Chapter Fourteen: the fighting one

'You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in between in every way. But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way up to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist.' –Lauren Oliver.

Apparition, Lucie decided was not the best way to travel. It was extremely uncomfortable; especially when you land on the harsh wooden flooring of what she had guessed was inside the shrieking shack. She winced slightly, getting to her feet and searching around the dimly lit bedroom area that was in drastic need of renovation.

"Scorpius?" she whispered into the air, pulling her wand out of her dress robe pocket. She waved the wooden stick around the room once ignited, hoping that he was lay somewhere near or at least somewhere she could see.

"Lucie!" Scorpius yelled. Lucie followed the sound of his voice, every footstep she took in her god forsaken heels causing a dusty floorboard to creak. She slowly advanced through the murky hallway, following his voice into another bedroom area.

"Lucie!" Scorpius yelled once he saw her, running towards her and protectively grabbing her waist. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his wand also raised at the six dark figures towards the corner of the room.

"I'm fine," she nodded, her tone wavering.

"It's lovely to see the two of you again," Amelie smiled widely, lowering the hood of her cloak as the five shadows suddenly turned into tall, burly guards with angry expressions on their wrinkled faces.

"I can't say the same for us," Scorpius hissed, shaking his pale haired head.

"You looked adorable at the ball, by the way," Amelie smirked, "it's nice to see the two of you have made up since you kissed that know-it-all redhead."

"You were watching?" Lucie questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion.

"I'm always watching," Amelie mirrored her actions, cocking her head to the side and wearing an eerie smile.

"How?" Lucie's hand quivered as she gripped onto her wand so tight that her knuckles were white, she tried to remain calm, she wasn't weak, and she couldn't be.

"I have my ways, dear," Amelie remarked, shrugging her prim shoulders.

"You never give us straight answers, you know that?" Scorpius snapped his grip on both his wand and Lucie tightening as Amelie began to walk in a circle around the two of them. Amelie's dark eyes monitoring their every movement, as if she were a predator stalking its prey, it was making Lucie feel uneasy as she left her line of sight each time.

"Pity," Amelie ignored his comment, "I would have loved to have seen your father's face when he found out that his dear, only son, fell in love with a Longbottom." Scorpius tensed, his eyes flickering over her movements as she still circled him and Lucie.

"What makes you think I love her?" he inquired, his grey eyes flashing dangerously.

"It's not hard to ignore, Malfoy," Amelie scoffed, Lucie took in a sharp breath and held it, waiting for her next words but they never came.

"Guards!" Amelie suddenly snapped her fingers after a few minutes of silent contemplation, "Separate them."

Two guards suddenly non-verbally shot disarming spells to the two teenagers, one large, gorilla like man grabbing Lucie's wrists and dragging her away forcefully from Scorpius, who had been held across his shoulder's and dragged to the opposite side of the room. They both writhed against the guard's grips, squirming and flailing their arms at every opportunity.

"I want you both," Amelie stated, running a hand through her long, dark hair, "to tell me one good reason why I should let you live."

Scorpius and Lucie remained silent, the two of them staring at each other curiously. It was a strange thing to ask on Amelie's behalf; surely she would have liked to get the murder over and done with as soon as possible. Merlin, the waiting was driving Lucie insane.

"Now!" Amelie yelled angrily, slashing her wand through the air and binding both of their wrists together in front of the chest.

"I don't have a reason!" Lucie yelled, still writhing against the binds and the guard's grip.

"Oh?" Amelie raised an eyebrow at the girl, shocked by her reply.

"I don't have one," Lucie repeated, "if you want revenge, by all means do it."

"Interesting," Amelie slashed her wand again and binds wrapped around their ankles tightly. "And you, Malfoy?"

"I have no reason for you to let me live," Malfoy roared furiously, "just do it, kill us, what are you waiting for?"

"River," Amelie spat.

"Why do you want my mother?" Lucie seethed through gritted teeth, her frustration growing with every second that passed.

"I want her to see this," Amelie spat venomously, "I want her to feel the pain of having her first born child snatched away from her. I want her to feel how I did when she took my baby away from me. I want her to ache, I want part of her to die along with you, and I want her to realise what it does to a person, taking their child away!"

"Who was your child?" Lucie seethed, "Tell me!" she added with a bellow.

"You really don't want to know," Amelie hissed under her breath.

"Tell me!" Lucie bellowed, shaking with fury against the guard's grasp.

"Gwen Mills!" Amelie screamed in reply, stopping Lucie's writhing and shaking instantly.

This couldn't be true, Lucie thought. Not her Gwen, not the bubbly, boy-obsessed Gwen she knew who would get excited over a new copy of Witch Weekly on the shelves of Hogsmede. Not her Gwen that had been obsessed with her getting her hair done for the ball, and not the Gwen that nearly cried with joy when Jude asked her out. It couldn't be true. She was a good person, she was brought up by muggles, and she wasn't Amelie's child. It's impossible.

"You're lying!" Lucie shrieked, shaking her head rapidly.

"I don't lie!" Amelie screamed, "You can't say you haven't noticed the similarities: the hair, eyes, and mannerisms. Believe or not, we're more alike that you think."

"Not my Gwen, my Gwen can't be related to you," Lucie cried, tears falling from her eyes involuntarily, "She's a good person, unlike you."

"Be that as it may, I'm telling the truth."

Lucie cried harder, thinking of her best friend in Hogwarts, thinking of all the times she had spent at her house during the summer holidays. How her entire parentage had been a lie, a lie Lucie realised had been constructed by her own mother. She shook her head, blocking out Scorpius' cries of her name, Amelie's rushed explanation and the loud bang that erupted from the door. This was all too much, too much to handle, and too much to know.

"Lucie!" Gwen yelled shaking her friend rapidly, just after River had stunned her younger sister.

Oush, four more chapters left to publish.. omg omg omg...

sorry for the late update, revision classes and course work needed to be done (still does)

love you all, cait