2009, the first year of the takeover. All early LR posts from the first year of the takeover are here.
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by: Trevor Williams
#5493
January 1, 2009, early morning


"Thank you, Thomas," Trevor said with a twisted smile, placing a hand on the man's shoulder to keep him from moving from the spot. "You did manage to...?" He rose a brow and inclined his head slightly, rolling his hand that held his wand as though to urge him on. Once he had his answer, he didn't fool around. "Avada Kedavra." He held onto the older man's body as it went limp in his arms and slowly lowered it to the ground so as to avoid waking any in the house by the sound of a thud. That was the last thing he needed right now.

Once Thomas Price's lifeless body was placed on the ground, the Death Eater leader walked into the safehouse that Casey and Evie Winslow had taken refuge in with her parents and their children. Pity there had to be so many people. It made things more difficult but certainly not impossible. Evelyn Price had been kept under the Imperius by her husband to keep her from going to Evie with the plan. It was a shame, but hey, it had to be done. Evie was his. He had fallen in love with her eight years ago, and it hadn't gone away no matter what he did. It was an unsated desire that he had for her, and working in close proximity to her this past half school year had only served to rekindle the dying embers of the fire within his heart.

He couldn't wait until she was his. He had a foolproof plan as far as he could tell. He'd taken care of everything. Records of Evie and Casey had been eliminated from public record and destroyed and old articles removed from the Prophet's records. There was no evidence they were ever married. The kids' existance wasn't even marked. Her hospital charts had all been changed to 'Evelyn Ann Williams,' records prior to four years ago marked as 'Evelyn Ann Price.' There was very little room for error here. She'd know to expect any Order member's accusations and be ready to speak against them as well as any Death Eater who tried to "lie" to her. If something fell through, he'd just have to eliminate it and erase her memory of the event. Simple as that.

It was pathetic, but he refused to admit it to himself. However, it was also why he had never mentioned it to Morgana or Natalya. They would just come to him in the night and find him with a woman in his bed. Neither knew of the other, but both would know of Evie and both would learn to stay away and not cause problems or it'd be their necks. The others would learn, too, but he doubted the others would dare try to make sexual advances on him anyway, regardless if they were in front of Evie or not. At least, he hoped not. Masters or Warren or anyone else... Gross, gross, gross. He didn't swing that way. Sure, there were other women, but even they were undesirable. Everyone was compared to Evie. She was the newest yet oldest object of his affections and he would dote on her and she would have everything she ever dreamed of. She would be happy, and she would be his.

However, he had to keep his eye on the here and now, not the prize. The prize would only distract him. With a quiet sigh, he stalked further into the house. He entered the first bedroom he found, quietly pushing the door open and peering in. Shame. This one was such a bright, promising little girl, quite a bit like her mum. But she was his. She was Casey's. She had to go. He could think of no realistic lie to keep either or all of the children. Besides, the more minds he had to manipulate, the more difficult his task became, and he went for simple. Always had since the first failure with her.

Trevor entered the little girl's room. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed, her pink sheet resting lightly around her waist and the side of her face against the pink pillowcase on her pillow, a hand resting gently beside it and a doll in between her arm and the mattress. She looked so precious like that. It made him think of how Kiley might have looked had none of that ever happened. He felt overwhelmed by the sight. Such a precious, innocent little living doll. Could he do this? Could he kill a child? A perfect, untainted angel? All she lacked was the crooked little halo and the smooth, fluffy little wings. Evie loved her. Could he? Maybe. It was possible.

But how to explain why she looked different than him? He wasn't about to say he was sterile, that he couldn't have kids with her. That was just ridiculous because he wasn't going to do everything possible to avoid having a child with her. He wouldn't mind one with her. He wanted one with her. She was so perfect, and their child would be perfect, and their child would be like her, his own, his love, his precious. He shook his head. No, this child had to go, and she had to go now. He couldn't simply dump them somewhere. That risked the Order finding out and using them as evidence to Evie that she and Casey had been married. And transfiguring their looks enough that they wouldn't be recognized was out of the question. It was too complicated and time-consuming. He had to get rid of them now.

But maybe he would leave her for last. Maybe he could come up with a way to keep her before his work with the others was gone. He leaned close over her, pulling the covers up further around her innocent body, covering her head after kissing her brow. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Daddy?" He forced the covers to stay over her head as she tried to get out from under them. Damn.

Disguising his voice, he said, "Go back to sleep, Lydia." But before he let go of the covers, he muttered the killing curse reluctantly. There went Evie's innocent angel, her beloved daughter, but it was something that had to be done. It was a price that had to be paid. It was a sacrifice hat had to be made. There was no way he could have avoided it. The children must die. As he left the room, he shut the door quietly.

