Several, guys still call it Cassova
They care never to understand life
With all we can learn
Let's just throw it in the sea
Several guys know its proper name
Disclaimer:
-go and read the one written for the previous chapter;
-something doesn't belong to me, and something does (e.g. Lucius Malfoy), so beat it, because I will sue!.
Beauxbatons means 'pretty mallets'. Or batons. It's pronounced 'Boo-bah-tons'.
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Crouch killed the Dark Lord, aka Lord Voldemort. We all know he didn't, indeed, but that's how he behaved. He would boastfully walk around the Ministry Building, that morning, after the Potters died.
He called another Ministry Meeting. Ancilla woke up that morning, late, hurrying to the work. As soon as she reached her Azkeban office, she saw on her table the message that the Ministry Meeting started five minutes ago. For everything else, she didn't have any time.
She rushed to where it was held. Minister was just about to give the speech, when she run into the room, taking her seat. Everyone, from important personas to average laymen who were there, followed her with their designing stares, as she sat to the seat she was always sitting.
Crouch gazed at her with corner of his serene eyes. She noticed that today everyone appears different. She couldn't know what it was. She glanced at Lucius, but he averted her eyes, android.
-"I will be short. Than I'm leaving this meeting to Crouch because he has extremely important news to announce.
"In few weeks, I will be retiring." - He mentioned few other unimportant stuff, that no one cared for.
Lucius Malfoy avoided everyone's stare. He felt like he's going to puke. Something was slithering inside his stomach.
-"I have two news for you, today. Which one do you want to hear first, the good one ('he' defeated Lord Voldemort) or the bad one (the Potters are dead)?" - Crouch behaved to them like they were misapprehending pre-schoolers. He could do this, of course, because the Minister left.
-"We heard the news already, all right" - Macnair, snapped on him. Quite a few people in the room agreed with him. Macnair tried his best not look anxious. He was afraid, indeed.
-"What are the news?" - Ancilla asked Walden.
-"Uninformed, Deitrich?" - Crouch said derisively to her. She felt that the situation was shatterable. She turned to a first person right of her. It was one of the unimportant laymen.
-"Didn't you heard?"
-"Well, isn't it clear that I didn't?" - she snapped at him.
-"The You-Know-Who is defeated. Son of James Potter conquered him. But both Lily and James are dead." - He told her, somewhat carelessly. Her anterior reaction was berserk.
-"What the hell are you talking about?" - she said, calming herself.
He was just a young man, inexperienced graduate from Beuxbatons from few years ago. Ancilla's generation. He had a heavy French accent. Ancilla immediately found it sexy. She wasn't sure, but she assumed his name must be Mathieu Bégayer. So French (maybe Swiss). Thing she immediately caught about his face were his brilliantly Prussian blue eyes behind the background of soft mocha skin.
-"I know it's 'ard pour toi to comprehend ze truth; everyone is astounded today" - he said. It happened that was founding his French accent more fascinating (alluring) by every minute. But she still stared at his beneficent eyes, captivatedly mesmerised. His hand was on the table, and she freely grabbed the navy blue tweed sleeve, just above his wrist, squeezing it hard.
-"Repeat what you're just said, but slowly" - she breathed every word.
-"The Dark Lord was defeated."
-"How?"
-"The petit Potter..."
-"His name is Harry."
-"Excuzes-moi?"
-"Nevermind, just continue."
-"Petit 'Arry defeated the Dark Lord."
-"And Lord Voldemort is dead now?"
-"Oui, er est mort." - The Frenchman was slightly shook on hearing her pronounce so without encumbrance 'Lord Voldemort'.
-"Impossible, he's immortal. What about James Potter?"
-"'Ee and 'eez wife, Lily, both mort."
-"That's dreadful" - she said quietly.
-"Je suis desolé, Madame."
-"Mademoiselle" - she corrected him.
-"Mademoiselle" - he said. He pronounced all the vowels in very soft, angelic tone. They haven't realised that the meeting was going on and on, and that Lucius was staring lethally at two of them.
-"Are you French?" - she asked him. Few meters away, Lucius was dying.
-"Isn't that obvious?" - he smiled. His teeth were white.
-"I thought you're an angel" - such an unusual way for a woman to compliment a man. He liked it. She continued: "My brother's mother was French. My mother is Irish." - Suddenly, she wasn't concerned at all that they were in the middle of the meeting. But she thought that if she speaks to this adorable man she today noticed for the first day in her life, she will try to for a moment forget what she just heard.
-"That's so interesting" - the tone of his voice suggested that she should continue telling him.
She nodded her head. -"If you track down my background far enough, you'll found all the north European ancestry. Most of them were Normandic, Dutch, and North German."
-"Comment vous appelez-vous?" - he asked her what her name was. He suddenly noticed she was still holding his sleeve. To make sure she wouldn't let it go, he locked it with his left hand.
-"Ancilla Deitrich. Et tu?" - she answered, and asked for his.
-"Je m'appelle Mathieu Bégayer" - so she was right about his name. -"Parlez-vous Français?"
-"Je parle un peu Français" - she answered slowly that she knows a little of French. His reaction was smile.
-"You speak well. Why don't we go from vous to tu?"
-"Naturally..."
-"Tu es un belle dame." - He told her that she's pretty.
-"Et tu es un beaux garçon" - she responded, telling his how handsome he is.
-"Je ne suis pas un garçon, mon cher" - he informed her he wasn't a boy. Ancilla was stuck. 'Mon cher' reminded her highly on Lucius. She totally forgot about Lucius for those few bewitchmented minutes. Was it only few minutes? It must've been much longer. She was flirting with this adorable Frenchman, whose last name meant 'stutter' on English. He, with his ethereal Prussian-blue eyes, flirted back to her.
But a thing she certainly forgot was about Lord Voldemort and James.
-"But you are handsome, put it in any language, refer to you either as garçon or monsieur" - she said. Now she was mesmerised, absolutely seduced into him. She found it completely natural that her chair was closer to him now than it was before.
Neither of them believed that something like this could ever happen to them. They couldn't draw eyes of each other after few minutes. That's certainly what they didn't care for/,
And they certainly didn't care that the people around stared. Lucius was already in plague mood. This seemed like a Pandemonium for him. And it was hell of a Pandemonium. How much he was trying to, he could have not keep himself from going over to them and killing them both when the Frenchman, out of nowhere, kissed his beloved Ancilla. And his beloved Ancilla who let him do so, giving herself to him. He could bear leaving the chamber, and running back home, where he found a tranquillisation.
