Chapter Ten

"Damn girl, why did you have to fucking faint helplessly on me?" a distant voice snarled viciously, edged with icy steel.

Nobody would be up yet; I bet no one even knows that I'm gone… I thought miserably, wincing when my binds tightened by my kidnapper.

I had no idea I was going, yet I felt a sense of panic and alarm coursing through my veins, wherever I was going, it was certainly away from Hogwarts.

"I can't believe you dared to tell that disgusting, meddlesome Gryffindor about your own failing and then blaming it on your own, kind-hearted parents that only want what's best for you!" the voice became sharper, louder and more feminine as the woman emphasized each word with her own unique malicious tone.

Groaning, I knew who the mysterious, sharp tongued captor was. I rolled into my old foetal position, like I had turned into during the many summer days and nights I had been punished, because of not what I had done, but for who I am.

We were still flying aimlessly in the sun streaked sky, and I was still hanging from the burly man's hand like some muggle rag doll. My head throbbed like it had been hit with a rather ravenous bludger and my wrist twinged with each moment of my hopeless struggle.

Since the sun had risen, my hijacker had flown into the silvery coloured clouds in hope to leave no trace to follow. Unfortunately, the fluffy looking vapours were actually quite full of icy water, so we were drenched as Mr. Patil and I soared up through them.

"Bloody girl… I hope Paullina has taken care of her… She'll be taught a lesson soon enough…I've just got to take care of this intrusive boy… Maybe I could get rid of them… at the same time…!" Mr. Patil muttered under his breath, I caught just enough of it to realise that Parvati's mother had kidnapped her whilst her father kidnapped me.

This isn't going to be a walk in the park… I hope Parvati's alright… I thought, glancing at the town that slowly came into view as Parvati's father dragged me onwards through the sky.

The town was very quaint, small little rows of average cottage-like houses, it was like this town had come out of a fairy tale or a bed time story, nothing was wrong with it - or so I thought there was nothing wrong with this town.

"Where are we exactly, it looks like we're at a damnable fairy tale village?" I inquired incredulously, I had been to the evil 'villains' lair before, but this was just too weird- too perfect.

"Nosy and unintelligent, wow, what a winning combination; no wonder why they put you into Gryffindor!" Mr. Patil sneered sarcastically before adding, "No, this isn't where I live you little parasitic worm from Dumbledore's bowels! It's an illusion, this, none of this really exists."

As he said this I glimpsed at the village before double taking.

He was right there was no village. Every house, every garden, every street had vanished and in their places were a vast land of roses of all kinds and some colour roses I never knew existed. The grass was lush and neatly cut, each blade the same length and I'm pretty sure that was a huge lake in the far distance- next to a gigantic shadow.

No it wasn't a shadow, coming closer to the lake and the mysterious building of pure black stone.

Were all castles this big and ominous?

"What haven't you seen another castle other than that bloody Hogwarts schools building? No, I suppose you have not, being so poor and pathetic…" my kidnapper inquired his tone was more menacing then he looked.

If this is how they treated Parvati, their own daughter, when she was here, I know I have got to stop them and get her out of this castle for good…

"Have you asked Dumbledore yet!" my mother shrieked, she was behind me, tying my hands and feet to my bed; well it wasn't really a bed, just an old mouldy mattress.

"No…" I mumbled, tears stinging my eyes, the bad memories had swarmed back to me. I could block them out when I was at Hogwarts but now that I am home again, there's no stopping the pain.

"What did you say maggot?"

"No I didn't…" I raised my voice to a mere whisper now, just bearable to hear and just understand.

"How dare you defy your parents," my mother's flaming whip lashed out onto my pale flesh, "I have raised you," the leather ripped through my skin, "to obey your loving mother and father" the tiny droplets oozed out of my body, "not to become infatuated with some revolting," I felt like my own bones had been slashed by her whip, "scum of the earth Gryffindor boy!"

Tears dribbled down my blood and dirt caked face and slowly formed a small pool of water that disappeared into the already liquid ridden mattress. My whole pale bloody had been vicious torn, battered, rigidly transformed from a somewhat recognisable girls body to a sickening, deformed pile of dilapidated flesh, rose red blood and sheet white bones. My hopes of surviving this year crashed and burned like a heap of burning rubble. I shook unstably, head spinning, my eyes unfocused as I realized that she wasn't finished my punishment yet.

"You're coming with me, you steaming bowl of white-ass pus…" she sneered venomously, levitating my mattress and 'accidentally' running me into cobwebs, the ceiling several times and a wall twice before managing to move me into my closet, which in actual fact was the only part of my bedroom where I painted.

What the hell is happening?

I don't know but it cannot be good…

"In here." Mr. Patil snarled as he shoved me into a dimly sun lit room.

The room itself looked like someone had personally axed every piece of ebony furniture and laced it in tiny silvery cobwebs.

Dried puddles of what looked like blood were randomly splattered across the floor and as my eyes wandered further; and my stomach knotted as I recognised more recent blood pools. The mainstream of newly bled blood was surrounding and was on one particular spot- a mouldy old mattress.

"Now, go over to that corner." He ordered, nudging me into the direction of the farthest corner, right near that very same old mattress.

I remained silent as I tried to move, being hung for hours by your broken wrist didn't exactly make me flexible enough to move.

"Move!"

I turned suddenly around, despite the throbbing pain in my shoulders and wrists; I raised my fists and swung at my kidnapper. My knuckle landed precisely on the point of his square-ish jaw. My captor tilted his head back and hissed in a low, vulgar voice.

Without thinking I launched myself at the 6 foot ,8" leering man and pummelled my fists into his chest. Sweat drenched my back as I continued, not thinking about my wand, not thinking about his, all I was thinking about was saving Parvati.

"Foolish move you pathetic piece of Gryffindor scum, no wonder your parents are rotting in their graves now…" Mr. Patil growled, grabbing both my shoulders and heaving me off of his vast body.

Without another thought he threw me over to the far corner and conjured several ropes to keep me there.

"Fuck you!" I snarled as I spat at his feet, then I glared furiously right back at him.

"Oh that's going to cost you, you little son of a bitch…" Mr. Patil smirked satisfactorily; pulling at his wand and instead of pointing it to me, he pointed it to the cupboard.

AUTHOR'S NOTES!

Heya readers and reviewers! I hope you liked this chapter, I made Harry fight back etc. just to make it interesting!

Lots of Love!

Shadow Silver Wolf