Red Angel

Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter

Rating: R

Thanks to my reviewers: Shinigami (I don't know I don't think Dumbledore knew exactly,) hpjsr (They will they will,) PammaPoo (Thanks!) Jackie (You're here right now!) Brilover (This one is longer I think) Miranda G. Potter (yep.)

Chapter Seventeen: Missing

Moody suddenly got up and rushed out the door. I am still sitting here in his wake. What is so bad about the mark? Maybe he figured out I cut it! And now he is going to tell my parents!

My Parents rushed in and looked at me. They look almost sick and my mother is crying on my father's shoulder.

Moody, who had filled in after my mother and father, spoke to me in a voice that is cautious and quiet. "James do you know what that mark is?"

"No," I replied as quiet as him.

"It is how Voldemort marks his followers, they are called Death Eaters, have you heard of them?" Moody asked me.

I shook my head. "Do you think I am one of his followers?" I asked. Oh please say he didn't, I wasn't and I never will!

"No, boy, but others will and it would be best if we got it off," Moody said. He looked at me like I was a bug or something equally horrible.

I didn't want to have my mark taken off it was a part of me. My parents and Moody jumped back. Why are they doing that? They are acting like they are being electrocuted.

"He is resisting!" Moody shouted. Who is resisting what?

My mum started to talk calmly to me, "James honey we are going to take you to St. Mundo's please just come here." Why was she acting like I am a lunatic?

Little bolts of lighting are filing up the room. Lighting bolts! The lighting seems to be coming from me! I am making it! Suddenly they, as in the lighting, stopped.

"James just come with me and it will be fine," my father said.

I followed them out the room. Moody is looking at me. I wish he would stop. My eyes fall from his gaze to the floor, the bland floor. We went back to the lift to the main floor. No one ever talked, the doors opened and we moved off the lift.

Moody grabbed floo powder and threw it in the fire and shouted, "St. Mundo's" My parents did the same. Mum pulled me in and the swinging green fire consumed us.

We arrived in a room with a woman at a desk with a sign behind her to the left. The sign said what floors you are to go to be treated. I think we need to go to the forth floor, that is Spell Damage.

Moody went up to the witch at the desk and said to her," we got a… torture victim."

"Forth floor," she said.

Moody, my parents, and I went up many floors until we arrived in a corridor with a set of doors being the name that was one the sign, Forth floor, Spell Damage.

We walked down the hall beyond the doors to a desk that sat in the entry to a room where the healers must go when they are one break.

A man was waiting in the hallway at the desk of dark maple. He looked at us with cold brown eyes that pieced me.

"What," his voice is as cold as his eyes. They didn't even have the cold warmth of knife down your arm accompanied by a trickle of blood.

"This boy here has Voldemort's sign burned into him. I need some one to remove it,"

Moody said. He seemed calm but if I am wrong, which I'm usually not, there is some fear in his voice.

The man's eyes widen and he looked at me with apprehension. What was so bad about my mark? All it did was turn black and hurt some times. Well, not really hurt, but you know what I mean!

"Bring him to room 4AB," the wizard finally gave my parents the room number. What does he think, that I'm going to kill him?

My parents brought me down the hall to a closed door. My father opened it and led me in. The air in that room smelled of decay and death. My heart is already sick before I have even stepped through the threshold.

The man with cold brown eyes came in with a woman with blue eyes like oceans on a cloudy day and hair of fire burning red, orange, and yellow. Her hair is like Lily's… Evans's

Oh… I miss her. Wait! I have said she is like her uncle already. I have condemned her. But… Still, she is mine. My friend and only mine! No one will ever be near her… Except for me.

The woman spoke to me, "Hello, dear. My name is Healer Prewett. Now, will you show me the sign?" Her voice is like syrup but I hate it. Lily's is gentle and calming. No part of her voice is false like this woman's.

I lifted up my sleeve so the false woman could check my mark. The room was silent, the room with the false woman and the cold man, the room that reeked with the smell of death.

I want Lily, my red angel. I need her like I need to get out of here. Please get me out!!!

I feel my feet moving but I am not in control. There is only one thing on my mind. I ran out the door, leaving my parents and the other adults behind me. Lily… Lily, please come to me!

(A Note from Jackie: Hey!! I'm just typing this up for you're wonderful author, Erin!! She's in band at the moment, so yeah… If there's anything that doesn't really SOUND like she wrote it, I could have accidentally changed it when I was typing it up… I honestly didn't mean to, it's just sort of my type of writing, then… Anyways… Remember to review her awesome story!! I KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!! :D –Jackie)

A/N: I have revised it to my liking and fixed some of my errors. Read and Review! -Erin