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"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" Callen screamed into the forest. She had run down there from the castle, crying the whole way. "I hate them all!"
Try as she might to believe this, she couldn't, and knew it. Though she had been at Hogwarts only about a month, it was more like a home to her than the nearly deserted city of Ocenian, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were more a family to her than her parents were.
She took one last look at the castle before she left forever. She saw a distant blob that looked a bit like Harry come running out the front door, then stop and look around.
"Oh no," she said. She turned around again and fled into the forest.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Standing on the front steps leading to the castle, Harry looked around for Callen. He wanted to apologize to her for acting like a jerk and beg her to stay for a while longer. He couldn't see her anywhere, and was becoming increasingly nervous when he saw a flash of red hair. Sure enough, there was Callen, darting between trees.
"Callen!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. If she heard him yell, she didn't acknowledge him. "Callen!" he yelled again. He ran down to the forest, then paused a minute, debating the stupidity of what he was about to do.
Callen watched from her lofty perch in an old tree as Harry raced through the trees toward her. She sat as still as she could possibly sit, praying that he wouldn't see her. Luckily (or so she thought) for her, he didn't. Later on, however, she would wish that he had seen her.
She stayed in the tree till Harry was out of sight and she couldn't hear him crashing through the underbrush anymore, then climbed down. She started off in a different direction, praying that she was going toward the myriod.
As she walked, she began to feel slightly better, now that she was headed back to her home. She even began to sing, a song that her mother had taught her.
As she hiked, she didn't notice the sky getting darker, or that she didn't seem to be getting any closer to the myriod. Finally, though, she realized that it was nearly pitch black out and there were storm clouds rumbling overhead.
"Wonderful," she muttered. She kept walking till she found a good tree for sleeping in, then climbed it, wrapped up in Harry's cloak, and fell asleep, just as the sky opened up and poured.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry, meanwhile, was still searching for her, his wand lit and his cloak pulled tight against the pelting rain.
"Callen!" he shouted. "Callen, come on! I'm sorry!"
Nothing happened, except the sky lit up with lightning.
"Damn it," Harry swore and held his wand up higher, increasing the tiny circle of light. "Callen? Where are you? Please, come back inside!"
No one answered him. Harry was beginning to become frantic with worry. Aside from the rain, it was silent for a few minutes. Somewhere off to his right, he heard a girl's scream.
"Callen!" he shouted, running in the direction of the scream. "CALLEN!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Callen had awoken when lightning struck a nearby tree, setting it afire. The rain had quickly put out the blaze, much to her relief. That wasn't what had made her scream, however.
"What are you doing out here, child?" a chilling voice asked. Callen looked around, frightened.
"Who's there? Show yourself," she said bravely.
"Down here, child," the voice said. Callen started shivering. Grasping the branch she was sitting on firmly, she leaned forward a bit and looked down. She screamed and nearly fell out of the tree, what she saw terrified her so.
It was the cloaked figure from hers and Harry's dream. Only now, she could see its face - and that frightened her more than not seeing it.
His face was like that of a snake, with slits for the nostrils and flat, ugly red eyes. Callen bit back another scream, closing her eyes and leaning back.
"You are frightened, correct?" the voice said mockingly. "There is nothing to be afraid of. I do not need you to kill you. I need you to lure someone else."
"Who.who are you?" she whispered, her eyes still closed.
"I? I am the Lord Voldemort," the voice said. Callen felt herself go cold at the sound of his name. She tried to remember where she had heard it before, and why it seemed to be a bad sign. She had a flashback from the night before, when Hermione had been talking to her.
"I think he meant Voldemort," she remembered Hermione saying.
"But how would Voldemort know who I am?" she whispered to herself.
"How? Yes, how indeed," Voldemort mused. "You will learn that in time. Wormtail," he said, turning abruptly to a cowering figure behind him.
"Yes, Master," the man - Wormtail - said in a terrified voice.
"Get her down. Take her to the myriod."
Callen's heart leapt. Maybe this Voldemort character wasn't so bad after all, if he was letting her go home.
Voldemort saw the expression on her face and smiled coldly.
"Wrong myriod, girl. You aren't going home." He smiled, an evil grin that seemed to be more a grimace. "This myriod is one that was created for my use," he explained. "It leads to my father's old house, where we will be taking you."
Callen grasped the tree tighter. There was no way she was going to get down now.
