by ArrA
Marcus walked briskly across the deatheater camp to where the brooms were stowed. Katie ran quickly on behind him, her shorter legs, having difficulty keeping up with his fast pace.
There were already a number of other Deatheaters standing around a pile of brooms. Each selected one carefully from the pile before attaching a small bundle to the back of the broom which contained their tent with all their supplies in it. Marcus stepped foward, into the circle, Katie following close behind him, frightened of all the snearing Deatheaters around her. She was poked and prodded more times then she could count and she nervously pulled the tent bundle, that Marcus had given to her to carry, against her chest in a gesture of comfort.
A deatheater made to try and grab the bundle out of her hand but suddenly Marcus was there. He pushed the Deatheater away, glaring. "Don't touch my woman Warrington," and Katie reaconized the past beater from the Slytherin Quidditch team. Katie closed her eyes tightly and felt Marcus' fingers wrap around the upper part of her left arm, hard enough to leave bruises. Silently she wished that Warrington wouldn't reconize her and call Marcus' bluff.
It was at that second she realized the risk Marcus was taking to keep her there. Not only would she be killed if they discovered her true identity but most likely Marcus would be a target as well.
Katie opened her eyes just a sliver as Marcus started to pull her towards the edge of camp. Finally they were out of the clearing that had been the camp of the Deatheaters. Now it was, was a clearing. In fifteen minutes, when all the Deatheaters would be gone, no one would be able to tell they were there or that they had Katie Bell as a hostage. Katie shuddered and turned to Marcus, who pulled the tent out of her hands and quickly tied it to the back of the broom before mounting it.
"Get on," he told her, not asking.
Katie looked uncertain. It was a Nimbus 2001, a good sturdy broom, but even though it was a good broom, Katie remembered the way Marcus had flied and she didn't want to share a broom with him.
"Can't I have my own?" she asked hesitantly, not wanting Marcus to start screaming at her and attract attention.
"Prisons don't great brooms," Marcus told her, anger starting to surface in his face, "now get on the fucking broom before you cause a scene and attract other, less gentle Deatheaters."
Katie snorted when she heard Marcus refer to himself as gentle but carefully climbed on the broom, making sure she didn't touch him.
Marcus turned back, a smirk plastered across his face and kicked off the ground violently, causing Katie to crash into Marcus' back and she quickly placed her hands around his waist as he continued to fly erratically, making Katie's stomach feel naucious and she was frightened she might puke.
Katie heard Marcus laugh as Katie moaned from the naucious feeling dominating her stomach. She knew he would never stop and let her sit for a minute and he wouldn't fly regularly either. Marcus Flint wanted to make life as miserable as can be for Katie Bell.
Nekane Jaymes Lestrange, always referred to Jaymes Lestrange, watched Flint and the girl as they rode ahead of her.
There was something about the girl that didn't seem right. Jaymes was almost certain that someone was lying about her, but she wasn't sure what it was. She never meet Marcus Flint before but her father had always speaken highly of him. The Flints were a rich, old wizarding family and despite the troll blood that had recently tainted to line, according to her father, they were still very important people.
Watching the couple closely, Jaymes tried to remember if she had ever heard anything about the Johnson family... but her mind drew a blank. She knew the girl was from Gryffindor but the way she was hanging onto Flint's flank, clinging very intimitely to him, Jaymes was surprised that the girl wasn't a Slytherin.
She sigh, one of the things Jaymes hated above everything else was mysteries. She hated them since she had been a child. There had always been a dark mystery surrounding herself and her birth. Her mother had given birth to her in Azkaban and it was rumoured that Alder Lestrange wasn't really her father. Whether or this was true, Alde had always treated her like one of his own. She was just tired of conversations coming to a dead stop when she entered a room or the students at Durmstrang not associating with her because she might be legitamet.
Jaymes glanced tiredly behind her and was not surprised to see that Osbourne Avery was flying rather close to her. The boy had been a friend of her older brother Gareth. They had been great friends when they attended Durmstrang but it had been three years since they graduated and they had grown apart.
Jaymes felt a presence beside her. Osbourne had flown up to hover besides her and was now looking at her expectantly.
"Hello Miss Jaymes," Osbourne smiled at her. Looking at him, Jaymes did not find him unattractive. The reason why she had rejected him was she was scared. She had never had a boyfriend... hell she had never had any friends. Everyone at Durmstrang had stayed as far away as possible. The thought of a relationship scared Jaymes to no end.
"Mister Avery, how are you?" she asked politely, as all young daughters of old wizarding famillies were trained to do.
Osbourne raised an esperated eyebrow at her. "Do we really need to be formal Jaymes? I've known you since you were nine years old."
Jaymes looked away from Avery with a frown on her face. She hated when he did this to her, but he did it everytime he came to speak with her. "Osbourne, you might of known me since I was nine, but I think it hardly matters. I have to make a good example for those around me, otherwise there is no point being here. My only dream is to serve Lord Voldemort, please don't take that away from me," Jaymes almost growled at the man. When it came to her service with Voldemort, it was something that she was quite serious about.
