Jacen

Time passed, time and time again. It continued to go on as I got thinner, and I started to fear I would never escape the horrifying prison. Occasionally bouts of magic would go off, but nothing that could ever help me escape.

I was visited less and less often except for that vial every single day. I didn't understand why it was there. I wished I could just figure out what was going on without endangering Ella. I had to be strong. Being strong sucked.

Ella

"Things changed over the days you were gone," Rowan told me when we met up in the Room of Requirement. "Everyone's been recruited into the Jr. Aurors. Jezebel Carrow tried to protest it and almost got arrested."

"What?" I cried. My plan was shot now. "What are we gonna do?"

"That's where we take a risk," Mara-Jade said.

Jacen

I was suddenly dragged to my feet around the time that I normally given the stupid vial and whatever consisted of the first meal of the day. The cloaked, masked figures dragged me along, up to a lounge room where only the three people I blamed the most for my misery were. Blue fire blazed in the fireplace and the torches, and from what I could see, the furniture glimmered of luxury.

Morgana was on a couch, in rich colors with a low-cut neckline in her robes, her hair in an elaborate hairstyle, and her green eyes watched me unsettlingly.

"Gellert, is this the boy you claim is so strong with magic?" She asked, scrutinizing me as she leapt to her feet.

"He would be," Voldemort told her, getting to his feet as well. "He is the son of Alice Potter and Ky Emrys. His parents would've passed on their own talents, inflated thanks to me."

"So it's your fault we have the most powerful wizards in the world against us?" Morgana asked dryly.

"Well, if this goes as well as Gellert says it will, we might have rectified the mistake," Voldemort answered hastily.

"What mistake?" I couldn't hold back anymore.

All three sets of glowing green eyes were focused on me.

"What mistake?" I repeated, louder, more defiantly.

"Ah, my dear boy," Voldemort said, striding forwards. "Once, I gifted your parents with powers beyond their dreams. The power had an unexpected side-effect, however. It twisted them, and continued to twist them over time. Why else do you think your own mother betrayed you and signed the agreement that put you into the war?"

"It took over my mother?" I asked, caught off-guard.

"And your father," Voldemort continued. "Work with us, and you will see how develop your own potential, and you will learn the secrets that could cure your mother and father with the help of your twin sister."

"Just think about it, boy," Morgana said. "Power runs through your veins. Heir of Merlin, Heir to Slytherin, Son of Ky Emrys and Alice Potter, born on Hallow's Eve, with a twin, no more no less. You have so much talent. We cannot let you waste it."

"What you consider a waste, I consider a good use," I interrupted. "Why on Earth would I work for you? You're the ones who decided to try to kill people like my friends, people who just happened to be born to the wrong families!"

"You have no idea what muggles did to people like us!" Morgana snarled, and I backed away in the full fury of her acidic green eyes. "A mere muggle was the one who went to that stupid sorcerer that is your ancestor and made him give my mother love potions! That's how that so-called mighty king came into this world. And do you know what he did? The boy king murdered the fairies with his iron sword, and destroyed the first pixie crystal. I still wear the shards to remind myself that I failed!"

A pale yellow gem with a pink glow radiating off of it hung prominently over her chest, and I felt something like my magic within it.

"Things have changed," I said when I finally found my voice. "More are born with magic every day-"

"Which is why we must kill off this invading species," Voldemort snarled.

"I don't think so! They're just like us!" I protested under the fury of the three sets of glowing green eyes.

"They are not one of of us, any of them," Gellert said coldly. "You are running out of chances, little one. You haff two options-join us, or rot in that cell for the rest of your life."

"We may not even grant you that," Morgana interrupted. "We may be forced to kill you."

"Then kill me!" I stretched my arms wide open.

The three suddenly looked nervous and were whispering. I waited uneasily. What was I going to do?

"I'm sorry you feel that vay, then," Grindelwald said, turning to me with an amiable look that set every nerve afire. He raised his hands, and I cringed as shadows came out, and passed over my body. It felt like ice, and when I looked back, there were black marks on my hands, like what my sister had done to Knights of Walpurgis in our first year.

"What have you done?" I cried.

"You vill serve us now," Grindelwald said with an infuriating smirk. "Bow to us, Jacen Emrys."

Immediately, without any choice in the matter, I bowed, and then got on my knees.

"Good job," Voldemort said. "Hopefully this will turn out better than your last time."

Grindelwald scowled at him, and Morgana stepped between the two of them. "He has succeeded. The boy is ours to control."

I glared up with fury. "I hate you," I snarled.

"Oh, do you?" Morgana's voice was dripping with syrup. I felt my hand come up and slap my own cheek hard enough that it was stinging and I knew without looking at a mirror that it was bright red.

"I see what you mean, this is quite fun," Voldemort observed.

I was forced to sit there, unable to defend myself, and I wouldn't dare open my mind up to Ella now. Not with the newfound dangers.

Ella

"Let's go," Gavin said, and we quickly got going out of the common room. It was impossible to really slip off unnoticed, so we had to move fast into the Room of Requirement. We darted through passages, keeping as quiet as possible.

My heart pounded in my eardrums, and I felt alive at the idea of being able to see my brother again. At the door of the Room of Requirement was Rowan, Mara-Jade, and Kieran.

"Good, you're all here," I said. "Follow my lead, we don't have much time before we're noticed."

"What are you doing?"

I cursed under my breath, and turned around to see Peter pointing a wand at all of us.

"Get out of here," Gavin snarled. "You don't want any trouble."

"You're about to disappear and desert, aren't you?" Peter asked, stepping forwards. "I should've known. You all think you're so special, you being the first to be recruited. Freaks, all of you."

"Peter, stop." Kieran's voice carried even with its quiet tones.

"Shut up, you little freak," Peter said.

Something inside her broke right then and there.

"Freak, am I?" She demanded. "A freak for something I can't even control? I didn't mean to get hurt! I was born with these powers, for Heaven's sake, Pete! The moment I get in an accident, you desert me! You're a coward!"

"I'm not, little freaky Frankenstein! The real Kieran would rather have died than let herself continue in this half-life!" He protested.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Kieran was confident in her fire this time, and she was really a girl of flame, bright, with no screaming or signs of pain. This was Kieran in her purest form.

Peter got the message, and he ran as fast as he could. Kieran took control of the fire again and was back to normal except for her eyes, which had a little flame flickering inside them.

"Come on, let's get going before that snitch rats us out," she said, and we walked into the Room of Requirement, into the hangar.

"I'm taking the Deryn," I announced. "Rowan, take the Millennium Falcon, Gavin, the Leviathan. Mara-Jade, board the Three Hecates, and Kieran, take the Selene Shadow."

"Ay ay," Mara-Jade agreed, and we hopped into the cockpits, and opened the hangar door.

"Alright, let's do this," I said. "This is Hero, ready for launch."

"This is Gryffindork, ready for launch."

"This is Flyboy, ready for launch."

"Girl on Fire, ready for launch."

"Do I have to do this? Fine, Street Rat's ready."

"Okay, launch," I said, and I began pushing the buttons and pulling the levers and placed a hand firmly on the joystick. All at once, our war machines were flying over Britain.

Jacen? I tried again. I closed my eyes, and let a twin sense guide me.