Skye stood frozen, staring at Fred. No, no, no! This could not be happening. They couldn't. She wouldn't. Not after everything he did. Fred raised his eyebrow expectantly at her, waiting for her to give the three of them some information of this other man. Yet, at that moment in time, Skye couldn't seem to form any words in her mind other than 'No way in hell!'. She shook her head and stepped back, she really did not want to go. Would she still fit in the small chamber? Would he have found out about the small chamber? She sure hoped not! Maybe if they go, Fred and George could distract him while she ran and hid, and get Roxy to fix the rug. It was a good plan in her mind. That way, she wouldn't need to see him, the other can get the required information and when it was time to leave, let Him wonder round looking for her and reappear from her chamber. She mentally nodded her head. Yes, that could work. After the mental decisions had finished in her head, she turned to look at her three friends, all who were now frowning at her.
"We will go, on one condition." she stated. Everyone nodded their heads, waiting for her to continue. "Fred, George. When we get there, I need you to keep him away from the living room for about ten minutes, Roxy you will need to follow me and fix anything I touch, whether it be a photo or a rug."
Their frowns deepened, but despite that, they all nodded their agreement. She told the three friends the basics about Him, leaving out the horrid details that still haunt her dreams sometimes, even to this day. They were all intrigued about the guy, an ex-auror, ex-hogwarts professor and the one they were all looking forward to talking to him most about, was him being the ex-babysitter for Sahara and Skye. She prayed that maybe he had changed, even a little, but something inside her told her that there was no way he would have changed. Especially where she was concerned.
That night a chilly breeze swept over them as they huddled together, ready to face the cold night that stretched before them. it was all agreed after visiting Him, they would invest in buying a tent, or maybe getting George to sneak to the burrow and take the tent they used during the Quidditch World Cup. They stayed up late in the night, shivering and talking in an attempt to keep their tired minds off of the cold air that surrounded them, clawing at them until the were frozen prisoners of the night.
When morning came, all for teens were showered with warm rays from the morning sun, it warmed their faces and made each of them smile, gald that the day wasn't to be bleak and cold as it was last night. Skye was the first to stir, rolling over onto her back and leting the sun hit off her face warming it, Fred and George were soon sitting up, rubbing their eyes and stretching and Roxy was standing above Skye, holding her hands out to help her sit up. Accepting the offer, Skye joined Fred and George in a sitting position which Roxy then decided to take as well.
For a while they just sat there, allowing themselves to both warm up and wake up. It was Fred who spoke first, asking all of Skye's dreaded questions. "So, where does this guy live?" He turned to Skye, who was currently yawning. She bit her lip and thought back to all the times she had visited the damned house.
"South London, Abbott Lane," she replied.
"When are we going? We haven't really discussed this."
Despite her wishes to never go back, she replied, "Whenever, I guess."
"Well, I think we are going to need food and things. So, if we do it soon, we can get everything we need and leave this place."
Skye nodded as did everyone else, but everyone else was excited for this visit. Inside, Skye was shaking with fear, she always had a bad feeling about him, he was too cold, too evil. Sahara loved him though, thought Skye was being stupid whenever she voiced her opinion of the man. Skye brought her knees up to her chest, hugging then with he chin resting on them. This was how she used to sit, in the chamber. It had long been her her source of comfort, especially when scared.
Fred watched her with curious eyes. She was the one who had brought him up, yet she seemed reluctant to want to visit her old babysitter. He didn't question her however. If she wanted to talk about it, then she would. The only thing that concerned him and confused him to his core, was the one condition she had put in place. She wanted him away from the living for ten minutes and Roxy to make sure she left no evidence she had been around the house. It was at times like this, that Fred Weasley wished he had the power to read minds, that way he would know exactly what was going through Skye's head.
Skye didn't talk while the others were planning their visit, she wanted no part in it. How was she to explain their random appearance to Him? What if he contacted her parents, telling them that they were asking about Dragon Hills? Many things could go wrong, but it was the only option they had to get the information they needed to get to Dragon Hills.
"So, today then?" She heard George say. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide.
"T-today?" she stuttered, looking at each of them in turn. No, no, no. Not today. Anything but today!
"Yeah. The quicker we get it out the way, the quicker we can actually leave," stated Roxy.
"R-right. OK."
Fred frowned. Something was off with Skye. George seemed to notice too, as he raised his brow questioningly at Fred who shrugged. The three teens who had been talking stood up and turned to Skye waiting for her to follow. Slowly and shakily, she rose to her feet and walked towards them. Roxy instantly launched into the plan. They would all apperate to Abbott Lane, and Skye would lead them to the door. They would then follow Skye's one condition and then ask Him all the questions they needed and wanted answering. Skye nodded and soon faint 'pop's announced their departure, much to Skye's dismay.
