I Dare You to Snatch My Heart
A Scabior Fanfiction
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews on my first posting day! Please tell me what you think as the story continues… oh and you shall see a song for each chapter coming up! Try listening while reading!
Chapter 2 Got cha!
Song for this chapter- One Way or Another by Blondie
Previously in IDYTSMH:
"There you are" the voice says, rich with fake kindness. Turning around I curse my stupidity. There was a huge gaping hole in the tree behind me. On the other side of the tree I saw a group of snarling and smirking men and they could see me.
The man in the front was smirking the most and appeared to be the leader. He was tall with long matted dark hair with one wild red streak. His eyes were bright gray and lined in kohl and he was dressed strangely, wearing plaid trousers and a bright scarf. I found myself oddly attracted to this man and was tempted to come from behind my pathetic "hiding" spot. That is until I see the bright red band around his arm. Oh God, Snatchers! Acting on impulse I dart out from behind the tree and take off into a run.
"Well snatch it" plaid pants shouted and even though I am currently being hunted by crazy people working for the ministry, I can't help but to feel slightly put off at the fact he called me an "it". Stopping and turning suddenly, I can tell I've caught them off guard. Good.
"Reducto! Stupefy!"
They drop to the ground with a thud and I for a moment felt proud of myself. Bending down to collect their wands, I hear a noise. Standing up, I see "plaid pants" before me clapping slowly. "Bravo" he says smirk in place and head tilted.
One thing was for sure, I wasn't going down without a fight.
"Bite me snatcher boy!" I shout before taking off into another sprint. I am being chased by an escaped Azkaban prisoner, alone in the woods with only a single bag of possessions, really how worse could it get? If only Auntie and Tuna could see me now! Then my world was sent crashing down, literally. Stupid snatcher hit me with a binding spell! I close my eyes when I here his footsteps approach, as I could make myself disappear.
"'ello beautiful" he says looking down at me. I spit at his feet because it's the only thing I can do. He yanks me up roughly by arm. Why do people seem to have a thing for doing this? Still in the bind and unable to move, he holds me up by my shoulders. He looks deep in thought as if judging me. Then, he leans towards me and inhales.
"Why don't you smell lovely!" he murmurs smirking again. Ugh! He just sniffed me, sniffed me! I scowl hoping he knows Legilimency so he could hear the things I calling him right now!
"Let go of-" I yell but I am cut off by a gloved hand and am shoved up against a tree. I look at the snatcher against me, his breathing deep and shallow and his stance alert. I'm about to bite his hand when I hear the voices. How popular are these woods?
"Draco, you must not appear a coward for you are a disgrace to the Malfoy name!" a deep male voice says. Oh I knew Draco! His family was loyal to… the Dark Lord! Oh come on! What are the chances that just as I'm freed of getting married to a total loser, I am hunted and caught by a snatcher, put in a binding spell, and in the presence of two bloody Death Eaters! My heart is pounding and I guess that the snatcher's is too. I feel the binding charm start to unwind down my neck and shoulders, almost to my arms. I remain stiff because I don't want plaid pants to know that I could very easily escape.
"Father, how long will he stay?" a younger male voice whined, most likely Draco,
He always was a whiner. His father, Lucas or was it Luminous, continued to tell his son basically to shut up and suck it up. Ah, such a lovely family. A pop resounded though the forest and all was again silent. I could feel the snatchers hot breath on my face and a sense of relief enveloped us both. But, then I remember who I am with and where I am, and out of frustration, bite the offending hand.
"Bloody hell woman!" plaid pants shouts, eyes wide with pain. He lets go of me and holds the hand I bit, which was now bright red, to his chest. I feel a twinge of guilt for a moment, but the glare he gives me sets me straight. Now what to do fight or fight? He pulls out his wand prepared to bind me again. Flight, most definitely flight was my answer. My legs are tired from all that running but adrenaline keeps me moving.
"Aresto momentum" I shout aiming my wand at the snatcher who is still after me. He blocks my spell easily and I'm grudgingly impressed. The dark woods blur around me as I continue to run. I'm wearing out fast and I need to apparate soon, but if I don't do it correctly I could get splinched. I shudder at the thought because I remember seeing a boy from my neighborhood, about three years ago get splinched and it was far from pretty. Suddenly out of breath and energy I halt catching my breath, a move I very much regret, for he is in front of me now, wand at the ready.
