October 8, 2028:
"Please. Please, don't go," I kept on shouting.
He wasn't listening to me. He kept on walking away. I felt myself starting to cry. He couldn't leave me. All I needed was to see those liquid silver eyes. I needed to see all the love and happiness that hid behind them. I needed him.
"You told me that you would always stay with me!"
He stopped.
"You told me that you would always be here for me!"
He turned around.
"You told me that you loved me," I then whispered.
His liquid silver eyes pierced into me, like they were trying to look through my soul. He didn't move, and neither did I. I could tell that he thought I was pathetic. I was crying over nothing. He wasn't mine to keep. I had no control over him.
I desperately wanted more than anything for all of those statements to be true, though. I wanted him to stay with me, to be here for me, to love me. Because even though he wasn't mine, I was his. He had my heart. It was his to keep. I was his to keep. Totally and completely.
He then chuckled, cruelly. He knew I was pathetic. He knew it would break me if he walked away. He knew I was in the palm of his hand. He knew and didn't care.
After another second of him staring at me, he turned back around and continued walking. He never glanced back, and he took my heart with him.
I woke up from the dream, terrified, though I didn't know why. I couldn't remember most of the details, but I did remember Scorpius being in it. Any dream with Scorpius in it couldn't be bad, could it? Then why did I get the feeling that this was one of my worst nightmares. I couldn't stop shaking. I was gasping for my breath.
I hadn't had a nightmare like that in a while. Not since that night after Roxanne's funeral. That was a tough night, but Scorpius definitely helped me through it. He helped me more than he would ever know. The next morning woke up to him being inches from my face and a sort of peace flooded through my body. I wasn't happy or sad. I was just perfectly content. Like I could wake up like this every morning and never feel unhappy again. There was so much truth to that statement.
Scorpius was still asleep. I almost couldn't believe it, but he was even more beautiful asleep than he was awake. His face looked calm and completely smooth. His lips were parted slightly. His light blonde hair was messed up. The only downside was that I couldn't see him liquid silver eyes.
I was still curled around him, neither of us moving at all since we fell asleep. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. Then he woke up and smiled at me. The days after that seemed to come a bit easier.
If I were being honest, even though it might sounds horrible, my life didn't change all that much after Roxanne died. I was used to her being out of my everyday life. I went back to work, cheered Scorpius on at Quidditch games, and complained to Michael about my life. Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. Scorpius and Michael always kept an eye out for me, but not any more than they did before Roxanne's death. Everything seemed absolutely normal. Just like it always was.
It didn't really hit me that she was gone forever until a couple weeks later when I hadn't received a letter from her in a while, and that was when I realized I never would again. I didn't cry then, though. I prided myself on being strong. I was pretty much strong throughout the entire ordeal, except for that night.
That's why I was so surprised that I had a nightmare again. The last remnants of the dream left my mind. I usually didn't remember my dreams, and this one was no different. It troubled me that Scorpius was in one of my nightmares, though.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. When they did, I realized what woke me up. There was a tall, dark figure hovering over my bed. I didn't recognize the man, and I instantly felt terrified. More so than a couple of seconds ago.
I went with my first instinct and let out a scream, but the man quickly covered my mouth. He smiled at me, but it was the creepiest smile I had ever seen. His teeth seemed to glow in the darkness. It was like he enjoyed seeing how terrified I was. He roughly pulled me out of bed.
I feebly attempted to reach my wand that was located on my nightstand, but the man pinned both arms to my side.
That was when my door then burst open, and the light turned on. Both Michael and Scorpius were in the doorway. Their eyes widened as they realized what was going on. The man gave them one of his creepy smiles, as the both shouted curses at him with their wands pointed. Flashes of red and purple light filled the room, but they were a second too late.
The man had already Disapparated, with me with him.
We appeared into a room. It was roughly the same size as my own bedroom, but that was where the similarities stopped. There was nothing in it except for a naked bulb that was on and hanging from the ceiling. The light was dim, but it was enough to get a good look at the man for the first time.