Julian's room was the next he reached. The boy was sleeping, though certainly not quietly. Trevor made a face as he made a horrendous-sounding snore. This one wasn't any easier. Memories of him as a little boy at Christmas, running up to him to show him what his daddy had bought him and the excitement in his voice at the sight of him during those few short months with the boy and his mother during his final year masquerading as Trey Hunter raced through his head. Those had been good times. If he had known Voldemort were to be defeated, he never would have done any of what he had done to her. He would have insisted the time wasn't right, and he would have been able to start fresh with a life with her. She would have been Mrs. Trey Hunter instead of Mrs. Trevor Williams, but what did it matter? She would have been his---without memory erasing and manipulation. Damn it! Why did things have to be so complicated?

"Goodbye, little man," Trevor whispered with a sad smile, covering the boy's body and tousling his hair as he recalled the name he'd had for Julian all those years ago. "Avada Kedavra," he murmured, and the green jet of light hit the boy's body. The lack of a loud snore after exhalation confirmed his death.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly releasing it before he exited the room, closing the door behind him, and walked into the room across the hall. He wasn't sure if he would find Evie or Evelyn because he wasn't sure if Thomas and his wife had taken the master or Evie and her husband. However, as he pushed the door open and peered in, he realized it was Evelyn. He held his breath and walked in, careful to be extra quiet. Was she awake? Did she know? Had she felt the release from the Imperius at her husband's death and awoken? Had she heard him open the door and known it wasn't her husband? Was she waiting for him?

He didn't have time to wait for the answers. The answers could leave Evie alerted to his presence and wake her to find her dead husband's body next to her. So, without hesitation, he said the killing curse, leaving the room and closing the door before heading to the last remaining room. He entered, stopping just shy of the bed, watching her sleep. She was so peaceful and perfect. The moonbeams that came in through the slats in the blinds lit her face, leaving dark streaks across it, but she was perfect. Tears forming in his eyes at the realization that he'd won, that she was truly about to be his, Trevor leaned over her sleeping form, brushing his lips against her cheek and murmuring in her ear, "Evie..."
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The happenings going on throughout the house at such a late hour were oblivious to Evie while she slept, she finally felt like she was able to get a good nights sleep since the attack on the school. They were safe, her and Casey, the kids and her parents. Everyone was finally safe from Trevor and the rest of the Death Eaters. It took Casey a while to convince her that this was the best thing for them all, she was still convinced that she should have complied too Trevor’s letter but, that was behind them now and come next week they would be as far away from London as possible and living a new, carefree life.

This was all perfect; they were finally going to get away from this bad luck lifestyle. It had brought them all nothing but pain and it almost took Casey away from her and the kids. But never again, he was doing so much better and it was all perfect.

When Trevor walked into the room and kissed her cheek Evie smiled in her sleep as she turned over, letting out some air through her nose as she said groggily in a slight laugh Not now Casey, I was having a good dream she opened her eyes slightly to see her husband but when she saw the outline of someone that was much to large to be Casey standing over her Evie’s eyes snapped open and she was fully awake now and she screamed when she saw Trevor’s face. and tried to scramble up, her arms going out to protect herself and feeling blindly for her wand while she yelled to wake her husband. Casey!
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by: Trevor Williams
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"I'm afraid Casey can't help you now, and I wouldn't bother screaming for your father. He worked for me. He's the one who killed, not I." Trevor shook his head, bringing a hand to caress Evie's face. "You're mine now, love. I told you what would happen if you didn't listen. I'm terribly sorry it had to end up this way, but I have to be a man of my word to be taken seriously in this world now. I'm truly sorry for your loss." He leaned down to kiss her, but as she began to fight him off, he brought his fist up and punched her, knocking her out. "You don't want to damage the goods, precious," he whispered calmly into her ear as he lifted her limp body from the bed.

It was only a few moments later that the two arrived at Trevor's flats in that small clearing somewhere on the border between Ireland and England. Trevor had toned down the decor and painted the walls to be different colors besides black. He had heard Evie complain on occasion about white walls, so he'd known not to go with that. Overall, the place looked nice and seemed to have a woman's touch, yet it was neither too masculine nor too feminine. The man quickly took down the defenses necessary to get into the house before replacing them and carrying her into "their" room.

