Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world isn't mine, but I use it to create my own character. Ramona is mine!
Eleanor Larathiel - Thanks for bèta reading, reading it again and reviewing! By the way, my name is Eline. I took Ramona from this story. She's my first creation.
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CHAPTER TWO
My saviour
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Luckily, thanks to the small hole in the wall, I can still get a breath of fresh air every now and then.
It's so hot and stuffy in here!
I keep very quiet.
Gregor had discovered it.
He has discovered that I had taken the letter.
Well, he can't have discovered everything, after all he doesn't believe the letter is real so he doesn't know that I answered it.
He did discover that a pen and a piece of paper were missing from the kitchen-drawer.
He thinks, quite truly, that I called for help from Misty.
She hasn't shown her pretty red and white body round the house for over a week.
At least, I think it's a week.
I can hardly count the days.
I think he really isn't planning to let me out, he was so furious.
I'm so hungry, no I'm starving. Hungry would be an understatement.
Although he doesn't really mean he won't give me food, this really comes close.
The last time I got some food was a really dry stiff bit of bread.
I'm dying for something warm to fill my tummy.
I feel so weak.
Half of the time I'm asleep, slowly drifting into unconsciousness.
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I hear screaming in the corridor, and crack my eyes open.
What's happening?
Did I fall asleep again?
Everything's foggy.
I can hardly keep my eyes open and unwillingly close them again.
Without noticing I fall asleep again.
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I open my eyes.
A bright light blinds me temporarily, and I shut my eyes once more.
The door is open.
What?
Oh, it's Gregor.
I bet he came to see if I'm still breathing.
He wouldn't care if I died, just too much paperwork. Easier if he kept me alive.
I hear him growl as he sets something on the ground.
I smell something, something nice, with a nice strong aroma of onions… I smell soup!
I open my eyes again and reach out feeble with my weak hands for the bowl.
The door closes and it's dark again.
I succeed to grasp the bowl and with a last great effort get myself to sit straight and drink the soup.
Black spots appear and it becomes dark in front of my eyes.
Darker than the darkness around me, dark inside my head.
I pass out.
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I feel something.
Not physical, but I 'feel' a presence.
A very strong one.
I can't get my eyes to open.
I'm so tired I can't concentrate on the presence.
A door opens.
The front door?
A voice I don't recognise.
Then the angry voice of Gregor.
God, my head hurts.
What's happening?
I hear thud as someone falls and curses colourfully.
Gregor.
Then it's suddenly everything goes silent.
Something rattling.
Keys?
I believe the door is being opened.
Yes, I can feel light through my closed eyes and I try to open them.
I can see something.
I see a pair of shoes, black, shiny ones.
A long cloak hanging on the floor and I hear a low voice cursing.
The strange man – his voice is masculine – picks me up.
"Are you awake?" He asks. "Holy Merlin, what has he done to you?"
He mumbles while he carries me out of the house into the sharp sunlight.
It's so bright!
I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head towards the chest of the man.
He smells strange.
The man places me on the backseat of a car and touches my forehead.
He places a small pillow beneath my head and covers me with his large cloak.
I fall asleep again underneath that warm cloak and I don't even feel us drive off.
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Where am I?
Slowly I open my eyes.
I'm lying in a large bed.
A really comfy one by the feel of it.
I hear something rustling and turn my head.
Someone is sitting on a chair with his back towards me.
I think that's my saviour.
Now I can take a good look at him.
Well, at least his back.
He's sitting on a chair and wears a black cloak.
His hair is half-long and greasy.
There's a bog owl sitting besides him on a stick in front of an open window.
He's opening something.
The wrapping of the package in his hands is from the same heavy parchment as my letter.
'What is that?' I ask after having hesitated and as expected my head hurts.
I see him looking up from the package, startled.
I 'feel' his confusion but it disappears when he turns around and looks at me.
I see a pair of black, tunnel-like eyes and a big crooked nose.
That kind of nose would make anyone else very ugly, but it fits him.
"Was that you?" He asks dangerously with a soft, silky voice.
I nod.
"Don't do that again."
I have heard that so many times and I react startled.
Usually Gregor would step up to me and give me a smack.
