Hey you wonderful readers and such, I am sooooo sorry. I have got to get better at time management! . I promise to do better! (R&R) :D

Love,

l.e.a.l.s 3

10 days, 19 fires, 8 floods, and several bruises later I was back to my hypothetical square one. The remaining embers of the familiar fireplace glowed warmly. Along with a warm tub of water and a magical moving rug, I nursed my newest array of bruises and cuts, curled close to the dying warmth.

Maggy had left me in the earliest hours of the evening, my dinner neatly placed on an antique coffee table in front of an unused plush couch. I eyed the food wearily, still not recovered from the kitchen fire I started in learning how to brew tea.

My stomach didn't even rumble in hunger as I wearily moved closer to the fresh aromas of the Shepperd's pie. I practically leaped for joy when I threw the meaty mush into the glowing embers. The smell of cooking potatoes overwhelmed my senses as I settled into the comfort of the large bed and silken sheets.

The darkness claimed me like always, this time a little less than usual.

Half awake and half asleep I laid in my own version of purgatory. Familiar, yet unfamiliar places flashed past my vision as I lay still, one particular vision passing once then twice, until it became the only vision apparent. I felt the last heat of the fire leave the stone fireplace in my bedroom, but couldn't bare to pull myself from this half dream.

Coldness. A large stony abyss of rock, a cliff steep and wide. Water, so blue and inviting in the valley so far bellow. 'Go.' something urged me. 'jump.' it spoke. 'be free.' I wanted so badly to move, but all I could do was think about moving. My body refused to work, it was as If I was looking into a window, but I couldn't touch the view.

I pressed against the theoretical glass, pressing to get as close as I could to my chance at escaping. A crack formed in my vision, than another. Soon my vision was obscured by many tiny versions of the one from before. A large crack sounded over the smaller ones. I felt darkness before falling to a grassy ground.

Dirt and rock embedded in my skin as I rolled over to cradle my newest wounds. The last warmth of the fire in my lavish prison was now nowhere to be felt. I was completely in my dream land, or was I? It feels so real.

I opened my eyes to the gray skies of my vision, scrambling up to a standing position, I surveyed my surroundings. A dark green unwelcoming forest stood behind me, the vision of the cliff and rocky waters in front of me. A cold breeze accompanied my hesitant feelings.

"Hello?" I called out stepping closer to the cliff. "Hello. Hello. Hello..." The cliff echoed back.

I shivered in my thin skimpy night gown. The waters calling to me.

'Be free. Be free. Be free.' It chanted. I stepped forward once, than again, till my toes brushed the edge of the stone cliff. I lifted my hands, allowing all my emotions to fly free around me in a light blue light that filled the space around me, all my memories and thoughts in a beautiful mist.

'Jump child, join us.' it chanted, I bent my knees...

Crack!

And I jumped.

A large hand grabbed my bruised wrist, I felt it pop as I got yet another thing dislocated.

"Alexandra!" I looked up at the familiar voice, dangling hundreds of feet above water.

"Hold on!" He shouted, soon I was levitated and placed onto the grass, more dirt embedded in my skin. I felt my knees give in as I fell to the ground, the world tilting at funny angles. Black dotted my failing vision as I sunk into the grass. Gelleret shook me, trying to keep me awake, before he gave up and Stupefyed me.

I awoke with a sweaty brow and chills. A scream only whispers away form being uttered from my chapped lips. The stone fireplace was glowing fiercely, the stony room filled with warmth, not there before. I cried. Sitting alone in the stone prison, feeling the bitterness of imprisonment yet again.

To afraid to enter the state of sleep again, I laid on the couch counting the endless carvings in the high ceiling. It was a dream. It had to be. I tried to convince myself of the false inquiries, though the thrumming pain in my wrapped wrist and stinging in my knees and palms said otherwise.

Crack!

Then Maggy, the house elf, appeared in front of me, calm and steadily.

"Good morn'in miss." She smiled, bowing down as always before beginning the morning routine.

I laid still as the house elf busied herself, cleaning and such. By the time she stopped moving, I was dressed, washed, and primped to perfection, unlike the baggy clothes I had adorned for the last few days. I was going somewhere again, I knew it. And so did Maggy, thats why she didn't say a word. It was so unlike the other morn in which we had held a light conversation of the weather and flowers.

I faded in and out staring off into the fire, only awakening when Maggy's presence was gone with a crack. I straightened up. Many footsteps stampeded down the hall. They were coming for me like every day, his rugged disgusting minions taking me away to wherever we were going. I took my spot against the bed post, leaning comfortably against the cold wood to show my indifference to my current disposition. I fixed my cold glare into place as the step closed in. I perfected my grimace as they paused in front of my prison. Cracking a grimace I scoffed as the door slowly swung open.

