The Will of Three Muggles
By: Amelia Malfoy
It was a normal day, like any other, . . . well, it was if you didn't count the recent murders. The authorities, of course, tried to cover up what happened with, "It's definitely a homicide." But my friends and I know better than to believe that.
You see, each of the victims of this "homicide" was found with a scar shaped relatively like a lightning bolt on their forehead. We ask ourselves, "Now what in the world could have caused that?"
I stood in our favorite clearing in a forest near my home in England, thinking about this mystery. My two best friends, Melisa Clearwater and Jasmine Ferguson, stood a few meters away from me, also, clearly, deep in thought. I know I speak for all of us when I saw we all knew something new, strange, and, perhaps, even slightly dangerous was about to happen . . . What we didn't know, is that it would involve us.
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"We should really get going, my mum will become worried sometime soon if we don't" I said.
"Yeah, sure" said Jasmine, in an offhand sort of voice.
Melisa, on the other hand, didn't respond, as we began walking home.
"Hey Mel!" I said trying to get her attention, "Has Penelope told you where she goes to school yet?"
"That brought them back to earth" I thought, due to the fact they were both now paying attention.
Now you might ask, "Why wouldn't her sister tell her what school she goes to?" Well, to tell you the truth, we don't know, but we are always asking Penelope(when she's home from school) and her parents where she goes. The only answer we get is a private boarding school a few hours north of here. Generally, the Clearwaters are really nice people, but this secret of theirs keeping from us is driving us crazy.
"No, I can't believe she won't tell me! Moreover, she's being extremely secretive. I was in her room this morning, looking for another novel to read, and she came in, and when she saw me, she went crazy. I mean, she yelled at me, . . . it's almost as if she's afraid I'll find something. I thought it might have something to do with her school, so when she went to the store with my parents this afternoon, I tried to sneak into her room. And guess what happened" she said, practically out of breath.
"What?"
"Her room door was locked"
"What?!" I asked incredulously, "But I thought she didn't even have a lock on her door!"
"She didn't! Now I really want to know what school she goes to, and perhaps even what they teach . . ."
We continued homeward in silence.
When we got to my house, I told them to wait a minute, and I was going to ask if they could eat over and spend the night.
My mum and dad agreed under the condition we were in the house by, at least, midnight.
We walked over to their houses and asked their parents, in turn, and they agreed.
After we had dinner, we went up to my room and played cards and board games. Our favorite card game was Pitch, but with the fact being there weren't enough people, we turned to Blackjack . . . Of course, we didn't use real money for betting, we created chips and used those. We just played for fun. We played Monopoly, and Battle Ship, too. We had video games, but we don't like those very much.
It was 9:56 P.M. when we finally became bored.
"I want to go to the forest, you guys wanna come?" I said.
"Sure" they chorused.
We told my parents where we were going("Be back by midnight"), and walked to the clearing.
We were lying in the grass when suddenly, as if out of nowhere, we heard screams. This frightened us completely.
"What was that?!" yelled Jasmine in alarm.
"I don't know!" I said, "Let's go find out, shall we?"
"Yeah" said Melisa.
We ran as quickly as possible toward York Village, a small community of people who settled there, after the Revolutionary War with America, . . . we assumed that was where the screams were coming from.
When we reached the edge of the forest, and looked down upon the village(for the forest ended on a slightly high cliff, overlooking it), we stopped and just gapped at it, we couldn't believe out eyes.
The village was a mess, buildings were torn to shreds as though they were nothing more than paper, some were on fire, children were crying, people were dashing right and left, most heading toward the forest as fast as they could, and a few people we saw were either chasing them
or, . . . laughing.
"I don't believe it" I uttered in total disbelief, "Do you guys see what I see?"
"Maybe, what do you see?" said Melisa.
"An awful scene"
"That's what I see, and I don't believe it. What's happening?" she asked a woman who was running past us.
The woman stopped, took one glance at us and said, "Oh no! You're Muggles! Come, we must get out of here! They'll kill you if they find you, the ministry is on it's way! Don't worry, they'll handle it, but we must leave now!"
We were rooted on the spot. Muggles? . . . Who'll kill us? . . . Ministry? . . . What on earth was this woman talking about?
"Do you guys know what she's talking about?" I said without glancing at them.
"I haven't a clue" they each said in turn
"So, what do you guys wanna do?" said Jasmine, "I think we should go see if we can help those people in any way . . . I just hope they're all not as crazy as that one woman"
"Yeah, that's what I think we should do. How 'bout you Crystal?"
"Kay, let's go" I said.
We ran toward the village and continued running until we were in the middle of it.
"Now what?" I asked, hoping they might actually know.
"I don't know" said Melisa.
Suddenly we realized we were being surrounded. Every one of those people had their faces hidden behind a mask.
"Well, well, well, look at what we have here." Said one of them from behind us, "Muggles. And to whom do we owe this pleasure?" he said.
We turned around to face him, and gasped in horror. This one didn't have a mask on("He doesn't need one" I thought suddenly, and smiled a little) . . . His eyes were like those of a snake's, slits, and they were blood red. His face was a pale white, and slightly boney.
