A/N/Warning: This story is a series of one-shots, about Ami McKinnon's life. I've tried writing a story, but I just couldn't do it. Some parts were very easy to write, and others very difficult. This is going to be the collection of ideas I've thought through.
There will be spoilers for the series, but if you don't want to be spoiled, I suggest you not read fanfiction.
Disclaimer: Last I checked, I wasn't J.K. Rowling. If I switched places with her and am unaware of this fact, please tell me, because that would make me very happy. As far as I know, I only own Ami.
Running. Hurry. Hurry! Fast, must escape. Must get away. They're chasing me. They want to hurt me. Must run away.
Ami ran through the forest, her four long legs eating up the ground in quick, hurried strides. The wind whipped through her dark red fur. She dared not glance behind, in fear that it would slow her down and cause her to be caught. She instead focused on the forest ahead, leaping over fallen trees and changing her direction as quickly as she could.
The small group of Snatchers followed the red wolf. They surmised it was her. It had to be, no other wolf could be that shade of red, or run with such purpose. The group of dingy men had been searching the woods for months, looking for the one animagus whose head would fetch a lovely price if caught. Amilea McKinnon, friend and ally of Harry Potter, and daughter of one of the Dark Lord's most pesky enemies. Why, if she had been a boy, and born only two months later, She could've been the "Chosen one."
Ami kept on running, her ears swiveling behind her as she heard the footsteps softening. They were falling behind! She didn't let up her pace, but instead pushed on even faster. Ami didn't stop until she couldn't even scent the dirty men anymore. She morphed back into her Human form and backed up against a tree as she desperately tried to catch her breath and quiet her pounding heart. She put her hand over her heart, as if that would muffle its sound and more fully hide her. She felt the heated metal of her locket, and smiled slightly, finding comfort in the golden heart. Ami pulled her wand from its place in her boot and focused on a new destination. "Thank goodness I grabbed my bag…" She whispered, just about to apparate away when a large hand ripped her familiar Cherry wand out of her grasp. The large hands pinned Ami's arms to her side and locked her to the tree.
"Going somewhere, missy?" The gruff voice spoke, the stench of alcohol and body odor reaching out to Ami as if it were a hungry monster.
Ami, calling upon her best acting skills, put on a wide-eyed and innocent face. "N-no…" She whispered, her voice wavering as she met the dull brown eyes of her captor.
He was a rather large man, towering over Ami's 5'7" height. He had long, dirty brown hair and was in need of a shave. His clothes were dingy and frayed, as if he had been wearing them for months. The dirt caked on his arms and neck was a clear sign that he hadn't bathed in at least a week.
"Eh! Jules! We got 'er!" The man growled loudly, breaking into a toothy grin. Ami recoiled from the smell of his breath. Judging by the yellowing, this man obviously needed a toothbrush and some mints.
A smaller man, Jules, apparently, walked up. He looked Ami over, a wicked gleam in his eyes. The other man tossed her wand to him and he paused, looking over it.
"Well, well. May I ask why such a pretty girl is out here in the forest all alone?" He looked up, and let Ami get a better look at him. He appeared a bit cleaner than the other, as if he was of higher importance, and could afford such luxuries as a bar of soap.
"I'm out camping, with my father." Ami replied, still putting on her frightened face. If she was lucky, she could pass off as an innocent girl.
"And where's your tent?" Jules asked, raising an eyebrow as he scanned the empty clearing.
"I was just packing up." Ami replied, motioning to her bag. If opened, she knew it would only contain supplies commonly found on campers. She had nothing to hide. Nothing in there would give her away.
"Where's your dad?" Jules asked, looked at her suspiciously, still smirking.
"He went to the town nearby, to get supplies." Ami replied coolly, really disliking the number of questions. Sure, she had a back-up story in case she was caught, but at this rate, she'd need a lot more info. She began thinking ahead in the conversation, figuring out more and more while she waited for the next question.
Jules looked Ami up and down, as the bigger man looked at him with a dazed expression. "You think we 'ave the wrong girl?" He asked thickly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What's your name, girlie?" Jules ignored the other man, and instead re-focused to Ami.
"Ann Taylor." Ami replied, after a slight pause. She tried to make it seem as if she was debating telling them, when in reality she was switching Elizabeth, her first choice as a first name, to Ann.