"Boys what a..." I paused halfway into my insult. It wasn't the nasty pirates I was used to. Instead I was presented with three clean shaved men, lead by none other than Gelleret himself.

"Miss Alexandra, what a lovely surprise." Gelleret smiled stepping forward in his fancy clicking shoes. Damn him! I straightened myself, standing upright before curtsying.

"And to what do I owe you this pleasure Mr. Gelleret?" I smiled grinding the last part out between my clenched teeth. What the hell?! What happened to the pirates, who the heck where these guys?

"We are to have breakfast together with my friends of course." He smiled back, daring me to question with his menacing glare.

"Why of course we must." I nodded stiffly turning to address the men behind him.

"I am Alexandra." I smiled curtsying down again like Gelleret had so kindly drilled me to do.

"John Silvergist." A dark haired man with an slight English accent and black eyes nodded politely his glare judgmental.

"Christophe Amirault." A fair haired man with silver orbs bowed slightly, staring with question.

"And I am Edmund Rosier." The last man stepped forward with ease, grabbing my hand in his, and attempting bring my hand to his lips. Instead, I ended up cringing backwards, leaving his hand inches away from his face, and mine clenched to my chest in protection. I stared up at Gelleret to see a calculating chester cat smile across his usual stoic features.

My jaw clenched in angry as I tried to pull off a shy smile to hide the red tint of rage creeping up my neck.

"Shall we?" Gelleret inquired motioning towards the opened door. I sighed, relaxing since the awkward introductions were over.

"I think we shall." I unclenched my jaw following behind the men as we left my prison.

We all now sat in the hall, a deadly silence hanging over the room, Edmund Rosier's attempts at conversation hung limply over us as we sipped tea.

"So, Alexandra," Edmund started yet again. A slight grunt of irritation could be heard from the other men, excluding Gelleret of course. I took a sip of my tea, throwing an 'I'm sorry, let me finish this extremely large gulp of tea' face. He continued on, oblivious. "Aren't you excited to go to school..."

Gelleret coughed, I looked over to see his hand slowly move towards his wand. I looked back to Edmund curiously. I threw him a look, telling him to continue as I slowly swallowed the tea.

"To become our little spy of course..." I spat out the remaining contents of the cold tea, spotting the white table cloth, and staining my scone and beautiful white dress.

"Spy?" I coughed out, choking for air.

"Well of course..."

"Edmund."

"You'll do quite well..."

"Edmund."

"Although of course my Rosier would do better..."

"Edmund!" The other men shouted quieting the loud mouth.

"That is enough," Gelleret stood, pacing at the head of the very large table.

"Gelleret." I threw him a hard look. I was not going to be a spy, especially not for him.

"Allow me to explain." He commanded, stopping and sitting down.

"Please do." I muttered causing him to glare.

"This is all for the greater good." He started off, his voice becoming silky smooth. "Hogwarts is a place we struggle most at the moment. We only pursue what is best for wizards, and the wizards at Hogwarts resist our pursuit. We do not wish to destroy, but to merely replace the Headmaster. We wish to create a better learning environment for the children of that school, for the greater good of the wizarding world we will conquer the muggles and take what is ours." He stopped looking at me sternly.

"Whats Hogwarts?"

" A wizarding school."

"Oh. What are muggles?"

"Non-wizards." Edmund butted in.

"Humans?" I squeaked out.

"Yes." I looked at the men and their determined faces, they were serious.

"Is the headmaster a principle?"

"Yes."

"Is he bad?"

"Yes."

"Oh." I paused again, this time worried for the kids of the school, I should help them... And the muggles too, even though they were surely against it, I must at least try.

"But I am human."

"No your not." He grumbled, we'd had the argument plenty of times now.

"I am."

"No, your not, your a wizard and we are going to teach you so you can enter Hogwarts."

"Me, enter school?" I cried out. John stiffened.

"Yes." John spoke up irritatedly. "I shall be teaching you Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Dark Arts." He grimaced, his features becoming dark and remorseful.

"And I shall be teaching History of Magic, Astronomy, and Herbology." Christophe smirked, looking into his tea cup. I was so confused I'll tell you that.

"That leaves me, I'll be teaching Charms, Flying, and Transfiguration." Edmund grinned in what appeared to be a creepy flirtatious fashion.

"What?" I looked a

"We don't have much time, so you'll start tomorrow."

"What?!" I screamed hysterically, my breath quickening.

"It's not that bad." Edmund reasoned inching in closer to me.

"That bad?" I dryly laughed, my tones border lining on crazy.

"Calm down Alex." Gelleret yelled. The room went still, my labored breathing the only noise.

"Gelleret." I croaked.

