A Malfoy Named Weasley
Chapter 5- Not in America
Trust. After you have trust, you have everything. Sometimes trust is had to gain. As in Draco's case, he couldn't just walk up and drag Laura away. He tricked the Weasley's into thinking he was something he wasn't. They thought he cared, or maybe it was the situation. If someone said they could save your daughter if you let them go with that person, would you let them? Or would you sit home, her life at steak.
"Draco, where are we?" Laura asked. They were in a darkly lit room; Draco was gripping Laura's hand with a death grip. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at Laura's neck.
"Don't say a word." Draco replied coldly.
Laura was silent as Draco led her down a hall. She didn't know why Draco brought her here, but she didn't like it, not a bit. It didn't seem like America, but she had never been there. He lead her down towards a room, it seemed different form the rest. Then she realized this room was much, much colder.
Inside there were rows and rows of doors. They weren't normal doors, they were steel. Each door had heavy blocking spells, so nobody could escape from one. Draco led her to one with a number 14 on it. He opened the door and shoved Laura inside. Quickly he slammed the door and locked it.
Laura was trusted into a small, dimly lit room. No, I wouldn't even call it a room it was a cell. The floor was stone and the walls were brick. The only other thing in the room besides Laura was a few strands of hay. Laura slid down to the ground. She pulled her legs in, so if formed a ball of sorts. Then she bawled, she was scared to death.
The next morning Laura woke up on a hard unfamiliar ground. She sat up and her memory flashed back to her. Now Laura was positive she wasn't in America, and she was positive she needed to leave. That was the problem, how to get out. She needed a spell that would magically tell her parents where she was. Of course she didn't know one; even if she did she doubted it would work from the tiny room.
"I'm doomed." She muttered to herself. She chuckled; she was starting to talk to herself. She had only been there a day; she could only imagine what she would do after a week of this. Her stomach growled at her, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't ignore the complaints of her stomach. Then something fell from her pocket.
Laura quietly picked up the stick like thing. She grinned, she still had her wand. You would think they would have taken it but they must have forgotten too. Maybe they just weren't afraid of twelve year olds. Laura twirled it between her fingers as she thought of what to do. Nothing came to her, zip. She tucked it in her robes, hoping it wouldn't be taken.
"I want my mummy." She thought. Even if it was babyish she wanted to be far away from where she was right now, she wanted to be in her own room. Laura sat there wishing she could just pop her voice into her mums head and say "I'm not in America, and I'm scarred Mum." But to Laura that was a dream, and dreams never came true. Or did they?
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"I'm not in America, and I'm scarred Mom." Those words rung in Molly Weasley's head. She kept denying it; Laura had to be safe she had too. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, it popped back into her head. What if Draco was lying and she was in trouble? Yet again, Laura could be fine. Molly had to tell someone, other words it would always haunt her.
Mrs. Weasley wandered into the kitchen. Ron was sitting at the table, his eyes scanning over the words in the Daily Prophet.
"Ron, do you think Laura's okay?" She asked. Ron looked up from the newspaper.
"Of course mum." Ron replied. Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"The words "I'm not in America, and I'm scarred Mom" keep finding their way into my head." She explained.
"Mum, I think you need a nap." Ron suggested. Deciding it was a good idea Mrs. Weasley head up from her room. Before she fell asleep another phrase entered her mind. "Dead on Winter solstice."
A/N: That wasn't what you were expecting was it? (well, maybe it was..) Anyways, this is the halfway point, 5 chapters left. well, please review, because i don't have may rviews for almost 200 reads...which probably isn't much but is to me. So, recomend it to anyone you think would like it. And please check out my other stories...they're all one shots...some humor and others rather sad.