People were shocked to see them what they were just doing. Mathieu's hand was on Ancilla's soft hair, stroking is gently.
-"Ancilla" - Walden snarled. Ancilla heard it this time. She turned to him. He was looking gravely at her. If he could, he would be castrating her right now. Or maybe raping. He was thinking about what she's just done to Lucius when he departed from the room in such a grief.
Ancilla was troubled to see that Lucius wasn't there anymore.
-"Yes" - she said feebly, knowing that everyone in the room had their inquisitive eyes on her and the Frenchman. Mathieu did not feel as troubled as she did. He held her hand, still.
-"You should perhaps learn some manners" - Walden said rudely to her. He was really mad at her for what she just did.
-"I'm sorry if I interrupted the meeting in any way" - she said, fragily, leaning into her chair.
-"If you didn't hear when I was saying, and of course, you didn't due to being so busy with Monsieur Bégayer, you're being tried for being a Death Eater, Ancilla Deitrich-Scorge... oh, I'm so sorry, it's only Deitrich now, you're widowed" - Crouch said, satisfiedly. Ancilla was not in mood to tell him off, but she kept holding Mathieu's warm hand under the table.
Now, Walden quite disagreed with this because he was also being tried. Almost everyone at the Ministry were tried.
-"...and that concludes our meeting" - he said, shooting a sarcastic look at Ancilla and her new companionship.
Before everyone left, Walden inclined over Ancilla, and said: -"If Lucius doesn't kill you, I will." And he left.
-"What did 'ee say?" - Mathieu asked her. His voice was so soft when he spoke English.
-"Nothing" - she sighed. Mathieu carried her in his embrace to his house. They had to apparate to a white villa.
Ancilla knew that avoiding Lucius was the last thing she should do right now. After she sobered herself off the aimiable Frenchman, she realises what shit is she in right now. She had to speak to Lucius. Next day, during the dinner time, she apparated to the Malfoy Mansion. The butler told her that Mr Malfoy is having his dinner right now, and he left her in the living room, until he went to see if Mr Malfoy is available.
Yankev was a silent senile head servant, who served Malfoy family for decades. He entered the dinning room where Lucius was having dinner with his lovely wife, Narcissa. Lucius wasn't really eating. He was just playing with the food around the table, and drinking off all the wine.
-"Mr Malfoy, Miss Deitrich came to see you. She's in the living room, waiting for you" - the butler said. Narcissa derisively turned to him. Lucius raised from his chair. Wine buzz was in his head when he got up, and he carefully went over to the living room. He didn't forget to take his glass of wine with him.
He strolled over the tiled floor of the living room. On sight of her, his blood boiled. Yeah, the sight of her high-above-knees long skirt and black so-called bitch-boats, assisting the black robes over.
-"Tell me a reason not to kill you, Ancilla" - he greeted, approaching her.
-"You're drunk my dear Lucius, you would never say this if you were sober" - she said, quietly.
-"Au contraire, mon cher, that's the main reason why are you still alive. You embarrassed me so much, Ancilla. I thought I already showed how I disagree with your insubordination.
-"Beside the fact that I'm drunk, another reason I didn't kill you was that your father came to speak to me. He heard about what happened, and he predicted what would I want to do. But he scared the shit out of me with what he told me he'll do to me if I touch you." - Lucius said, drunkened.
-"I will never forgive you, you killed James Potter. His little son is an orphan now" - she said.
-"Why would I care about that? You're the one who caused it all, the misfortune" - he approached her, drunkenly touching her body.
-"What did my father say about touching me?" - she reminded him, with enigmatic smirk.
-"He doesn't have to know." - He said, and he kissed her. -"I can't resist you, Ancilla. I succumb to your fatal look. There, have some wine, it's white wine, and it's French." - He passed her his glass.
-"So you're forgiving me than?" - Ancilla raised her eyebrows. They were in such a position that Narcissa would go quite frantic if she walked into the living room. Fortunately, for them, she didn't.
-"Only if you forgive me for the plan Severus and conspired to shatter James Potter" - he said, risquély looking up at her.
-"Was Severus part of the plan, too?" - Ancilla asked, disappointed. On the other hand, she enjoyed the warmth of Lucius' body.
-"He is no pious saint, Ancilla. He is martyred with love towards Lily, like I'm with love towards you, but he doesn't have Lily to love him back."
-"Lucius you should've told me this earlier" - Ancilla snapped at him.
-"You know what? Fuck it." - Lucius snapped back at her. He gesticulated her towards the bar on the other side of room.
Ancilla happily comprehended, and se he was laying on the bed, she went over and spawned two Bloody Mary's. Basically all she had to do was mix tomato juice with some straight vodka (yeah, right, Smirnoff), and add mix of spices, and she would get -- voila: Bloody Marry.
She brought it over to Lucius, in two fancy glasses.
-"You make it better than some other people do, mon cher" - he said, drinking some. 'Mon cher', this time he reminded her on Mathieu; Mathieu would pronounce it much satiny, with those original French r's. It was prudent not to mention Mathieu to Lucius at all, even though she wanted.
-"Merci" - it came out of her, and Lucius followed it with nonchalant face of jealousy.
-"Écoutez Ancilla, mon cher, il ne t'aimera jamais autant que moi t'aime (trans. - He will never love you as much as I love you)" - Lucius snapped at her. He spoke French too, fluently. -"I know, it's not common for you just to casually use French words. You like that French guy, he kissed you in front of everyone, and you liked it, what's his name, Matthew..."
-"It's Mathieu. Matt-e-yuh" - she irely corrected him.
-"Just because of his exotic looks, and his Prussian blue eyes, it doesn't mean he will do anything for you. For your information, you're not the only one who is interested in him." - Lucius told her. It was that malicious but clement tone. He did want everything best to her, but he was too selfish to give it to her.
-"But he is interested in me" - she feebly said. She adored Lucius' cold-north prototype of look.
Lucius shook his head rancorly.
-"And darling, I am a widow."
-"Why don't you marry me than?" - he asked her. He held the back of her head, tightly.
-"Is this some kind of torment? I told you two days ago, I don't want to wreck your marriage."
-"My marriage is wrecked from the moment it started."