He was tall and had dark hair. His eyes were completely black, and they had a bit of an insane glint to them. He was smiling again. His teeth were perfect. All of them were straight and bleach white. His grin reached from ear to ear, it was almost impossibly large. A shiver ran down my spine.
"Who are you?" I managed to ask, sounding a lot braver than I felt. My dad taught me that I should always at least pretend to not be afraid in situations like this. It made sure that your captor wouldn't get inside your head and made it look like it would take a lot more to break you down.
"Dmitri Dolohov. At your service," he replied. He then dipped into a large bow from his waist. His smile never dropped. He was enjoying this way too much. It was like he was playing a game with me. Maybe he was.
"Dolohov," I said, the name triggering something in my memory. "You are a Death Eater. Or the son of one judging by your age."
His grinned widened. "You are a lot smarter than you appear."
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing from you, exactly. All I want is to see your father's pretty little face when he sees you on his doorstep. Dead."
I felt the color drain out of my face for the first time in my life. My heartbeat quickened as my skin went ice cold. I felt like I was about to throw up. Death didn't sound like fun. I could tell that he actually meant what he said too. There was definitely insanity in his eyes. That meant he would be totally unpredictable.
I tried my best to keep my composure, but I could hear my voice start to shake as I said, "And why would you want to do that?"
He started walking towards the door. He threw over his shoulder, "All in good time, my dear. Now go to sleep, Little Lily. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. We want to make sure you are well rested."
He turned and winked at me before closing the door. I heard the lock click behind him. I ran to the door after him anyways. First I jiggled it, hoping I could somehow manage to undo the lock. Then I tried to unlock the door by magic, but I didn't have my wand. There was nothing else in the room I could theoretically channel my magic through. I was trapped. And I was going to die.
Then I scolded myself for thinking that. Michael and Scorpius would contact my parents. My dad was an Auror. They will know how to find me, and I will fight until they get here. I was smart. I could probably find some way out. I promised myself that I would stay alive until either they got here or I escaped.
I slid against the wall, sat down, and curled into a tight ball. I then whispered, "I am not Lily."
For some reason, after I said that my brain couldn't think of anything else. Maybe it was the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the stress of the situation, or a nasty combination of the both, but I couldn't focus on anything except for the fact that this guy thought I was Lily. "You got it wrong!" I shouted. "I am not Lily!"
He kidnapped a person, and he didn't even do right. He grabbed the WRONG PERSON! For a second I wished that he would have grabbed the right person, I wouldn't have to be in this mess. Then Lily's sweet, innocent face popped into my head, and guilt washed over me. Lily would not be able to handle this. I wasn't even sure I could handle this.
My kidnapper was an insane idiot. That would only make escaping that much easier. I could outwit him.
Kidnapper. It was strange to think about. Then I said it out loud. It felt equally as strange on my tongue.
Everyone goes through life expecting that we will only experience the good thing in life. We hear about people being taken from their homes and killed, but we never think that that person could have been us. We all just assume that it will be a person across town or maybe even the person next door.
The truth is that none of us are immune to the bad things in life. In the past year, my best friend died, and I was taken from my home. It was all luck. Lily was lucky that Dmitri Dolohov Apparated into my room and not hers. She was lucky that we looked similar, and that he probably only ever heard a general description of her. Ginger hair. Freckles. Weasley. We both fit the description perfectly.
I found a white pebble on the floor next to me. It made me smile. There was his second mistake. The room wasn't completely empty. He missed this small, white rock. It was barely larger than my fingernail. This small, rock could be the thing that decides between my escape and my death. I scratched a white mark into the floor, using the rock. I then put it into the pocket of my pajamas. Day 1.
Wow. I know I am tossing a bunch of curve balls and complete chaos breaks out within a couple of short chapters. If you just be patient, all of this will work itself out. I do have a plan, even though it may not seem like it at the moment.
Until next time;)