Chapter 11: Much Needed Rest

My eyes were closed. My mind was screaming at me to open my mouth and scream to relieve some pain, but the silencing charm that had been put on me. I was bound in old but strong vines from the forest and had scars littering my whole skin surface. I wanted to cry but was too tired from the suffering. I was in agony.

The many faces around me were laughing cruelly at my pathetic state. The loudest torturous laugh was coming from Luther. I would normally be ready to shred his carcass but I was tied up, tired, bloody, and probably dying. And the only thing running through my head was how I would never again see George's wonderful smile again. I would never get to hear another joke from him. I will never be able to tell him I love him. I love him. And I'm dying. The irony is sickening.

I was jolted from my thoughts as another spell hit me straight in the chest. I didn't know how many had hit me. I lost count after 23. Voldemort then stepped forward swiftly as if to make a huge announcment.

"Now, I think we have tortured you long enough." A felt relief in the pit of my stomach. But I knew this was not over. "Sssso now we can get on withhhh our plan. You ssssse Ssssselena, you have a power that I want. And sssince you don't want it anyway,-"

"I don't see why. It's the greatest power anyone can ever have." Luther had spoken up. The imbecile always thought being a werewolf was the best thing in the world. He was always trying to come up with new ways to become a werewolf fulltime instead of only at full moon. And the idiot just cut off Voldemort's speech. What a smart thing to do for a death wish.

Everyones head snapped towards his cocky face except Voldemort who turned his head slowly. His red eyes were calm but blazing deep inside. My insides were squirming at the deadly look in his eye. Luther, for once, actually looked shaken at the looks he was getting. Voldemort spoke with a deathly voice.

"It'sssss very brave of you to try to interupt me, Wolf. But if you do it again, I will not take it lightly." His head turned slowly back to me as Luther stepped back behind a couple pack members.

"Now assss I wassss ssssaying before, ssssince you don't want thissss ultimate power, I will take it from you." He smiled in a hellish way that froze my insides. And my eyes were frozen on his, begging to have the questions in my head answered. He smirked, his razor sharp teeth barely showing, and spoke, seeming to read my mind.

"Ah yesssss, you wouldn't know what I'm talking about would you?" Tears were starting to stream down my face in humility and shame at failing. I should've stayed home. "Well, the power I ssssspeak of is your lycanthropy. When urged on, it can me a mossssst powerful weapon. Assss for me taking it, it will be a painful prosssesss on your part, but it will be worth it in the end when I have more power than can be possssessssed in a mere human. And you will ssssimply die."

Tears were now streaming freely down my face. Everybody was laughing again and I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Aw, the wittle baby cewena is cwying. She cant handle the pwessure." And it joined in the uproarious laughter. Voldemort snapped again.

"Quiet Bellatrix! Let usssss begin. Luther?" Luther stepped towards me with menacing posture and kneeled down to my level to whisper somthing to me.

"I finally perfected it Celena. All I needed was someone to test it on. Luckily you came along, and it's not like anyones going to miss you if this experiment happens to go wrong." He snickered as I thought of George again. This really was the end of me. Luther stood stock straight and pointed his wand directly at my heart and yelled,

"Lupinus Metamorphigus!"

The end of his wand flashed a translucent white color and traveled down to my heart. As soon as it hit me I was in agonizing pain. My muscles cramped and my bones creaked. My heart was throbbing at the insane pressure that was building in my body. This torture was much worse than it would normally be on the full moon. During the full moon, I just go with the flow while my body changes for me, but now, I'm being forced to change. It's like being forced to eat ten times your own weight. It's damn near impossible.

After what seemed like a decade, which was only 60 seconds, the pain relieved and in its place stood wolfish anger. Unfortunately I was still bound and silenced which only burned my flaming anger even more. It was then that Voldemort stepped up beside my wolfish form and got an evil gleam in his eye. I just snarled on the inside. Luther was standing off to the side now beaming with pride in his own work.

Voldemort pointed his wand at my heart like Luther did and yelled with victory in his voice.

"Abducto Dicio!"

I felt nothing but a hot white flash of pain. I couldn't see anything but the insides of my eyelids from squeezing them so tight. I knew I was going to die now. I was too weak.

I felt my body start to change once again into my human body. It was less painful, almost numbing. At least I would die without too much pain. Just as I felt I was just about gone, a twig snapped behind Voldemort and most of his Death Eaters. He let the spell go and I just laid on the dirty ground, panting and thanking Merlin that I was alive. What had gotten their attention? I tried to lift my head up as much as it could go, but let my head drop back in vain. I wanted rest.

Everyone was still and silent. I listened to anything that could give me a clue as to what was going on. Then what happened next took me and everyone in the clearing completely by surprise.

Fifty or so different spells were fired at the clearing followed by the bodies of different order members. Spells were shot everywhere. Many color flew over my head but I couldn't move out of pure exhaust. I heard people falling down. Though I'm not sure dead or alive. I hope alive. Or dead for the evil people.

I closed my eyes but did not lose consciousness. I could still hear everything going on, and could feel the rumbling of the ground as the fighters were battling on it. But soon enough the feeling of the ground went away as someone slid their arms under me, rather roughly, and heaved me up into bridal style position. The person ran, probably straight into the forest and I weakly opened my eyes to see who it was.

Luther. He was taking me away somewhere. Damn. I was too tired to fight him. He ran for a few more minutes and finally stopped. He threw me to the ground and I gasped for the escaping air in my lungs. He stood farther back away and took out his wand.

"Celena, you and your family were disgraces to the entire pack. This revenge will be so sweet. I will see you suffer to your death tonight. And your precious boyfriend wont be here to save you. He he he." His bitter laugh sent a final chill down my spine before I was frozen with fear. I had to die this time. My only heroes were in the other clearing, battling away because I was too stupid to stay in bed, napping.

Luther raised his wand, his body shaking out of anticipation. But then froze. His face held that of shock and his legs started to give out. He gracefully fell on his back, his wand slipping out of his hand. All was silent except for the gentle thud of his body hitting the dirt and the clang of his wand tapping the ground.

What was that? Did he have a stroke or something? What makes a grown man just fall to the ground like that? Well at least I'm saved for now. If only I could just close my eyes and rest. So I shut my eyes.

"Celena! Merlin, Celena what have they done to you?" I recognize that voice. I dream about it day and night. It's the voice I can't stand to be away from for more than a day without losing my mind. George.

My eyes opened in shock, staring straight at the similar blue eyes I thought I would never see again. He mirrored my look of shock and grinned in relief. He scooped me up in his arms and held me while I silently cried.

"Celena I thought I would never see you again. I love you, I love you, I love you." He was kneeling on the dirty ground, holding my limp body in his arms. He was kissing every part of my face that he could. Tears were lightly running down his face too, the first ones I had ever seen him shed. He finally calmed down and saw how tired I was as I was trying to keep my eyes open for him.

"Close your eyes Celena. Your safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. Just get your deserved rest." I didn't need telling twice so I closed my eyes. George kissed each of my eyelids and lifted me up much more gently than Luther did and quickly moved to apparate to a safe place. And the deep breathing in his chest soon lulled me into the deepest sleep I ever had.

-So George found Celena and she should be safe now, or is she? Read to find out.

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