"Go to your room." My eyes widened, my stomach growling in protest. No food? My chair screeched in protest as I clumsily stumbled out of the room.

As soon as I left the stone room, all strength left me. I leaned against the wall, slowly descending to the cold floor, my mind trying to wrap itself around the concept itself.

Controlling humans? Spying on people, students in trouble, the greater good? What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Magic? Yeah right, this wasn't happening, it was all just a bad dream right? But how could I explain the feeling of emptiness in my head, like I was missing something really important? What was I missing? Was I even missing anything? Should I run? But was this any worse that the orphanage? Did I have anything to come back to? No. No I didn't. I had nothing, not even the clothes on my back belonged to me. I was just a body, a shell of a person, there was no point in my existence.

A tortured sob escaped from my chapped lips. I slowly peeled back my eyelids. The hallways were tilted and blurred. I awoke from my thoughts, watching my breath as it appeared in front of me. I was still sprawled on the floor trying to calm myself enough to stand.

It took quite along time before I coaxed myself back to my prison. The door was slightly ajar, and voices whispered inside. I cautiously took out my wand from a sash in the dress.

"Hello?" I pushed open the door, watching as the three men from earlier stood and bowed.

"How... what... am I?" I paused unable to find the will to question them. "Whatever." I slumped into the leather couch by the fire.

" Alex is it?" Chistophe sneered.

"Yeah." I nodded my head forcing my eyelids to stay open.

"Your coming with us."

"Sure, sounds goo...what?!"

"Close your eyes Alex." Edmund coaxed coming closer, he waved his wand and I allowed the darkness to take me away.

55 days, 12 Crucio's, and several hoarse voices later I was now very knowledgeable of all things magic and such, though my history knowledge was a little bit questionable, considering that most of what I learned was that Christophe doesn't appreciate snoring, and that was a very painful lesson to learn, hence 8 of the twelve Crucio's.

Edmund had also crossed the student teacher line one to many times which ended up with a few nasty duels and some jinxes that I wish I could unlearn. And John was just unpleasant and distant, and probably the least bothersome of the three.

They had taken me away to a small looking cottage in a forest, far away from civilization. There was homey feel to the cottage, books and magical knickknacks lined every wall but one, the only wall that was barren had a large brick fireplace and over it sat a picture of Gelleret. The cottage was much bigger on the inside than on outside, though I have only seen the left hallway, the right hallway leading to the living quarters of the men.

Although the cottage was a change from the dull orphanage, the boredom was all the same. I did entertain myself with the plentiful amounts that I was provided, but after a while my eyes became tired and the task tedious. Now don't get me wrong I did try to entertain my self with magic, levitating objects, sewing and such, but when the task becomes a chore, for example mending Edmund's pants (insert shudder here.) you would find such pleasant tasks, not as pleasant. I even tried cooking, and after four burned meals I became proficient and the pleasant task was turned into a chore.

So you can see how boredom had actually became a factor of the imprisonment I lived. I did obtain my own living quarters, they were a dark rich red, and lined with books, though no knickknacks were present. The closet was probably my favorite part of the room, besides the fluffy bed of course. And I got plenty of grief from my favoritism of the bed, hence the Muffiato casted on my room, I was a loud sleeper.

The closet was another thing entirely, and no, that wasn't because of the clothes, it was just a really great hiding place. Whenever I wanted to escape a task or chore, I hid in the large never-ending closet, and although that usually ended up in a good lashing, it was nice to know you could get away from the dark wizards you live with.

"Alexandra!" I blinked, tearing my gaze from the plain ceiling. It had been an uneventful, quiet evening. And that had worried me, the worry was only heightened by Edmund's sudden disturbance. I picked up my wand from the bedside table, tucking it into my nightgown and hesitantly making my way towards the door. Shuffling of feet could be heard in the living room. Just as my hand touched the door knob, the was pulled away from me, in it's place stood a frazzled Christophe.

"Pack what you need." He commanded. I blinked and then he was gone, barreling down the hall towards his living quarters. A large bang was heard outside. Lights flashed through the slightly closed curtains behind me. I ran back inside, grabbing a small beaded never-ending purse. Blood rushed through my head, as I stuffed all of the items I could get my hands on into the purse.

"Alexandra!" Edmund screamed louder this time. I inspected the ransacked room one last time, before firmly closing the door behind me and running down the hallway towards Edmund and the others.

My arms and legs had accumulated goosebumps now, my face flushed and my vision slightly blurred. I was in my evening gown, and very uncomfortable under their judgmental eyes.

"Whats happening?" I inquired catching my breath.

"We've been found." John muttered, packing the living room into his suitcase.

"Found?"

"Aurors, the slimy bastards." Christophe spat moving his wand to fight off the intruders.

"What? Why what did we do wrong?"

