hate. {chris}

[connor]

Connor shook his head. What was Chris doing dating Potter? Did he seriously think he could spend his life with her, or had lily not told him she was going to die when bellatrix came to her conclution. He couldn't help but laugh. He was hiding lily in his home, it was lucky he had a spare room for her. He didn't mind, she was alright for a potter. Shame that she had to play dead for a while though, but then again it was a-ok for him to go break the news to chris, unless he already knew. Oh well he could still play mind games on the youngest Peace.

He admired himself in the mirror. He always thought of himself as the womanizer. Well what was he thinking? He truely was the womanizer. He smirked to himself. Today he would push his brother, if he could find him of course. He had to be somewhere in Hogsmeade right? Connor wasn't really sure what he would be doing if he had just lost his girlfriend. But then again he realised he and his brother weren't alike. They were two different people. Two seperate houses, and yet both had shared the love of lily potter. Oh he couldn't wait to tell him that one.

He soon headed of after checking Lily was still in. Last thing he needed was her running off into the world and blowing her cover. He locked the door behind himself, snatching up the daily prophet from the owl waiting at his door and seeing if there was anything worth while. He soon stepped around the corner into the nearby alley. He hated living in the muggle world. He never knew who was watching. Down the alley he apparated off to the small village. He headed around searching for his younger brother. His hands in his pockets. He was sure he would walk into him, or his brother would end up spotting him. It was unusual for connor to be in hogsmeade.

[kaitlin]

The ribs! the ribs he's hurt aim for the ribs.

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The yells from the mob were filling young Christopher's ears as he continued to punch the guy whohad been ignorent enough to challenge him in the first place. He was ignoring the fact that the tall muscled man was injured for the mere fact he knew he didn't need to pick at his weekness to beat this man... Fighting was and still is christopher's best feild. Every since the young man turned 13, and was left at Hogwarts with people who hated him because the things his brother had spread around about him. Yes he was the kid who use to be pushed around by everyone and their brother back in his younger years. That is until he started taking muggle fighting classes, and now he is the best he knows, besides his brothers. But in this point in time he believed he could beat them too.

You are probably wondering why the boy is fighting? There is a clear reason for it. Every since Dom broke the news about his girlfrinend, and the one girl he has loved since his fifth year in school, he has been on a spiraling down fall. He has went from the smart, collected guy to you say one wrong word its lights out. COmbined with an exessive amount of alcohol intake. lets just say he wasn't doing good. Right in this moment he has quit his job, and now fighting whoever is dumb enough to take him on in fighting... But truth be told it is better money than his bartending job.

Smirking he watched the man swing for him once more only to miss. Chris new it was time to end it. With a sly smile he thought to himself as he acted. 'Punch, breath, punch, breath, kick." with that kick he hit him in the side of the face sending a combination of spit and blood out of his appoinents mouth, along with him falling to the ground. Shaking his head he looked at the black gloves they were both wearing, along with no shoes, something he made a rule, he shook his head and spit on the ground next to his feet."My money." chris said sternly holding out his hand as all the people dropped bills and coins, a smile on his face. "Thank you thank you." Before he had the chance to say anything he heard a dark skinned man step in the center of the circle.

"DO we have any more willing to take on the so far undifeated-" Cris cut him off shaking his head. "No more today. This was my fifth fight, I cant do anymore." He protested before his head perked up and shot over the top of the other people, he was six foot three foot four, it wasn't a hard dead for him to do. Time his eyes went off of the crowd someone on the street of Hogsmeade stood out. Connor. Growling threw his teeth he just stood there clinching his fists. "I am threw for the day." he said breaking threw the crowd magically making jeans, tennis shoes and a button up shirt appear on his body as he made his way over to his brother. "Connor." was all he said[/center][/size]

[connor]

Connor shook his head from thoughts, taking a drag on his newly lit cigarette he watched a group of people urging on a fight. How pathetic. They fought amongst themselves, at least Connor was fighting for something. He was proving his loyalty to bellatrix each day, and now that he was guiding Lily he was sure to score amazing brownie points. As long as lily kept in hiding and did what she was told, she'd live whilst making Connor a rather faithful, loyal man. And Connor didn't even bother with his worries over money and such. He was merely happy to be doing something to boost him up. Who would pass up a chance like this?

He took a few more drags as his brother began to come from the center of the circle. Interesting. Had his brother just been defeated? Currently, he didn't really see much harm. Perhaps he was just standing inner the circle to cheer his companion on. But clearly as he place his clothes back on not. He took the last few drags of the cigarette, before throwing it to the ground and crossing his arms as chris approached. He kept the small smirk in place. He wished to tell his brother that he was hiding lily, but where would be the fun in that? When he could toy with the youngest peace's mind.

"Chris." he replied, wondering how to strike up a conversation. "If your looking for your girlfriends killer, your not going to find him there mate. Try the ministry? Or perhaps the Potter household?" he qued in."Oh wait, i forget your too weak to imply revenge for someone killing someone you loved. Shame she's going to be six feet under." he paused giving a fake sympathetic tone. "What a waste really."

[kaitlin]

Chris was well, changed. He was no longer that shy, insecure boy who everyone seemed to know so well. Not know. Not ever again. If only someone would have let him know about Lily’s fake death. But no. He is walking around thinking that her own damned father killed her, which completely outraged him. Defiantly since he always looked up to Mr. Potter. Always thought he was a good man, a role model. Not anymore, now he wanted him dead. And Chris didn’t just want him dead, he wants Harry to suffer a very painful death.