-"Oh Lucius, I can't believe we are letting our personal problems get in front of our business. Lucius dear, Lord Voldemort is defeated, what if they, Crouch and his associates, know about us being in Lord Voldemort's service?" - she was concerned about this first time after she heard the news.
-"I'm too drunk to care about that right now. To be correct, I wasn't sober in last twenty-four hours, so I don't give a shit. I recommend you drink cocktail, it's pleasing, just like you, so we can get on with our - er - routine" - he said, touching her lips. He loved her too much. He idolised her as his goddess.
-"You're right" - she drunk all the liquid, and licked off the sour taste of her lips before letting Lucius kiss her.
-"So there you are!" - Sirius roared, incensed. Peter Petigrew run away as soon he heard that the Dark Lord was down. His terrified rat-like face screwed into a collapsed façade.
He was hiding inside a popular Muggle café in London. He figured out that no one would look for him there. He was afraid of the Death Eaters and what will they do to him. Some of them knew that he was the one who told the Dark Lord the information about the Potters. He just had to boast around about how important he was; how cunning were his skills to track down Potters. They would be blaming him because of the Lord Voldemort's fall. Another issue for the vengeance of the Death Eaters was that they all hated him so much with so much passion. He was unimportant and annoying.
Peter Petigrew was absolutely right when he thought that no one would look for him there, accept for the fact that Sirius accidentally went in there to some purchase coffee. Such a coincidence, and he just wanted to drink coffee. Sirius was combing whole England to find Petigrew. Sirius knew what Petigrew's done, and it was the most blasphemous thing someone (he knew very well) had done.
As soon as Peter saw Sirius, he run outside the fire-door of the cafe. He found himself in the way alleyway. From the door bursted Sirius, and shoved Peter, saying 'Acciotrimus pfelatus Peter' into the corner. Muggle passer-by's couldn't believe their eyes that the man just flew on the other side of the passage. They stopped to watch.
-"You low, low form of life" - Sirius growled.
-"Oh Sirius, Sirius, please forgive me" - cried Petigrew.
-"Absolution is something you don't deserve, Peter. You never did deserve that" - he was mad, he didn't care for inquisitive Muggles behind him, and the fact that he held a wand.
-"But the Dark Lord made me..."
-"Lord Voldemort is your master, don't lie you scummy face!"
-"Please, have mercy upon me Sirius" - he cried.
-"I told you, you don't deserve that" - Sirius yelled this time.
And what happened now is history, too. Petigrew faked his death, Sirius was caught, and convinced.
Next was his trial. He was proclaimed guilty. Everyone in the courtroom voted him guilty, accept for Ancilla. She had to follow him, along eight Death Eaters to the Azkeban. They got there. Sirius was thrown into the cell, where he will dwell for twelve long years until he succeeds to run away.
Ancilla gave him a visit him very next day. She entered his lonesome dungeon, first thing next morning. Unusual for her, she wore pastel robes that day. It illuminated all the obscurity of Sirius' cell. After all the wrath and grief Sirius survived in those long twenty-four hours, Ancilla was the most wonderful and gorgeous being on the earth. Just like the muse, when they summon, so pretty.
-"I came to bring you breakfast" - she said, gently laying the tray with his breakfast on the rudiment table. Sirius was spread on the uncomfortable bed, staring at the monotonous ceiling.
Breakfast wasn't the ordinary Azkeban breakfast, but something she specially made.
-"And why would you care for me at all? James is dead because of you now. Couldn't you keep your mouth shut, you silly girl?" - Sirius said emotionlessly. So many times, people would refer to Ancilla as 'silly girl', she reminded herself.
-"Sirius... I assume that you would know that sometimes there are those things that must be told" - her voice was preternatural. Sirius kept staring at the ceiling.
-"I know you love Lucius a lot, and he doesn't deserve that. I know everything about you, Ancilla Deitrich. James would always tell me. He was fascinated with the way you think. He esteemed you. He wouldn't spend all this time in this abhorrent hole, working, if there wasn't you." - Sirius was saying.
-"Sirius, I would like to help you. You are innocent, and your place is not in here" - she sat down beside him. He finally drew his stare away from the ceiling to her. -"I can't lead you out of Azkeban because it's impossible for anyone ever convinced to use the portals. And it would be fatal for me if I helped you run away, because I was the only one voting in favour of you. ("Like beacon light in a dreadful night" - he muttered for himself) But, every year during the mid-June, this Azkeban island is extremely close to the British Isle. You can see them from the west side of the Azkeban island.
-"You're innocent, and I know you will find a way to get out of here. That was one of my tips. That way, you can swim to the Britain. Otherwise, open ocean wouldn't help you at all" - she got up, and got read to leave.
-"Will I ever be able to get outside this fortification?"
-"I told you already, you're innocent and you must always remember it. The Dementors are the vicious creatures of the mother nature, and they do crave for the corrupt. I have that special gift, the Dementors can do nothing to me. I inherited it from my father. I wish you luck Sirius. Soon enough, I will be going away from here" - she said and left.
Sirius cared not to ask her where, why, and how, because it was unimportant. The important thing was that she would be gone.
Lucius Malfoy was one with the most ferocious evidences against. He was the one in charge of Muggle torture. He was thinking about what to say when he gets to be tried, when a magnificent idea came to his wicked mind. He had a plan. A scheme was heinous, not that he cared much, and it must work.
Crouch distrustfully let him inside the house, when he came over.
-"What did you want to talk about, Lucius?" - Barty asked.
-"I have a pact for you, Bartemius." - Lucius said slyly gathering the tips of his long fingers, in front of his face.
-"Is it dishonest?"
-"You're flattering me. Anyway, there is the fact. It's that the Dark Lord was vanquished exactly a week ago, and Harry Potter stayed parent-less. Another fact is that there are some pretty serious documentation's accusing me that I was on the side of the Dark Lord. Is it true or not, it's not important. I know if I don't have your help in covering up what I did I will end up in the Azkeban. That's not a thing I'm mirthfully looking foreword to."
-"Excuse me, but are you asking me to cover up for you?" - Crouch cynically laughed. -"Are you drunk or on some drug perhaps?"
-"Actually, I'm not sober properly from the day after the Dark Lord was conquered" - Lucius said, melancholically.
