I Dare You to Snatch My Heart
A Scabior Fanfiction
Disclaimer: We all know I'm not J.K, savvy?
A/N Review please! I decided to write this cause who doesn't 3 our sarcastic smirking snatcher!
Ch.1 A Wedding Well Avoided
It was dark outside. I didn't really know why I had decided to go into the woods alone because it was a really stupid thing to do. I pulled my wand from my back pocket and whispered a small light spell but I still could not see more than a few feet ahead of me. Why was I in the forest on a cold November night when the Dark Lord is in existence and when I am all alone, you may ask? I was supposed to get married this evening. I am a runaway bride.
5:00 A.M earlier that day
"Cleo….Cleo…Cleo get up!"
I opened my eyes to be greeted with the unpleasant sight of my Auntie Roberta, before she had put on her makeup. She didn't really look that good with it on either. Rubbing my eyes and glancing at the clock on the far side of my room, I saw that it was only bloody 5:00.
"What d'ya want" I said my words slurring with fatigue.
"You to get married today" Auntie said wearing a sickly sweet fake smile, her usual.
Oh Merlin! I had forgotten my own wedding day! I refused to really consider it to be a wedding, for wedding were meant for two people who loved each other. I didn't love him and I was sure that he didn't love me either. Besides, I was too young to get married.
Curse stupid Roberta! Mum's sickness meant nothing to her, but money did. If I married Samuel Arnold Tunamen the third, than she wouldn't have to pay for the potions keeping Mum out of St. Mungo's. I mean, truly, who has the last name of a smelly fish? Soon that will be my name, Cleopatria Andrea Tunamen. Revolting! Plopping back down into the deep lovely abyss of my comforter, I wished that it would all go away. It didn't.
"Cleo you useless lazy girl, be grateful that I have done this for you. Who else would have married you?"
"Hmmm," I said, "maybe someone who loves me!" By now my voice was loud and strong, practically yelling. But I didn't want Mum to hear us, to find out what was really behind this wedding. She thought that I truly loved Samuel. I don't know how, for every time I looked at the man, I felt like sicking all over his leather shiny shoes. But he had the money and I loved Mum. What a match made in heaven! Auntie Roberta then yanked my arm, sending me topping out of bed. For a pathetic stick of a person, my Auntie was pretty strong.
"Come dear," she said "let's get you ready." Her pet names meant nothing. Aunt Roberta hated me because I was a- "Are you coming sweetie?" she cooed, her eyes saying "if you don't come I'll hex you" Grumbling I swept my waist length hair into a pony tail with a band I always kept on my wrist. Do you know hard that is! I had wanted to cut it but Roberta made me keep it long for the wedding. She was the one who arranged the whole thing. I hadn't spoken over ten words to Tunamen and had only met him once. I was getting married to this man, bonded for life! I had spent many a night crying over my fate and wishing for Mum to get better, wishing for something that would never happen.
Auntie looked impatient and on the brink of furious. How long does it take to get ready for a wedding? Surely not long enough to wake me up at the crack 'o dawn!
Merlin was I wrong!
They, being my aunt and a few of her squawking friends, hit me with cleaning spells, curling charms, skin brightening potions, teeth whitening potions. They picked and powdered and gossiped and gabbled until my head was spinning and I just wanted to scream. I was only allowed a small break for lunch but then they started to lecture me about being a bride. "Walk slowly up the aisle" or "do what your husband tells you to do" is all I heard for the next few hours before they spun me into a plain white room with a full length mirror and chair. I walked up to the mirror and saw someone who was not me, this person was beautiful. My dress pooled to ground and was laced with a Victorian corset and off the shoulder sleeves that flowed down to my wrists. My hair which was normally a sunny blonde was now charmed to be a pale blonde that almost matched my dress. My eyes were almost clear of makeup and my freckles on my nose were nonexistent. Sitting down on the chair and sighing, I tried to hold back tears but one stray drop slid down my cheek and onto the floor. I felt weak but mum probably felt worse. I grasped the small golden chain on my neck and closed my eyes. Mum had given me this necklace on my sixteenth birthday. It was a gold pendant with a small pyramid on the end. I was named after the muggle Egyptian queen but I looked and felt nothing like her. She was dark haired, tall, and mysterious. I was just a little blonde with a big temper.
My mum called me to her room a few moments later and I wasn't sure how to face her. I had to pretend to love a man who was dull, snotty, and boring. Patting my hair and straightening my dress, I entered my mother's room feeling nervous.
"Hello Cleo, why don't you look beautiful!" she said from her bed. She looked terrible. There were dark circles under her tired eyes, and she seemed to be the essence of the color gray, but she still smiled and reached out to grasp my hand in her own. I smiled back and tried not to cry.
"Cleo, answer this" she started, looking thoughtful "why are you getting married today?"
I didn't know what to say. I had to flat out lie to her. "I…I…love him, I guess"
"It's all because of this isn't it?" she replied picking up a bottle of her potion and a handful of galleons.
I looked up, shocked. How could she know? I played my part well!
"Now listen Cleopatria, we have little time before the wedding"
"But" I start my eyes widening
"Go to the wedding but as you walk up the aisle turn around and run" she said her hand still holding mine, "Then, apparate back here where you shall find a bag of everything that you shall need by the door. In the bag you find a note explaining everything, how I knew and how I will survive, then run away Cleo, run away"
I lean over and hug her gently tears freely falling now. "Thank you Mum" I choke out, confusion muddling my brain.
"You deserve the stars, Cleo, go get them"
Those were her last words to me before Auntie Roberta called me out of the room and into the crossfire.
I wish that you could have seen Roberta's face when I fled the chapel, Tuna's too. I giggled with giddy delight as I flew down the steps and apparated back home. Grabbing the mentioned bag I slipped into my bathroom where I quickly removed my dress and put on a t-shirt and ripped jeans. I was free! Mum told me not to do anything but change and flee so that Tunamen or Roberta wouldn't catch me. I wanted to tell her goodbye or that I loved her but she wanted me to go so, without another word, I left.
Present time
So here I am now, alone and cold. I sit down at the base of a tree and try to look back at all that has happened. I fear for Mum but I am so relieved that I don't have to marry Tuna face. Pulling my favorite brown leather jacket from out of my bag, I am immediately reminded of Mum and how after I begged countless amounts of times she had finally bought me this jacket that stopped at my ribs and was too expensive for such little material. It smelled of my perfume, an orange, white amber, and golden honey scent that reminded me and mum of summer at the beach. It was freezing now but at least I had a piece of summer with me. Choking back tears, I lean back against the tree and gaze at the moon, shining through the trees. Far in the distance, beyond the woods, I could see a small clearing with a hill perfect for stargazing. My Mum and I loved to go lay beneath the stars and she would tell me the story of each constellation. Wishing for consolation, I stood up and leaving my bag made my way towards the hill. I was almost there when I felt a sharp tug on my pony tail, which I had put up after I left the chapel. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that it had been caught in the branches behind me.
Cursing, I yanked on the hair only to feel even worse pain. I search my pockets for my wand, but I remember, getting a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I left it in my bag which was under the tree. I guess I had to do it the hard way. Bending my arms back at an odd angle, I try to untangle the knots one by one. Before I could even get the first one, I heard a familiar pop.
Someone was apparating, but was to here? I could hear male voices and they sounded close. I could make out the words "serve" and "dead", all I really needed to hear. Frantically searching my pockets again, I felt the cool sharp metal of my dagger, a gift from my muggle grandfather. Just what I needed! Grabbing it quickly, I bring it to the hair just a few centimeters down the back of my neck and cut. I bite my lip as I watch the hair fall to the ground in a rain of gold. I had always wanted a haircut, but I could not help but to feel sad to loose most of my favorite feature. Wasting no time mourning over my new boy cut, I run to the tree and grab the strap of my bag and I hear the voices closer now.
"Shh… you idiots! I think I 'ear somethin'" one voice says
I back into the tree behind me, my heart beating like a drum. What would mum do? Silently fishing my wand out of my bag, I feel prepared to fight.
Then all is silent.
…
"There you are" the voice says, rich with fake kindness. Turning around I curse my stupidity. There was a huge gaping hole in the tree behind me. On the other side of the tree I saw a group of snarling and smirking men and they could see me.
A/N: Well ta ta for now my lovelies! Please review this has been my favorite story ever. Who has found Cleo? What does her mother's note say? Find out soon!