Scattered throughout the bedroom were pictures of the two of them: their wedding, trips to various places around the world, hanging out, kissing in a park at a barbecue, etc. Some were charmed to evoke a memory if she were to look at them, others not. He couldn't have her "remembering" far too much or she might question it, but at the same time, if she "remembered" something, it would keep her from going all kick ass on him and harming him. He set her down on the bed, carefully placing her head on the pillow and covering her with the blankets. He slipped off the ring Casey had given her thirteen years ago and put on the one he had chosen for her. It was simple, but it was elegant and beautiful. It suited her in his mind.

With a sigh, he laid beside her and took out his wand, placing a kiss lightly on her brow and whispering, "I love you," before pointing his wand at her unconscious form and uttering, "Obliviate!" He had erased most of her memories, though anything before Casey was left intact, minus a few opinions of the Death Eaters and other things. Legilimency helped in making this precise and tedious modification possible. After that was done, he replaced in her mind some alternate memories of Casey fitting with the tale he was to tell her, painting him as a good guy throughout the two years in school she dated him but afterwards turning rotten and joining the Order and starting to treat her differently. The two were engaged to be wed before this change occurred.

She was miserable with him, but she was scared to leave him because a part of her still loved him and a part of her was afraid of what he would do to her if she tried. However, a chance meeting with none other than Trevor in a pub while Casey was discussing business with some people and basically treating her as mere arm candy, a brainless bimbo, seemed to strike a feeling of peace and contentment for the first time in ages, a man seeing her for who she was and wanting to speak with her alone the next day, the start of a dangerous affair.

Of course, that was where the details waned off for her. Something about Casey finding out, the remembrance of a feeling of extreme fear as he blew up and beat her and she fled. There was little more after that, maybe glimpses of him letting her into his home and helping her but not much more than that. Then, there was the wedding, but without the aide of the photos, there was little hope of remembering much of it, just maybe a few feelings associated with it. And of course, the honeymoon. Maybe glimpses of Italy, a gondola, that sort of thing, but no real details.

After that was done, Trevor stowed away his wand and laid down beside her, gently caressing her face before resting his hand on the mattress between them. He was propped on his elbow, looking down at her, just admiring how beautiful and innocent she looked to him, how...vulnerable. He could do anything he wanted to her right now, and she would never know, but no, that wasn't beneficial for his plan, and besides, he couldn't do that to her. For now, he'd simply had to wait for her to wake up. He had no idea what to expect in all reality.
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Evie fought Trevor off when he tried to kiss her, screaming and crying when she saw Casey's lifeless body next to her. He couldn't be dead, just couldn't be. They had been together for 13 years. 13 really was a unlucky number. Evie was about to hit Trevor's face but he got her first and her head turned to the side as her eyes closed and her hand fell across her stomach, out cold.

The time that she was knocked out her mind was blank with brief images flashing through her mind as Trevor began to implant the false memories. Slowly after a hour or so Evie began to wake, her eyes opening in small slits and gradualy getting wider. Where was she? Even if her vision was a little blurry this place didn't seem familar...and she was warm, was she in a bed? Evie groaned as she brought her hand up to her head where Trevor had hit her and she opened her eyes fully, pushing herself up and looking around.

Who the hell are you! Evie screamed when she saw Trevor laying in bed next to her. He looked familar...but she couldn't place him just yet where the hell am I?! She demanded to know, getting out of the bed and standing at its side in a very standoffish manner.
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by: Trevor Williams
#5497
Trevor was halfway between being asleep and being awake by the time Evie woke up and was on his side facing away from her. Hearing her scream her demand of who he was and where she was, however, roused him from his relaxed state. He calmly rolled over to his back and turned his head so he could look over at her, a barely existant smile on his face that quickly faded to naught as though the reality of the fact that she didn't remember him had fazed him. He chewed back his lower lip and sighed softly but made no move towards her. He could tell she was hostile towards him right now, and who wouldn't be? Waking up to a strange man in bed next to them? So, staying still and non-threatening was what was best for him right now until the memories set in.

