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Chapter 13: Taken Prisoner
She observed the landscape in definite flabbergast. Corpses were everywhere. They peppered the hills, blackened and immobile with the reek of decay beginning to imbue the already-smoke-filled air. Razed structures that were formerly quarters for the deceased were now nothing but scorched woodpiles. What was once an appealing community was now just a landfill site.
She shook her head in wrath. Those reckless deatheaters were to hold accountable! Various lives had been pilfered today and they enjoyed it as if the slaughters were a sport! If she had anything to do with it, she would ensure that there unquestionably would be hell to pay!
Attempting not to glance at a child's blood-spattered body, she stepped over it and ran from the grisly place.
They all had once thought that evil had been conquered. Now she knew, that they had been erroneous, very erroneous indeed.
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"Did you hear me, Blondy?" the deatheater sneered edgily. "I said activate that brainless head of yours and get a move on!"
Luna opened her eyes with lack of enthusiasm. Had this been only a delusion, she would be home right now, nestled in the warmhearted arms of her beloved. Yet, like all her hopes and dreams, this one was bogus.
Luna's mouth opened to counter back with a retort when a streak of pain enclosed through her head.
"Are there any juices streaming in that vacant head of yours?" the deatheater barked heatedly. "Good grief, this is worse than instructing a kid the Avada Kevadra curse!"
Luna rubbed her inflamed head soothingly. For a wallop, it had been quite a blow!
"HELLO!" the deatheater bellowed into her ear. "DID YOUR RECKLESS HEARD GET OUT OF DREAM WORLD YET? GET MOVING!"
Luna's heart stubbornly rejected the deatheaters words. But her head told her otherwise. So, very grudgingly, she started to walk.
"Finally!" the deatheater exclaimed hotly.
The multitude walked silently. Luna enclosed a confidential strategy to flee from these coldblooded beings. Now the only snag was if it were to thrive or fall short. Slinking the point of her wand from under the shelter of her wrap, she positioned it behind her and waited.
"Geez Swithers, did you have to do that?" one of the deatheaters rumbled.
His cohort looked at him in puzzlement.
"Do what Lee?" Swithers asked.
"THIS!" Lee roared, casting his wand out in front of him. "Pincheiledio!"
Swithers yelped as his body was nipped and tweaked.
"Hey," the lead deatheater snapped at the backbiting twosome. "Stop being 3-year-olds and get moving!"
But the leader's words were deaf as the duo's brawl merely blared.
With a grunt of aggravation, the leader merged with the bickerers.
"Now!" her mind screamed. Confirming that everyone was viewing the clash, she started sprinting in the opposite direction.
"Now listen to me," the head said, rebuking the infuriated deatheaters. "If I have to tell you one more –"
"LOOK! THERE SHE GOES! THE GIRL'S ESCAPING!" a voice mingled in the group shrieked.
The leader stopped his reprimanding and stared at the retreating figure, aghast.
"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!" the head hollered. "LORD VOLDEMORT TO BE BORN AGAIN? GET OFF YOUR SHITTY BUTTS AND GET HER NOW!"
Luna's heart throbbed in her head. Her legs beseeched desperately to stop and take a breather but that was like asking for them to detain her again.
Tree's zipped past her as the sun scalded her skin. Muck spattered against her already sully clothes and tree boughs ensnared her hair. But she snubbed the resolution to decelerate.
"STOP HER!" could be perceived, but as Luna detected, the uproar was growing muffled.
Luna beamed with fulfillment. She did it! She got away from those brutal deatheaters! She –
Luna's victorious glee melted like a puddle in warm spring air. She had a crack at stopping, but all efforts failed.
"Oh no, no, no!" Luna was barely able to squeal before falling off the overhang into the open sea.
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Screams endorsed through the café. Hermione had no time to blink as Remus like greased lightning pulled her and Myra under the table.
"Stay here," he warned. "Don't leave. And whatever you do," he shot Myra a surly look, "Do not make a sound."
"Remus, what is going on?" Hermione timidly whispered.
Remus glanced at her. His eyes verbalized it all. Deatheaters.
"Oh god no!" Hermione yelped hysterically. "Not again! They can't be back. I thought … after Voldemort. … no, Remus, no. They can't, they can't!"