Would this man do that too?
He does look really serious, as if he has never laughed.
But his eyes are now full of remorse and I think he wouldn't slap me.
"You really don't have to be scared like that. I won't hurt you." He says softly and seats himself on the bed.
"Here, drink this." He says and gives me a glass with a colourless liquid and strange smell.
I look at it in disgust.
'What is it?'
"It will help you get better." He answers.
'Right.' I say and I try not to taste the liquid, only drink it.
I feel it surging through my body, giving me energy.
I smile.
He takes the glass and puts it away after cleaning.
He walks back to the desk and shows me what he was unwrapping.
It looks like a hair band.
He sits with me again and looks into my eyes.
Hurriedly I look away.
When some-one looks into my eyes from that close, I often loose control of my powers and know in just a few seconds his whole life.
What he thinks, thought, feels and felt, everything he knows, I know.
I don't want to do that to my saviour.
Moreover, I will hurt him when I loose control like that, just like myself.
"They informed me of your powers." He says icy while he helps me into sitting-position and placing the pillows in my back.
"This headband," I look at the green headband in his hands, "will suppress them."
I take it hesitantly.
My saviour walks to the owl and takes out strange looking money.
Apparently to pay the owl, because the owl stretches his leg with a small leather bag where he puts in some of the strange money.
Again something that should look really weird to me, but seems really logical.
I look at the headband in my hand.
'How do they know of my powers?' I ask him suddenly, neglecting his warning.
He turns with a startled look on his face.
"I'm still not used to be talked to like that." He says. "But we've been keeping an eye on you for a long time now. We knew you were being treated badly, but what he's done to you this summer was really unexpected. We decided we couldn't take your chance to get away from there from you and accepted you even though you replied too late."
He suddenly turn again and he lets his shoulders drop.
"I'm sorry." I hear him say softly.
Huh?
He's sorry?
About what?
I really don't understand.
'Eh… it's alright.' I say.
"When you put on that headband, you have to talk normally again." He says quickly.
Probably to change subject.
I start. 'Talk? I have never talked. Well, maybe once, but I have forgotten how.'
"Never talked?" He turns again and looks at me. "You mean you've always… communicated like this?"
I nod.
"Merlin." He whispers. "Well, then I'm afraid you have to learn."
I look at him concerned.
We'll see.
I really don't know how to talk, let alone how to learn.
But I see that he's holding something back, he's not telling me everything.
"I think you'll learn quicker if you put on that headband. Then you can't talk how you do now and have to find an other way of letting me know what you want."
I look at the headband again and take a deep breath.
Here goes, and I put on the headband.
Suddenly everything goes silent in my head.
I hear nothing, only the footsteps of the man as he comes and sits with me again.
"And?" He asks while trying to look in my eyes.
It's so quiet in my mind that I dare to look back in his black, tunnel-like eyes.
I don't 'feel' his thought.
Don't 'feel' the presence of little animals hardly anybody sees and I don't 'feel' the people downstairs anymore.
Everything is silent and only now I realise how busy it always has been in my head.
How tired I always got of all those thoughts.
The man sees the confused look on my face.
"It will take a while before you're used to it."
He's wrong.
I can get used to this very quickly.
How peaceful!
He turns to his large trunk and begins searching it.
"I take it you're hungry?" He says.
I try to respond, but I don't know how.
The thoughts won't leave my head any more, and I don't now how to use my voice, so when he turns I nod fiercely.
"I thought so."
He takes a bundle of clothes out of the trunk.
"Do you feel well enough to walk? I think you do, don't you?" He says examining me with his eyes. "My potion should have been enough."
He is right.
I feel well enough to do a wild dance, so I nod and throw back the covers to be able to get up.
I see I'm still wearing my old clothes.
I must smell very badly.
A little unstable I try to stand.
He puts the bundle of clothes on the bed and says: "I'll be downstairs to order some food. You can clean up over there." He points to the sink in the corner of the room.
"I'll come and see if you're ready in about ten minutes."
He takes a pair of shoes out of the trunk.
"I hope the clothes fit." He says just before he closes the door behind him.
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please please please review if some-one is reading this!
