Boy that was close, she had nearly walked away. there would have been a
price to pay if he lost her. This was a perfect plan. Soon Andrew would
have that Auror druid in his clutches, the Dark Lord would be pleased.
He'd be moved into the upper ranks, the Inner Circle as he should have been
years before, next to Malfoy and the others. There was only a slight
problem in his plan. He wanted her for his own. The smell of her
mango/pear shampoo, the particular way her robes and clothing hung from her
frame in a most attractive manner. Though he was sure she wouldn't admit
it, he did keep something from when he broke into her apartment, a certain
undergarment, dainty and pink satin.
He'd have to work fast if his plan was to be complete. The potion waited in his pocket to pour into her next cup of tea. It should keep her subdued and at his every command, it was especially made for druids like her.
At least there was no muggle blood in her. he had reasearched her family carefully. Her father was a Gryffindor Head Boy and after graduation married and became an auror. Her mother was a choice Quidditch player for Ravenclaw, a beauty only rivalled by her daughters. The druid side ran along her fathers blood line. Her mum's side was filled with wizard blood, only a muggle here or there, no acutal blood relative of hers. That was what made her so perfect, a pure blooded beauty.
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Sitting back down after Charlie offered to buy her another cup of tea she agreed hastily and took the time while he was retrieving the tea to rummage through her clothing purchaces. Tying back her hair she found a cute necklace in one of the bags she fixed it on her neck. Then grabbing the matching bracelet her fingers fidgeted with the clasp as he returned. Setting down the tea he helped her with the clasp, a light blush coming to her cheeks as she noticed his hand still lingering on hers.
"Um, Charlie. is there something you aren't telling me about?" She asked him quickly.
A slight blush coming to his cheeks as he looked into her eyes, watching intently.
"Well. I. I dunno. Ames. I probably should have told you long ago. I fancy you. Was wondering if you fancy me too." He said slowly, the blush continuing to grow deeper in his face.
Quirking an eyebrow at him she took her hand from his. "Charlie Weasley. I.. I. I have to go, I have a date tonight." She stated drinking the tea quickly. He hung his head slightly before his muffled voice asked "Amy, why didn't you answer my question?". Standing up she looked down at him, taking a moment before feeling lightheaded, the alley seeming to spin. Shaking her head lightly she sat back down across from him.
"I didn't answer your question because I. I'm not sure of the answer." She responded. Her bracelet started to give off a faint glow, her eyes became glazed as she continued to look at him.
"Amy?" He asked, a concern noted in his voice.
"Yes Charlie?" She answered in a sort of hollowed tone, her glance becoming vacant not leaving his as her bracelet gave off a brighter glow as the moments passed. He stood up and walked to her side, bending slightly to examine her as she sat. His hand then reached for her bags closing around the handles as he straightened up.
"Come with me." He commanded, his hand reaching to usher her out of her chair. She nodded and stood as he took her hand in his leading the way.
Stopping to glance in a window of a nearby store he glared at his reflection. His Weasley red hair and freakled visage started to contort into a blonde haired green eyed elongated face that he had known all his life. He smiled watching the transformation and continued to lead her on the way.
A pair of sapphire blue orbs opened slowly, looking at her surroundings before trying to move. Not knowing how she had gotten there,or who had led her there, the mystery grew in her head. Last she remembered she was having tea in Diagon Alley with Charlie. She tried to move before finding her limbs tied to. a bed. She was laying on her abdomen as the early moonlight bathed the room. Her golden locks obscured her view of the room, but she could hear someone else moving in the room.
Suddenly a hand, bearing a few light and old burn marks on the fingers brushed the hair from her view. It seemed male and then her eyes widened as they focused on the form kneeling infront of her.
"CHARLIE" She exclaimed before wincing from a pain in her lip, it seemed to be split. Angry at first of his freedom and confused seeing as he was the last one to see her earlier. then concerned as she finally got a glimpse of his face. It was sunken in as if he had missed a few meals. She blinked a few times as she noticed his blue orbs scanning her face.
"They did a number on ya Ames." He said, his fingers quickly working on freeing her from the bindings holding her apendages.
"But . wha." she managed to mutter, speaking through the split in her lip. Preventing her from saying much more. "I've been here a week." Charlie stated turning his head to look out the small window. Bald spots between the flaming locks were visible, someone had hastily cut chunks of hair from his head. His hand running through what was left of his hair before turning to face her again. Freeing her from the bindings he continued to get closer to her.