"And your father?" Jules asked, not changing his facial expression whatsoever.
"Daniel. Daniel Taylor." Ami replied.
"Mmm-Hmm. On you two are on holiday? Where's your mum?"
"She's visiting my grandmother in the country." Ami answered, finding it difficult to keep her charade of wide-eyed innocence with the barrage of questions. She was wondering how she could get out of this, and debated grabbing her wand and making an insane dash for it. Her logic told her that this was a bad idea at the present time, but maybe if she waited….
"Alright, let me see your bag." Jules spoke, breaking her train of thought. Ami handed over the bag quickly, wondering if this meant what she thought it meant.
"Well, there seems to be nothing incriminating in here, and your story sounds believable." Jules said, closing her bag after thoroughly searching it. Ami watched him, hardly believing that they would just let her go.
"In fact, if we didn't have this, I would have believed you, Ami." Jules replied, holding up her golden locket. He smirked at the red-head as the bigger man laughed darkly, tugging on her arm harshly.
"How'd you get that?" Ami growled angrily, cursing mentally as her hand subconsciously flew to her throat. The golden chain was gone.
Jules didn't reply, but instead turned over the locket, his eyes glancing over the inscription. "To Ami, Happy 17th." He spoke the words aloud, with emphasis on 'Ami'. He flipped it over again, where the inscription "If you asked me how many times you have crossed my mind, I would say once, because you never really left…" danced around the perimeter of the heart shape.
"How sweet. Your boyfriend'll never see you again, dearie." Jules replied, smirking and walking closer to Ami, his cold blue eyes meeting her furious hazel ones. Ami let go of her control with a flash, kicking and thrashing as she tried to escape the bigger man's grasp. Jules, appearing amused, stunned Ami with her own wand.
"To the Ministry?" The bigger man asked, smirking. "Pretty price she'll fetch, 'eh?"
"No. I received word last night that we are to send her to the Malfoy Manor. It's the new headquarters, and she's of enough importance. The others are still looking, gather them up."
"But…Boss, wha' 'bout 'er?" He motioned to Ami, just then recovering from the stunning.
"Leave her, I'll tie her up." Jules replied, waving his hand dismissively as he twirled her wand.
"'kay." The man put Ami down, and the moment he let go, she sprung up in retaliation. Jules responded by stunning her again and conjuring ropes to tie her to the tree. "Nice try, now if I were you, I'd sit tight and not cause problems."
Ami said nothing, and instead fumed in silence, devising many plans to escape, each more ridiculous and far-fetched than the last.
After what seemed like hours, but was in actuality only a few moment of sitting on the damp forest floor, the larger man returned with two others. One was tall and skinny, with messy hair and way too much facial hair. The second was of average size, with a ponytail and duct tape holding his t-shirt together.
"What a pathetic group." Ami muttered, a bit disgusted with herself for being caught by such imbeciles.
"What was that?" Ponytail said, his face contorting in rage as he kicked Ami in the shin. "Watch your mouth!"
"Easy Peter, don't damage the merchandise." Jules replied, seemingly bored with the entire operation. "Let's go."
Ami was yanked to her feet, held by the older man, and felt the familiar jerk as she apparated alongside the motley group. She knew that she was doomed, seeing as there was no chance of escaping now that Jules had tucked her wand in his coat pocket. The other three might have wands too, and she'd just be stunned again.
Once Ami could see again, she saw a large, dark manor ahead, blocked by the group with wrought-iron gates. A white peacock strutted along the top of the hedge fence and Ami scoffed. "No wonder Malfoy's so messed up. He lives with a bloody peacock!"
"Quiet you." Ponytail said, as a House Elf let them inside.
I thought Dobby was their House Elf? Did they get another? Ami though, confused. She shook her head to clear her mind as the man holding her pushed her forward, causing her to trip. She glared at him and walked on, into the looming house.
As they entered the dreary house, Ami knew only one thing. She was going to need a whole lot of luck to get out of this.
A/N This takes place in the middle of DH. Before Harry and the others are caught. I tried to make it different than their capture, but there's only so much to work with. Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed it, would you mind pressing that little button below and telling me why? If you hated it, also press that button and tell me why. I enjoy any and all reviews. I know it's a cliffhanger, but I'll probably have the next part up soon, under this story as well.