-"From the sunny day when your beloved Ancilla found love liberation in that French guy? Dear Lord, that bitch is so lucky she has such a powerful father who holds half of the world in hands, otherwise I would be giving orders now to impale her. And I must say she is something of a fem, perfect ass" - Crouch said bitterly.
-"That's not the point. I have a bargain for you: I give you the valuable informations that you of course didn't hear from me, and you give me the freedom." - Lucius said seriously. His eyes were opaque with the redness from all the alcohol he had in the last week.
-"What kind of informations would you provide me?" - Crouch's eyes narrowed.
-"Valuable ones, Crouch" - Lucius' face flicked.
-"It's a deal, Lucius" - Crouch shook his cold hand.
Lucius told him number of names of the people involved with Lord Voldemort. He also told him who of those people were guilty for the Longbottoms. And, he told him where will he find the people who are going to go and search for the Lord Voldemort, tomorrow night. Crouch swore that if any of the informations were not true, he will kill Lucius with his bare hands.
But it was true. It was ignorant just for a tiny detail - Lucius didn't tell Crouch that his son was a Death Eater. Barty Jr. was supposed to be over at the Crouch cottage, doing some additional studying. But he was doing something sacrilegious.
Lucius had to celebrate his success with Ancilla. They celebrated it alone in the bed. Pretty modest may sound, but that's not what it was to Ancilla or Lucius.
-"I love you Lucius" - she said under her breath to him, after they were all done. She had her body inclined over his naked chest. -"That's why it will be so hard for me to leave you." - She added, whiny.
-"What?" - he quivered.
-"I'm going to the Asian and African countries to study their type of magic. It will be a new experience for him" - quietly said she.
-"How long will you be staying?" - Lucius asked, trying to look enthusiastic and happy for her, but sensing that he won't like anything about this.
-"Maybe I will never return" - she answered.
-"I see" - Lucius suddenly felt scared. What will he do without her? -"You're going alone, right?"
Ancilla sighed deeply. She didn't want to tell him the truth. -"No" - she shook her head. -"Who are you going with?" - was Lucius' response.
-"Mathieu" - she frowned deeply, looking straight into Lucius' eyes.
-"You silly, girl" - Lucius said. -"Give me a cigarette, I really need it now or never" - he said.
-"Lucius, you never lit a cigarette in your life, and you swore you never will" - she couldn't prevent him from reaching her stuff, and drawing the pack of long dame cigarettes, Pierre Cardin Gold. He took one out, and lit it. He wasn't totally sure how this worked, he saw people doing it all the times, Ancilla was one of them. It has to be similar to smoking weed, Lucius uttered to himself. Yet is way. You inhale to poisonous nicotine (along with malignant tar) through the filter, go all the way to your lungs, and you exhale it. It worked for Lucius.
-"And you swore you will love me forever, mon cher" - he told her, blowing all the smoke into her face. Cigarettes were light and full of sweet aroma, and Lucius found them optimal that way.
-"And I do, I love you Lucius. Mathieu and I just have similar interests. Lucius, we have to try live our own lives, we must" - she said. Her tears were falling down on his muscular chest.
-"I should kill you now" - said Lucius, taking another drag from the cigarette. -"You and the bastard, together. You shared the same bad, you ought share the same grave. But than, who the fuck am I to tell you what to do? I am just an insignificant devotee that is obsessed with you. I am no one."
-"No, Lucius you are everything to me, but I-"
-"Don't interrupt me, Ancilla, I want to say something, I was trying to make a point, mon cher.
"Promise me, my precious one, the only one for me, that, before I die, I will see you again, and that you will love me beyond you ever did?" - he asked. His eyes were tearful, too.
-"I will love you forever, but I can't promise you that I will see you, again" - she cried.
-"Bitch, don't you ever care about the people? Don't you care you wasted the best years of my life; the years of my omnipotence, and this is the way you're returning me. I wish I never met you. Than I wouldn't have to try and try getting you out of my head, for the whole day.
"All this time, Calvin would let you go to me, but you didn't ever bother to tell him about us. Such an ignorance from your side" - Lucius told her, finishing the cigarette, and throwing it on the plain floor.
"I've done everything I promised myself I will never do because of you. I smoked a cigarette, I've done some... And I would kill myself for you" - he cried. Ancilla was broken.
-"I love you, Lucius" - she said simply, she couldn't muster no other advocacy for herself.
-"You always say that. You're making it sound, those exalted words, they are so plain when you pronounce them" - Lucius said distinctly. She glanced at his perilous face; it was nebulous with all the jealousy. Than she raised, got dressed, and left him. Her future absence could be calculated to infinity, she didn't know it herself.
Snape glanced over the spacious forest that was spread around the Hogwarts castle. James was finally dead, but Lily was, too.
-"Severus" - it was McGonagall. -"What are you doing?"
He was sitting in the deserted Great Hall, thinking. He didn't even notice where he was.
-"I don't think that it's fair that Lily Evans died."
Evans? It perplexed Minerva for a second, than she got it: Lily Potter.
-"Potters were very nice people, even though James had his unruly spirit... he expressed it too much, here at Hogwarts. Their little son will be going at Hogwarts, though." - She tried to cheer Severus up.
-"What is his name?" - Severus was interested.
-"Harry Potter."
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Author's General Note:
I can't believe, I wrote the longest piece of work ever ::excuses herself, goes to the washrooms, and screams hell out of herself::. I would just like to thank my sister, which I had to beg to let me use the computer, so I could continue writing this; my mother, who would always bother me when I'm on; and my dad who would be kicking me off the computer because it's 2:30am and who I had to beg to let me use the Net so I can download this dam piece of work. Thank you all.
There is a quite few things I would like to explain about the story. Like James and Lily's relationship. They did love each other, but I don't think they had such a harmonised connection.
Lucius is an narcissistic, egocentric, vain, and egoistic bastard, but he still knows how to love. He's of adorable looks and he knows that. By the way, he is mine only, screw Ancilla. I hate her a lot.
Crouch is immature and mocking. But life teaches him some fundamental things.
By the way, if I made any mistakes with French, well, I can't notice it. I did fail French last year, but I like linguistics, and after English and Serbian, I know French the best.
Adores you: Ætheral Blood
"Then, if anyone says to you, 'Look, here is the Messiah?' or 'There he is!'--do not believe him. For false Messiahs and false prophets will appear; they will perform great miracles and wonders in order to deceive even God's chosen people, if possible" - The New Testament, Matthew 24.23-25
They care never to understand life
With all we can learn
Let's just throw it in the sea
Several guys know its proper name
Disclaimer:
-go and read the one written for the previous chapter;
-something doesn't belong to me, and something does (e.g. Lucius Malfoy), so beat it, because I will sue!.
