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Crappery: It's been over a week and I apologize for that, but sadly I cannot live solely in a world of make believe! Okay, this story is almost over. I know it doesn't seem like that could be right, but the next chapter should be relatively long, but I'm not going to promise anything. If you have any question what so ever, please don't hesitate to ask it. In one of the last chapters it will be answered, I promise! I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO FUNNYCATGIRL CAUSE YOU'RE A DAMN AWESOME GIRLIE AND I DO BELIEVE YOU DESERVE A COOKIE!
Arya Raven: Thanks, hope this doesn't disappoint you.
Lorett: -giggles- none of the above, sorry luv. If there were Draco clones, they'd be on backorder cause I'd have them all!
Valentines-hater: I'm kinda evil, so I won't tell you...Yeah...I'd much prefer a live Draco than a dead one.
Tigoamy: I know...I've read so many stories where nothing really sad happens. Sure, a parent or someone dies, but none of the main characters. Now, I know it wouldn't make sense if they were truly dead, so you'll just have to hang in there until I finish this story!
Padfoot-lover1: Hehe...sadly, that's a no...
YamiClara: I'm sorry babe!! I don't intend on stopping!
Traveler888: Trust me, I would not be writing a story if it didn't have a happy ending... -claps hand over mouth- I probably just gave some stuff away, but then again my idea of a happy ending is usually seriously different than that of another person...
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: -grins- Yep I did.
NitenGale: I really like your story, you have so much talent and you'll only get better! Ugh, hasn't the weather been horrible lately? I mean it's late October and it still feels like it's the middle of the summer! Why can't we have actual seasons and not perpetual summer? WHY??
Alcapacien: Oh yes, it is all definitely helping the plot!
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Kelei: Wee! I am mean...sometimes...I'm being way to what? You're probably catching on...Just remember, in my stories I love putting twists and crap. Never believe anything, not even something the characters, yes yes even Dumbledore, says or does. I adore screwing with people's minds.
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Chapter Sixteen
It did not take Mia long to figure out that the most likely source of those who murdered her friends, was the Council. She had not trusted the
little man who had led them to the record room, his movements had been jerky and an air of superiority seemed to roll off of him. Not only had he
taken her doubts, but everyone else she had seen there had confirmed them. Something was up and she was going to figure it out. She wrapped her
arms tightly around herself as her body began to rock, the small part of her that was perfectly numb to everything drawing comfort from such a
simple action. For several long moments she sat there, before forcing herself to get to her feet. With the stiffness one gets after spending the better
part of a week in a bed, she stumbled towards her armoire in search of one of the commanding dresses she knew would be there. The moment she
touched the silky material, she knew that they would not do. She did not want to draw attention to herself where she was going. She needed to blend
in, being immediately recognized would not do. She walked back to her bed and took her wand up in her trembling hand. With a shaky wave she
changed the simple white nightdress into a drab floor length grey dress. The neckline, instead of being elegantly scooped, was a simple square that
barely came below her collar bones. The sleeves, which ended right at the base of her wrists, were free of any type of embroidery. Mia let out a very
quiet sigh as she slipped her wand into the well hidden pocket in the folds of the skirt. She took a deep breath and stilled her anguished heart, before
striding towards the door. She put on the air that she was someone important, despite the unpleasant quality her dress bore, and then stepped out
into the world.
It did not take Mia long to reach the city hall in her near colourless garb, slipping among crowds of people like a long dead wraith. When she
came to a halt before the large doors her blood began to boil and a feeling of unbelievable anger was birthed inside of her. She somehow knew that the
death of her love and friends was plotted within the walls and all could be damned while she was on this mission of deadly revenge. She walked
forward and pushed the doors open, her slender form swallowed by the infinite gloom. It took her eyes a moment to grow used to the semi-darkness,
but when they did she was pleased to see the squat man who had led her and Draco deep within the building standing a ways off. Without a second
thought to the consequences of her drastic actions, she strode towards him with murder written on her face.
"You killed them." She growled, her voice hoarse from disuse and grief.
He looked up from the papers in his hands, his brows lifted high on his forehead as he faced her. "Pardon me?"
"Don't act so naive with me. I may not know your name, but at this point in time I really don't give a damn." He must have seen something flash in
her deep brown eyes because his parchment dropped to the ground and he held his hands up in a warding gesture.
"Please, I do not know what you are talking about."
"Of course you don't, you're just so sweet and innocent."
"Miss, please, just calm down."
"Calm down...You want me to calm down? I have every reason to be upset! How dare you tell me to calm down?!" She was freaking out and a small part
of her knew that.
"Miss, if you can't control yourself, you'll have to leave."
