Who: Alice Longbottom, some death eaters, and You-Know-Who
What: Where she's at, and how she got out. Sorta
Where: Bumblefuck, Siberia x)



Alice Longbottom trudged through the snow, and wondered for the millionth time that day why the death eaters seemed to like the cold.

Was it because the cold made people sad? Alice shut her eyes for a moment, the blistering weather etching icicles on her eyelashes. She took a deep breath and pulled out her wand, putting another heating spell over herself. She could spot the village at the base of the hill, but, she had no idea if it was magical or not, and it simply pop up could set off alarms and, well. She didn't want the death eaters to find her.

A few minutes later, or maybe it was hours, she couldn't tell with how cold she was, Alice found herself on the edge of town, and she slipped into the nearest public building. At least she hoped it was public, and she tried not to look too strange to the locals, but a girl in simply jeans, a tank top, and a short corduroy jacket, whose skin was a deathly blue, was something to stare at.

They let out exclamations of concern, and Alice couldn't stop them from accosting her with blankets and jackets and other kind of things to warm her up. From all the walking she'd just done, from all the weather she'd just pushed through, her body had finally decided to give up and give in to instinct. She moved toward the fire, drank the warm liquid, and simply sat in the corner they provided, blinking furiously at the people.

"Как Вас зовут?"

Her wide eyes paused in their blinking and Alice stared up at the kind looking old woman who stood in front of her. That was--Russian. Russian, they were speaking Russian? Alice looked back and forth through the people, taking in their appearances, and gulping, she tried to frantically think back to the Russian she'd learned over the course of her training.

"A--A--Alice, Меня зовут Алиса, Alice Longbottom--"


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Previously on the adventures of Alice Longbottom

She landed hard on her knees, the pine cone scattering across the floor of the dark room. Alice lifted her head up immediately, eyes trying to focus into the darkness. Think, think, think---there was one light, a small window in the corner, and she pushed herself up to her feet, swiping up the pine cone and racing toward the window.

Alice could feel the wards before she even reached up her hand, but her mind hadn't been focused on an escape route. Getting as close to the window as she could, she pulled some tangled strands of Lily's hair out from the prickles of the pine cone and levitated it in front of her. Alice's wand moved frantically until she was sure the spell was right, and with great effort, she watched as her wand pulled back slowly, a trail of red light following its tip.

Holy moley---she'd actually done some pretty difficult auror-training magic without her instructor.

Taking only half a second to marvel at her accomplishment, Alice swiftly moved her wand to her hair, and watched with amazement as her brown locks quickly burst into Lily-Potter red.

Well--if they wanted Lily, they were going to get the best Lily Alice could give them.

Where were her captors, anyway? Alice moved away from the light, to give her a better cover, and lifted the cuff of her jeans to stick her wand in her disillusioned holster. A year ago she would have thought that all the tactics and procedures she was currently putting herself through were crazy and paranoia induced, but Alice could now see the logic behind every last thing the older aurors had taught her, and she vowed never to snicker behind Mr. Moody's back again.

Just as she rolled down her pant leg, the door in the corner slammed open. Alice jumped back, forcing herself not to take a defensive wandless stance, because Lily wouldn't automatically go into one. So---she had to remind her self to be aware, but don't look as aware as an auror should.

The death eater was by her side with such alarming quickness and grace that even if she had been poised for attack, Alice was sure she would have been thrown off balance. It wasn't natural the way he moved, and he gripped her upper arm with terribly strong hands. She twisted away to look up at him, and was shocked to see the dagger like fangs poking out over his bottom lip.

Oh.

Voldemort had vampires working for him.

Well.

That was...nice.

"Fjodor," another voice said, "The girl, she is not for you to be feasting upon." Alice's eyes darted toward the other death eater, startled that she was actually thankful to see the skull mask of one of Voldemort's followers.

"But her blood, it is so inviting." Alice blanched as she recalled the nose bleed, knowing that her shirt was covered in the red liquid.

"I promise I taste like garlic," she muttered, earning a laugh from the two death eaters. Some part of her wondered if they would be kinder if she continued to talk to them this way, but Alice knew not to get her hopes up.

