Sorry for the cliffy! But cliffies are clever ploys writer's pull to make their readers anticipate the next post! There's sort of another cliffy here too. But it's pretty obvious methinks.
Chapter 14 (Part 2)
For a split second, I thought it was James playing another prank on me but I soon found out that James wasn't this rough. I was lifted off the ground. I screamed as I struggled against the hooded person, kicking and punching every bit of his body I could reach.
Amidst of it all, one name flashed across my head and I screamed it out hoping it would reach his ears. The fat, burly man grabbed my right arm and pulled it. It felt as though it was being yanked out of its sockets. A sharp pain dashed up my shoulder and I was lost in the flurry of arms and legs... and the grunting, screaming and neighing.
The man swung me over his large shoulder like a sack as I desperately tried to kick and reach out at anything I could get my hands on. And then I saw him, emerging from behind the trees. But it was as if he hadn't been there at all. Before I could scream, the forest disappeared and I was in a dark haunting place.
It looked like some sort of abandoned hut. The furniture inside were broken and covered in layers of dust, the only light came from the slit in the uneven boards of the house that admitted slivers of sunlight. Did we apparate? One thing I learnt from apparation was that you couldn't do it with somebody else. A portkey perhaps... yeah. But that really was the least of my worries right then.
The fat guy with the hood dropped me onto the ground like some sort of object and marched off. My hands jumped to the pocket of my robes, groping for my wand... but it wasn't there. That big oaf must have nicked it.
"Hey!" I shouted at him. "Where am I? What are you doing? Hey!" I flung myself at him and caught the hem of his robes. His hood came off and I saw short bristly hair like a stiff toothbrush, small beady eyes and a nasty lopsided mouth.
He picked me up as if I didn't weigh anything and threw me towards a corner. I hit my back pretty bad before I crumpled onto the floor. The guy marched out and slammed the door behind him. I heard a satisfying click of the door. I rested my back against the wall and groaned.
I couldn't believe it. These things only happen in stories and movies. Surely this couldn't be real... was it some well-devised joke? Deep down, I knew it wasn't. Am I kidnapped? This made me regret my actions even more... I might never see my father again and my last words to him was... I hate you.
With my hands, I clutched at my hair and brought my knees to my chin. I started to cry. I hated myself for doing so... being so weak... so vulnerable.
Suddenly the door banged open and slammed against the wooden walls and a tall man in a black hooded cloak waltzed in, accompanied by the burly one. I looked up and wiped my face clean. The tall man let out a low chuckle as he watched me. I used my feet to push myself back into the wall, but I couldn't go further.
I finally found my voice and said, "What do you want from me?"
The fat burly man behind him snickered and his stomach wobbled slightly. The tall man also laughed.
"Aren't you going to ask me who I am?" He said slowly, almost tenderly. But his voice was cold, each syllable dripped with ice.
I looked up at the person's face. I couldn't see his eyes, but his skin was almost white and his lips were thin.
"Let me introduce myself," he said and he brought his hands up slowly. He gripped the edges of his hood and pulled it down slowly and dramatically. A strangled gasp escaped my lips. My heart skipped a beat and my breathing quickened. It was... no, it couldn't be...