She whipped around so she could see the person who had just spoken. He was taller than her, but then again the majority of the word was, and had
dirty blond hair. The locks had a touch of gold in it and she could not fight the sob. She pressed a hand against her mouth as a lone tear slid down
her cheek, like a salty diamond born out of pain. The man seemed to think his words had calmed her and reached forward to lead her out. When his
fingers brushed against the bare skin of her arm, she reeled backwards in sudden surprise, knocking into the smaller man. As she regained her
footing, she noticed that the two men were incapacitated briefly. A smile replaced the tears and she tore off through the mildly crowded room, off
towards the doors she knew would be there. She threw them open and kept running. Little did she know, as she sprinted in her adrenaline induced
haze, that within seconds of her abrupt disappearance the fact that she was present in the town hall had become well known. Now countless people
were searching the building for her, hoping to find her. Mia turned a corner and let out a squeak when she collided with several people; she fell to the
floor and ignored the burst of blooming pain when she saw the looks on their faces.
"It's her!" A voice yelled and like that, they all descended upon her.
She let out an undignified shriek when innumerous bodies fell on top of her, each trying to grab her so they could claim they were the first to find
her. She began to struggle, kicking her legs, biting, scratching, anything to make them let go of her. She had to avenge Harry, Ron, and Draco...She
had to try and save the island...She had to save that child. To her surprise, when she looked back later on, that it was not that she had to revenge
their deaths that ignited the angry power within her, but the thought that an innocent child was being used in some wicked way. Instead of another
shrill cry, an incensed scream erupted fro her, along with a massive wave of colourless energy. The bodies before her were knocked away with an
incredible, invisible force, their weak forms hitting the wall with a crunch that tickled her spine. Slowly, with leisurely movements that screamed
barely contained power, she rose to her feet and sauntered past the completely still bodies. There was an opened door to her right and she came to a
halt before it, her eyes wide. Still sitting amongst a ring of candles was the little girl, her truly gold eyes watching Mia's every move. A gasp left her
as she entered the room, an almost painfully strong motherly instinct to get and protect the child swamping her.
"Are you all right?" She asked quickly.
The little girl just looked at her with ever so slightly pained hues and one of her hands came up from her lap, reaching out towards Mia.
"Just stay there, I'll get you out!"
Without a thought to her own personal safety, or the magic pounding in her veins she ran towards the ring of flickering light, her sight set upon the
small child. The moment her foot went past the line that connected the candles, a deafening noise was born deep within the catacombs of the island.
Her steps faltered slightly as the floor began to roll slightly beneath her and she fell forward onto her knees, her body sliding fully into the circle. She
pushed herself up onto her feet and grabbed the girl off of her stool, hugging her tight against her chest. For a moment she stood their and held her
close against her, until she noticed the trembling of the walls. Mia's eyes widened slightly as her hold on the girl constricted. She quickly cast her
sight around the room, horror striking her to the core. The candles on the floor were shaking madly, several of them having fallen over, their wax
spilling like yellowish blood. The walls began to shake more, puffs of dust that looked like they had been blown out of a crack addicted giant's mouth
emitted from where the stones met.
"We have to get out of here now." She gasped.
She spun on her heel and ran from to room, cupping the child's head against her shoulder to protect her face from anything that might damage her.
Mia looked around wildly, trying to see through the commotion that suddenly filled up the corridor. All the people she had bowled over with her
powers apparently have come back to consciousness and were running about like chickens with their heads cut off. Somebody hit her hard in the
shoulder and she stumbled as she darted through the crowds. Her body was thrown hard against a wooden paneled door, a faint cry slipping from her
as plain shot through her. The little girl let out a soft whimper of fear, her small hands grabbed fistfuls of Mia's simple grey dress in her terror. She
gently ran her fingers through the child's fiery locks as she slowly rocked her torso.
"It'll be all right sweetheart, please don't be afraid. I promise I'll get us out of here." The babe nodded her head slowly in understanding, but her grip
did not loosen.
Mia took in a deep gulp of air as she took off at a sprint, carefully dodging those coming at her from the other direction. There was a deafening
screech of timbers breaking and for a split second there was silence before screams of the grievously injured began to filter through the assembled
people. More cries began to add to those of pain, this time of utter terror. Despite her better judgment, Mia felt the beginning of panic begin to spread
through her veins. A light sweat sprung onto her forehead as she heard the small girl let out a shrill sob of fear and that was when she realized that
not only her life depended on getting out of that damn awful building. She had a child to save. A long forgotten instinct that seemed almost alien
uncoiled from the depths of her soul and without a second thought she threw open the nearest door...
Sorry about the wait you guys, but school has intruded and I've had little to no free time! Anyway, if you have any questions at all please ask me them because they will be addressed in the next chapter or the one after it. Thanks!
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel