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Goddess of Stupidity (Luv the name dude)
Alz
Wiccan Angelle
Naunet
Slinky
Tino's Chic
Edanna
Aureya of Chocolate for your reviews! Really appreciate it :D
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"Where'd you get to?" asked Hermoine when she returned to her dorm after a day at Hogsmeade.
"Just came back here. I was tired." Makayla didn't look up from the book she was reading and answered half-heartedly.
"You had a fight with Harry I take it?"
"Did he tell you? Son of a.."
"No he didn't tell me I guessed." Hermoine sat on the bed next to Makayla.
"Bitch."
"Who? Me?"
"No Harry!" Makayla closed the book and put it next to her.
"He really cares about you, you know." Hermoine put her hand on Makayla's arm.
"I think that's the problem."
Hermoine was unable to discern what was troubling Makayla so she pressed on.
"You know you can tell me what's wrong."
"Yeah, thanks 'Moine. I'm okay though, just tired."
"I don't believe you, but hey, can't change your mind can I 'Kayla."
"Nup!" 'Kayla laughed.
"Well try to talk to Harry." Hermoine then left Makayla to continue reading her book.
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LATE THAT NIGHT!
A dark cloaked figure stood in front of the fat lady portrait awaiting the return of a certain Gryffindor 5th year. It was not long before said student, invisible to all others, came around the corner and muttered the password. The portrait swung open and he walked in closing the door behind him.
15 minutes later the figure muttered the same password and entered the room. The portrait creaked shut behind him as he went to collect a student for his master.. Lord Voldermort.
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Hermione came bolting into the Great Hall and straight up to the teacher's desk. She sounded frantic as she informed Dumbledore of a recent discovery she made early that morning.
"Hermoine calm down. Now tell me, what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.
"MAKAYLA'S MISSING!" she shouted.
The hall went silent and looked in her direction.
"I went to wake her and she wasn't in her bed, I've looked ALL over for her and can't find her. But I found this." She thrust a piece of parchment into the headmaster's hands, which read:
It would be a waste for such a promising student to die.
"Minerva, can u please go up to Gryffindor tower and check to see if she's returned or if there is any trace or clue to her whereabouts. Students, you will stay in the hall with Professor Snape. The rest of the teachers will accompany me in search for Miss Slater."
"Professor, I must insist that I come with you." Snape practically leaped the length of the table and stood beside Hermoine.
"Ah Severus, you will be of more use keeping students calm, and making sure Mr Potter doesn't leave."
"But..."
"No buts. We must move swiftly." Dumbledore then hurried the other teachers out of the Hall, out of Hogwarts.
"Where do you think she got to?" asked Ron watching the look of shock and terror on Harry's face.
"I dunno. I think.. I think Voldermort may have got her." Harry hated the thought, but he couldn't come up with anything else.
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In the back of a dusty carriage, Makayla lay gagged, with her arms tied behind her back and her feet tied together. She lie in a ball on her side while a Deatheater sat opposite her, unmasked and unsympathetic.
She stuggled against the ropes but was unsuccessful.
"Oh, settle down." The Deatheaters icy voice made Makayla shudder. He stroked her arm and sat her up properly. He untied the gag and she gasped for air.
"You son of a fucking bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are. FUCKING LET ME GO!" before she could say anything else the Deatheater punched her causing her head to tilt to the side. When she turned it back she had a gigantic red mark on her left eye.
"Got anything else to say bitch?" The Deatheater sneered.
"Yeah. I don't think Draco's related to you. I reckon your wife fucked the milkman. He's far to good looking to be your son." She got punched again in the stomach, the wind was completely knocked out of her.
"You've been around that Potter to long. You've lost respect." He slowly pushed her onto her back and began to tear her clothes off her.
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The great hall was quiet but the voices in Harry's head were excruciatingly loud.
"This is your fault you know."
"You should've protected her."
"If she dies, you'll never be able to forget it. You'll be haunted forever."
"Oh Harry!" Hermoine's voice interrupted his thoughts.
He looked at her face, which was fall of sadness.
"Who would want to kidnap 'Kayla?" she asked sighing.
"I dunno. I dunno where they'd take her." Harry replied.
"Well I reckon, who ever has, has been watching her for a while. She was probably taken to the Shrieking Shack or something like that."