"Tre ya vas stu da ma sero, quanto bestio" I said quietly to my friends. It was our secret language, and I had told them he didn't need a mask . . . he was horrifying enough already. They each let out a small amount of laughter. If you looked at the man's face at that time, you would be able to tell he was confused.
Even though I had confused him with that statement, he and the people around him laughed momentarily, and then he spoke again, . . . When he did, the others became quiet immediately, and so we assumed he was their leader.
"Tell me, Muggles," he began, with a voice full of poisonous laughter, "What is your purpose of being here? You weren't here before, why come now? If you're wondering how I know you weren't before, it's because you're not screaming bloody murder like the other Muggles here."
They laughed again.
Strictly out of spite, I boldly stepped forward, and in a voice full of a kind of hatred I have never before known, said, "You." And then just to make him angry, I looked toward the sky, and yelled, "BLOODY MURDER!" When I showed him my face again, I revealed to him a shrewd, satisfied smile.
"They aren't laughing now" I thought happily. I looked at
each of my friends, and was delighted to see a smile dawning upon their faces, too. This let me know one thing overall, . . . We were in this together, and that made me feel a lot stronger.
"So, you are daring. Yes, I see that now . . ." he said, and was just about to continue, when Melisa stepped forward, and said, "Well, it most certainly took you long enough!" This time, it was her turn to have a voice full of laughter.
The three of us let out a laugh that rang through the silence. We, then, looked at his, and the expression upon it told us he was, in no way, pleased with our actions. That made us happier.
"As I was saying, . . . You are daring, yes, but you are also foolish, and your foolishness could, and will, get you killed" he said, "In fact, in a way, it already has. I can kill you at any moment I wish, and . . ."
Once again he was cut off, but this time it wasn't just by one of us, we all began speaking at the same time, we all spoke the same words, with the same rhythm, and all fear inside of us died away at that moment, for it was then, and only then, that we realized who, and what we were.
"You, nor anyone else, can kill us, or harm us in any way. Our power, is to much for even you, top of the class, Tom Riddle, to comprehend. Each of us, alone could destroy a galaxy at will, but would we? . . . Never." We said all of this with powerful conviction, for somehow, we knew it was true.
"Though we do not know where our power comes from, we do know this, . . . We are not only invincible, but we are immortal. Yes, Tom Riddle, that is correct, we are immortal, the one thing you have tried unsuccessfully to achieve. How, you might ask, is it possible for us to achieve immortality, when you have tried for years, and have failed? The answer to that question is simply . . . Greed. Your desire for power has kept you from immortality, . . . and the fact that you have murdered many in hopes to obtain it. Even in your childhood, you were destructive. You first killed at the age of sixteen. Look deep within yourself, . . . Are you really worthy of immortality?"
At first, he was dumbfounded by what we said, but he recovered his act quickly at said, "Are the siamese triplets done now?" The death-eaters' laughter rang out, but was slightly unsteady. They were nervous. Voldemort continued, "Because I think it's time to teach you a little lesson about respect"
"Yes" we said, unafraid.
"Any last words?" He said in a voice that stated, clearly, he was trying to taunt us.
"Yes," we said, being slightly inclined to laugh, "We advise you to leave, or we will be forced to bestow upon you the universe's punishment."
Laughter.
"Lord Voldemort obeys no one!" He said, practically laughing at our rash threat. Just as he began to raise his wand, we turned toward each other, and began speaking rapidly. What was strange about this was the fact that we were all speaking separate incantations, but they seemed to work together to create one spell.
Jasmine: "Drela vastu carmatha clatoa
Beco dama sufwa blance
Cana Secre draya belna . . ."
Melisa: "Freyo dalma siempo clatha meyo
Demayo patha me sufwardcwa
Glatio pana swero tua . . ."
Crystal: "Dramya catu dansamrey pona
Cana supro dra aya carma
Keno sapo dalamei tounsa . . ."
We were speaking some other language, too, . . . It was the universe's language, not our own. And though we didn't know exactly what we were saying, we knew what we were doing. Jasmine was calling elements of the earth, Melisa was calling upon the elements of the universe, and I, Crystal Dewinter, was calling upon the deities.
We knew it was ancient magic, and Voldemort knew it, too. For the look on his face showed he was positively horrified, . . . His magic was of no use against us.
We spoke, and as we did, a silvery-white mist surrounded us and the village. The moon was directly above us . . . it was midnight. "Oh great," I thought, still saying the incantation, "Now Mum and Dad are going to be extremely angry, I mean, come now, would they really believe the truth if we told them? . . . Yeah Right"
Surprisingly, Voldemort and the death-eaters stayed where they were as we spoke . . . I had a feeling they weren't doing it willingly, . . . And I was right. It was easy to see the death-eaters continuously struggle to move, but Voldemort had long since given up.
The continued like that for what seemed like hours(though it actually took only about fifteen minutes), when all of a sudden we stopped, and when we did, everyone around us(including us), fell to the ground. I struggled to raise myself to a standing position, and as I was doing that, I noticed Voldemort in the corner of my right eye.
"You'll pay for this Muggle" he said with as much strength as possible, and then he apparated.