"Stop asking questions!" Edmund shouted skidding to a stop mere inches away from my face.

A large resounding pop sounded, followed by a cracking noise. Edmund grabbed my arm forcefully and I felt the not so nice feeling on feels when Apparated. We stood in a dark green forest, slightly frozen over with winter, well they stood, I knelt in the frozen moss trying to keep down supper.

"Get up." Edmund dictated. I shook my head in between my shutters and coughs. He sighed wearily, placing a dented brief case down besides my head. I felt my self being lifted, and was soon thrown over his back, and given a rather up close view of his rear end. My legs kicked furiously. He bent down and took his suitcase in one hand, his other placed firmly on the small of my back.

"Stop." He commanded. I stopped the protest as a wand pocked into my head.

"Okay."

The other men began to walk at a fast pace to an unknown destination, only stopping occasionally to sip water. My face became increasingly red, as the blood seeped into my pale face.

After what seemed like forever, they finally set me down, but the forest had changed. Gone was the dense brush of the damp woods, now there was barren trees and frozen plants. It was cold. My feet were actually turning blue. I am serious, blue.

I tugged on the arm of the pissed off John.

"Wait."

"What now Alex?" He demanded irritatedly.

"L-let-t-t me-e ge-t-t dr-ress-sed-d-d." I stuttered, shaking like a leaf.

"Uh. Sure."

"T-thank-k-s-s." I breathed out, throwing a lame smile their way before getting out a pair of boots and a furry coat.

I looked back to the guys , but the no longer paid attention to me, instead they shot up seven red sparks into the dark sky using their wands.

The three wizards ahead of me waited patiently while I busied myself with small pebble, levitating it back and forth from one end to another. I didn't look back up until a large crack resounded through the night air.

In front of the three wizards stood a bright eyed Maggy. I smiled, barely refraining myself from hugging the tiny house elf tightly. She had truly been the only source of light in my rather dreary days in the stone room.

"Master is waiting for you." Maggy whispered, daring only once to look up at us. I smiled reassuringly, but Christophe and the others grimaced.

I moved forward, coming as close as I dared to the three men. They nodded there heads.

"That is all." John spoke up. Maggy nodded bowing before another crack resounded and she was gone.

"Alexandra?" I looked up to Edmund's outstretched arm. Grimacing I took the arm, shutting my eyes tight as I was Apparated to yet another destination.

My knees came in contact with cold floor as I finally emptied todays dinner contents.

Footsteps came closer towards us, until my pleasant vision of my puke and the floor as turned into Gelleret's face as his hand grabbed my chin forcefully. He was bent over peering into my eyes.

I smiled weakly, a broken laugh leaving my parted lips. His face twitched as his wand moved up next to my face. I shuttered, trying to fix my face into a stone like he did to his. But it was just so hard to achieve the stony I don't care look.

I felt the wretched taste of my bile slowly fade away as the wand fell from my jaw. I sighed in relief, actually giggling. He didn't kill me, he just fixed my breath. Gelleret stepped away, straightening up as he looked at the three men besides me.

I, meanwhile, broke out into a fit of giggles, my hands coming out from under me to clench my sides, only I realized to late that with no support I was going to land in my already digested dinner.

My giggles left instantly as all eyes became very focused on me.

"Hi." I squeaked.

"What has happened to her?" He questioned not even answering me.

"Nothing. I just am tired." I stated, standing as gracefully as was possible for someone soiled in their own digestive juices.

"Tired?"

The other men shrugged aprehensively.

"Scourgify." I muttered, waving my soiled wand over my self and my smelly beaded bag. I then vanished the bile from the stone floor, bowing with a flourish.

"Thank you." I smiled turning around to leave.

"Not yet Alexandra." The stone man dictated.

I slowly turned to face the four evil wizards, sighing internally, nothing was ever that easy. He held out his hand to me.

"Come here Alexandra." I resisted the urge to run now that my facade was over and instead walked to Gelleret and placed my hand in his. I gritted my teeth, waiting for my punishment for being so unladylike and disobeying and such.

"Look into my eye Alexandra." I faltered , my gaze wandering before finally meeting his. "Lower yourOcclumency." I nodded, allowing my mental barriers down, understanding what he was going to do.

He entered my mind, looking over the past 55 days of living in the cottage. I knelt over in pain, it was like little needled scraping over my mind over and over each time hurting a little more. And then it was gone. He looked down at me, nodding in approval.

"Maggy." He summoned.

A crack filled the enterance way as the little house elf appeared again.

"Master?" she bowed, before looking up expectantly.

"Take Alexandra to her quarters."

She nodded, heading off towards the set of stone stairs to the right, I followed, slowly ascending the stairs.

The last sounds I heard as I reached the second floor was Christophe's pained screams.