By ArrA.
Katie felt like crying. She had been so closed to being saved. A Ministry Wizard had started to approach Marcus and herself, zooming towards them on his broomstick. Just as he reached them, Marcus had take the oppurtunity to disapparate and right when his fingers would of touched hers, saving her from the Deatheaters, she and Marcus were gone.
Now she sat stiffly in a small cell with bare, stone walls in which Marcus inhabitted. She thought it would of been fancy with beautiful tapestries and expensive furnature but it wasn't. All that decorated the room was a small statue in tribute to Voldemort in the corn on a small table, a medium sized bed and a chest and drawers. There was door that led to the bathroom which Marcus had entered ten minutes before and had not yet returned. She could hear the noice of a shower, pounding on the floor in the other room.
Thoughts flashed unbiddingly into her head and she found herself wishing that Flint hadn't been a Slytherin, a Deatheater or all together horrible. The thought was strange and Katie did the best to shack it off but the more she stood, listening to the shower, the more her heart beated and she wished she was in there with Marcus.
She sat down on the bed, callapsing onto the edge of it and sitting calmly watching the door across the room, waiting for Marcus to appear from it and she would leave the little cell that made her feel like the prisonner she was.
But Katie had never been the kind of person who could just sit through and she climbed over the bed, to look out a small, porthole type window that over looked the courtyard of the compound.
Below she watched as black cloaked figures hurried through the courtyard, running here and there, all of them seemed very busy. The night before, when they had arrived at the Dark Lord's hideout, Katie had been shocked and frightened to find out that it was a fortrice! She had cried out in shook, and Marcus had laughed.
It was a large, cold place, with stone walls and very little heat. There were no paintings or rich furnishings, just cold chill of the medevil castles of the past.
Katie shivered and flopped back onto the bed, starring up at the ceiling vacantly. With a sigh she reclessly rolled onto her side and watched the bathroom door, waiting for Marcus to reappear.
Finally he sauntered through the bathroom door with a green and silver towel around his waist and Katie sat there weakly, her eyes on the floor, trying not to gaze at the towel round his waist and think of what was under it. Vaguely she heard Marcus laugh and looked up to look at the man and not the towel. "We both know I'm good, Lena," he purred and Katie started feeling sick. "So come over here and maybe I'll take off this here towel." Katie looked at him with discust, forgetting all about the attractive towel and remembering the egotistic man. Marcus sat down next to her on the bed and looked into her eyes, slowly putting his fingers under her chin and raising it up, "Do you want something, sweet Lena," he cued, breathing onto Katie and it was then she realized at he was drunk.
"Flint," she said tiredly. "You're drunk. Please lay down!"
Marcus shook his head with a crooked smile on his face like a child and leaned against her, making Katie support his weigh. "Marcus Flint!" she screamed, "Get off-" her words were stopped when Marcus' drunk lips met her sober ones and his arms wrapped around her.
Katie could feel herself struggling as Flint pushed her onto the back and rolled over and she fought as hard as she could. Finally, in sheer desperation she was able to manuver her knee and knee Flint in the groin. He yelled out in pain and rolled off Katie and ended up falling on the ground.
Katie took the chance to run to the bathroom and quickly lock the door against him, hoping that he would forget the spell for unlocking doors in his drunken stuperor.
Sitting with her back to the door she listened to the noices coming out of the other room. She heard Flint trying to drag himself to his feet and then a crash as fell back to the ground. After that there was nothing, but Katie was to frightened to leave the bathroom. She sat against the door for hours, her mind racing, panicing, wondering what would happen if Marcus Flint were to lose his temper and report her for hurting a Deatheater... or punish her himself. Katie had no wish to be beatten or raped, two things she thought Flint was capable in anger.
Looking across the small bathroom during the second hour of her capitivity in the bathroom she noticed the little window. She cautiously removed her weight from the back of the door and walked to the window and looked out. Below her she saw the courtyard again. Deserpately she looked out, wondering if there was any escape but even if there had been no Deatheaters below her, she was three stories above ground and she doubted she would fit out the small window anyways.
Feeling defeated she returned to her place against the door and putting her head in her arms and cried. She cried for a long, so frightened of what Flint would do to her when he woke up.
And eventually she got her answer...
Jaymes wandered through the labyrinth that was the Deatheaters' latest retreat from Ministry wizards, with a scowl on her face.
Her father had promised her that he would come and remove her from Voldemort's company if the fighting got to dangerous and even though she loved to serve her master, it was becoming much to dangerous for her to stay in the castle. Ever since she had gotten there, there had been double the usual amount of guards guarding the walls of the fortress incase of auror attacks and she really did not feel safe.
She had sent an owl to her father when she arrived, telling him of her concerns and his answer had upset her greatly. Looking down at the parchment she glared at the words,
Nekane,
I thought you had faith in Our Lord Voldemort. You're worries show how little respect you hold for my great master and it saddens me greatly. Your mother had to fight for you to be born and she almost died giving birth to you. There are so many things you have taken for granted such as my money and the roof I put over your head. You are starting to disappoint me and when I have lost all my faith in you and you have abandonned your charge, I swear that I will disown you because we all know who is not your father, although the man who did father you still remains a mystery.
