(Vega's p.o.v.)

I opened the Daily Prophet hoping to find some news. News about her. But there was nothing. I don't have any idea what I was exactly hoping to find. But I sure didn't want her dead, right? I mean she was my sister. As I flipped the pages and read about more gore and havoc the Death eaters caused I cursed myself for never understanding what was going on with her.
I turned to the last page, the comics page. And still no word on her. It was months now, and she had completely disappeared from the face of the world. As I sit in the Burrow's kitchen, pretending to read the morning paper at the table, I wonder where she is, what she may be doing, whether she was being tortured, if she was forced to do all of it, strongly hoping that the one last possibility which I even refuse to think of is a lie. I hope Shine is still out there alive, somewhere.
There was a knock on the door. Everyone stiffened. I sat up straighter and put down the paper. My right hand reached my wand and my eyes concentrated on the door. Ron went for the door and held the handle.
"Who is it?" he asked, his voice alert. Mrs. Weasley came in wand at the ready. Hermione sitting to my right got up to flank Ron.
"It is I, Arthur Weasley, your father. I have an extreme interest in muggles and my ultimate fascination is finding how airplanes fly without magic." he replied. Ron's shoulders relaxed. He went ahead to open the door but Mr. Weasley held it shut from the other side.
"What was the name of the teddy bear Fred accidentally turned into a spider when you were kids?" he asked. Ron's ears went pink.
"Dad!" He muttered in protest pulling at the door.
"Answer the question." Mr. Weasley commanded.
"Mr. Mojjo." he murmured unclearly. I giggled with Hermione. The door opened and Mr. Weasley strode in. His red hair was already going gray and balding. He looked even taller because of the recent weight loss. With all the stress, it wasn't quite abnormal.
"Good evening girls." he greeted. I smiled up at him.
"Ollivander was dragged off today. We don't know by who or how, but there was no sign off struggle." he provided news that wasn't in the papers. None of us commented. If he had joined the Death eaters, which was one possibility since there was no struggle, it would get difficult.
"Who will provide the wands for the first years?" Ron asked breaking the silence. Mr. Weasley shrugged.
"His grandson's manning the shop, for now." he replied.
"Who do they suspect?" I asked.
"Shine." he replied spraying salt on my unhealed wounds. I stiffened.
"She was spotted a day before by Kingsley. She tried disrupting the Muggle Prime minister's rally." he added. So she was alive. A wave of relief washed through me even if it felt all wrong to be relieved. I loved her, she was my sister. But she was on the dark side. She was one of our strongest opponents. I should be wishing for her death. Then, why was I relieved to hear she was alive?
Sometimes I hated myself for not hating her. I mean, how could I? I knew her. She was not a murderer. Shine was never so cold and cruel at heart. She couldn't. But she did. Harry saw her kill Dumbledore.
Maybe she had her reasons. Maybe she was ordered to disrupt that rally. But Ollivander? Why would she be linked to Ollivander's kidnapping?
"How can you say it was Shine?" I asked unable to contain my thoughts. Everyone turned to look at me. I shrugged. "I mean no one saw her, right? So how can you say it was her? Ollivander might have decided to run away or he could have been killed."
"There was no proof." Mr. Weasley said. "But don't you understand, that is the biggest proof. Shine never leaves anything behind. She cleans up well after her. Bellatrix likes to leave a blood trail. Greyback would have left signs on the wood. Malfoy wouldn't be sent to do such an important task after he lost favors. And Rookwood was spotted in Surrey at the same time. Dolohov was on duty at the Ministry. And Voldemort wouldn't let any minor Death eater do this task. So that leaves only Severus. But no one of his physical description was seen. People report seeing a tall, lean figured female in a dark hooded cloak. So that can't be anyone but Shine."
I tuned them out after that. I could still hear them, but my brain didn't wish to comprehend what they were saying. My hand involuntarily went to my jeans pocket. The letter I had written weeks before but didn't dare to send still lay in my pocket. I really miss her...
I nodded and looked down at my plate. I had just lost the appetite for anymore food. I could feel the lump in my throat getting heavier to swallow for no reason. My eyes stung.
"I am done." I announced to the others who were still discussing the state of the magical society and the role my sister had to play in it all. I put down my spoon and walked out into the backyard.
I took in a few deep breaths trying to calm down but the tears I had been holding in leaked out of my eyes and poured in torrents. I kept walking until I was completely out of sight or sound from the Burrow. I couldn't take this anymore. I needed to talk to her, I wanted to confront her.
I closed my eyes and waited for my brain to concentrate. I could hear the mice scurrying around in the grass in the silence, I could hear the wind rustling the grass blades. I breathed in the fresh air, the smell of wet grass and fresh meat. I felt the air catch me as I got suddenly lighter and transformed into my animagus.
I flapped my wings, a strong wind catching under them and taking me higher. I flew over the small hills of Ottery St. Catchpole and transformed back to my human form outside the village. The distance to Wiltshire and Surrey would exhaust me. I couldn't fly all the way like this. I would apparate and then use my animagus as disguise even though a hawk is a little flashy and noticeable. Especially a hawk with stormy gray eyes and not amber ones.