Eleanor Larathiel - Thanks for bèta reading, reading it again and reviewing! By the way, my name is Eline. I took Ramona from this story. She's my first creation.
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CHAPTER TWO
My saviour
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Luckily, thanks to the small hole in the wall, I can still get a breath of fresh air every now and then.
It's so hot and stuffy in here!
I keep very quiet.
Gregor had discovered it.
He has discovered that I had taken the letter.
Well, he can't have discovered everything, after all he doesn't believe the letter is real so he doesn't know that I answered it.
He did discover that a pen and a piece of paper were missing from the kitchen-drawer.
He thinks, quite truly, that I called for help from Misty.
She hasn't shown her pretty red and white body round the house for over a week.
At least, I think it's a week.
I can hardly count the days.
I think he really isn't planning to let me out, he was so furious.
I'm so hungry, no I'm starving. Hungry would be an understatement.
Although he doesn't really mean he won't give me food, this really comes close.
The last time I got some food was a really dry stiff bit of bread.
I'm dying for something warm to fill my tummy.
I feel so weak.
Half of the time I'm asleep, slowly drifting into unconsciousness.
-------------- -------------- ---------------
I hear screaming in the corridor, and crack my eyes open.
What's happening?
Did I fall asleep again?
Everything's foggy.
I can hardly keep my eyes open and unwillingly close them again.
Without noticing I fall asleep again.
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I open my eyes.
A bright light blinds me temporarily, and I shut my eyes once more.
The door is open.
What?
Oh, it's Gregor.
I bet he came to see if I'm still breathing.
He wouldn't care if I died, just too much paperwork. Easier if he kept me alive.
I hear him growl as he sets something on the ground.
I smell something, something nice, with a nice strong aroma of onions… I smell soup!
I open my eyes again and reach out feeble with my weak hands for the bowl.
The door closes and it's dark again.
I succeed to grasp the bowl and with a last great effort get myself to sit straight and drink the soup.
Black spots appear and it becomes dark in front of my eyes.
Darker than the darkness around me, dark inside my head.
I pass out.
--------------- ---------------- ---------------
I feel something.
Not physical, but I 'feel' a presence.
A very strong one.
I can't get my eyes to open.
I'm so tired I can't concentrate on the presence.
A door opens.
The front door?
A voice I don't recognise.
Then the angry voice of Gregor.
God, my head hurts.
What's happening?
I hear thud as someone falls and curses colourfully.
Gregor.
Then it's suddenly everything goes silent.
Something rattling.
Keys?
I believe the door is being opened.
Yes, I can feel light through my closed eyes and I try to open them.
I can see something.
I see a pair of shoes, black, shiny ones.
A long cloak hanging on the floor and I hear a low voice cursing.
The strange man – his voice is masculine – picks me up.
"Are you awake?" He asks. "Holy Merlin, what has he done to you?"
He mumbles while he carries me out of the house into the sharp sunlight.
It's so bright!
I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head towards the chest of the man.
He smells strange.
The man places me on the backseat of a car and touches my forehead.
He places a small pillow beneath my head and covers me with his large cloak.
I fall asleep again underneath that warm cloak and I don't even feel us drive off.
-------------------------------------
Where am I?
Slowly I open my eyes.
I'm lying in a large bed.
A really comfy one by the feel of it.
I hear something rustling and turn my head.
Someone is sitting on a chair with his back towards me.
I think that's my saviour.
Now I can take a good look at him.
Well, at least his back.
He's sitting on a chair and wears a black cloak.
His hair is half-long and greasy.
There's a bog owl sitting besides him on a stick in front of an open window.
He's opening something.
The wrapping of the package in his hands is from the same heavy parchment as my letter.
'What is that?' I ask after having hesitated and as expected my head hurts.
I see him looking up from the package, startled.
I 'feel' his confusion but it disappears when he turns around and looks at me.
I see a pair of black, tunnel-like eyes and a big crooked nose.
That kind of nose would make anyone else very ugly, but it fits him.
"Was that you?" He asks dangerously with a soft, silky voice.
I nod.
"Don't do that again."
I have heard that so many times and I react startled.
Usually Gregor would step up to me and give me a smack.