"You, love, you bit me." He said his head cocking in frustration. He's coming closer now and I back up as far as I can, only to feel with horror the bark of a tree behind me. He is very close now and his hand brushes my cheek. It's an odd bittersweet feeling that I enjoy yet despise at the same time.
"Yeah I did, but you, snatcher, you backed me up into a blasted tree for the second time tonight!" I look him straight in the eye and cross my arms to prevent him from getting closer. He just smiles.
"Never give up, do you, beautiful?" he says "must be a Gryffindor"
"I was a Ravenclaw thank you" He thought I was still in school! I was twenty-one for Merlin's sake! Putting my hands on my hips, I mimic his smirk and silently dare him to make another move. If he does…I'll hex him!
"Oh really, that's surprising 'cause neither are you witty nor clever, but you're awfully pretty though." He says looking me over. He was checking me out! He chases me though the forest holds me against my will, and now he calls me pretty. Stupid snatcher! I blush against my will and my defiant air falls to the ground.
"Name" he asks, an arm on the tree behind me to keep me from moving.
"Cleopatria Wright" I say proudly feeling glad that I don't have to say "Tunamen"
"Oh dear, you belong to that poor family with the lady who broke the pureblood line, pity" he says softly, his eyebrows tilting up and his lower lip pouting. I want to slap him. It was true though. My grandmother had my mother with a muggle man, my grandfather, but then left him and married a pureblood man and had my Auntie Roberta. That's why Auntie hates my Mum and me so much, because she's a pureblood and we're not. I feel proud of who I am though. The only purebloods I know are stuck-up and ridiculous. I nod at him and keep my chin held high, not backing down.
"Status" he continues and I decide to play around a bit to get him aggravated.
"Single" I respond, smiling sweetly "but not interested" His face is blank and his mouth is gaping like fish. Got cha there plaid pants!
His smirk returns as he leans over and whispers in my ear, "We'll see little beauty, we'll see"
Now it's my turn to look ridiculous. Oh my, is he implying that…!
"What d'ya want?" I ask my voice sounding oddly as whiney as Draco's "I'm a half-blood, I don't know where the Potter kid is, and I DON'T LIKE YOU! I exclaim jabbing a finger at his chest.
He shrugs and says "You might know some muggle borns or somethin' like that" he says taking my arm and dragging me away from the tree, taking long confident strides "and like I said before, you're pretty"
"But, But" I sputter, tripping as I am being pulled through the dense forest with only the man and the moonlight as my guides. He just rolls his eyes and mimics me putting on a high pitched voice "But, But"
"Don't be afraid, Scabior here is just going to take you back to the camp and ask you a few questions, love." He says not comforting me at all. I look around for the one he calls Scabior but then I realize that he's talking in third person; I hate that! So his name is Scabior, an odd name but as if Cleopatria is not! I know that when he says "ask a few questions" that I'm most likely going to be tortured even though I know nothing at all. I've been to busy with taking care of my Mum to become really active in the coming war, but I know I don't support this!
"Let me go Plaid Pants" I yell hitting his arm and kicking his shins.
He just looks amused.
"Plaid Pants love?" he asks raising an eyebrow and laughing at me. I want to go home! I know I'm acting childish but I have a bad habit of saying not so serious things at dark moments. I guess I'm afraid to face reality, my greatest fear. I've always lived in my own world and spoke my thoughts freely but now I see the dark side of every situation. Scabior is dangerous and I am in danger. I could die but what do I do? I call my captor names, how mature! There is an awkward silence as we trudge though the woods and I'm determined to break it.
"The trousers really are quite ridiculous you know?" I blurt out randomly, heat rising to my cheeks. Tell him to let go! Fight him! Kick him, do something, I tell myself, but as I reach for my wand the grip on my arm tightens immensely and I let out a yelp
"I wouldn't do that if I was you Cleo, can I call you that love?" His voice is low and dangerous with a quirky twist.
"No you may not! And would you please be more civil!" I shout in indignation. Sure everyone called me Cleo, but everyone else in my life was not a crazy Nazi wannabe!
Rolling his eyes again, Scabior let go of my arm and stuck out his elbow "Lady Cleopatria would you please accompany me to my group's camp, I'd be so much obliged"
I knew that there was no choice in the matter so I linked my arm with his and shuddered as we took off into the night and into the war.
A/N: Well that's all for now lovelies! Please look on my profile page to see a picture of the spunky Cleo and please review soon!
Next time in IDYTSMH: Scabior's musings! Told through Scabior's POV see what he is thinking when he first meets Cleo and travel into the snatcher camp with our dynamic (not so much yet) duo!