"You'll never get me out of her," she said. "I'm not coming down!"
"We shall see. Wormtail, get her down."
The cowering man approached the tree. In his hands, he held what looked to be a silver rope. At one end of the rope was a loop.
"Just come on down," Wormtail said. Callen noticed that one of his hands was silver, like the rope. "Just come down right now and there won't be any trouble."
"No!" Callen yelled. She pulled a twig off the branch and threw it at Wormtail, who sputtered indignantly.
"Master," he whined.
"Just get her down," Voldemort snapped.
Wormtail threw the rope over a branch that was slightly above Callen. The end swung down near her, and she noticed that it was the looped end. In the dim light, it looked slightly like a noose, she thought.
"We don't have all night," Voldemort said, irritated.
Wormtail winced and lowered the looped end so it was even with Callen. She moved as close to the trunk of the tree as she possible could, then climbed to a higher branch.
"Don't do it that way," Voldemort said, exasperated. "Try throwing it at her instead of near her!"
"Master, I cannot aim," Wormtail said pitifully.
"You think that the hand I gave you will not aim perfectly?" Voldemort scoffed.
Wormtail made a squeaking noise, pulled the rope down, and aimed. In that brief second, Callen reached up to grab the branch above her. She pulled herself up as fast as she could, but started to lose her grip on the wet bark.
"HARRY!" she screamed. "Help me!"
Wormtail threw the rope.she was slipping.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Running as fast as he could toward the direction of Callen's first scream, Harry heard her cry out again.
"I'm coming, Callen!" he shouted, running even faster and wishing for his broomstick. "Please, don't let Aragog have found her," he prayed silently.
Another piercing scream cut through the trees. Harry was running so fast that if it hadn't been for pure luck, he would've fallen and never stood up.
"Hang on, Callen! I'm coming!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Callen didn't fall out of the tree, which was lucky for her since she probably would've died. Instead, she landed on the branch she had just been on, right as the silver loop fell over her head and around her waist and arms. It tightened so that her arms were pinned to her sides. That was when she screamed again, just a long, wordless scream. Wormtail gave the rope a slight jerk, and her body instantly went limp. Her mind, however, remained her own.
"Finally, you manage to do something correctly," Voldemort said to Wormtail as he pulled a rag doll-like Callen from the tree. She landed on the ground with a thud, but felt no pain. Wormtail made a face, and Voldemort smiled. "Ah, yes, it is not the first time you manage to do something correctly. You did manage to bring me back to life."
Wormtail smiled painfully. "Anything for you, master," he said.
Callen's mind raced. She had no idea what was going on, but it she thought that maybe she was caught in a lyrim - a rope used on prisoners in her kingdom that made them do whatever the person holding the other end wanted them to do.
Sure enough, when Wormtail gave the rope another tug, she stood up and started walking behind him and Voldemort, even though she couldn't remember ever giving her legs the command to stand up and walk.
~*~*~*~*~*~
After steadily walking for about ten minutes, they reached a myriod. Callen noticed that this one was slightly greenish, instead of silver, like the one that led to her home. She tried as hard as she could to force her legs to stop, but it didn't work. She just kept walking and following Wormtail and Voldemort. Voldemort stepped through the myriod, and Wormtail started to follow.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry burst through a wall of trees, then stopped, feeling he couldn't go on. He heard someone walking nearby. No, it's three people, he thought. He looked ahead a little bit, and saw three shapes about to go through a myriod. He started running again, trying to make as little noise as possible. He got closer and when he realized who the three figures were, he gasped, a feeling of dread in his stomach. It was Voldemort and Wormtail - and they had Callen. Voldemort went through the myriod and Wormtail was just about to follow, pulling Callen with him.
"Callen!" he yelled, sprinting toward the myriod.
Wormtail turned, pulling the rope, so Callen turned as well. She saw Harry and tried to yell to him, but failed. When Wormtail realized it was Harry, he started to drop the rope. At the last second, he ran through the myriod and pulled Callen behind him.
"No!" Harry shouted, pulling out his wand. "NO!" He raised his wand, preparing to curse Wormtail.it was too late. Wormtail and Callen were gone.
(A/N: Sorry if it takes me a while to post chapters, my father did something funky to my computer and all my files mysteriously disappeared.I'm in the process of finding them, so it might take a while for the chapters to get posted. Please review!)
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" Callen screamed into the forest. She had run down there from the castle, crying the whole way. "I hate them all!"
Try as she might to believe this, she couldn't, and knew it. Though she had been at Hogwarts only about a month, it was more like a home to her than the nearly deserted city of Ocenian, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were more a family to her than her parents were.
She took one last look at the castle before she left forever. She saw a distant blob that looked a bit like Harry come running out the front door, then stop and look around.
"Oh no," she said. She turned around again and fled into the forest.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Standing on the front steps leading to the castle, Harry looked around for Callen. He wanted to apologize to her for acting like a jerk and beg her to stay for a while longer. He couldn't see her anywhere, and was becoming increasingly nervous when he saw a flash of red hair. Sure enough, there was Callen, darting between trees.
"Callen!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. If she heard him yell, she didn't acknowledge him. "Callen!" he yelled again. He ran down to the forest, then paused a minute, debating the stupidity of what he was about to do.
Callen watched from her lofty perch in an old tree as Harry raced through the trees toward her. She sat as still as she could possibly sit, praying that he wouldn't see her. Luckily (or so she thought) for her, he didn't. Later on, however, she would wish that he had seen her.
She stayed in the tree till Harry was out of sight and she couldn't hear him crashing through the underbrush anymore, then climbed down. She started off in a different direction, praying that she was going toward the myriod.
As she walked, she began to feel slightly better, now that she was headed back to her home. She even began to sing, a song that her mother had taught her.
As she hiked, she didn't notice the sky getting darker, or that she didn't seem to be getting any closer to the myriod. Finally, though, she realized that it was nearly pitch black out and there were storm clouds rumbling overhead.
"Wonderful," she muttered. She kept walking till she found a good tree for sleeping in, then climbed it, wrapped up in Harry's cloak, and fell asleep, just as the sky opened up and poured.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry, meanwhile, was still searching for her, his wand lit and his cloak pulled tight against the pelting rain.
"Callen!" he shouted. "Callen, come on! I'm sorry!"
Nothing happened, except the sky lit up with lightning.
"Damn it," Harry swore and held his wand up higher, increasing the tiny circle of light. "Callen? Where are you? Please, come back inside!"
No one answered him. Harry was beginning to become frantic with worry. Aside from the rain, it was silent for a few minutes. Somewhere off to his right, he heard a girl's scream.
"Callen!" he shouted, running in the direction of the scream. "CALLEN!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Callen had awoken when lightning struck a nearby tree, setting it afire. The rain had quickly put out the blaze, much to her relief. That wasn't what had made her scream, however.
"What are you doing out here, child?" a chilling voice asked. Callen looked around, frightened.
"Who's there? Show yourself," she said bravely.
"Down here, child," the voice said. Callen started shivering. Grasping the branch she was sitting on firmly, she leaned forward a bit and looked down. She screamed and nearly fell out of the tree, what she saw terrified her so.
It was the cloaked figure from hers and Harry's dream. Only now, she could see its face - and that frightened her more than not seeing it.
His face was like that of a snake, with slits for the nostrils and flat, ugly red eyes. Callen bit back another scream, closing her eyes and leaning back.
"You are frightened, correct?" the voice said mockingly. "There is nothing to be afraid of. I do not need you to kill you. I need you to lure someone else."
"Who.who are you?" she whispered, her eyes still closed.
"I? I am the Lord Voldemort," the voice said. Callen felt herself go cold at the sound of his name. She tried to remember where she had heard it before, and why it seemed to be a bad sign. She had a flashback from the night before, when Hermione had been talking to her.
"I think he meant Voldemort," she remembered Hermione saying.
"But how would Voldemort know who I am?" she whispered to herself.
"How? Yes, how indeed," Voldemort mused. "You will learn that in time. Wormtail," he said, turning abruptly to a cowering figure behind him.
"Yes, Master," the man - Wormtail - said in a terrified voice.
"Get her down. Take her to the myriod."
Callen's heart leapt. Maybe this Voldemort character wasn't so bad after all, if he was letting her go home.
Voldemort saw the expression on her face and smiled coldly.
"Wrong myriod, girl. You aren't going home." He smiled, an evil grin that seemed to be more a grimace. "This myriod is one that was created for my use," he explained. "It leads to my father's old house, where we will be taking you."
Callen grasped the tree tighter. There was no way she was going to get down now.