"You've got a series of cuts and scrapes, pretty sure they used crucio on ya too.. Could hear ya screaming from here, only hoped you weren't dead when they tied you up in here." His concerned filled voice stated softly as he helped her.
Rolling over as she winced from the movement, she assessed the damage they had done to her while she was under the influence of that potion. Holding up her hands to her face she noticed that her wrists were rubbed raw and even bleeding in portions. She couldn't heal herself fast enough.. it was never her better power, she could heal other people. And Charlie looked like he needed it. He would be her only way of getting out of here and she knew that it was one thing she could do to help him. She reached for his hand, looking up to his face, the stubble on his chin making him seem older than he was. His face was filled with a look she hadn't seen since their 5th year. A bright light began to fill the room as the hand holding Charlie's was starting to glow a blinding white light. Her bracelet starting to pulse a faint red light as she healed him.. the scars on his fingers disappearing, his sunken appearance fading slightly. What seemed like an eternity only took a matter of moments to drain the young Auror causing her eyes to roll back into her head leaving her body limp on the bed as she passed out.
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Watching her in awe Charlie witnessed his scars dissapearing without a trace. Her actions had explained a lot, this wasn't the first time she had healed him, however this was the first time that he knew of. She had been healing him while they were students, he would fall asleep with an injury and wake to find it better the next morning, she would look as if she had been up all night blaming it on potions homework.
Feeling better than he had all week he reached for his tattered cloak and began to tear at it to make bandages for her wounds. His heart sinking in his chest as he surveyed the damage done to her by those Death Eaters. Cheek swollen, lip split and bleeding, a once long sleeved shirt shredded and many bruises and gashes along her arms replaced the fabric. He cringed thinking of the damage underneath her clothing if this was true to what he could hear from the room. During his time in that room he had taken the time to think about things and look at his life differently. Many failed relationships with women bearing a resemblance to the woman he had treated as a best friend. He had never really thought of their relationship as more than friends until he thought about it and had seen her beaten and bloody when they brought her in the room. The thought of what they did to her could make anyone's blood boil, he wanted justice for this. Her gentle breathing along with the rise and fall of her chest let him know that she was still alive, just sleeping. Reaching for the sheet covering the bed he tucked her in gently, sitting down on the floor next to the bed, his head not far from where he had laid her hand as he started to drift off to sleep.
He'd have to work fast if his plan was to be complete. The potion waited in his pocket to pour into her next cup of tea. It should keep her subdued and at his every command, it was especially made for druids like her.
At least there was no muggle blood in her. he had reasearched her family carefully. Her father was a Gryffindor Head Boy and after graduation married and became an auror. Her mother was a choice Quidditch player for Ravenclaw, a beauty only rivalled by her daughters. The druid side ran along her fathers blood line. Her mum's side was filled with wizard blood, only a muggle here or there, no acutal blood relative of hers. That was what made her so perfect, a pure blooded beauty.
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Sitting back down after Charlie offered to buy her another cup of tea she agreed hastily and took the time while he was retrieving the tea to rummage through her clothing purchaces. Tying back her hair she found a cute necklace in one of the bags she fixed it on her neck. Then grabbing the matching bracelet her fingers fidgeted with the clasp as he returned. Setting down the tea he helped her with the clasp, a light blush coming to her cheeks as she noticed his hand still lingering on hers.
"Um, Charlie. is there something you aren't telling me about?" She asked him quickly.
A slight blush coming to his cheeks as he looked into her eyes, watching intently.
"Well. I. I dunno. Ames. I probably should have told you long ago. I fancy you. Was wondering if you fancy me too." He said slowly, the blush continuing to grow deeper in his face.
Quirking an eyebrow at him she took her hand from his. "Charlie Weasley. I.. I. I have to go, I have a date tonight." She stated drinking the tea quickly. He hung his head slightly before his muffled voice asked "Amy, why didn't you answer my question?". Standing up she looked down at him, taking a moment before feeling lightheaded, the alley seeming to spin. Shaking her head lightly she sat back down across from him.
"I didn't answer your question because I. I'm not sure of the answer." She responded. Her bracelet started to give off a faint glow, her eyes became glazed as she continued to look at him.
