It started as a whisper
Within the flaming fire
It caused a red spark
That heated the flame
The flame that gave birth to a fire
That lit the sky
It all came crumpling down
Yet it was still alive
It twas yet only a warning.
"Yes, but they were waiting for us!" The voice of Remus Lupin said. "How can you be certain we're not being betrayed.?" Yora vaguely heard him from outside the door. She was hiding in the closet, the salty smell and taste of winter coats pressed against her face. It was then that the light appeared in the closet.
"You really shouldn't eavesdrop." The pretty red haired figure held out a hand. "C'mon we can do better things upstairs, I want in there as much as you do." Ginny finished. Yora begrudgingly took the hand, and followed Ginny upstairs. Even though Ginny was fun, and even made old boring games of cards funny. Pointing out the looks of the witches and wizards, the occasional smear of peanut butter here and there. Yora was still curious something was nagging at her, controlling her wanting her to get to the closet it was as if something wanted her to know something. A feeling in her gut told her something was going to happen, something dangerous.
"I'm going to use the bathroom, I'll be right back…" Yora said, climbing off her bed. She crept downstairs, and then saw the threat, a black cloaked figure, outside the door, wand at ready. He looked in her direction. And someone behind Yora picked her up roughly.
Yora screamed. Fear slashed through her, it was what she had been warned of, a threat. She felt a wand stick her cheek.
"Shut up! Or I just might slip…." The deatheater hissed in her ear. Yora stayed quiet and didn't struggle as he carried her to the meeting room.
Gasps were all around as some had already stood up, wands ready at the sound of the scream. As the death eaters entered the room, one carrying Yora with wand on Yora's cheek. Yora stood still and prayed that everyone else would too. She didn't want to get hurt yet then again she felt selfish everyone could attack even if she was a sacrifice to save themselves. Yora found herself caught between the two possibilities not liking either.
"Don't anyone move." The death eater- the one who was not holding her said. It was something about the way he talked that sent shivers up Yora's spine. An odd thought came into the pigtailed eleven-year-old's head. How could this man act so cunning and calm. Yet be so deadly and dangerous? It made her admire the deatheater slightly yet she was still afraid, and truly hoped nobody upset him.
"Yora…." Yora heard her mother whisper stressfully she was obviously afraid. Yet she didn't move or do anything to provoke the deatheater. Leandra was heavily afraid. Only a few years ago she had lost her husband to this lot. This lot of voldemort and his servants. And now, they had the power to be able to take her little girl in a second. Her only child. Leandra put on a brave face however difficult it was. She was determined to do whatever they said. She didn't want them hurting her little Yora.
"Oh, this is something valuable!" The deatheater who twas holding Yora hissed at Leandra. "Drop your wands!" He commanded the room. Immediately the sound of clattering wands shook the floor. It was somewhat loud considering the amount of people in the room. Everybody stayed stock-still and dead silent. It was as if a single drop of a pin would break the silence.
"We just want to talk." The deatheater, not holding Yora. Who Harry mentally named deatheater one, said.
It was than that by appariation, a woman entered the room. She wore a long black flowing dress, and her hair was definitely something. It was jet black and curly, teased and wild. Yora found her appearance frightening. The woman walked over to Yora.
"Aw, she's cute, I don't want to destroy such a pretty little face…" She said mockingly. "We're only here to talk, cooperate and the child is spared." She said. The death eaters began talking, but Yora's hearing seemed to fade away from the scene. For a vision was coming on.
Ginny Weasley had heard Yora scream. Ginny grabbed her wand, and ran out the bedroom door. Her vibrant red hair sticking out among the yellow wallpaper. At first she began to run, but her senses got to her, and she bravely crouched down as Yora was grabbed, and saw the deatheater hiss something in her ear. He made Ginny shudder; she thought she knew whom he was. The other man followed him into the meeting room. While Ginny crept down the stairs, and squeezed herself into the coat closet she had found Yora in earlier. She didn't know what would happen, and she didn't care that she was underage. If a fight broke out, Ginny Weasley assured herself she was going in. She felt a bit silly in the coat closet, not to mention how cramped it was. But Ginny was sixteen, not eleven. Therefore not as small as Yora Hindles was. She listened to the dialoge. And let out a shrill gasp when Bellatrix entered the room. It was by pure luck she wasn't heard, she sat in the closet waiting…..to see if she were needed for backup…..
Yora quickly recovered from the vision. It scared Yora. It was just like what had happened last night. Yora tried to listen to the dialoge. But the vision started again.
Ginny couldn't stay in the closet. She felt Bellatrix's eyes creeping toward it, was she really being that loud? Shuddering at the thought. Ginny crept out; perhaps she could find somewhere else to hide….perhaps…. Then she saw it. Cunning as a snake Bellatrix walking over to Yora.
"Aw, she's cute, I don't want to destroy such a pretty little face…." Bellatrix said, brushing black hair that had come loose from her pigtails off Yora's face. "We're only here to talk cooperate, and the child is spared."