Shaking his head he gritted his teeth, and balled his fist slightly as he listened to his brother mention of his girlfriend’s murderer. Shaking his head he looked down at his left arm thinking about what he had already did with his life since learning about her death and falling into that raged, almost evil state that he is in now. “Ha, you don’t know what I will and wil not do Connor. I am not the little boy you use to torment. I have changed a lot…And even more in the past few weeks.” HE said still gritting his teeth as he looked at his brother and smirked. “Oh and i bet this will shock you even more.Guess what brother dearest, were on the same team now.” Christopher spoke holding up his left arm pulling up his sleeve and tapping his wand on his arm revealing the mark he had covered up for the fight.

He seriously had lost it. He wasn’t insane, or mad. Just led by wanting vengeance, but depressed at the same time. Lately he had only been doing a few things, drinking, fighting, and well thinking of how he could get back at the damned Potters for letting harry kill Lily…

[connor]

Connor watched his younger brother walking over. He remembered the times he had kicked this boy to his heart content. He wasn't part of the family. At first Connor had believed he wasn't anything special. Just another muggle boy. He remembered the taunt he used to use on Chris and he had enjoyed just about every moment. And their parents? They never said anything. Connor and his big brother were free to destroy every ounce of confidence his little brother had. And it had worked, by the time his brother had reached hogwarts he was some shy insecure unloved boy. He'd recieved hufflepuff disgracing the family.

He smirked as his brother spoke, clearly agitated by the fact Connor was snooping around Hogsmeade or something. Con had always hated the Potters. He was surprised about just how different Lily had been. He would only admit he'd slept with the girl. While she was in his care at least. You know one thing led to another when alcohol was involved. But now he actually had to help her hide away. His brother spoke breaking his thoughts. "What are you now? Some depresent of some sort? Suicidal? You'll always still be that pathetic little Hufflepuff." Connor replied back in a patranizing tone. Up until he looked down to his brothers arm and a mark apeared.

The mark? Now where would his brother have managed to get that? His smirk fell away and he gazed over it a moment. Potter? Possibly. She had been dating him.... or someone else? If it was Jack then they were still on the wrong team. Jack was plotting against Bellatrix or at least the dark lady had suspicions, he and Lily had wound up talking about it. No one else but the three of them were to know about Lily. Though perhaps the dark lady might allow Chris to know, if he was lucky of course. His eyes gazed back up and he pushed his brothers arms back down. "Now where would you get something like that?" he questioned. "But, i guess this does make us almost equal. Just don't be a fool like pathetic potter. I don't think the dark lady will keep you alive as long as she did with Potter." his smirk reappeared. Now this, was interesting.

[kaitlin]

Oh how would you describe Christopher Wyatt Peace at the moment? Depressed, yes, suicidal, no, revenge drove, yes… Going crazy, defiantly. Lately things in his life were going completely insane. He had nothing anymore. He was moving from girl to girl. Not in relationships, but for once in his life he was sleeping around, and I mean massively. He slept with a few people older, a few fifth and sixth years…He was doing anything he could to try to get his mind off of everything that has happened, but it was just making thing worse.

Shaking his head he looked at his brother and shook his head slightly as he chuckled, ignoring the tone he was using. Chris wasn’t scared of his brother anymore. Not for a long time now actually. “Ha, does that sound like me… When I was younger maybe… But now. No I am find and dandy brother dearest.” He said with sarcasms feeling his voice as he watched his brother look down at his arm, only to push it down and Chris just smirked tapping on his arm with the wand making it disappear, well not really all it did was camouflage it, something that cam in handy at school, and when he fought.

Listening to Connor he just took a deep breath. “I got that from your boss Con. And Lily, she wasn’t pathetic, you didn’t know her. You didn’t know her like I did, and pathetic was something she wasn’t” His voice for once in his life actually cold…And slightly intimidating, to Connor probably not, but there was a defiant change going on within Chris.

[connor]

It was clear something odd was going on with his brother. If he had joined the death eaters, that meant they were supposed to get along, blah like they would. They never had and probably never will. Sure Chris might have grew some muscles but he would still always be that little pathetic boy he and his elder brother used to push around. Although, there would always be a chance that Connor would respect him, but it would take a lot, and proving he was loyal to the dark lady would have been a start.He unfolded his arms, and pulled out his cigs. Ok so what if he was a chain smoker. He put one to his lips and pulled out his wand and lit it up. Returning all back to their places and taking a drag.

His coy smirk remained in place as he listened up to his little brother. "Sure you are" he muttered giving a quick roll of his eyes. He took another drag, breathing out the toxic smoke. "You'll never make something of yourself. Even if you do start fights in the street." he gestured to where the group of people had been. "So what do you want little brother, a medal? or a welcome party for actually trying to be a man, of course ill offer both as long as you leave me something decent in your will when she pops you off. Im sure the dark lady would love to see the memories of you" he gave a cruel cold chuckle, taking another drag.

He couldn't help but shake his head on the verge of laughter. "of course i knew lily. I worked with her here and there. She even moved in" he smirked, "oh... and if i remember vaguely, i slept with her." he paused. "i can see why you chose her though, she's fairly pretty, and pretty good in bed. Or is it a new fetish to sleep with pregnant girls?"