"I'm your husband, Evie, Trevor Williams, and you're in our home. Don't you remember me? Or did they...?" He looked imploringly up and over at her, meeting her eyes in a very confused, worried fashion. "Please tell me you remember me," he said softly with a sense of hope and dread mixed into one. He glanced over at the many pictures that adorned the room, focusing on the ones on the nightstand. The presence of the photographs only fit in further with his plan or they wouldn't be there. Yes, some of them served to help with getting memories into her head, but they also served a second purpose: to make him seem like a husband who had very much missed his wife during the time she was missing.
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by: Former Members
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My husband? Evie repeated while glancing at her left hand to check for a ring, sure enough, it was there and she caught a few glimpses of the pictures on the nightstand but that didn't prove anything to her. Her head snapped back to Trevor and she took a step back from the bed how come I don't remember you? She demanded to know while starring at Trevor who are they? whats going on?!
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by: Trevor Williams
#5499
"Yes, your husband!" Trevor replied, watching as she noticed her ring and the photos. As she looked back at him and took a step back, he looked highly concerned. He made as though to move towards her but stopped as though deciding it would be better not to approach her with as scared as she was. Didn't want to make her feel threatened, after all. "Evie, you honestly don't remember?" he asked, staring at her and searching her eyes. "That bastard did a number on you. Casey Winslow, your ex. He's been after you since the day he nearly beat you to death when he found out about us. He's part of the Order of the Phoenix. They likely helped him in this. He's their leader. But he's dead now. You're safe. Look, we'll find...we'll find some way to help you regain your memory. He must have used some spell, something, his last jab at us, his last attempt to tear us apart. We'll figure this out. I won't let him win."
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by: Former Members
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Evie took a deep breath to try to clam and clear her head. She could remember him, but it was fuzzy at best. Everything was fuzzy, nothing was clear to her and it made Evie irratable. She looked at Trevor as he stood and then to the picture on the nightstand that was one 'her' side of the bed. Evie reached out to pick up the wedding picture and she looked at it as a memory flashed through her mind. That validated that...but, she didn't feel like she knew this man even if he said he was her husband. I dont know what your talking about...
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by: Trevor Williams
#5501
"Why don't we sit down, have a cuppa tea, and we'll discuss this? I don't think the bedroom's the right place..." Trevor replied, spotting the confusion. It was easy to tell by her response, after all. The memory deletion was complete and the recognition as she held their wedding picture showed the memory replacement spell was working. Good. Now, he just had to sit her down and explain the whole bloody mess to her. Oy. He had the story in his mind, but could anyone spell 'headache'? Because he was pretty sure he'd have one after question number one trillion five hundred billion 200 million 100 thousand and one. But, he had to endure whatever questions she had for the plan to have any chance of success. Maybe he should take a potion beforehand to try to avoid the headache altogether?
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by: Former Members
#5502
Evie nodded slightly when he suggested they leave the bedroom to talk. OK.. She wasn't comfortable in here with him, even if he said who he said he was she still didn't know him. Maybe she did at one point but not anymore. She just sort of stood there awkwardly while waiting for him to lead the way out.
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by: Trevor Williams
#5503
Trevor moved towards the door after a couple seconds and lead her out to the kitchen where he pulled out a seat for her at the kitchen table and put some water on to boil before walking over and sitting down across from her. He looked at her for a little while as though unsure what to say. "I...I'm sure you have questions," he said after a few moments. "I mean, considering...." He chewed back his lip. "Well..." He sighed. "Sorry, I...well, I have no right to complain."
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by: Former Members
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Evie sat down in the chair he pulled out for her and folded her hands on the table, taking the time while he put the kettle on to look around the kitchen and any other bit of the house she could see from where she was. It was nice, it wasn't huge but it was a good size and it looked like Trevor was pretty well off which was a good thing she supposed. She looked at Trevor as he sat across the table and nodded I do, she said and thought for a moment for the most pressing issue on her mind. What happened to me? Who was that....Casey person? Why did he do this to me?
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by: Trevor Williams
#5505
"Casey Winslow, leader of the Order of the Phoenix, a group that is trying to wreak havoc on people, has some extreme prejudices. All around, not a nice guy--and your ex." The answer wasn't quite the one Trevor had so avidly practiced in his head, but sometimes things weren't exactly meant to go exactly as said. This at least could lead to further questioning as it was still rather vague. He had an example to give her. It, naturally, wasn't the truth, but whatever. Sometimes lies were necessary things, not to mention that all is fair in love and war, no? And this was, partly, both. It was love in that he loved her and war in that he was going to use her to take out the Order. Best of both worlds.
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by: Former Members
#5506
That wasn't enough for her. That still didn't explain why this happened to her. But why would he do that to me if I dated him? She asked. It still didn't make any sense. What purpose did it serve to take away her memory? Unless this guy was soft in the head and wanted her or something..
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by: Trevor Williams
#5507
Trevor sighed as she asked, shaking his head almost in a "You don't want to know" fashion. But he went on, deciding starting from the beginning of the story he had spun in his head was the best way and less confusing to her surely frazzled mind in her frightened, lost state. "You started dating him in school, but when he joined this group, you realized what kind of man he truly was. Then, you met me, and together, we worked to set you free." Give her a chance to ask more questions before just getting into it. Let her lead the conversation. It was better that way because that was how the puzzle pieces would fit together better for her than by the logical progression another person might take.
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