Do not disappoint me, Nekane.
Alder Lestrange.
Jaymes glared at her father's flowing hand and crumpled the letter angrily. He was not the one in this forsaken fortress risking their life, no that was Jaymes.
She threw the letter at stone pillor and pulling out her wand, lite the hateful parchment on fire. With that she marched directly to her room, ignoring Osbourne's questions about what was wrong and slamming the door his face.
She lay on her bed, trying to unsuccessfully to block out the sound of Osbourne's unstopping knocking. Exhaustedly she starred up at the ceiling and started counting the number of stone bricks that were used to make the roof but Osbourne's excessive shouts through the door made it impossible for her to concentrate.
Finally she became so vexed that she got off her bed and crossed the small room to the door. Throwing it open she screamed at Osbourne, "Shut up! I don't like you, you're making me mad! Just leave me the fuck alone!" before slamming it shut and preforming half a dozen locking curses on the door.
Osbourne starred at the closed door in shook. Jaymes had never once yelled or sweared at anyone in her life, let alone him and that thought was the only thing that kept him standing in front of her door with his hand posed to keep knocking.
A group of Deatheaters walked by, laughing. They stopped to look at him, first taking him in and then the door he was about to pound on. "She doesn't want you Avery," one sneered, "just leave the girl alone she can move onto better things."
Osbourne snared and retorted, "Such as you McDougal? You have a hard enough time telling your own ass from your face. Jaymes would never see anything in you."
The Deatheater laughed and signalled to the group of Deatheaters behind him. "What? You think you're so good because you're rich, eh Avery? Well our famillies may not be rich but we're just as pureblooded as you!" McDougal screamed before throwing himself at Osbourne and knocking him into Jaymes' door, making a loud boom.
Osbourne was able to fight free of the other man, and when his fist was free he punch McDougal in the face. McDougal cried out and tried to punch Osbourne but missed... that's when McDougal's lackies joined in the screaming began.
Osbourne was pushed into a wall and the other Deatheaters started taking shots on him. He attempted to fight back but it wasn't really happening. Then McDougal raised his wand, a sinister smile spread across his face, "Avada Keda-" McDougal broke off in the middle of his spell and slowly fell over.
Looking up Osbourne saw Jaymes standing over top of McDougals dead body with a wand in one hand, a bloody knife in the other. The rest of the Deatheaters stared at her in shock and she took the opurtunity to scream, "Stupefy!" and one by one they all fell stupefied to the ground.
Osbourne looked at her with awe while Jaymes headed back to her room and gestered with the knife for him to follow her to her room. Slowly he trailed behind the girl... no the woman, he had been in love with for years.
Once they entered she closed the door and applied quite a few locking spells before turning to Osbourne. "You're hurt," she muttered, looking at his shoulder that Osbourne had just dimly realized was aching.
"I'm fine," Osbourne told her but she ignored him and pointed her wand to his ingured shoulder and quickly recieted a spell. The pain quickly faded away and Osbourne tested it gingerally, and soon looked relieved when it did not hurt.
"Thanks," he told her and Jaymes just shrugged and pushed towards the door.
"Anytime," she quickly told him and then, against her better judgement, quickly kissed him on the cheek.
Then the door slammed and Osbourne was left to wonder what that little peck meant as he walked back to his chamber, suddenly quite a bit happier than he had been ten minutes before.
Author's Notes
I'm evil, aren't? That nasty cliff hanger in the middle of the chapter. Do you think Voldemort would accept me to join his legion? Am I Slytherin enough? ;) mwahahahaha!
Ok, thank-yee time! inkable (spamminess doesn't both me! You liked my fic, so that's all that matters! Yes, all of Hogwarts got attacked... people got killed but Harry would of been saved and people like Draco probably weren't even there. They had knowledge before hand of the attack. Anyways, thanks. I want Flint to be mean because I agree that he wouldn't be very fond to Katie, even though he probably likes her already.), IvyLeaves (Glad you liked it! I've always liked being different! Yay! ;) Anyways, for me, that was pretty quick... and the next one will probably be quicker!), PlainJainey (lol, I feel the same way at times! BTW, I like your M/K story too! And about being twisted, I love being twisted! The more twisted, the better I say. lol.), Nikki (oh, if you thought the last chapter was a cliffhanger then I've been really mean this time. ;) Forgive me?), and Miz!! (Yupe, I've figured it out! haha, the Green Man and the Goddess wasn't actually that popular. oh well. It's done. This one will be better! And thanks for betaing! Email me about doing this one if you want!).
Oh and read my new D/G fic! It's called Shrouded in Silence and although the summary might seem somewhat tame, in the edge it'll have dark and evil!Ginny! Here's the addy -->
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