"Amy?" He asked, a concern noted in his voice.
"Yes Charlie?" She answered in a sort of hollowed tone, her glance becoming vacant not leaving his as her bracelet gave off a brighter glow as the moments passed. He stood up and walked to her side, bending slightly to examine her as she sat. His hand then reached for her bags closing around the handles as he straightened up.
"Come with me." He commanded, his hand reaching to usher her out of her chair. She nodded and stood as he took her hand in his leading the way.
Stopping to glance in a window of a nearby store he glared at his reflection. His Weasley red hair and freakled visage started to contort into a blonde haired green eyed elongated face that he had known all his life. He smiled watching the transformation and continued to lead her on the way.
A pair of sapphire blue orbs opened slowly, looking at her surroundings before trying to move. Not knowing how she had gotten there,or who had led her there, the mystery grew in her head. Last she remembered she was having tea in Diagon Alley with Charlie. She tried to move before finding her limbs tied to. a bed. She was laying on her abdomen as the early moonlight bathed the room. Her golden locks obscured her view of the room, but she could hear someone else moving in the room.
Suddenly a hand, bearing a few light and old burn marks on the fingers brushed the hair from her view. It seemed male and then her eyes widened as they focused on the form kneeling infront of her.
"CHARLIE" She exclaimed before wincing from a pain in her lip, it seemed to be split. Angry at first of his freedom and confused seeing as he was the last one to see her earlier. then concerned as she finally got a glimpse of his face. It was sunken in as if he had missed a few meals. She blinked a few times as she noticed his blue orbs scanning her face.
"They did a number on ya Ames." He said, his fingers quickly working on freeing her from the bindings holding her apendages.
"But . wha." she managed to mutter, speaking through the split in her lip. Preventing her from saying much more. "I've been here a week." Charlie stated turning his head to look out the small window. Bald spots between the flaming locks were visible, someone had hastily cut chunks of hair from his head. His hand running through what was left of his hair before turning to face her again. Freeing her from the bindings he continued to get closer to her.
"You've got a series of cuts and scrapes, pretty sure they used crucio on ya too.. Could hear ya screaming from here, only hoped you weren't dead when they tied you up in here." His concerned filled voice stated softly as he helped her.
Rolling over as she winced from the movement, she assessed the damage they had done to her while she was under the influence of that potion. Holding up her hands to her face she noticed that her wrists were rubbed raw and even bleeding in portions. She couldn't heal herself fast enough.. it was never her better power, she could heal other people. And Charlie looked like he needed it. He would be her only way of getting out of here and she knew that it was one thing she could do to help him. She reached for his hand, looking up to his face, the stubble on his chin making him seem older than he was. His face was filled with a look she hadn't seen since their 5th year. A bright light began to fill the room as the hand holding Charlie's was starting to glow a blinding white light. Her bracelet starting to pulse a faint red light as she healed him.. the scars on his fingers disappearing, his sunken appearance fading slightly. What seemed like an eternity only took a matter of moments to drain the young Auror causing her eyes to roll back into her head leaving her body limp on the bed as she passed out.
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Watching her in awe Charlie witnessed his scars dissapearing without a trace. Her actions had explained a lot, this wasn't the first time she had healed him, however this was the first time that he knew of. She had been healing him while they were students, he would fall asleep with an injury and wake to find it better the next morning, she would look as if she had been up all night blaming it on potions homework.
Feeling better than he had all week he reached for his tattered cloak and began to tear at it to make bandages for her wounds. His heart sinking in his chest as he surveyed the damage done to her by those Death Eaters. Cheek swollen, lip split and bleeding, a once long sleeved shirt shredded and many bruises and gashes along her arms replaced the fabric. He cringed thinking of the damage underneath her clothing if this was true to what he could hear from the room. During his time in that room he had taken the time to think about things and look at his life differently. Many failed relationships with women bearing a resemblance to the woman he had treated as a best friend. He had never really thought of their relationship as more than friends until he thought about it and had seen her beaten and bloody when they brought her in the room. The thought of what they did to her could make anyone's blood boil, he wanted justice for this. Her gentle breathing along with the rise and fall of her chest let him know that she was still alive, just sleeping. Reaching for the sheet covering the bed he tucked her in gently, sitting down on the floor next to the bed, his head not far from where he had laid her hand as he started to drift off to sleep.