I do not own Harry Potter. I only own Eva and Sarah.
Story Start
"Why are we going to this party again?" Eva asked her friend, Sarah, who was dragging her down the London streets to Sarah's acquaintance's house where a big party was being thrown, supposedly.
"We're going to this party because you need to live a little. I know you don't know hardly anybody in this city since you came here to work in the museum, but you are 25 years old, you need to live. I thought Americans knew how to have fun," Sarah shouted playfully to her unimpressed friend. She took in the sight of Eva, who had long dark brown hair, light grey eyes, and a tan complexion. She was wearing her oxfords, skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a grey blazer. "You also need to dress better," Sarah quipped and laughed when Eva smacked her.
"Sarah, you haven't even told me what kind of party this is," Eva snapped as she marveled at the fact that her friend could still practically run in high heels. She would have already tripped and cracked open her face if she wore those horrid monstrosities.
"Just a nice little get together with people our age," Sarah said not giving a complete answer.
"So you mean a party full of getting wasted, smoking questionable things, and rolling around in a bed with someone you just met five minutes ago if that," Eva said and rolled her eyes.
"But that's what we're supposed to do," Sarah teased with a wink.
"Maybe you are, but I would happily sit in my apartment, read that new book I bought, and drink some chai tea," Eva said and once again tried to pull her hand away from her friend's death grip. "You would think with all of the exercise I do that I could get free from you," she growled.
"I glued our hands together, just kidding, you just don't want to make me fall since I'm wearing heels and I could get hurt," Sarah said batting her eyes before shouting happily that they had arrived.
Eva took in the sight of the seedy looking warehouse at the edge of the city. "We are not going in there," Eva said and pulled away from her friend.
"Come on, it's safe. All the cool parties happen here," Sarah whined. "Please let's just go inside," she said softly as she grabbed her friend's hand again. "You won't make me go in alone would you?" she asked and gave her friend a puppy dog look.
"Fine, but if it looks like anything illegal is happening, I'm dragging you out of there by your hair if I have to," Eva grumbled as she and Sarah walked into the dimly lit warehouse. Little candles and a few lights were spread throughout the building, but the women had not seen anyone just yet. Sarah went to call out for the others, but Eva stopped her with a hand over her mouth.
Sarah went to pull it off but stopped at the serious look on her friend's face. Eva gently pushed Sarah behind her and motioned for her to take off her shoes and hold them. Eva looked around a corner and froze at the sight of people in black robes and skeletal masks pointing sticks at a group of screaming and crying people. Different Latin phrases and colorful blasts flew from the sticks and attacked the huddled people.
"Sarah, back up slowly, turn around, and run as fast as you can," Eva whispered softly as she started to back up. "Now," she hissed as she and Sarah turned around to race out of the warehouse. Eva would pull out her phone as soon as they were a distance away from the warehouse, but she wouldn't risk the light drawing attention.
"Where do you think you're going?" a deep voice growled as a large hairy man with yellow glowing eyes stepped out from a dark corner in front of the two women. Sarah screamed and stopped running, but Eva rushed forward and punched the man in the face, breaking his nose. The man roared in anger as the girls ran around him.
"Don't stop," Eva shouted to Sarah, who was whimpering the entire time they ran. Eva jumped over a blast of light that almost hit her, but instead it hit and charred a wall ahead of them. Eva was almost outside of the warehouse when she heard Sarah scream in pain. She turned back and saw Sarah bound in ropes wallowing on the warehouse floor. She went to run and help her, but two arms wrapped around her waist from behind, trapping her arms to her sides.
"Bring them too," a different male voice ordered before using the stick to send another blast of light in Eva's face, knocking her unconscious.
Sarah's soft crying was what woke Eva up who knows how much later. Her head was ringing and her eyes were blurry as she tried to figure out where she was. She looked to her right and saw Sarah sitting near the other people from the warehouse, who were either unconscious or whimpering in fear.
"Sarah," Eva whispered as she was still trying to regain coherence. Her headache was slowly diminishing, but her vision was still blurry. "Sarah," she said again a little louder.
"Oh god, Eva, you're all right," Sarah immediately cried as she rushed over to her friend, but she hesitated to touch her. "How do you feel?" she whispered.
"Weird," Eva muttered closing her eyes since the blurriness was not dissipating.
"They did something to you. I don't know what they did, but they were saying all this stuff in Latin while waving a little stick around you. Some weird trail of light was coming out of the stick and wrapping around your body. Also, the light kind of looked like a serpent," Sarah told her friend while looking at her worriedly.
Eva tried to move and frowned when her body wouldn't go anywhere. She kept her eyes shut since they headache became worse whenever they were open. Turning her head to Sarah, she tried to shake her wrists again, but it didn't budge.
"They chained you up to the wall," Sarah said sadly before she started whimpering again and she tried to touch her friend again, but the serpent of light appeared out of Eva's stomach and snapped at her.
