I used the name of a former acquaintance of hers from Ravenclaw, and asked to see her. She requested to meet in private, as she did not want her parents to know of her doings. As that suited our plans, I agreed. No one knew we were to meet. When I had her alone, we shared a glass of wine. Her glass had been rimmed in the poison you provided. It worked quickly and quietly, and her body looks completely untouched. It will be obvious she was poisoned only because of the note I left."
Blaise nodded. "Tell me exactly what the note said, and I hope for your sake you didn't get a word of it wrong."
The man produced a piece of paper, and offered it to Blaise. "I took the liberty of copying it, should you wish to see it."
Blaise took it, his eyes narrowed. "Did you make any other copies?"
"No, sir."
"Good." He paused to read the note.
My friends, my family, my loved ones,
I am so sorry.
I've lied to you all, repeatedly. I thought I was being a help to everyone, that I could do something to help the Ministry. But as time went on, I realized I could no longer continue to be a puppet. I could not keep condemning people to lives they would never choose to live on their own. I could not send innocent people to what could be their deaths. What I saw were one of many possible futures. I chose what would benefit the program, the Ministry. I cannot continue, and I fear this is the only way out.
There are people involved in this, people I cannot name. I hope that at least in my death, something can be done to right the wrongs I've done, and that in time, these people will be found out.
I'm sorry.
--Rhianna Selwyn, Seer Nesta.
Blaise looked up. "And the handwriting?"
"Looks like hers. However, in her hand is the ring you managed to procure, the one belonging to the Order. It will be quite easy to assume a member of the Order assisted in her death. All signs pointed to an assisted suicide, and there would be no way for the ring to be there, were a member of the Order not with her then."
Blaise smiled. "Excellent. Seer Nesta is dead, her identity will be revealed when her body is found, and the Order of the Phoenix will be implicated. And there will also be doubt placed on the Ministry as well and no future marriages. You've done quite a thorough job. Let us drink to our success." He gestured to the wine.
The man across from him hesitated. "Sir, perhaps I should decline."
Blaise scoffed. "Fool. You think now you've poised the Seer, that there will be recompense? Will you see poison in everything you consume? Would you prefer to switch glasses then?" Blaise had already sipped from his, showing it was perfectly safe.
His contact, no fool but unwilling to show fear, agreed to the switch. "Apologies, sir, but I cannot be too safe."
"Of courser." Blaise switched glasses, and too a hearty sip. Feeling secure, his contact drank from the glass Blaise had previously had.
In only ten minutes, Blaise was standing and calling for a house elf. "Take this body and dispose of it. You will speak of it to no one and in no way let it be known that this occurred." He strode from the room, pleased he'd had the forethought to not only ask Draco for an antidote to the poison, but to poison both glasses. Now he was the only one who knew what really happened to Nesta, and he intended to keep it that way. All he had to do was destroy the copy of the note, and no one would be the wiser.