I'm going to continue "Falling in"
Nothing to worry about.
i'm just bored, and need to be able to do multiple stories to Organize (believe it or not.) my thoughts.
Disclaimer:
Owned by Jk.
I just like playing with them...hehe.
Her breath hung in the air. Cold enveloped her as she shook violently. Her back pressed against the abrasive stone wall as she listened for any footsteps in the dungeons. Her eyes closed in fear as she heard the soft step of a heel coming towards her. Her breathing became rapid as she clamped her hand over her mouth.
It was late summer. Her parents were enjoying a drive down through a mountain pass. Trees lined the roads heavily. The sun was setting casting an orange glow. She loved sitting in a window seat with the window down feeling the wind hit her face. The night had a bitter cold that stung her eyes and caused tears to stream from them.
Her eyes widened as she saw a boy on a broomstick, probably not even nineteen. She hit her moms shoulder as the boys silver eyes pierced into hers.
"Mom! There is a boy flying outside the window!" she yelled and her parents laughter died. They turned and looked quickly. She to searched for the boy she saw only moments ago.
"Tate, you're watching to many movies."
Tate saw her parents exchange frightful looks. She tried to find the boy again. Where had he gone? She knew she had saw him flying. He had a long black cloak with silvery blonde hair and those silver eyes that she couldn't get out of her head.
She decided to draw him. A small picture that seemed fitting. She was finished the eyes, nose, and mouth. Working on the silky hair took longer than anything. She finished and held it on her lap.
About an hour later her father slammed on the brakes. Tate went crashing forward then back in a dizzying speed. Her head hitting the frame of the door. Her father opened the door in a hurry and rushed out of the car. Her mother quickly followed. Tate couldn't move. Her head was splitting in a headache from the hit.
She heard a scream and her mother started opening the car door and pulling a stick out of the glove compartment.
"Avada Kedarva!" Before she knew it a huge green flash hit her mother and she collapsed in the seat. Her hand holding the strange smoothed stick. Tate started screaming as she noticed her mother was dead.
She fought to rip off her seatbelt and grabbed the stick her mother had lost her life trying to retrieve. She stepped out of the car and he stood there. Eyes watching, waiting for her next move. His eyes shifted to the stick. The widened slightly and she started to run into the forest.
Her head was pounding. She knew her parents had just died right in front of her, but how? How could a weird green light murder her mother and father?
She heard him running behind her. Flashes of red, blue, white coming at her as she dodged as she ran. A large field full of tall grass. She couldn't think as she collapsed into the darkness.
He was walking now. She could hear his footsteps in the grass. She clutched unto the stick and prayed that he wouldn't find her. Closer the footsteps became deafening. The stick in her hands was shaking worse than her. It started to spark. Brightly, giving off her position.
He pointed his wand down at her heart shaped face, drenched with tears. Her eyes full of confusion. She pointed hers at him defensively. Her mind whirling, suddenly a bright light shot at him knocking him off his feet. He got back up quick petrifying her.
He scooped her up and for a second thought about it. Think about her mother, she looked a damn like Madame Rosmerta. Draco knew it wasn't her, but staring down at the girl he was holding he saw the similarities. The face was so much alike, along with the curly mass of dark dirty blonde hair. He contemplated going back and looking at the two victims, but he knew he had best get out of there now in order to escape aurors.
"When do you think it happened?" Detective Granger asked and her partner who looked around the scene.
"I'd say only an hour ago." He said and she walked over to the car. Her eyes eyeing a small backpack in the back seat. The woman's purse was in the front, but the backpack was full of drawing books and arts and crafts. There was another victim somewhere.
The girl groaned in pain as he dropped her in a dark hallway. The impact split her lip sending blood down her chin. She pushed her way up and looked at him. His eyes were like daggers. She held back the tears as he dragged her into a living room. A fire was going steady and she gasped at the site of a giant white snake.
A man stood and turned to look at her. She bit her already bleeding lip to keep from screaming. He didn't even look human, his nose was but two slits and his eyes were a blood red. He glared down at her like she was vermin.
"Lord, I found this girl with a wand, but she doesn't know how to use it." He appraised her.
"She had a wand, probably not her own then."
"How? She should have started schooling by what it looks like six years ago."
"Don't ask me the questions boy." The man stared down at her and she held her breath.
"She looks like Madame Rosmerta, doesn't she?"
Her eyes widened at the mention of the aunt she sees only twice a year. Once during Christmas and during the summer when she comes to the house.
Tate could remember always hearing hushed angry voices talking angrily back and forth to each other. Once a year her aunt would come bearing a strange looking gift, telling her to hide it from her mother. A small necklace that she had dangling from her neck now was the last gift Rosmerta gave her.
Aunt Romerta looked worried when she came over. Her hair was wilder than normal and she looked like something big had happened. She pulled Tate into the adjacent room across the hall and thinking about it she was holding a stick in her hands like the one Tate's mum had in her hand before she died. She handed her the ruby necklace and told her she must keep it on her for the rest of her life.
"Listen, that is a powerful protector. You must keep it on no matter what. Always, never take it off. It will be fine in the water! Never ever take it off, dear." Aunty told her. She clasped the beautiful necklace around her niece's neck and then left the closet. Tate could remember the voices being loud enough to hear that day.
A sharp kick to the stomach sent her down onto the ground in a heap.
"Are you related to Madame Rosmerta?" she nodded hurriedly scared of another blow. "What is she to you?"
"Mmm..my… my au…aunt." She stammered and looked back up at the blonde haired boy. His eyes filled with hate.
"I thought Rosmerta's sister Paprika and her husband Victor Bones died in a raid seventeen years ago." The boy said and the man stared at her.
"Take her upstairs."'
The boy pushed her into a room and slammed the door. Locking it as he left the room. She looked around hurriedly. Realizing she still clutched unto the wooden stick of her mothers. What they called a wand. She tucked it into her pants and ran to the window. She tried to open it, but it refused to budge She looked around the room for a hard object. A heavy silver jewelry box laid on a bureau. She picked it up and told herself she only ha one chance. She heaved the jewelry box at the window. It didn't even scratch the surface.
"What was that?" Voldemort asked him and they looked towards the stairs.
"She is probably trying to break out." Draco started towards the stairs when a hand stopped him.
"Let her find it useless. We need a child that doesn't fear death or pain. She could be a good weapon with proper training." His red eyes narrowed at the sound of screaming and another loud smash.
"They had a daughter according to the ministry. They were wizards." Hermione looked at the sad scene. "Apparently they went into hiding seventeen years ago, under the false façade that they were dead. Their daughter was suppose to be home schooled by the mother, but as far as I can tell the child," Hermione paused, only five years younger than her twenty-one. "gave no struggle."
"We looked within a two hundred foot radius, were going to send others out. We found this a little ways back." He showed Hermione the drawn picture. She stared at in disbelief for a second.
"This is Draco Malfoy." The others eyes widened. They had all believed him dead.
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