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(Shine's p.o.v.)

The tip of the cigarette burnt amber as I sucked in more smoke. The sweet scent of clove intoxicated my senses. I had no idea what I was going to do today evening. I had captured Ollivander and would present him to the dark lord tonight, but then what?
I had no idea if he would forgive me for yesterday. I had made a mistake according to everyone. And I would do anything but torture or kill Maya as punishment. I had this gut instinct if he was in a bad mood he would indeed make me do that. I looked down at the cigarette stubs on the ground. This park was always my favorite place. Even as a kid I would come here if I needed some alone time. Kids played on the rusty swings. Some slid down the slide happily giggling and laughing. I smiled to myself. They were so happy, so oblivious to what was happening around them.
Ignorance is a bliss. But I was never allowed that. From the moment I was old enough to understand I was told to take responsibility. I was told of the dangers of this world. I was told of my purpose in life was larger. I was told to work for the greater good. I was told not to care if what I do benefits me or not. I was trained to not show off my power. I was made to live in a constant fear I would destroy the world. I was made to live thinking I was dangerous. But now I realize there are so many things, and people more dangerous than me. There are people who cause more damage and I can't do anything to stop them. I defy my basic instincts if I can't stop them and it makes me frustrated because if I do stop them like I did yesterday I don't know if I would survive.
A hawk settled on the elm tree across the swings. I threw down the fifth filter and crushed it under my shoes. I looked up again to notice it was staring at me. I stared back for five minutes quietly observing. But the bird didn't even flick it's feathers or make any move to look away. I trained my eyes away from the hawk's eerie gray eyes, staring unblinkingly at me. I pulled out one more cig. I lit it with the tip of my wand. I don't even know if hawks blink. But this one seemed too intent to me. It's eyes reminded me of her. I looked back at the hawk. It was still looking at me but this time it seemed like it had cocked it's head to one side as if wondering about something.
I took a puff from the cig in between my fingers. I still couldn't clear my head. The stress of facing the dark lord tonight made my hands tremble. I couldn't kill that innocent girl. She was just a kid, a child. Children shouldn't become casualties of war. It was just plain cruel to torture kids for what their parents or maybe ancestors had done ages before they were even born.
Yes, I was a death eater but we could co exist with muggles. We didn't have to mate with scum but that didn't mean we had to destroy them and make them extinct. If that was the last thing I would explain to maximum Death eaters I would. I didn't care then if I was killed for treason by them.
I just hope these cigarettes kill me before they torture me to death. The insistent feeling of being watched was making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I looked around. Other than the kids playing there was no one. My attention was drawn back to the hawk. It was still looking at me. I smiled as if in recognition.
The hawk reacted almost immediately, it looked flustered as if caught. It spread it's wings and swooped down in front of me. My hand went to my wand just as it transformed into a mirror image of mine in front of my eyes. A mirror image with a minor difference, eerie, stormy gray eyes.
"Vega?" I exclaimed too surprised to actually say anything in greeting. I threw down my cigarette. I knew she hated the annoying habit I had picked up last year. I stubbed it with the heel of my shoe.
"Still smoking?" she started, her face not hiding an ounce of the disgust she felt at the smell. I shrugged.
"Alone? To meet me?" I questioned back.
"Maybe." she answered looking insecure, as if she regretted her rash decision. I smiled and leaned back against the bare brick wall of the factory which lay abandoned for years.
"Surprising. You must have overconfidence in your abilities or you really are stupid." I said smirking at her as I crossed my arms. She smiled in response, surprisingly enough. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"It's neither Shine. I know you won't hurt me." she replied. I smirked wider and merely shook my head.
"Dumbledore didn't expect either. Where did it leave him, Vegs? He trusted me. And he's dead." I stated plainly. She shook her head no.
"I know you were forced Shine. I trust you. I know you would never have done it if given a choice." she insisted looking me in my eyes. My smirk faltered. I looked down to hide my eyes. The hope I saw in them was genuine. She just wanted me to agree with her. But I couldn't. I couldn't leave Dad to face this alone. I shoved my hands in my pockets.
"You don't know anything." I replied bitterly and punched the wall with the side of my fist.
"I miss you, Shine. Quite a bit, you know. Please, Shine. Come back to our side. Don't do this. I am sure they would forgive you." she insisted.
"I- I can't. Vega I just can't. Please," my voice broke. Tears stung my eyes. "I really want to say yes. I miss it all. But I can't do anything about it Vegs. I am sorry."
She sighed and moved back and forth on the balls of her feet, then smiled. I looked at the ground as tears leaked from my eyes. She gave me a sad smile and shrugged.
"Very well, Shine. I will see you on the battlefield then." she said and turned on the spot to apparate.