Hermoine and Harry's eyes lit up as they looked at Ron.
"What?" he asked.
"You're a genius!" Hermoine leant over the table and kissed him.
"Let's go." Harry said trying not to laugh at Ron's gaga expression.
They began to leave the hall when Snape spotted them. "Potter, Granger, Weasley. Where do you think your going?"
They ignored him and kept walking. "GET BACK HERE!" he continued to shout at them and they continued to ignore him. They bolted from Hogwarts to the familiar tunnel to the Shrieking Shack. They'd never run so fast in their lives. They reached the shack and as they entered they heard raised voices from upstairs. They followed the voices to a room on the floor above them and saw Makayla lying on the floor, bloodied and bruised. Her clothes were torn and her shirt was open with her black bra out for the world to see.
Harry pulled his wand out of his cloak and slowly approached.
"Ah Mr Potter, how nice of you to join us." The familiar voice of one, Lord Voldermort rung throughout the room sending shivers down the spines of all.
"Let her go." Harry said firmly despite the nervous feeling in her stomach.
"Give me one good reason. One." Voldermort walked and stood beside her.
"She didn't do anything to disserve this." Hermoine spoke up, fear evident in her voice.
"Disserve what? It's been 14 long years since I've seen Makayla. I've really missed her." Voldermort ran his hand over her head and Harry could see she was crying.
"You killed her mother!" Ron said gasping.
"You make it sound so evil," Voldermort chuckled. He looked down at the scar on her back. "Your not the only one I've left my mark on you know." He ran his finger slowly down it digging his nail in and relishing at Makayla's cries of pain.
"This is between you and me. Let her go goddamn it!"
"Your very self centred aren't you Potter. For once this has nothing to do with you, well almost nothing." Voldermort seemed amused with Harry's assumptions and quickly continued. "I've been watching you two," he pointed to Harry and Makayla. "You've become quite close. A little too close I might add. It would be terrible for my reputation if my daughter started dating the boy who lived now wouldn't it."
"Your daughter?"
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That chap was a bit short but hey. Please review! I love reviews. :D
Goddess of Stupidity (Luv the name dude)
Alz
Wiccan Angelle
Naunet
Slinky
Tino's Chic
Edanna
Aureya of Chocolate for your reviews! Really appreciate it :D
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"Where'd you get to?" asked Hermoine when she returned to her dorm after a day at Hogsmeade.
"Just came back here. I was tired." Makayla didn't look up from the book she was reading and answered half-heartedly.
"You had a fight with Harry I take it?"
"Did he tell you? Son of a.."
"No he didn't tell me I guessed." Hermoine sat on the bed next to Makayla.
"Bitch."
"Who? Me?"
"No Harry!" Makayla closed the book and put it next to her.
"He really cares about you, you know." Hermoine put her hand on Makayla's arm.
"I think that's the problem."
Hermoine was unable to discern what was troubling Makayla so she pressed on.
"You know you can tell me what's wrong."
"Yeah, thanks 'Moine. I'm okay though, just tired."
"I don't believe you, but hey, can't change your mind can I 'Kayla."
"Nup!" 'Kayla laughed.
"Well try to talk to Harry." Hermoine then left Makayla to continue reading her book.
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LATE THAT NIGHT!
A dark cloaked figure stood in front of the fat lady portrait awaiting the return of a certain Gryffindor 5th year. It was not long before said student, invisible to all others, came around the corner and muttered the password. The portrait swung open and he walked in closing the door behind him.
15 minutes later the figure muttered the same password and entered the room. The portrait creaked shut behind him as he went to collect a student for his master.. Lord Voldermort.
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Hermione came bolting into the Great Hall and straight up to the teacher's desk. She sounded frantic as she informed Dumbledore of a recent discovery she made early that morning.
"Hermoine calm down. Now tell me, what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.
"MAKAYLA'S MISSING!" she shouted.
The hall went silent and looked in her direction.
"I went to wake her and she wasn't in her bed, I've looked ALL over for her and can't find her. But I found this." She thrust a piece of parchment into the headmaster's hands, which read:
It would be a waste for such a promising student to die.
