My eyes opened blearily as I was slammed onto a rough dirt floor. My ears were ringing and I couldn't hear anything but my own thoughts. A sneering face looked down on me: a man with greasy brown hair and a large nose. I don't think that he realized that I was awake yet since he just walked out of the cave without sealing the enterence.
He began talking to a man almost as ugly as he. I took a closer look and realized that the both of them had tattoos on their necks. I squinted and caught the number of the second man. 145273.
I tried to shift myself into a more comfortable position but screamed in pain when I moved, bringing the attention of the two men back onto me. The one that kidnapped me brandished his wand and I felt a streak of pain before I blacked out again.
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The next time that I woke up, my captors had sealed the enterence to my cave. I had awoken to a buzzing feeling on my wrist, but instead of trying to figure out what it was, I stayed laying down, afraid that if I moved I would feel the bone-shattering pain again. My eyes roamed around the room. It was made of packed dirt and, as far as I could tell, there was no real entrance. You must only be allowed to access it from the outside by magic. There was an old bed in one corner and a grimy desk near the door, a light hovering over it.
I tried to sit up again, but my body didn't like that idea and decided to once again darken my vision.
When I once again reawoke, my body was in significantly less pain and there was someone standing over me. A girl with curly blond hair and golden eyes was feeding me some kind of vile potion. My eyes immediately moved to her neck where I saw familiar looking numbers: 173452. She smirked once she saw that I was awake and said, "Good." I jerked my head back. She sounded American. "You're up. I'll be telling the commander and he'll tell you everything."
"Where am I?" I tried to ask through parched lips.
The girl sneered at me and kicked me in the stomach. "You shall not speak unless given specific orders from the commander." I nodded to show I understood and she left the room at a brisk pace.
I only had to wait a few moments before someone else came into the room. I gasped at the man's size. He was HUGE and had muscles rippling noticeably throughout his body. He was bald with a scar running from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his lips. "Now, Emma," the man said in an American accent. "This is no way to treat our prisoner. Get her seated in the desk." The blonde girl I had seen earlier- Emma- grabbed me by the arm and forced me into the desk I had seen earlier.
"What do you want with me?" I spat, glaring at the "commander".
Emma hissed at me, but the man just laughed. "Calm, my dear." He turned back toward me. "Well, you are the new Wandmaker, are you not?"
"I thought that Americans had their own Wandmakers."
"Ah, we do. Alas, there is only one true Wandmaker that is chosen over the years. The ones that we have in America are just descendants from true Wandmakers." He came closer to me and kneeled. My nose wrinkled in disgust and I had to fight the urge to vomit. "And we need the true Wandmaker. We need you to make the most powerful wand of this age to start the next great prophesy."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know about any 'powerful wand' business." My eyes roamed his neck, trying to find the numbers that I had grown accustomed to seeing.
"Yes, but you will. Emma?" Emma handed the Commander a small object. He lifted the parcel to my face and revealed a small sphere. "Touch the sphere and you'll know our new wand. Touch it," he bellowed, grabbing my arm, pinching it so hard that it made me cry out in pain. He touched my arm to the orb and my mind was immediately flooded with information. Willow wood from the Whomping Willow on Hogwarts. Thestral hair braided with Unicorn and Kelpie hair. The design was so specific, but my hands were itching to make it.
My eyes, which I hadn't realized I closed, shot open to see the Commander holding a small vile of silvery mist, which I came to find out was my memory. The man grinned evilly, pocketing the container. "We'll get you what you need and you shall make the wand for us. Don't try to switch the design or trick us in any way. If you do..." He flicked his wand toward me and my body was bent backwards in pain. "Get some sleep. You'll need it. This is the last peaceful night that I'll be giving you." He and Emma sauntered out of my cave, leaving me to stumble over to the creaky bed using the faint light of the lantern. I clumsily reached out to undo my bracelet and quietly sobbed, "Albus," into it.
My bracelet morphed into the mirror to reveal Al's worried face. There was a lot of noise around him and I saw flashes of red hair behind him. "Sophia!" Al cried. He turned around to call to someone, "I have Sophia on the mirror! Dad, Mum, Oliver, Alicia, Uncle Ron, Aunt-"
"Al!" I whispered to him. "I don't know how much time I've got."
The mirror was snatched from his grasp and I was suddenly looking at my Mum, who was weeping openly, and Dad, who looked tense enough to pass for a statue. I wanted to cry. I missed them so much. "Hi," I choked out.
"Sophia! My beautiful daughter. Are you okay, darling? We've been trying to find you for nearly a week, but it's like you've disappeared. Oh, my baby! Did they hurt you? You look pale and underfed and-"
"Sophia," Dad inturrupted urgently. "My love. You need to tell Harry everything that you know about your surroundings. We're going to find you. Hang in there. We love you."
"I love you guys too."
The mirror was passed to Harry, who was crowded by Ron and Hermione. They all looked stressed and as if they hadn't slept properly for several days. "Sophia. Can you tell me about where you are?" Harry asked gently.
"Um," I started looking around. I held up the mirror so they could see my surroundings. "I'm in a cave-"
"Can you tell us about what you've seen? Like the people and what they want?" Ron said, cutting me off.
"They all have numbers tattooed on their necks," I recalled. "I remember one of them: 173452. That was Emma's. They all work for someone that they call the Commander. And I think that I'm in America. I'm not sure where, though." I felt exhausted just from speaking, but Hermione urged me to continue. "They said that they want me to make them a special wand so they can start some sort of prophesy."
The trio exchanged worried glances and Hermione gently said, "Thank you, darling. We're going to find you. We all love you here, okay?" I nodded shakily, biting my lip to keep from crying. "We'll get you back to Al now."
When I saw his face again, I burst into tears. He reached out a hand, as though to try and comfort me, before he realized that he couldn't reach me through the mirror. "Soph. We'll get you out of there, I promise. Just stay safe for me, okay?" I sobbed harder and Al looked around desperately. "Rose is sleeping for the first time in days," Al continued, trying to distract me. "Ava had to go talk to Leo since, you know, the whole letter thing. Scorp's parents made him go home..." He continued listing people in our family until his voice finally lulled me to sleep.
When I woke up, my mirror had turned back into a bracelet and I quickly slid it back onto my wrist so that my captors wouldn't take it away from me. It was good timing too, since just as I hid my bracelet from view, Emma came in with a pitcher of some sort of drink and an ominous looking bag.
"Good. You're up." Emma set the pitcher down on the desk and opened the bag. She shot me a glare when she saw that I was still sitting on my bed. "Get up. Or I'll make you." I stumbled over to the desk and Emma shoved the pitcher in my face. "Drink," she demanded. I took a hesitant sip before deciding to gulp down the water. It wasn't the clearest water, but I hadn't had anything to drink in days, so the sludge tasted like a million galleons.
"I got all the materials that you need to make the stupid wand," Emma continued, looking at me expectantly.
"I need my wand," I said in my scratchy voice, fingering the materials in the bag. I had never made a wand before but the stuff in the bag was calling to me.
"Fine." She tossed my wand to me and I felt a rush of joy go throughout my body. Maybe I had a chance to escape! As though she read my mind, she removed her own wand from her pocket. "Try anything and I have permission to kill you."
I nodded fearfully, which wasn't like me. Where was my Gryffindor courage?
I began to remove the things that I needed from the bag. I carefully began to braid the hairs under Emma's beady eyes, muttering ancient magic under my breath.
And so began the hardest and scariest weeks of my life.
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