Beauxbatons means 'pretty mallets'. Or batons. It's pronounced 'Boo-bah-tons'.
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Crouch killed the Dark Lord, aka Lord Voldemort. We all know he didn't, indeed, but that's how he behaved. He would boastfully walk around the Ministry Building, that morning, after the Potters died.
He called another Ministry Meeting. Ancilla woke up that morning, late, hurrying to the work. As soon as she reached her Azkeban office, she saw on her table the message that the Ministry Meeting started five minutes ago. For everything else, she didn't have any time.
She rushed to where it was held. Minister was just about to give the speech, when she run into the room, taking her seat. Everyone, from important personas to average laymen who were there, followed her with their designing stares, as she sat to the seat she was always sitting.
Crouch gazed at her with corner of his serene eyes. She noticed that today everyone appears different. She couldn't know what it was. She glanced at Lucius, but he averted her eyes, android.
-"I will be short. Than I'm leaving this meeting to Crouch because he has extremely important news to announce.
"In few weeks, I will be retiring." - He mentioned few other unimportant stuff, that no one cared for.
Lucius Malfoy avoided everyone's stare. He felt like he's going to puke. Something was slithering inside his stomach.
-"I have two news for you, today. Which one do you want to hear first, the good one ('he' defeated Lord Voldemort) or the bad one (the Potters are dead)?" - Crouch behaved to them like they were misapprehending pre-schoolers. He could do this, of course, because the Minister left.
-"We heard the news already, all right" - Macnair, snapped on him. Quite a few people in the room agreed with him. Macnair tried his best not look anxious. He was afraid, indeed.
-"What are the news?" - Ancilla asked Walden.
-"Uninformed, Deitrich?" - Crouch said derisively to her. She felt that the situation was shatterable. She turned to a first person right of her. It was one of the unimportant laymen.
-"Didn't you heard?"
-"Well, isn't it clear that I didn't?" - she snapped at him.
-"The You-Know-Who is defeated. Son of James Potter conquered him. But both Lily and James are dead." - He told her, somewhat carelessly. Her anterior reaction was berserk.
-"What the hell are you talking about?" - she said, calming herself.
He was just a young man, inexperienced graduate from Beuxbatons from few years ago. Ancilla's generation. He had a heavy French accent. Ancilla immediately found it sexy. She wasn't sure, but she assumed his name must be Mathieu Bégayer. So French (maybe Swiss). Thing she immediately caught about his face were his brilliantly Prussian blue eyes behind the background of soft mocha skin.
-"I know it's 'ard pour toi to comprehend ze truth; everyone is astounded today" - he said. It happened that was founding his French accent more fascinating (alluring) by every minute. But she still stared at his beneficent eyes, captivatedly mesmerised. His hand was on the table, and she freely grabbed the navy blue tweed sleeve, just above his wrist, squeezing it hard.
-"Repeat what you're just said, but slowly" - she breathed every word.
-"The Dark Lord was defeated."
-"How?"
-"The petit Potter..."
-"His name is Harry."
-"Excuzes-moi?"
-"Nevermind, just continue."
-"Petit 'Arry defeated the Dark Lord."
-"And Lord Voldemort is dead now?"
-"Oui, er est mort." - The Frenchman was slightly shook on hearing her pronounce so without encumbrance 'Lord Voldemort'.
-"Impossible, he's immortal. What about James Potter?"
-"'Ee and 'eez wife, Lily, both mort."
-"That's dreadful" - she said quietly.
-"Je suis desolé, Madame."
-"Mademoiselle" - she corrected him.
-"Mademoiselle" - he said. He pronounced all the vowels in very soft, angelic tone. They haven't realised that the meeting was going on and on, and that Lucius was staring lethally at two of them.
-"Are you French?" - she asked him. Few meters away, Lucius was dying.
-"Isn't that obvious?" - he smiled. His teeth were white.
-"I thought you're an angel" - such an unusual way for a woman to compliment a man. He liked it. She continued: "My brother's mother was French. My mother is Irish." - Suddenly, she wasn't concerned at all that they were in the middle of the meeting. But she thought that if she speaks to this adorable man she today noticed for the first day in her life, she will try to for a moment forget what she just heard.
-"That's so interesting" - the tone of his voice suggested that she should continue telling him.
She nodded her head. -"If you track down my background far enough, you'll found all the north European ancestry. Most of them were Normandic, Dutch, and North German."
-"Comment vous appelez-vous?" - he asked her what her name was. He suddenly noticed she was still holding his sleeve. To make sure she wouldn't let it go, he locked it with his left hand.
-"Ancilla Deitrich. Et tu?" - she answered, and asked for his.
-"Je m'appelle Mathieu Bégayer" - so she was right about his name. -"Parlez-vous Français?"
-"Je parle un peu Français" - she answered slowly that she knows a little of French. His reaction was smile.
-"You speak well. Why don't we go from vous to tu?"
-"Naturally..."
-"Tu es un belle dame." - He told her that she's pretty.
-"Et tu es un beaux garçon" - she responded, telling his how handsome he is.
-"Je ne suis pas un garçon, mon cher" - he informed her he wasn't a boy. Ancilla was stuck. 'Mon cher' reminded her highly on Lucius. She totally forgot about Lucius for those few bewitchmented minutes. Was it only few minutes? It must've been much longer. She was flirting with this adorable Frenchman, whose last name meant 'stutter' on English. He, with his ethereal Prussian-blue eyes, flirted back to her.
But a thing she certainly forgot was about Lord Voldemort and James.
-"But you are handsome, put it in any language, refer to you either as garçon or monsieur" - she said. Now she was mesmerised, absolutely seduced into him. She found it completely natural that her chair was closer to him now than it was before.
Neither of them believed that something like this could ever happen to them. They couldn't draw eyes of each other after few minutes. That's certainly what they didn't care for/,
And they certainly didn't care that the people around stared. Lucius was already in plague mood. This seemed like a Pandemonium for him. And it was hell of a Pandemonium. How much he was trying to, he could have not keep himself from going over to them and killing them both when the Frenchman, out of nowhere, kissed his beloved Ancilla. And his beloved Ancilla who let him do so, giving herself to him. He could bear leaving the chamber, and running back home, where he found a tranquillisation.