Would this man do that too?
He does look really serious, as if he has never laughed.
But his eyes are now full of remorse and I think he wouldn't slap me.
"You really don't have to be scared like that. I won't hurt you." He says softly and seats himself on the bed.
"Here, drink this." He says and gives me a glass with a colourless liquid and strange smell.
I look at it in disgust.
'What is it?'
"It will help you get better." He answers.
'Right.' I say and I try not to taste the liquid, only drink it.
I feel it surging through my body, giving me energy.
I smile.
He takes the glass and puts it away after cleaning.
He walks back to the desk and shows me what he was unwrapping.
It looks like a hair band.
He sits with me again and looks into my eyes.
Hurriedly I look away.
When some-one looks into my eyes from that close, I often loose control of my powers and know in just a few seconds his whole life.
What he thinks, thought, feels and felt, everything he knows, I know.
I don't want to do that to my saviour.
Moreover, I will hurt him when I loose control like that, just like myself.
"They informed me of your powers." He says icy while he helps me into sitting-position and placing the pillows in my back.
"This headband," I look at the green headband in his hands, "will suppress them."
I take it hesitantly.
My saviour walks to the owl and takes out strange looking money.
Apparently to pay the owl, because the owl stretches his leg with a small leather bag where he puts in some of the strange money.
Again something that should look really weird to me, but seems really logical.
I look at the headband in my hand.
'How do they know of my powers?' I ask him suddenly, neglecting his warning.
He turns with a startled look on his face.
"I'm still not used to be talked to like that." He says. "But we've been keeping an eye on you for a long time now. We knew you were being treated badly, but what he's done to you this summer was really unexpected. We decided we couldn't take your chance to get away from there from you and accepted you even though you replied too late."
He suddenly turn again and he lets his shoulders drop.
"I'm sorry." I hear him say softly.
Huh?
He's sorry?
About what?
I really don't understand.
'Eh… it's alright.' I say.
"When you put on that headband, you have to talk normally again." He says quickly.
Probably to change subject.
I start. 'Talk? I have never talked. Well, maybe once, but I have forgotten how.'
"Never talked?" He turns again and looks at me. "You mean you've always… communicated like this?"
I nod.
"Merlin." He whispers. "Well, then I'm afraid you have to learn."
I look at him concerned.
We'll see.
I really don't know how to talk, let alone how to learn.
But I see that he's holding something back, he's not telling me everything.
"I think you'll learn quicker if you put on that headband. Then you can't talk how you do now and have to find an other way of letting me know what you want."
I look at the headband again and take a deep breath.
Here goes, and I put on the headband.
Suddenly everything goes silent in my head.
I hear nothing, only the footsteps of the man as he comes and sits with me again.
"And?" He asks while trying to look in my eyes.
It's so quiet in my mind that I dare to look back in his black, tunnel-like eyes.
I don't 'feel' his thought.
Don't 'feel' the presence of little animals hardly anybody sees and I don't 'feel' the people downstairs anymore.
Everything is silent and only now I realise how busy it always has been in my head.
How tired I always got of all those thoughts.
The man sees the confused look on my face.
"It will take a while before you're used to it."
He's wrong.
I can get used to this very quickly.
How peaceful!
He turns to his large trunk and begins searching it.
"I take it you're hungry?" He says.
I try to respond, but I don't know how.
The thoughts won't leave my head any more, and I don't now how to use my voice, so when he turns I nod fiercely.
"I thought so."
He takes a bundle of clothes out of the trunk.
"Do you feel well enough to walk? I think you do, don't you?" He says examining me with his eyes. "My potion should have been enough."
He is right.
I feel well enough to do a wild dance, so I nod and throw back the covers to be able to get up.
I see I'm still wearing my old clothes.
I must smell very badly.
A little unstable I try to stand.
He puts the bundle of clothes on the bed and says: "I'll be downstairs to order some food. You can clean up over there." He points to the sink in the corner of the room.
"I'll come and see if you're ready in about ten minutes."
He takes a pair of shoes out of the trunk.
"I hope the clothes fit." He says just before he closes the door behind him.
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please please please review if some-one is reading this!