Remus hung his head in woe.
"I'm afraid they are back." He said subtly. "And stronger than ever. They –"
"Wait, I know who you're talking about!" Myra exclaimed without prior notice.
"You do!" Hermione and Remus said in sync.
Myra smiled smugly.
"Of course." she said imposingly. "Those dire hobgoblins, they thought they knew the whole thing. Guess they were wrong. Went to be wiped out, but now they're back I suppose."
Remus and Hermione peeked at one another before groaning in aggravation. Trust Myra to be so composed and imprecise at a grim time as this.
"Listen Hermione," Remus whispered insistently. "Whatever you do, be hush and don't move a muscle."
"Remus, I'm not just going to park myself while you imperil your life –"
"Hermione, you are going to stay. If I die, who will be capable of finding Harry? You! As well as you are one of his preferred associates."
Hermione opened her mouth to dispute back at him, but abundant screams and sounds detonated in the air and Remus was gone within a hair's breath.
"Damn that bastard." Hermione thought snappily as she sat back, supporting her back on the wall's chilled surface. He was such an egotistical idiot! She would not be dumbfounded if he ended up returning to Britain in a body bag.
"Oh toosies, poosies, petunias, daffodils and crocks ……"
How was she supposed to be serene when her companion was jeopardizing his soul? Sure whatever. And while she was at it, she would ask a deatheater to decapitate her as well.
"Have no chance of becoming silly little mocks!"
Capturing her wand, she clambered out from under the table.
"And now they're done, sealed, and packaged just like baby ducks and that's why they call me BOBO RATTY LUCK!"
"Will you shut UP!" Hermione retorted to the crooning lass.
Myra brought her singing to a close, but she nevertheless persisted humming.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I don't need this!" she thought gloomily before rushing outside.
It was more stomach turning than Hermione thought. The lands surrounding her was bloodstained, bodies distributed across the rolling hills.
Vomit ascended in her throat, yet she compellingly shoved it back down. Gruesome wasn't a good enough word to portray this horrific scene. Neither was brutal or gory.
Spiteful laughter blasted from behind her. Hermione twisted around, her wand prepared for combat.
"Oh no, she's going to hurt me! I'm so afraid! Help, help!" the deatheater hooted brutally.
Hermione didn't squander a moment's rest.
"Crucio!" she shrieked.
The deatheater howled with pain as his body quavered on the ground.
Hermione knew almost instantaneously that she had performed the wrong thing. Black cloaks flickered before emerging wholly. There had to be no less than 60 deatheaters rimmed her.
"Well, well, well." one of the deatheaters jeered. "If it isn't the renowned wife of Draco Malfoy."
"Shut up." Hermione hissed, balling her hands into fists.
"Now, now, now." he said heartlessly. "We don't want any hostility here now do we?"
Other deatheaters mumbled their conformity.
"Too late. It looks like you got to everyone before any fighting could arise!" Hermione retorted.
The deatheater chortled with hilarity.
"True," he said frostily. "But now that our commission has been achieved, we are squandering time. Which means, you're going to have to come with us, milady!"
The additional deatheaters whooped with laughter. Hermione was baffled why they were guffawing at the word, milady, but when she found out (which would be in next to no time), she would be so distraught, that her life would amend evermore.
"No," she said willfully. "I'm not going and you can't make me!"
This only caused the deatheaters to roll with laughter especially.
"Oh you think so." the deatheater taunted. Without waiting for Hermione to make a comeback, he pitched her over his shoulder.
"Here's another one." a deatheater revealed, possessing Myra in his arms.
"Myra!" Hermione screeched. "Run for it! Don't let them get you!"
But Myra, being as absurd as she was, merely smiled with captivation.
"How fun!" she cried, watching the deatheater scuffle to restrain Hermione on his shoulder. "If only I were of age. Then I could amuse myself with you young ones."
"What she needs to amuse herself is an insane haven." The deatheater grumbled. "Well let's not keep the others waiting. I do suppose that now that we have that imprudent auror in our grip as well as these demented women, we've got ourselves some parcels that need to be delivered."
"Auror?" Hermione thought anxiously. Did they mean Lupin? Hermione could only anticipate so.
As for now, she was a prisoner. For how long, she didn't know.
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