Chapter 3: Priori Incantatem
Staker and Baxter were already mounted atop there glossy Nimbus 2001s as Drake exited. He tried to force a smile at Staker as he grabbed his broomstick and climbed onto it. Staker held his hand up as if he was signalling the other two to set of but was interrupted by Drake.
"I want to visit my home" said Drake with a quick glance at Staker. Staker frowned at him, as if to say he disagreed. Drake looked up at the sky then quickly set off into the air on his broomstick. Baxter sighed with disbelief and set of after him, closely followed by Staker. Drake was whizzing through the air, faster than light, faster than sound, Baxter and Staker had to fly so fast they could hardly breathe just to keep up! Staker slowly over took Baxter and glared at him with his nostrils flaring, Baxter gulped, obviously knowing what this meant, he took out his wand which was attached to a holster on his right calf and pointed it at the figure in front, who of course was Drake. Baxter gave one last look at Staker who nodded quickly as Baxter let out a loud yell.
"Incarcerous!" He bellowed while aiming his wand at Drake, suddenly two ropes with the thickness of a boa constrictor span out of Baxter's wand and headed straight for Drake, who by now was starting to speed up but it was no match, the first rope luckily hit a birch tree that Drake happened to be passing but the second one coiled itself round the bristles at the end of his broomstick. Down, down, down…CRASH! Drake smashed through a window and his broomstick snapped on impact. He cut the ropes with a quick severing charm then he looked around, he seemed to be in an old abandoned bedroom of what look to be a muggle girl, it had pictures of pink horses and a bright, fuchsia, patchwork bed with an oak bedstead and intricately carved flower at the head of it.
"Gah!" Drake yelped as he pulled a large fragment of glass that was stuck in his forearm. He looked around for an exit, spotting a small wooden door with a brass knob he made his way across the creaky floorboards to the door; he pulled slowly on the big brass knob, fearing that a muggle would jump out and bash him over the head with a pipe he strangled his wand in his right hand, just in case. Drake stopped as he slowly tiptoed through the door, he heard a crackling of small chinks of flame coming from down the stair case that lay in front of him. He sneaked quietly down the stairs hoping not to disturb even a little black spider with a golden strip down it and long spindly legs that was peacefully munching on a fly that had been unfortunate enough to fall into the spiders, gruesome but ingenious trap. Drake crouched down and peered through a slightly opened door to see an extravagantly pretty young woman with bright scarlet hair and emerald green eyes, he saw her quickly rubbing her hands together then placing them over a dimly lit jam jar with a hovering blue flame in it. He blinked not knowing whether to help her or not, she was clearly a witch but might be dangerous. Summoning most of his courage he slowly pushed the door open with a creak and opened his mouth.
"Hello" Drake said quietly trying not to provoke her, but she panicked she quickly grabbed a grubby but elegant black wand and quickly waved it at Drake.
"Stupefy!" She yelled quickly with fear, a blue wisp suddenly shot out of the end of her black stick and went straight for Drake's face, ducking quickly the ball went zooming past his head and hitting a painting of a rather tall and slender man holding but a skull and talking to it. Not wanting anymore trouble Drake quickly decided the best option would be to put any weapons away from her.
"Expelliarmus!" He shouted quickly as a red bolt shot out of his wand but the girl was fast. "Everte Statum!" she yelled quickly as a purple vortex whizzed out of her wand and towards the red bolt. They collided like tigers fighting over a freshly hunted deer, each trying to beat the other like in some sort of competition. As sparks of gold and crimson flew wildly around them, Drake was shocked, he had only seen this once and it isn't common.
"Priori Incantatem…" He murmured to himself as he blinked wildly in disbelief, this only ever happens when two wands of the same core collide in battle. Suddenly Drake felt like someone had just pumped a gallon of sugar into his body as control of his wand, it span out of his like a firework and hit the roof. The Priori Incantatem had been broken and the whizzing purple vortex came hurtling towards him, it struck him square in the chest sending him flying backwards to the painting that the blue ball had hit. He banged his head against the wall with a thud, falling almost instantly to the floor; he noticed the scarlet headed girl give an anxious look as she ran and jumped through a window. Drake noticed darkness closing in on the edge vision as he crawled forward to watch the girl jump through the window.
"Wait…" he said weakly as the darkness obscured his vision and he passed out slowly, lying face flat on the cold wooden floor…
"WAKE UP!" Shouted a familiar voice in his ear as and angry Staker was shaking Drake vigorously with his clenched fists. Staker had hunger in his eyes, not like Drake had seen before but he noticed Baxter standing behind the enraged Staker giving a weak smile.
"Sorry about the ropes and all" Baxter said hopefully. Drake gave him a quick glance as Staker grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to his feet, not caring about a white dormouse which was scuttling over his shoe.
"You just had to break your broom, didn't you? Now we are going to have to travel on foot!" Growled Staker in Drake's right ear.
"Well if you didn't decide to tie me up in ropes, it might not have happened" Grunted an annoyed Drake. Staker gave an evil glare in Baxter's generally direction as the slumped, annoyed out of the old, abandoned house, not daring to annoy Staker anymore they silently follow after him down a muggle road.