By ArrA.
Katie emerged from sleep slowly, feeling warm and safe in a cocoon of blankets. But suddenly she realized that she wasn't safely in her bed up top Gryffindor Tower and unfamiliar arms were wrapped around her waist. Memories from the night before flew back and she remembered Hogwarts burning and Flint dragging her in the Forbidden Forest to the Deatheaters camp.
Her gaze slowly inched towards the hands around her waist before travelling up the well toned arms. Katie shifted her body slightly, trying to disturb the sleeping man. She looked into Marcus' face before rolling back onto her stomach, careful not the wake him. Then her gaze returned to his hands and her hands followed, trying prye his grip from her waist... but it was no use. Marcus Flint's fingers were entwinned, preventing any chance of escape Katie might of had.
Katie sighed and tryed to position herself more comfortably when one of Flint's hands slide up towards. Katie looked over her shoulder but Marcus' eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. Katie glared at the hand that had inched its way up and tried to gently pull it off. Damn him, she thought bitterly and yanked at his hand, causing Marcus to roll on top of her back and looked down at her.
His eyes were now open and his hand had enveloped her's.
"Get off of me," she whispered angrily, trying not to make to much noice that could allert the deatheaters to a problem.
Flint looked down at her with a puzzled express on his face. "You might threaten me Angelina but that doesn't mean that you could fight me. I know your name."
"Wouldn't that show your unloyalty as well?"
"That's beyond the point," Marcus growled, pulling himself off of her and standing up, pulling off the mass of blankets. Cold air hit Katie and she quickly pulled the blankets and shielded her face with them as Marcus started to get dressed.
"Are we staying here for long?" Katie asked from under the blankets.
"No, we're leaving today and going back to the base. You need to get dressed... I was told that there would be clothing for you left in front of the tent in the morning. So get up," he replied and Katie heard him undo the flap of the tent and step out. Katie quickly threw off her blankets and climbed to her feet and looked around. She was wearing the light shift that she wore under her quidditch robes. Quickly she located her heavier Quidditch robes and pulled them over her head before going to the far side of the tent and squatting down and starting to unfassen the restrainst.
Katie tried to undo the rope hurriedly, stumpling on the knots and wishing that she had her trusty wand more than anything else in the world. She almost had it undone when a masculin voice behind her said, "I thought better of you Miss Lena."
Katie spun around to look Marcus in the eye.
"I don't know why you took me Flint but you should let me go. I'm just going to end up getting you in trouble," she told him angrily.
Marcus laughed. "You're no trouble at all Miss Lena," he told her, smiling a cruelly.
Katie looked down at the ground where she had been trying to undo the tent to slip out and she knew that should would never get out that way. She looked towards Flint and calmly looked over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't realize she was watching the door. "What am I supposed to do then?" she asked him coldly.
Marcus glared at her and then reached towards the ground and for the first time Katie noticed the bag. But instead of waiting to recieve, she flew towards the door, jumping over the side of their blankets, past Marcus. She heard him roar behind her and she assumed he was after her, so she pushed herself harder, trying to get out. Suddenly a weight slammed into her back and she hurtled to the floor, just two feet away from the opening of the tent.
"Thought you could get away?" Flint's voice pured in her ear.
Katie struggled viciously, knowing full well that she couldn't get away from him but trying anyways. "I hate you!" she cried, tears streaming down her eyes. "Why couldn't let me die? At least I wouldn't be here. At least I wouldn't of been the only one to survive!"
Marcus lifted himself a little above her and grabbed her arms just below the shoulders, restraining her. "Shut up you stupid girl," he hissed. "Do you want some deatheater to show up here, wondering about the comotion?"
Katie let out a choked scream and struggled on. Marcus glared at the girl and restraint her with his weight as he reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. "Stupefy," he muttered angrily and Katie was silent.
Standing up, Marcus bent and craddled the girl in his arms as he crossed his small tent on dropped her on their pile of blankets. He sighed and turned around and crossed to enterence of the tent and looked out. Osbourne Avery was crossing the camp and heading towards his tent. Osbourne was the youngest son of the Avery clan. He was farly tall and annoyingly sure of himself. Marcus couldn't stand him and Osbourne couldn't stand Marcus but obviously someone had noticed the stupefy spell and he had been sent to investigate.
"Flint!" Osbourne greeted him. "I have been informed that there has been magic used in your tent and I've been sent to find out why."
