Fallen Magic
Chapter One: Mysterious Savior
There seemed to be no danger as one certain bubble-gum pink haired witch strolled across the plains of Trachoma Forest. In fact the only thing that seemed threatening were the dark, grey clouds that lingered in the skies above. Her eyes glanced up at the clouds that threatened to pour water on her; her thoughts were currently focused on a certain werewolf: Remus Lupin.
Once again Nymphadora Tonks was at a loss of what to do about her current, and what seemed like forever, love. He had confused her as of recently and at the same time angered her. Why could he not see that she loved him for who he was, and that she was more unsafe without him by her side? Did he really fear hurting her that much? Even so, she thought, she was a highly skilled Auror and could defend herself.
"Trapped yourself this time didn't you Traitor!" An eerie voice shrilled through the windy atmosphere.
"What?" Tonks turned to see her assailant and recognized none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, her unfortunate cousin.
Bellatrix raised her wand and cried out "Crucio!"
The spell hit Tonks square in the chest. A horrible scream emitted from the woman as she suffered from the pain. Bellatrix shrilled with laughter and continued the torture of her cousin. Seeing as Bellatrix was a Death Eater, she felt it necessary to kill one of the members of the Order of the Phoenix. After all, they had caused her Lord so much trouble as of recently.
Tonks screams continued as did the horrible laughter. Lighting crashed and the rain came pouring down. All hoped seemed lost for Tonks until another spell was cast and knocked Bellatrix' wand out of her hand.
"What?!" The bewildered witch looked around for her attacker and cried out "Accio Wand!" Her wand swiftly returned to her hand.
Bellatrix' eyes scanned her surroundings and quickly stared down at her cousin.
"Expelliarmus!" She pointed the wand towards Tonks before she would retaliate with her own magic, and then cried out "Reducto", causing Tonks' body to fly and slam against a tree.
She then returned her attention to the darkness of the woods.
"Come out whoever you are! Are you afraid of Ms. Lestrange? Is that it?" She raved on like a mad woman.
"Fear is not something I have for you." A gentle voice spoke and another spell hit Bellatrix, knocking her to the floor.
"Why you!" Bellatrix lifted herself up and found that her assailant had finally shown themselves. "Who are you?"
A figure clad in a white-hooded robe stood near Tonks' body. The hooded character then lifted its' hand to lower its' hood. A girl with ebony, midnight black hair which spiked slightly at the end, appeared.
"I suppose it's none of your business." The girl smirked. "Stupefy!" The spell hit Bellatrix before she could recuperate. "Leave!"
"Foolish child! Do you not know who I am!? I am the most faithful Death Eater to Lord Voldemort!" The evil witch shouted with a crazy smile played on her lips, but the mysterious girl simply smirked.
"How very nice, would you like a ribbon for such an accomplishment?" The girl sarcastically replied and threw another spell at the mortified witch.
This time Bellatrix dodged the attack and sent a green flash towards the girl. Perhaps the little brat would learn something if she were dead, thought Bellatrix. The girl side stepped and narrowly missed the killing curse.
"Zaprathia!" The girl cried out and a powerful bolt of lightning struck down the estranged witch.
She fell to the floor in defeat, and this gave the young witch a cue to walk over to her. She stood over the burnt body and was relieved to see that she had not killed her. Even though she was a Death Eater, she did not want anyone's blood on her hands.
"Leave here." The girls' voice spoke with command.
Bellatrix snarled but followed the girls orders with due haste and vanished into a cloud of darkness.
The white cloaked girl turned her attention to the limp body of Tonks and hoped that she was also alive. She had been strolling in the woods when she had heard her screams of pain. The rain fell hard and her cloak felt heavier. She ran to the body and felt for a pulse, but to her surprise the pink-haired witch was still conscious.
"Who...are you?" Tonks groaned.
"I'm Arcia…Arcia Moonsway." And with that Tonks fainted.
"Well so much for introductions." Arcia sighed and began to heal her new acquaintance as best she could.
Stars sprinkled the midnight sky; the moon shone brightly which was fortunate for Arcia, who was now carrying Tonks on her back. She had cast a spell to make Tonks a bit lighter for the journey ahead and thanked the heavens that she had learned the spell. The soil below was very damp and did not help the progress of travel, but Arcia's destination was near and did not complain. What did run through her thoughts was any reason a Death Eater would have to personally assassinate the woman she now carried on her back. She had reasonable conclusions, but none could be easily proved. She sighed and decided she would have an answer from the woman herself.
"What a day." Arcia made her way towards a stone wall.
The young girl stood staring at the wall, and just as it seemed to be a normal stone wall, it began to move. The ground shook little as the stone slid gracefully to the side. A smile appeared on the girls' lips. Home sweet home was all that went through her mind as the warm light poured out of the entrance. It was a nice welcome from the cold night that lay outside.
She walked in and cast another spell to close the wall behind; for all she knew another pursuer was well on their way. Once done with the necessary precautions, she placed Tonks down on a very comfortable, cushioned mat that lay on the floor. For being a cave, it was rather cozy and quite spacious. No pictures graced the walls, but many maps, articles and other curious charts did. The kitchen area could hardly be called that, seeing as it was rather nonexistent, other than a table, chair, and storage for food.
Arcia was restless going back and forth throughout her hideout. She had tended to all of Tonks' wounds but she could not rush her into waking up. She sat for what seemed hours, yet Tonks still slept peacefully. Few hours of night remained and the young witch's attention was waning; she was weary from the days' events. Soon enough Arcia gave into sleep on her very uncomfortable arm chair.