Chapter 9: A Nightmare to Believe
It has been a month, at least. I have been in this house for a month. Stuck in this dirty, lonely, dusty house. Only to leave when the full moon is out which has happened only three or four times total. It's hard to keep count when you cant concentrate on anything other than the immense pain that overides your body. Sorry. Too specific.
As I was saying, it has been nothing less than dull here. I cant leave therefore I had been forced to temporarily quit my job at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I miss it there. There was never a dull moment.
If you compare the fun, exciting place of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes with Grimauld Place then it is no contest who would win. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione had left about a month ago on their perilous journey to destroy the remaining horcruxes. Whatever those are. No one really ever told me. I never wanted to know.
Also, Tonks is always busy with Order work or Auror work, Remus is usually busy with a lot of order work, Mrs. Weasley- as caring as she is- has been trying to get me to clean the house to entertain me, and George is usually at work unless its his lunch break or after closing. I don't see much of him. Plus he's been gone for a week. I don't know why though. No one told me that either. He just came in my room a week ago saying he has to take a trip for a couple of days and then he'll come back. Merlin, I miss him.
While on the subject of George. If some people are wondering if he asked why I was being protected, he did. I was unprepared for an answer so I had to come up with something off the top of my head. I said I had some REALLY distant relatives on the dark side who mentioned me to Voldemort. He did wince a bit at the name. He then went on to hug me and tell me he wouldn't let anyone harm me. I trust him.
Right now I'm dusting my room a bit before I take a nap. I don't know why, but I'm really tired now. I finished dusting the back of the dresser like Mrs. Weasley suggested and threw the duster to the corner of the room. I'll pick it up later. I headed over to the bed and flopped right down on it and closed my eyes. Although it took a few moments before the dark curtain of sleep overtook me. If only I had just kept cleaning.
I opened my eyes to see a large clearing with many trees surrounding it. The trees were thick and I could only see a few feet past them even with my wolf senses. One rather large tree held some funky symbol on it. It was a skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth. Yuck.
"Why am I here? Where is here? How did I get here?" I found myself asking myself these questions even though it would be impossible for me to answer myself. I was scared. There was no one around except for an invisible crowing sound coming from nowhere. But I was startled once an actual crow flew right by my left ear to fly onto the tree with the skull. Creepy.
I then heard the sudden sound of a bunch of footsteps coming this way. I had to think quickly. Where can I hide? The trees! I ran as fast as I could to the nearest edge and jumped into the dark shrubbery. Questions still plagued my mind.
I was hiding for about five minutes, the footsteps gradually getting louder. It was almost hard to hear them over the deafening thump of my heartbeat. Calm down Celena.
But the most frightening thing ever happened. I almost had a heart attack when many people wearing black robes and skull masks just showed up out of nowhere surrounding the clearing. Just inches away from me. Oh Merlin!
One short little guy stepped forward and raised a shaky, stubby arm. He pulled the sleeve back and revealed the same mark that was on the tree tattooed on his arm. The others around the clearing did the same only much more steadily. Then in a synchronized motion they all raised their wands and touched the tip to their arms. Causing little black flashes to pop up where ever a person was standing.
At first nothing happened and I wondered what that little show was about, but then almost as suddenly as the crow, black fog sweeped over the entire clearing and made my heart beat a little faster if that was possible. Then the fog started to clear from the edges and meet in the middle to be pulled up by an invisible force. Picture pulling a blanket up from the middle. What is it doing?
All the fog was swirling in the middle like a tornado. I could just start to make out a silhouette of a man. Then the fog was clearing up and I could gradually see more and more of the man. It was him.
The man that's repulsiveness could only be imagined in the worst of nightmares. His bony body held a surprising power of darkness. His long fingers were securing a long black wand. But what caught my attention the most were his eyes. Those red piercing eyes that cut through your body like an icy knife. I knew this monster was Voldemort.
He stared at every single surrounding person. Their backs had stiffened when he appeared but their obvious fearful loyalty was hidden behind masks. He looked at one in particular and ran up as quick as a snake and grabbed the mask. It turned into dust. The man previously behind the mask had platinum blonde hair that went down just below his ears. His eyes were a ghostly blue and he had dark circle under his eyes. Probably from a ruined life on the dark side. He stood stiffly waiting to hear what his master had to say.
"Draco... Your family hassss helped me a great deal for a long time. I can predict you will be the ssssame assss your father was before thosssssse followersssss of Dumbledore'sssss murdered him. Do you think you can take on thissss ssssimple tassssssk?" His voice was just as bad as his appearance. It slithered like a snake's and its level of creepiness was off the charts.
Draco quickly nodded his head and replied,
"Yes my Lord." Draco's voice held a hint of fear in it. But just barely. Where have I heard that name before? Oh! Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. George loved to talk about him and Fred pranking him during Hogwarts. I would have giggled were it not for the situation. How did no one notice me yet?
Voldemort then turned swiftly and silently back to the middle of the group. He spoke with a booming voice again.
"Where isssss the bait? We need him for the girl." What? What is he talking about. Him for who?
A large group of people moved to the sides on the other side of the clearing to show the dark forest behind them. Another group of people showed up behind them carrying something behind them. What was it? They were blocking the item so I couldn't see it. But I did recognize the group of people.
My old pack. They were on the dark side. They were hunting for me. And I'm here. Now thats sick irony.
The pack leader Luther strided forward with importance in his step. He smirked which seemed more like a scowl and spoke with the same old egotistical voice,
"Yea we got the bait. Gave us a bit of trouble too. I hope your happy cause we're finished until we get our side of the deal finished." That took guts to speak to Voldemort that way. Although he did use to say "If your truly strong, then weakness and fear are unknown to you". I hate him.
Voldemort responded with, "All in due time. But now let me ssssse what you have brought."
Luther nodded and turned to nod his head to the group. The group of familiar faces parted and I just about died at what I saw. I was so scared that I couldn't breathe for a few moments. It was a body. A breathing body, but unconscience. It was the body of the man that I have fallen head over heels for in just the last couple of months.
My George!
I awoke with a start. It was a dream. No. A nightmare. No. It had to be real. It was so real. George had been taken by the pack for Voldemort. For bait! Its my fault he was taken. Then its up to me to get him back. I have to get George back. To apologize, to thank him, to... hold him at least once more. I need him. I need a plan.
First I need to make sure if it was really a nightmare or a real nightmare.
I have to go to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Discreetly.
-Hello again! Sorry for the cliff-hanger! I promise to have another chapter tommorow.
-I know this story seems to be going a bit fast, but I have so many other ideas for a George/OC that I might have to make them all fast. But tell me if I need to slow down and I will.
-I would like to thank my reviewers. YOU GUYS ROCK! he he sorry.
-Thanks again to everyone!