"You'll never get me out of her," she said. "I'm not coming down!"
"We shall see. Wormtail, get her down."
The cowering man approached the tree. In his hands, he held what looked to be a silver rope. At one end of the rope was a loop.
"Just come on down," Wormtail said. Callen noticed that one of his hands was silver, like the rope. "Just come down right now and there won't be any trouble."
"No!" Callen yelled. She pulled a twig off the branch and threw it at Wormtail, who sputtered indignantly.
"Master," he whined.
"Just get her down," Voldemort snapped.
Wormtail threw the rope over a branch that was slightly above Callen. The end swung down near her, and she noticed that it was the looped end. In the dim light, it looked slightly like a noose, she thought.
"We don't have all night," Voldemort said, irritated.
Wormtail winced and lowered the looped end so it was even with Callen. She moved as close to the trunk of the tree as she possible could, then climbed to a higher branch.
"Don't do it that way," Voldemort said, exasperated. "Try throwing it at her instead of near her!"
"Master, I cannot aim," Wormtail said pitifully.
"You think that the hand I gave you will not aim perfectly?" Voldemort scoffed.
Wormtail made a squeaking noise, pulled the rope down, and aimed. In that brief second, Callen reached up to grab the branch above her. She pulled herself up as fast as she could, but started to lose her grip on the wet bark.
"HARRY!" she screamed. "Help me!"
Wormtail threw the rope.she was slipping.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Running as fast as he could toward the direction of Callen's first scream, Harry heard her cry out again.
"I'm coming, Callen!" he shouted, running even faster and wishing for his broomstick. "Please, don't let Aragog have found her," he prayed silently.
Another piercing scream cut through the trees. Harry was running so fast that if it hadn't been for pure luck, he would've fallen and never stood up.
"Hang on, Callen! I'm coming!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Callen didn't fall out of the tree, which was lucky for her since she probably would've died. Instead, she landed on the branch she had just been on, right as the silver loop fell over her head and around her waist and arms. It tightened so that her arms were pinned to her sides. That was when she screamed again, just a long, wordless scream. Wormtail gave the rope a slight jerk, and her body instantly went limp. Her mind, however, remained her own.
"Finally, you manage to do something correctly," Voldemort said to Wormtail as he pulled a rag doll-like Callen from the tree. She landed on the ground with a thud, but felt no pain. Wormtail made a face, and Voldemort smiled. "Ah, yes, it is not the first time you manage to do something correctly. You did manage to bring me back to life."
Wormtail smiled painfully. "Anything for you, master," he said.
Callen's mind raced. She had no idea what was going on, but it she thought that maybe she was caught in a lyrim - a rope used on prisoners in her kingdom that made them do whatever the person holding the other end wanted them to do.
Sure enough, when Wormtail gave the rope another tug, she stood up and started walking behind him and Voldemort, even though she couldn't remember ever giving her legs the command to stand up and walk.
~*~*~*~*~*~
After steadily walking for about ten minutes, they reached a myriod. Callen noticed that this one was slightly greenish, instead of silver, like the one that led to her home. She tried as hard as she could to force her legs to stop, but it didn't work. She just kept walking and following Wormtail and Voldemort. Voldemort stepped through the myriod, and Wormtail started to follow.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry burst through a wall of trees, then stopped, feeling he couldn't go on. He heard someone walking nearby. No, it's three people, he thought. He looked ahead a little bit, and saw three shapes about to go through a myriod. He started running again, trying to make as little noise as possible. He got closer and when he realized who the three figures were, he gasped, a feeling of dread in his stomach. It was Voldemort and Wormtail - and they had Callen. Voldemort went through the myriod and Wormtail was just about to follow, pulling Callen with him.
"Callen!" he yelled, sprinting toward the myriod.
Wormtail turned, pulling the rope, so Callen turned as well. She saw Harry and tried to yell to him, but failed. When Wormtail realized it was Harry, he started to drop the rope. At the last second, he ran through the myriod and pulled Callen behind him.
"No!" Harry shouted, pulling out his wand. "NO!" He raised his wand, preparing to curse Wormtail.it was too late. Wormtail and Callen were gone.
(A/N: Sorry if it takes me a while to post chapters, my father did something funky to my computer and all my files mysteriously disappeared.I'm in the process of finding them, so it might take a while for the chapters to get posted. Please review!)