People were shocked to see them what they were just doing. Mathieu's hand was on Ancilla's soft hair, stroking is gently.
-"Ancilla" - Walden snarled. Ancilla heard it this time. She turned to him. He was looking gravely at her. If he could, he would be castrating her right now. Or maybe raping. He was thinking about what she's just done to Lucius when he departed from the room in such a grief.
Ancilla was troubled to see that Lucius wasn't there anymore.
-"Yes" - she said feebly, knowing that everyone in the room had their inquisitive eyes on her and the Frenchman. Mathieu did not feel as troubled as she did. He held her hand, still.
-"You should perhaps learn some manners" - Walden said rudely to her. He was really mad at her for what she just did.
-"I'm sorry if I interrupted the meeting in any way" - she said, fragily, leaning into her chair.
-"If you didn't hear when I was saying, and of course, you didn't due to being so busy with Monsieur Bégayer, you're being tried for being a Death Eater, Ancilla Deitrich-Scorge... oh, I'm so sorry, it's only Deitrich now, you're widowed" - Crouch said, satisfiedly. Ancilla was not in mood to tell him off, but she kept holding Mathieu's warm hand under the table.
Now, Walden quite disagreed with this because he was also being tried. Almost everyone at the Ministry were tried.
-"...and that concludes our meeting" - he said, shooting a sarcastic look at Ancilla and her new companionship.
Before everyone left, Walden inclined over Ancilla, and said: -"If Lucius doesn't kill you, I will." And he left.
-"What did 'ee say?" - Mathieu asked her. His voice was so soft when he spoke English.
-"Nothing" - she sighed. Mathieu carried her in his embrace to his house. They had to apparate to a white villa.
Ancilla knew that avoiding Lucius was the last thing she should do right now. After she sobered herself off the aimiable Frenchman, she realises what shit is she in right now. She had to speak to Lucius. Next day, during the dinner time, she apparated to the Malfoy Mansion. The butler told her that Mr Malfoy is having his dinner right now, and he left her in the living room, until he went to see if Mr Malfoy is available.
Yankev was a silent senile head servant, who served Malfoy family for decades. He entered the dinning room where Lucius was having dinner with his lovely wife, Narcissa. Lucius wasn't really eating. He was just playing with the food around the table, and drinking off all the wine.
-"Mr Malfoy, Miss Deitrich came to see you. She's in the living room, waiting for you" - the butler said. Narcissa derisively turned to him. Lucius raised from his chair. Wine buzz was in his head when he got up, and he carefully went over to the living room. He didn't forget to take his glass of wine with him.
He strolled over the tiled floor of the living room. On sight of her, his blood boiled. Yeah, the sight of her high-above-knees long skirt and black so-called bitch-boats, assisting the black robes over.
-"Tell me a reason not to kill you, Ancilla" - he greeted, approaching her.
-"You're drunk my dear Lucius, you would never say this if you were sober" - she said, quietly.
-"Au contraire, mon cher, that's the main reason why are you still alive. You embarrassed me so much, Ancilla. I thought I already showed how I disagree with your insubordination.
-"Beside the fact that I'm drunk, another reason I didn't kill you was that your father came to speak to me. He heard about what happened, and he predicted what would I want to do. But he scared the shit out of me with what he told me he'll do to me if I touch you." - Lucius said, drunkened.
-"I will never forgive you, you killed James Potter. His little son is an orphan now" - she said.
-"Why would I care about that? You're the one who caused it all, the misfortune" - he approached her, drunkenly touching her body.
-"What did my father say about touching me?" - she reminded him, with enigmatic smirk.
-"He doesn't have to know." - He said, and he kissed her. -"I can't resist you, Ancilla. I succumb to your fatal look. There, have some wine, it's white wine, and it's French." - He passed her his glass.
-"So you're forgiving me than?" - Ancilla raised her eyebrows. They were in such a position that Narcissa would go quite frantic if she walked into the living room. Fortunately, for them, she didn't.
-"Only if you forgive me for the plan Severus and conspired to shatter James Potter" - he said, risquély looking up at her.
-"Was Severus part of the plan, too?" - Ancilla asked, disappointed. On the other hand, she enjoyed the warmth of Lucius' body.
-"He is no pious saint, Ancilla. He is martyred with love towards Lily, like I'm with love towards you, but he doesn't have Lily to love him back."
-"Lucius you should've told me this earlier" - Ancilla snapped at him.
-"You know what? Fuck it." - Lucius snapped back at her. He gesticulated her towards the bar on the other side of room.
Ancilla happily comprehended, and se he was laying on the bed, she went over and spawned two Bloody Mary's. Basically all she had to do was mix tomato juice with some straight vodka (yeah, right, Smirnoff), and add mix of spices, and she would get -- voila: Bloody Marry.
She brought it over to Lucius, in two fancy glasses.
-"You make it better than some other people do, mon cher" - he said, drinking some. 'Mon cher', this time he reminded her on Mathieu; Mathieu would pronounce it much satiny, with those original French r's. It was prudent not to mention Mathieu to Lucius at all, even though she wanted.
-"Merci" - it came out of her, and Lucius followed it with nonchalant face of jealousy.
-"Écoutez Ancilla, mon cher, il ne t'aimera jamais autant que moi t'aime (trans. - He will never love you as much as I love you)" - Lucius snapped at her. He spoke French too, fluently. -"I know, it's not common for you just to casually use French words. You like that French guy, he kissed you in front of everyone, and you liked it, what's his name, Matthew..."
-"It's Mathieu. Matt-e-yuh" - she irely corrected him.
-"Just because of his exotic looks, and his Prussian blue eyes, it doesn't mean he will do anything for you. For your information, you're not the only one who is interested in him." - Lucius told her. It was that malicious but clement tone. He did want everything best to her, but he was too selfish to give it to her.
-"But he is interested in me" - she feebly said. She adored Lucius' cold-north prototype of look.
Lucius shook his head rancorly.
-"And darling, I am a widow."
-"Why don't you marry me than?" - he asked her. He held the back of her head, tightly.
-"Is this some kind of torment? I told you two days ago, I don't want to wreck your marriage."
-"My marriage is wrecked from the moment it started."