Yora watched as the vision, seemed odd didn't that happen only a few seconds ago? Was that enough time for a vision to come about?
"We only came to warn you…." Bellatrix said. "For the dark lord doesn't want to kill the boy now." Yora was too frightened to think of a mental sarcastic comment to go with that. Even though normally many would've came to her mind.
It was odd. Death eaters usually didn't just "warn". They never had. No, they came and killed. They killed to get what they wanted. They fought and killed. They didn't stop and talk, or give a warning. No, it was odd. Yora concluded. She figured so did everyone in the room. It only made sense that something was bound to happen. It obviously wasn't a distraction or a surprise attack. Nor was taking everyone hostage. No, that was too obvious. Even Yora, who was eleven could see that. And if a child concluded something obvious it usually was. So, eliminating those options what was it.
It was then that a vision similar to the one before came into Yora's head. She heard the voices, blocking out those around her. It began taking over her with such force she went very stiff.
It didn't make sense.
No, none at all. It wasn't normal. It wasn't usual. It was just…. weird. So weird it had created a chill that crept up her spine, making her shiver. It was so odd; she couldn't even believe it happening. It made her annoyed. She wished it were simple. Like those whom she was assigned to kill. With a flick of your wand it's done. Over. A thing of the past, just a memory. But this? No spell could change it. If she were to flick her wand at the matter nothing would happen. It was giving her a mental outrage.
"Do not harm them." He had said to her, in his cool, calm, and cunning voice. The sound of it was beautifully manipulative. As if it could control anything in the blink of an eye. It sounded sly and cunning. Yet sweet as if he wanted you to please him, so you must obey. And be a child, and be eager to please.
"Just warn them of what is to come if they interfere with our plans." He had said. The air of confidence in his words seemed to add slight outrage to her mood. It was unnerving how non-bloodthirsty and out of character this was for him.
"For if we harm them it will not be in our favor. As much as I appreciate your," He paused. "Bloodlush. But, my dear, this prophecy is a delicate thing. It could result badly on us. Harm them, minimally, but only if they harm you." She had taken this bravely, even though his words on anyone else would've made them feel like a child.
"Give them a fair warning about what is to come, Bellatrix." He said, and then he stood up. He turned confidently and left her. His every stride putting himself further between himself and her.
No matter how outrageous it was, he was right. Of course he was. He was ALWAYS right. He could not be wrong. Of course he is right. His word twas like law to them. Of course he was. She began to feel assured with odd insanity. She smiled. Yet doubt occasionally crossed her mind like a sneaky serpent. She really wanted to harm. Yet if she was so loyal to Voldemort, why did she slyly doubt him? But now it did not matter the job would be done soon. And at the end of the day, she believed she was truly loyal…..
"We only wanted to warn you, what is to come is beyond yourselves. " She said. "After all…." She paused and smiled, an insanity smile that made everyone's skin crawl. She then stretched a delicate finger out. Taking shortened, quick steps. She walked towards him- Harry Potter. She laid a delicate finger on his scar.
"New prophecies are not to be tampered, and played with lightly, no?" She said. There was a moment of awkward silence. It was indescribably, yet I was felt heavily around the room. Bellatrix laughed a bit. As she slowly and carefully removed her finger, from the lightning bolted scar, of Harry Potter.
"We're through." She then apparated. Followed by deatheater one. Deatheater two roughly pushed Yora on the floor. Yet she wasn't damaged or hurt. Except for the mild pain in her lip when her face hit the floor. Also if you didn't count the fact she was shaking and sobbing for fear had struck her. She could've died, at any given moment just then.
"Yora! Honey, honey, are you okay?" Yora's mother said, alarmed, and maybe a bit hysterical. The warning upset her as it did everyone else. But hysteria was still sore in her gut. It was frightening. They had had her for a moment…. her little girl. They had had the ability to eliminate her at any given minute. The ability to leave Leandra all alone. First it was her husband, and now they could've done it to her little girl- her little Yora.
Yora had been scared. She had been deathly afraid, while the man was holding her, with his wand pressed firmly against her cheek he had firm control. In a matter of seconds, he could've killed her. In a simple matter of seconds. Silent tears had been squeezing out of her eyes while he had held her. Glistening as they were like ice that sneaky grew and sprang up just as winter did. When Yora's mother embraced Yora fell inter her embrace. Surrendering to the safety and warmth of her mother's blue shirt.
That night, as Yora was drifting off to sleep, she heard the voices again, as a vision was starting. It was the same one before. About Hogwarts….and the children in the boat, upon the lake. It frightened her a bit. For, she was going to Hogwarts very soon. And, hearing voices wasn't good. Especially if they were about children being drowned in lakes.
Not to mention the fact that Yora was already scared about starting a new school year. it was a concern muggles and wizards both shared. School years for children, especially at the start of it. Yora was worried because it was well...school. And starting school was scary enough for anyone. Not to mention she hadn't been away from her mother for that long of a period of time before. And these voices she had been hearing.
Yora sighed, none of it made sense. In fact, maybe it never would?