"Well Avery," Marcus replied with distain in his voice, "my prisonner became a little wild and attempted to escape, so I had to stupefy her so that she would stop attacking me."
"Understood," Osbourne replied before continuing, "this means that she will have to be bonded during the flight back to camp though. I hope you realize that and you are ready to do so."
Marcus glared at the other man. "Of course I realize that Avery. Is this meeting finished? I really need to find a female to dress the girl."
"I will arrange that myself Flint. Do not leave your tent. You have no way of knowing how strong your stupefy. She might wake up before you return and attempt to escape again."
Marcus glared angrily and nodded before walking back into the tent.
Katie was laying on her back, eyes closed, breathing regularly. Marcus sighed, she was no longer knocked out, just sleeping.
He walked over to the pile of blankets and sat down beside her and studied her features. Her dirty blond hair just reached past her shoulders it messy fray that framed her face. Her face seemed so peaceful asleep but when she was awake all he ever saw was the glare that she had permantly directed at him. He tried to think back to what she looked like with her friends but he realized he couldn't remember. Hell, he couldn't even picture the Weasley Twins or Wood at the moment. He had forgetten so much since he had been at Hogwarts, hell he couldn't even remember what colour Katie's eyes were when they were they were open.
Marcus sighed and stretched, turning to look out the door. As if on cue, a short girl with redish- brown hair walked into the room, a bundle of clothing in hand. She looked down at Marcus and Katie and took everything in.
"You're to leave," she said, looking at Marcus, her tone utterly business like.
Marcus stood up slowly, smoothing out the rinkles in his robes. "Fine but call me when you're done or if she wakes up... her name is Lena."
The girl nodded and dropped her bundle on the pile of clothing and waited for Marcus to leace the room before setting to work.
Marcus sat outside of the tent and wait for the girl to finish dressing Katie. He sat there staring at the ground until he heard the sound of feet and saw the bottom of robes right in front of him. Looking up he saw that Osbourne Avery was back.
"Who is she?" he asked Avery curiously.
Avery glared down at him for a moment before answering, "Nekane Jaymes Lestrange. My only advice about her would be to never call her Nekane. It's Jaymes or she'll bite your head off," Osbourne laughed softly, as if thinking back to a simular event in the past.
"Anna's daughter, not Alder's."
Osbourne looked at him angrily and nodded. "Yes, Anna's daughter. Beautiful, isn't she?"
"Don't worry Avery, she's not my type."
"Well I'm not her type."
Marcus looked up at him, thinking he finally had some triomph over Osbourne Avery but the look on Avery's face made Marcus swallow his words. Instead he said very quietly, "Pity."
Osbourne just nodded and walked away.
Marcus sighed and waited for Jaymes to come out and after a few minutes she did. "She's still out cold," she told him before walking away and Marcus quickly climbed off the ground and went back into the tent where Katie was still sleeping, although now fully clothed in a pair of forest green robes.
He took one glance at Katie before turning around and starting pack everything from his tent up and storing them in a little bag that had actually spelled to be bottomless. Finally after about thirty minutes of packing, Marcus was called away from his job from the sounds of Katie waking.
He quickly turned around and pulled his wand out his robes in case she tried to run and approached her. She was still waking up, so Marcus took the opurtunity to put invisible bonds on her, so that she couldn't venture more than five feet away from him a time. Otherwise her head would feel on fire and the only way to stop the burning was for her to approach Marcus again. He was the only one who could take it off and Marcus was very proud of his handy work.
But it soon turned out that Katie was more than five feet away from him because she quickly sat up, massaging her burning head.
"I put a spell on you so that you couldn't try to run away again," he told her.
Katie looked up and glared at him. "Really. Does it explain my headache?" she asked coldly.
"Exactly," Marcus nodded. "You're going to have to say within 5 feet of me at all times."
"Great," Katie muttered.
"Oh, and one more thing," Marcus added, "only I can take it off." And then he turned and strolled out of the tent. He heard Katie cry out in pain before she climbed to her feet and ran after him.
Author's Notes
Sorry that it took so long. I really haven't been feeling well lately. Thanks everyone for all the reviews! It's amazing how many I got. So thank you a bunch!!
Hopefully it won't take so long to write chapter three either. And if you ever think that Nekane or Osbourne are becoming Mary Sues (forgot the male one), please, please tell me.