Chapter 5 Somebody Save Me!
Through rolling hills and grassy meadows stands an abandoned house that housed many secrets, even til this very day.
That house and its history filled with cruelty and unspeakable horrors now contains one of the most precious things any man can lay claim to, a Veela Sin.
"I don't understand I've tried everything. Earth Magic, Spells and Incantations, and Wand Magic obviously has no effect on you, Muggle Torture, I just don't understand why you won't you transform!" cried Roger Wyndham-Pryce in frustration. For the past four hours since he kidnapped Buffy Summers he had tried and tried again to force her into turning into a Veela Sin.
Buffy Summers was chained onto a makeshift altar, naked and spread eagle breathing unevenly as she tuned out his ramblings. Her eyes were bleak, she continued to hold up the façade of feeling nothing, but deep inside she knew she would be forever broken after enduring hours of humiliation, torture…rape.
"Crucio!" a male voice rang out through the air followed by the agonizing screams of Roger.
"Natasha take care of him, I'll get the girl." Buffy's vision had cleared just enough for her to see who her rescuers were, the woman, Natasha had curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes, in short, she was beautiful. And the man pointing his wand at her chains and muttering words in Latin had beautiful brown eyes and a mop of dark brown hair, he almost looked like a cross between Angel and Harry.
Darius Flammel a.k.a. Tom Madrolvo Ridle a.k.a. Lord Voldemort stared at the girl with wonder and amazement, despite her sorry state, and the fact that he was going to use her as a tool for his plans, he couldn't help but feel something akin to displeasure at seeing her so vulnerable. This girl was supposed to be one of the most powerful creatures on earth, a Witch/Slayer/Veela Sin and most importantly a Black/Malfoy.
This girl, who he would use for his own nefarious purposes made him feel…human. "It's alright, you'll be safe. My name's Darius, we're going to get you out of here."
The look had not gone unnoticed by Bellatrix but who was she to judge her master?
Buffy was too weak to protest so she allowed him to gently lift her from the cold stone slab and weakly wrapped her arms around him. "Hold on tight, I'm going to apparate us out of here."
Buffy gave him a small smile as she held on tightly, hoping that whatever 'apparate' meant, would get her as far away from this place, quickly.
Darius felt his cold heart warm just a little when she smiled at him, 'Beautiful, truly beautiful,' but pushed the warmth away as he remembered why he was "rescuing" her in the first place.
When Darius disapparated with her niece Bellatrix knelt beside the shrieking man and pointed her wand at him, "Silencio!" at once his screams stopped.
"You obviously don't know enough about the Veela Sin to understand that their true nature does not show itself until they have successfully found a mate. Their powers and complete transformation cannot be forced to immerge, once the Veela Sin has consummated its relationship with its mate, their bond will be the beginning of its transformation and the evolution of its powers shall begin to manifest and grow stronger the longer the time they spend together."
She looked down on him in disgust and pointed her wand at him, "Finite Incantatum! Did you really believe that you would be able to keep us from finding out about her heritage and harness her powers alone? You're a filthy excuse of a Wizard, hiding amongst the Muggles but no one will be safe from Lord Voldemort's wrath."
She grinned at the reaction of the man, now curling himself into a ball and coughing up blood. She leaned into his ear and said to him as she picked up a wicked looking blood stained dagger, "You may have abandoned Lord Voldemort once, but no one and nothing can save you know. The only muggle thing I've ever appreciated was their use of tools for torture." She dropped the dagger and stepped back as she continued, "But magical torture is so much better," she gave him a wide smile and pointed her wand at the tray filled with torture devices, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
All at once the devices floated effortlessly in the air, Roger paused for a moment and whimpered at the sight of the wicked gleam in her eyes, "How I've missed this so..."
Hogwart's School of Wizardry and MagicHeadmaster Albus Dumbledore knew that something was not right, he knew it the moment he heard of Bellatrix Lestrange's second escape from Azkaban and he knew that the screams of Professor Sybill Trelawney in the school's infirmary did not bode well at all, especially for one Harry Potter.