"You are to be coming with me, Lily Potter," the human death eater said, coming to her side and patting her down her arms, waist, and legs, for her wand. Thankfully the disillusioned holster was nearly skin tight, and the death eater missed its presence, "Fjodor here is simply my...how do you say? Security."

Alice kept a wary eye on the vampire and allowed him to tug her along, there was no need angering something that wanted to take a bite out of you (funnily enough, that was something Professor Grubbly-Plank had often told them during class). From the looks of their surroundings, they were in something of a cottage--death eaters have vacation homes? she heard Sirius chuckle in her mind, and Alice's lips formed a weary smile.

"There is someone who would like to speak to you," Fjodor hissed.

Well. Wonder who that could be.

From what she could tell, the plan at the moment was to terrify her to her core. Which, if she wasn't so pumped with adrenaline, she probably would be, but right now Alice couldn't react any differently than if she was walking through the empty corridors of their estate. She just wanted to get a good look at everything and everywhere, for when she executed her escape. Not if, 'if' was a word they banned from training, but when, and Alice didn't have time to force herself to believe the idea before she was shoved into a library styled room, falling to her knees.

It was straight out of the stories. There was a desk and a large chair with its back facing them, a fireplace crackling on the side. Alice could almost feel Voldemort's presence, but she wasn't paying attention to it. Or, well, she was trying to do as much as she could as the tension began to build on her shoulders. Alice stayed crouched low, her hand slipping up her pant leg to retrieve her wand.

"That's not Lily Potter," the intimidating voice from the chair let out slowly. Alice nearly froze, a million and one things racing through her mind, but she knew that if she wanted to survive, she needed to act but finishing unbuckling her wand and struck.

Alice summoned a piece of wood from the fireplace, but instead of catching it, she flung her wand around and with deadly accuracy, the momentum of the wood plunged it straight into the vampire's chest. With a high-pitched yelp the creature dissolved into a pile of dust on the floor, and Alice didn't have time to feel bad for killing something before she pressed her hands to the ground to kick up into the other death eater's chin.

A sickening crack reverberated through the room as the death eater was knocked off his feet and was sent stumbling back into the book case. Alice wasted no time in stunning the man, and in the span of ten seconds, she'd taken out two of her three opponents. Moody would be proud.

The last one, however, was going to be a bit tougher.

Breathing heavily, Alice got into her fighting stance, eyes blazing at the still turned away chair.

"Don't you even care for your henchmen?" she snapped. There was a slight movement, and the chair slowly swiveled around. Alice felt her breath leave her lungs as Lord Voldemort.

He seemed to be trying to read her face, his reddish eyes narrowing into slits. Alice suddenly felt very exposed, but her footing did not falter.

"You left Frank all by himself?"

That was something Alice had not been expecting, and she felt her heart drop into the acids of her stomach. She knew Voldemort could read her mind, she had expected him to figure out who she was, but the fact that he brought up Frank---and talking as if---

"You're never going to hurt him or the Potters again," Alice said coldly, holding her wand high and tight. While she had experienced one brush with the Dark Lord, he had never put a target on her back like he had with the Potters and Frank. When she escaped this, Alice was sure that would change.

Voldemort stood, hands pressing down into the desk as if ready to deliver a deal. He was a strange looking man, his skin looked as if it had been cursed and hexed too many times to look human, but there was still a flash of a somewhat young man in his eyes. Alice wondered what had happened to him to make him become what he was now.

"You interest me, Alice," he said smoothly. His hand went up and flicked in a quick circle; the red dye spell was pulled from her hair, and he balled up the charm and splattered it onto the ground. "I think you would do me some great good."

"I will never help you---" as soon as the words were out of her mouth she felt a sharp pang in her back, like someone was jabbing a knife into her spine and she was pushed down to one knee. An invisible hand pressed into the back of her head to keep her eyes ducked low, and she listened to Voldemort's slight steps as he came around. She felt the spell loosen its hold on her, but Alice kept her head down.

"If I let you go, I am just going to kill you later."

"I'll take my chances."

An unexpected snicker escaped the Dark Lord, and Alice was forced to her feet. She was slid back across the wood paneled floor, and watched in horror as Voldemort took on a dueling stance.

"Aren't you going to bow?"