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Chapter 4: Captured
Over the summer I wasn't entirely sure what was going to be my fate. I was half tempted to remain at the orphanage in order to stay out of trouble. That was the most sensible thing to do since Death Eaters are able to waltz right into the school with ease because of Malfoy. It really made me want to kick his ass. I knew though that since Snape was the one who killed Dumbledore what happened that night would have happened anyway.
The August before the start of the last school year, I was sitting on my bed reading a school book from a previous year to pass the time. Suddenly, the door to my room burst open. My head quickly snapped up and I saw a group of guys walk into my room. An annoyed expression appeared on my face and I spoke as I stood up.
"Who the hell are you?! What gives you the right to suddenly burst into my room?! Get out!"
"We're here to take you to the Ministry. Information came to us from the top that you're a Mudblood."
"Why would the Ministry want to talk to me?" I asked suspiciously.
These guys definitely didn't look like the sort to work for the Ministry. All of them looked and acted like thugs.
"Haven't you heard the news?"
"If I had, I wouldn't be asking." I snapped.
These guys were giving me a bad feeling.
They looked at me with extreme dislike, but the leader of the group spoke anyway.
"The Ministry is undertaking a survey of Mudblood's like you. They don't understand how you managed to get your magical powers."
"What? What do you mean?" I asked with an incredulous look on my face.
"There was research undertaken by the Department of Mysteries revealing that magic can only be passed from person to person when Wizards like us reproduce. If you have no proven Wizarding ancestry, then someone like you obtained your magical power by theft or force."
"That's ridiculous!" I shouted.
"I think that's for the Ministry to decide. They want to interview you to see if you pass the test."
"What will happen if I don't pass?"
"They'll root you out." he said with a sadistic grin.
These guys weren't very smart. If it would have been me in their position, I wouldn't have answered my questions. It's obvious that all of this is a trap. What they're trying to make me go to isn't an interview. It's a trial!
I looked over at my wand on the desk and decided I didn't have much of a choice but to use it. I'm not going to the Ministry without a fight!
"Accio wand!" I shouted.
My wand quickly came to my hand and I yelled out my next spell.
"Immobulus!"
All of them were immobilized. I quickly used a spell on my bag to allow it to hold as much as possible and used another to get all of my things into it. Afterwards, I opened the window to my room and smirked at them.
"You can tell the Ministry to kiss my ass!" I shouted at them.
I quickly climbed out of the window with my bag in hand and ran away from the orphanage as fast as I could.
Since I knew I needed to know what was going on, I headed over to The Three Broomsticks a few days later. The second I arrived I looked around and found myself a newspaper in order to find out what was going on in the Wizarding world. I needed to be prepared for any changes taking place right now.
What I found out wasn't pleasant. A branch of the Ministry had just been created called the Muggle-Born Registration Commission. Their job was supposedly to interview people like me for their survey. As the man had said, they were accusing people like me of stealing our powers by theft or force. The fact the commission wasn't even hiding their intention of doing something to Muggle-born witches was alarming to say the very least. Voldemort had definitely taken over while I was hiding inside of the orphanage.
While I was there, I listened in on the gossip of the others around me. Apparently, there was a group called Snatchers who had been created for the sole purpose of gathering others like me up. I was just one of the lucky ones who managed to get away.
A sigh escaped my lips as I was about to stand up to leave but then the room went completely silent. I looked around in confusion as they looked in my direction until I heard someone clear their throat from behind me. When I turned my head to look back, I was greeted by the familiar sight of pink. My eyes moved up to the persons face and Dolores Umbridge giggled with her sickening sweet smile on her lips.
Running was my very first reaction and I quickly stood up and shoved her to the floor. I ran towards the nearest exit of the pub which happened to be the one leading directly into Diagon Alley. As quickly as I could, I ran through the door and slammed shut it behind me then used a spell to lock it. I turned around and tapped on the bricks of the wall leading to Diagon Alley to make them move out of the way.
My heart was racing inside of my chest as I ran down the long pathway between the shops. There were quite a few people walking around, and I was hoping to get lost in the crowd. One of the people, unfortunately, was a familiar white-blonde haired boy.
"How dare you?!" I heard Umbridge shout angrily from behind me.
Everyone looked over at her and she shouted again.
"Catch that girl! She's a Muggle-born witch trying to escape from the law!"
Malfoy's eyes widened in shock the moment he caught sight of me and the blonde woman next to him quickly raised her wand.
"Incarcerous!" she shouted.
My eyes widened in alarm when ropes flew from her wand and bound me. As a result, I fell to the ground and made a grunt of pain.
Leave it to someone who was with Malfoy to stop me from escaping.