"Minerva, can u please go up to Gryffindor tower and check to see if she's returned or if there is any trace or clue to her whereabouts. Students, you will stay in the hall with Professor Snape. The rest of the teachers will accompany me in search for Miss Slater."
"Professor, I must insist that I come with you." Snape practically leaped the length of the table and stood beside Hermoine.
"Ah Severus, you will be of more use keeping students calm, and making sure Mr Potter doesn't leave."
"But..."
"No buts. We must move swiftly." Dumbledore then hurried the other teachers out of the Hall, out of Hogwarts.
"Where do you think she got to?" asked Ron watching the look of shock and terror on Harry's face.
"I dunno. I think.. I think Voldermort may have got her." Harry hated the thought, but he couldn't come up with anything else.
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In the back of a dusty carriage, Makayla lay gagged, with her arms tied behind her back and her feet tied together. She lie in a ball on her side while a Deatheater sat opposite her, unmasked and unsympathetic.
She stuggled against the ropes but was unsuccessful.
"Oh, settle down." The Deatheaters icy voice made Makayla shudder. He stroked her arm and sat her up properly. He untied the gag and she gasped for air.
"You son of a fucking bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are. FUCKING LET ME GO!" before she could say anything else the Deatheater punched her causing her head to tilt to the side. When she turned it back she had a gigantic red mark on her left eye.
"Got anything else to say bitch?" The Deatheater sneered.
"Yeah. I don't think Draco's related to you. I reckon your wife fucked the milkman. He's far to good looking to be your son." She got punched again in the stomach, the wind was completely knocked out of her.
"You've been around that Potter to long. You've lost respect." He slowly pushed her onto her back and began to tear her clothes off her.
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The great hall was quiet but the voices in Harry's head were excruciatingly loud.
"This is your fault you know."
"You should've protected her."
"If she dies, you'll never be able to forget it. You'll be haunted forever."
"Oh Harry!" Hermoine's voice interrupted his thoughts.
He looked at her face, which was fall of sadness.
"Who would want to kidnap 'Kayla?" she asked sighing.
"I dunno. I dunno where they'd take her." Harry replied.
"Well I reckon, who ever has, has been watching her for a while. She was probably taken to the Shrieking Shack or something like that."
Hermoine and Harry's eyes lit up as they looked at Ron.
"What?" he asked.
"You're a genius!" Hermoine leant over the table and kissed him.
"Let's go." Harry said trying not to laugh at Ron's gaga expression.
They began to leave the hall when Snape spotted them. "Potter, Granger, Weasley. Where do you think your going?"
They ignored him and kept walking. "GET BACK HERE!" he continued to shout at them and they continued to ignore him. They bolted from Hogwarts to the familiar tunnel to the Shrieking Shack. They'd never run so fast in their lives. They reached the shack and as they entered they heard raised voices from upstairs. They followed the voices to a room on the floor above them and saw Makayla lying on the floor, bloodied and bruised. Her clothes were torn and her shirt was open with her black bra out for the world to see.
Harry pulled his wand out of his cloak and slowly approached.
"Ah Mr Potter, how nice of you to join us." The familiar voice of one, Lord Voldermort rung throughout the room sending shivers down the spines of all.
"Let her go." Harry said firmly despite the nervous feeling in her stomach.
"Give me one good reason. One." Voldermort walked and stood beside her.
"She didn't do anything to disserve this." Hermoine spoke up, fear evident in her voice.
"Disserve what? It's been 14 long years since I've seen Makayla. I've really missed her." Voldermort ran his hand over her head and Harry could see she was crying.
"You killed her mother!" Ron said gasping.
"You make it sound so evil," Voldermort chuckled. He looked down at the scar on her back. "Your not the only one I've left my mark on you know." He ran his finger slowly down it digging his nail in and relishing at Makayla's cries of pain.
"This is between you and me. Let her go goddamn it!"
"Your very self centred aren't you Potter. For once this has nothing to do with you, well almost nothing." Voldermort seemed amused with Harry's assumptions and quickly continued. "I've been watching you two," he pointed to Harry and Makayla. "You've become quite close. A little too close I might add. It would be terrible for my reputation if my daughter started dating the boy who lived now wouldn't it."
"Your daughter?"
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That chap was a bit short but hey. Please review! I love reviews. :D