-"Oh Lucius, I can't believe we are letting our personal problems get in front of our business. Lucius dear, Lord Voldemort is defeated, what if they, Crouch and his associates, know about us being in Lord Voldemort's service?" - she was concerned about this first time after she heard the news.
-"I'm too drunk to care about that right now. To be correct, I wasn't sober in last twenty-four hours, so I don't give a shit. I recommend you drink cocktail, it's pleasing, just like you, so we can get on with our - er - routine" - he said, touching her lips. He loved her too much. He idolised her as his goddess.
-"You're right" - she drunk all the liquid, and licked off the sour taste of her lips before letting Lucius kiss her.
-"So there you are!" - Sirius roared, incensed. Peter Petigrew run away as soon he heard that the Dark Lord was down. His terrified rat-like face screwed into a collapsed façade.
He was hiding inside a popular Muggle café in London. He figured out that no one would look for him there. He was afraid of the Death Eaters and what will they do to him. Some of them knew that he was the one who told the Dark Lord the information about the Potters. He just had to boast around about how important he was; how cunning were his skills to track down Potters. They would be blaming him because of the Lord Voldemort's fall. Another issue for the vengeance of the Death Eaters was that they all hated him so much with so much passion. He was unimportant and annoying.
Peter Petigrew was absolutely right when he thought that no one would look for him there, accept for the fact that Sirius accidentally went in there to some purchase coffee. Such a coincidence, and he just wanted to drink coffee. Sirius was combing whole England to find Petigrew. Sirius knew what Petigrew's done, and it was the most blasphemous thing someone (he knew very well) had done.
As soon as Peter saw Sirius, he run outside the fire-door of the cafe. He found himself in the way alleyway. From the door bursted Sirius, and shoved Peter, saying 'Acciotrimus pfelatus Peter' into the corner. Muggle passer-by's couldn't believe their eyes that the man just flew on the other side of the passage. They stopped to watch.
-"You low, low form of life" - Sirius growled.
-"Oh Sirius, Sirius, please forgive me" - cried Petigrew.
-"Absolution is something you don't deserve, Peter. You never did deserve that" - he was mad, he didn't care for inquisitive Muggles behind him, and the fact that he held a wand.
-"But the Dark Lord made me..."
-"Lord Voldemort is your master, don't lie you scummy face!"
-"Please, have mercy upon me Sirius" - he cried.
-"I told you, you don't deserve that" - Sirius yelled this time.
And what happened now is history, too. Petigrew faked his death, Sirius was caught, and convinced.
Next was his trial. He was proclaimed guilty. Everyone in the courtroom voted him guilty, accept for Ancilla. She had to follow him, along eight Death Eaters to the Azkeban. They got there. Sirius was thrown into the cell, where he will dwell for twelve long years until he succeeds to run away.
Ancilla gave him a visit him very next day. She entered his lonesome dungeon, first thing next morning. Unusual for her, she wore pastel robes that day. It illuminated all the obscurity of Sirius' cell. After all the wrath and grief Sirius survived in those long twenty-four hours, Ancilla was the most wonderful and gorgeous being on the earth. Just like the muse, when they summon, so pretty.
-"I came to bring you breakfast" - she said, gently laying the tray with his breakfast on the rudiment table. Sirius was spread on the uncomfortable bed, staring at the monotonous ceiling.
Breakfast wasn't the ordinary Azkeban breakfast, but something she specially made.
-"And why would you care for me at all? James is dead because of you now. Couldn't you keep your mouth shut, you silly girl?" - Sirius said emotionlessly. So many times, people would refer to Ancilla as 'silly girl', she reminded herself.
-"Sirius... I assume that you would know that sometimes there are those things that must be told" - her voice was preternatural. Sirius kept staring at the ceiling.
-"I know you love Lucius a lot, and he doesn't deserve that. I know everything about you, Ancilla Deitrich. James would always tell me. He was fascinated with the way you think. He esteemed you. He wouldn't spend all this time in this abhorrent hole, working, if there wasn't you." - Sirius was saying.
-"Sirius, I would like to help you. You are innocent, and your place is not in here" - she sat down beside him. He finally drew his stare away from the ceiling to her. -"I can't lead you out of Azkeban because it's impossible for anyone ever convinced to use the portals. And it would be fatal for me if I helped you run away, because I was the only one voting in favour of you. ("Like beacon light in a dreadful night" - he muttered for himself) But, every year during the mid-June, this Azkeban island is extremely close to the British Isle. You can see them from the west side of the Azkeban island.
-"You're innocent, and I know you will find a way to get out of here. That was one of my tips. That way, you can swim to the Britain. Otherwise, open ocean wouldn't help you at all" - she got up, and got read to leave.
-"Will I ever be able to get outside this fortification?"
-"I told you already, you're innocent and you must always remember it. The Dementors are the vicious creatures of the mother nature, and they do crave for the corrupt. I have that special gift, the Dementors can do nothing to me. I inherited it from my father. I wish you luck Sirius. Soon enough, I will be going away from here" - she said and left.
Sirius cared not to ask her where, why, and how, because it was unimportant. The important thing was that she would be gone.
Lucius Malfoy was one with the most ferocious evidences against. He was the one in charge of Muggle torture. He was thinking about what to say when he gets to be tried, when a magnificent idea came to his wicked mind. He had a plan. A scheme was heinous, not that he cared much, and it must work.
Crouch distrustfully let him inside the house, when he came over.
-"What did you want to talk about, Lucius?" - Barty asked.
-"I have a pact for you, Bartemius." - Lucius said slyly gathering the tips of his long fingers, in front of his face.
-"Is it dishonest?"
-"You're flattering me. Anyway, there is the fact. It's that the Dark Lord was vanquished exactly a week ago, and Harry Potter stayed parent-less. Another fact is that there are some pretty serious documentation's accusing me that I was on the side of the Dark Lord. Is it true or not, it's not important. I know if I don't have your help in covering up what I did I will end up in the Azkeban. That's not a thing I'm mirthfully looking foreword to."
-"Excuse me, but are you asking me to cover up for you?" - Crouch cynically laughed. -"Are you drunk or on some drug perhaps?"
-"Actually, I'm not sober properly from the day after the Dark Lord was conquered" - Lucius said, melancholically.