Osbourne glared at her angrily and willed his broom to dip down and he flew away. Jaymes watched him for a minute before returning her gaze to Marcus and his prisoner.
The girl clinged to Marcus' strong back for all her dear life, Jaymes now realized. The way she swayed made her wonder if she was about to throw up. Jaymes considered catching up to the two of them and making Flint stop for a moment but she knew she would be punished by her superiors if she did that. They were quite certain that the Ministry would be right behind them, but unfortunately, they couldn't disapparate out of the Forbidden Forest, so they were forced to fly through it, until they came to the edge where they could disapparate... if the Ministry wizards were not waiting for them there.
Jaymes supressed a shiver. She had only just completed her sixth year at Durmstang, she had no wish to end up in Azkaban with her mother.
They had been flying for the last five hours and Katie was in total pain. Everything hurt, from her ass, to her thighs, to her arms from cletching around Flint's waist tightly... the man flew like a madman, darting here and there, never in a straight line. Katie was very surprised she had yet to vomit... but then again she hadn't eatten anything that day.
The thought made her stomach growl and Katie moaned, feeling her empty stomach. Marcus must of heard but he ignored her. He had ignored her the whole trip, opting not to talk to her or anyone else. To Katie's relief they had flown a distance away from everyone, Marcus irritationly angery for no good reason.
Looking around Marcus' shoulder, rocking dangerously off the broom, Katie peered at the forest. It was quickly thinning, signalling the end of the Forbidden Forest. Katie sighed in relief. She hoped that there would be Ministry wizards waiting on the outskirts for them. She hoped she would be saved.
Clutching tightly to Marcus' back she hung on desperately as Flint suddenly gave the broom a harsh kick of power. She was thrown side to side but managed to stay on the broom. Vagually she could hear Marcus laugh and Katie grimaced, thinking of the terrible situation she was now in.
"Flint," she suddenly asked, "how much longer will we be flying for?"
Marcus grunted uncomitably and flew on. Katie almost screamed in frustration. "I'm hungry Flint," she snarlled at him, although he did not turn to look at her, flying the broom towards the edge of the forest, "I'm hungry, I need to pee and most of all I want to go home and see my friends."
Flint laughed quietly to himself and quickly glanced behind him for a second, watching the angry girl clinge for her life. "Lena," he said, using the name he had given her, "as a prisoner, you really aren't in the position to make demands, you stupid girl."
He heard a noice of rage escape Katie's mouth and for a minute he was concerned that she might start attacking him in mid fight but she didn't, she just pushed herself away from Marcus' back, riding an arm's length away from him. Marcus laughed quietly to himself, so quietly that Katie didn't hear, so she wasn't prepared for what he did next.
He suddenly wrenched the broom to the side and started to pull it downwards quickly. He felt Katie slide quickly, leaning to the edge dangerously, then her arms quickly wrapped around his waist again and Marcus violently wrenched the broom in the other direction. Katie screamed, pulling herself firmly against Marcus' back and he smiled to himself.
Around him, Deatheaters watched the show but none came to Katie's aid. They were a cruel breed of people and loved to watch Marcus torture the little Gryffindor.
Marcus smiled to himself and pulled the broom straight, Katie's hands loosening their grip. Ahead of them the forest was ending and Marcus could almost smell the Ministry Wizards ahead of them.
Looking around he knew that the other Deatheaters knew they were there too. Once they were out of the Forbidden Forest the Ministry would attack, not before since they were to frightened to enrage the Forest and have it attack them.
Marcus slowly slipped his hand into his robes, fingering his wand. The edge of the forest was quickly approaching and he would have to disapparate as quickly as possible.
Suddenly they were out of the forest and Ministry Wizards started appearing all around them.
Katie screamed hestically for someone to save her but before any wizard to come to her aid, Marcus was grabbing her wrist and they were disapparating.
Author's Notes
Cliff Hanger! Ok, I want to thank those who reviewed, Nikki (thanks for the positive review. I know I'm hopeless terrible at spelling but my computer's a piece of shit and there's no spell check, otherwise it would probably be my bestfriend. ;) ), Midnight Fyre (sorry that it took so long to write Chapter Three but it's finally here!), Saoirse the Irish Colleen (nope, haven't given up on it, I've just been having a bad time lately, so it took awhile to update. Wasn't in that much of a writing mood lately... but i have updated!), IvyLeaves (sorry it took so long but I have finally updated!) And just another thanks to everyone who reviewed. I don't think I would still be writing this if I hadn't gotten such nice review, supportive reviews!
Anyways, explaining why it took so long to update, I haven't been feeling well lately. To tell the truth, I've been pretty depressed for a while but now I'm feeling better. Hopefully I'm a lot better now.
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