When he arrived, he was not surprised to see all the staff members of the school surrounding the Divinations Professor. The other professors must have seen him as they parted like the Red Sea when he neared Trelawney's bed.
Sybill Trelawney saw him and jumped off the bed, she leapt at his feet and grabbed on to his robes, her deep and raspy voice sending chills down their spines.
"The stolen daughter will return to a family unknown
Life and Death follows in her footstep
Chosen Warrior, wielder of Magic
Wings of ebony from creatures long gone
The first of her kind
And the last of her kind
Hope is lost if hidden from the truth
Her end will be the beginning
Yet hope remains if love is true
Look to the one who is worthy,
She will be his tool for the third coming
The dead shall rise once more
He will only succeed through her
We shall not know him"
Sybill blinked owlishly at the professors and the headmaster that had gathered around her, "Oh what happened? No, wait I don't want to know. I feel a little tired so if you'll excuse me…"
Madame Pomfrey, the medi-witch of the school was about to protest but Dumbledore just sighed, "Let her go, we have more important things to worry about."
Severus Snape stood there his usually emotionless features has now given way to that of concern and fear, not for himself, but for someone else. "A third coming Albus? Is that what I think it means?" he asked.
Albus Dumbledore sighed dramatically, "I believe so."
Minerva McGonagal pursed her lips and flared her nostrils, "That's impossible, we all witnessed His defeat. Voldemort is dead."
Before anyone had a chance to say anything else, Severus Snape excused himself, 'There's no bloody way! It can't be her!'
"Harry…" "I'll never let you go…" He hugged her so tightly, if she weren't who she was, she would have suffocated."Harry…"
"For all eternity I pledge myself to you…" He kissed her beautiful pink lips and trailed soft kisses down her slender neck.
"You promised me you wouldn't do this, YOU PROMISED ME!!!!!!!!!!!" He was shaking her now lifeless body, ignoring the peaceful smile that graced her bloodied and bruised face.
"Harry!"Harry bolted upright with a look of confusion on his face, "W-what happened?"
"We've been trying to wake you for the last half hour Harry. The others have gone on ahead I stayed behind to wait for you," replied Tonks. "What happened to you anyway?"
A red head popped his head around the corner and smiled, "Oy Harry you alright mate?"
Harry grinned at the sight of one of his best friends, "Yeah I'll be fine Ron, how did we get here?"
"Tonks apparated here and asked me to pick you up at the station." Ron stopped talking as soon as he saw Harry's scar, or lack thereof. "Gaw, I didn't believe it until I saw for myself. That girl must be special, wicked powerful to be able to heal your scar."
"Is he awake? Is he alright?" asked a frantic brown haired girl.
"Hello 'Mione. How have you been?" asked Harry. Hermione walked up to him and gave him a hug just as Molly Weasley came in. "Goodness Harry! You gave us quite a scare. It's good to see you both."
After catching up with everyone, Harry excused himself and stepped outside, not being able to shake off the feeling that whatever it was that Buffy had done to him wether it was intentional or not, had changed both of their lives.
Malfoy Manor…
"That's what he believes. And even I cannot deny the words that came from her mouth, Sybill may be eccentric at times but she did prophecy His return before."
Lucius Malfoy held his wife as she sobbed hysterically, "And Sybill mentioned a stolen daughter, you believe it to be our Bethany?"
"I should have listened to her."
Lucius and Severus stopped their conversation and looked at Narcissa, "Listened to who 'Cissa?" asked Lucius.
"My grandmother, in my dreams, Bethany came back…oh no! If Voldemort…no, he must not find her…we have to get Sirius, he was able to find her before, he could do it again. My poor little girl, so much burden, what have I done…it's all my fault…all my fault…"
Narcissa Malfoy fell in a heap on the floor, "It's in my blood, always the blood."
Severus placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently, "There is no one to place the blame on," he assured her.
"You don't understand! She's one of them, and when she is exposed, the whole world will be after her." She stood up and stared at Lucius with tears flowing down her face, "She…she's a Veela Sin."
TBC
A/N:
Where did Darius and Bella take Buffy?
How long before they find her?
What happens when Draco reunites with his parents?
Find out next chapter…
Zayra