-"From the sunny day when your beloved Ancilla found love liberation in that French guy? Dear Lord, that bitch is so lucky she has such a powerful father who holds half of the world in hands, otherwise I would be giving orders now to impale her. And I must say she is something of a fem, perfect ass" - Crouch said bitterly.
-"That's not the point. I have a bargain for you: I give you the valuable informations that you of course didn't hear from me, and you give me the freedom." - Lucius said seriously. His eyes were opaque with the redness from all the alcohol he had in the last week.
-"What kind of informations would you provide me?" - Crouch's eyes narrowed.
-"Valuable ones, Crouch" - Lucius' face flicked.
-"It's a deal, Lucius" - Crouch shook his cold hand.
Lucius told him number of names of the people involved with Lord Voldemort. He also told him who of those people were guilty for the Longbottoms. And, he told him where will he find the people who are going to go and search for the Lord Voldemort, tomorrow night. Crouch swore that if any of the informations were not true, he will kill Lucius with his bare hands.
But it was true. It was ignorant just for a tiny detail - Lucius didn't tell Crouch that his son was a Death Eater. Barty Jr. was supposed to be over at the Crouch cottage, doing some additional studying. But he was doing something sacrilegious.
Lucius had to celebrate his success with Ancilla. They celebrated it alone in the bed. Pretty modest may sound, but that's not what it was to Ancilla or Lucius.
-"I love you Lucius" - she said under her breath to him, after they were all done. She had her body inclined over his naked chest. -"That's why it will be so hard for me to leave you." - She added, whiny.
-"What?" - he quivered.
-"I'm going to the Asian and African countries to study their type of magic. It will be a new experience for him" - quietly said she.
-"How long will you be staying?" - Lucius asked, trying to look enthusiastic and happy for her, but sensing that he won't like anything about this.
-"Maybe I will never return" - she answered.
-"I see" - Lucius suddenly felt scared. What will he do without her? -"You're going alone, right?"
Ancilla sighed deeply. She didn't want to tell him the truth. -"No" - she shook her head. -"Who are you going with?" - was Lucius' response.
-"Mathieu" - she frowned deeply, looking straight into Lucius' eyes.
-"You silly, girl" - Lucius said. -"Give me a cigarette, I really need it now or never" - he said.
-"Lucius, you never lit a cigarette in your life, and you swore you never will" - she couldn't prevent him from reaching her stuff, and drawing the pack of long dame cigarettes, Pierre Cardin Gold. He took one out, and lit it. He wasn't totally sure how this worked, he saw people doing it all the times, Ancilla was one of them. It has to be similar to smoking weed, Lucius uttered to himself. Yet is way. You inhale to poisonous nicotine (along with malignant tar) through the filter, go all the way to your lungs, and you exhale it. It worked for Lucius.
-"And you swore you will love me forever, mon cher" - he told her, blowing all the smoke into her face. Cigarettes were light and full of sweet aroma, and Lucius found them optimal that way.
-"And I do, I love you Lucius. Mathieu and I just have similar interests. Lucius, we have to try live our own lives, we must" - she said. Her tears were falling down on his muscular chest.
-"I should kill you now" - said Lucius, taking another drag from the cigarette. -"You and the bastard, together. You shared the same bad, you ought share the same grave. But than, who the fuck am I to tell you what to do? I am just an insignificant devotee that is obsessed with you. I am no one."
-"No, Lucius you are everything to me, but I-"
-"Don't interrupt me, Ancilla, I want to say something, I was trying to make a point, mon cher.
"Promise me, my precious one, the only one for me, that, before I die, I will see you again, and that you will love me beyond you ever did?" - he asked. His eyes were tearful, too.
-"I will love you forever, but I can't promise you that I will see you, again" - she cried.
-"Bitch, don't you ever care about the people? Don't you care you wasted the best years of my life; the years of my omnipotence, and this is the way you're returning me. I wish I never met you. Than I wouldn't have to try and try getting you out of my head, for the whole day.
"All this time, Calvin would let you go to me, but you didn't ever bother to tell him about us. Such an ignorance from your side" - Lucius told her, finishing the cigarette, and throwing it on the plain floor.
"I've done everything I promised myself I will never do because of you. I smoked a cigarette, I've done some... And I would kill myself for you" - he cried. Ancilla was broken.
-"I love you, Lucius" - she said simply, she couldn't muster no other advocacy for herself.
-"You always say that. You're making it sound, those exalted words, they are so plain when you pronounce them" - Lucius said distinctly. She glanced at his perilous face; it was nebulous with all the jealousy. Than she raised, got dressed, and left him. Her future absence could be calculated to infinity, she didn't know it herself.
Snape glanced over the spacious forest that was spread around the Hogwarts castle. James was finally dead, but Lily was, too.
-"Severus" - it was McGonagall. -"What are you doing?"
He was sitting in the deserted Great Hall, thinking. He didn't even notice where he was.
-"I don't think that it's fair that Lily Evans died."
Evans? It perplexed Minerva for a second, than she got it: Lily Potter.
-"Potters were very nice people, even though James had his unruly spirit... he expressed it too much, here at Hogwarts. Their little son will be going at Hogwarts, though." - She tried to cheer Severus up.
-"What is his name?" - Severus was interested.
-"Harry Potter."
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Author's General Note:
I can't believe, I wrote the longest piece of work ever ::excuses herself, goes to the washrooms, and screams hell out of herself::. I would just like to thank my sister, which I had to beg to let me use the computer, so I could continue writing this; my mother, who would always bother me when I'm on; and my dad who would be kicking me off the computer because it's 2:30am and who I had to beg to let me use the Net so I can download this dam piece of work. Thank you all.
There is a quite few things I would like to explain about the story. Like James and Lily's relationship. They did love each other, but I don't think they had such a harmonised connection.
Lucius is an narcissistic, egocentric, vain, and egoistic bastard, but he still knows how to love. He's of adorable looks and he knows that. By the way, he is mine only, screw Ancilla. I hate her a lot.
Crouch is immature and mocking. But life teaches him some fundamental things.
By the way, if I made any mistakes with French, well, I can't notice it. I did fail French last year, but I like linguistics, and after English and Serbian, I know French the best.
Adores you: Ætheral Blood
"Then, if anyone says to you, 'Look, here is the Messiah?' or 'There he is!'--do not believe him. For false Messiahs and false prophets will appear; they will perform great miracles and wonders in order to deceive even God's chosen people, if possible" - The New Testament, Matthew 24.23-25