So many emotions were bottling up inside of me, so my natural reaction was to punch him again across the face.
"Would you stop punching me!?" Harry yelled as he clutched his face and his bloody lip in his hand.
"Well it's not like you don't deserve all the punches I give you," I said shaking my hand as pain seared up and down my arm. So much rage built up inside of me that all I did after punching him was walk away; I couldn't risk doing it again. I walked away and stormed to my room where I opened a bottle a Whiskey and poured myself a glass.
"You know that won't help your problems," Jon said from the door frame with his arms folded. I hated looking at him when drama happened because his face always displayed disappointment.
"Yeah well it was the only reaction I thought of," I told him gulping down my second glass of Whiskey. He came over to me and lowered the glass to the table; suddenly I grabbed my arm again as the pain came back, but worse.
"Can you have someone look at that?" Jon asked as he held my arm in concern.
"Like who?" I asked, "Harry? Hermione?"
"Well yeah," Jon said as I took my arm back from him and rubbed it.
I gave him a look of disgust and confusion, "Why on earth would I trust them with something like this when they lied to me!"
"Because you're in danger."
"From a God who took his name after plastic wrap," I said pouring another glass of Whiskey, but when Jon tried to lower the glass again, I snatched it back and gave him a glaring look.
"This is serious," Jon said as I slugged back another glass. "Are you really going to drown your sorrows with a bottle of Whiskey?"
I looked at the glass and realized Jon was right; I was in real danger and I couldn't ignore the fact that this plastic wrapped named God was after me for some reason. "Alright, fine. How do you propose we solve this issue?"
"Is it possible to dream about him again?" Jon asked as I gave him a look of total confusion.
"That's too dangerous," Hermione said mixing her coffee with the end of her wand.
"Won't that ruin your wand or something?" I asked, but after she didn't answer me, I changed the subject back to our previous discussion, "I'm sorry. What are the risks?"
"There are too many to count, not to mention that your soul could get stuck in the afterlife and we could never get you back," Hermione said looking between Jon and I in concern, "Please. Astral projection is very dangerous and what are you trying to accomplish? Trying to reach this God who could very well get you stuck in the afterlife."
"But this could be the only way to reach the God in order to find out what he really wants."
"We have established that he wants you," Hermione said sitting down and drinking her coffee, "From your dream, he wants you."
"We don't even know that that was him in the dream," Jon said defending me, "maybe it was someone that works with him."
"That's just as dangerous," Hermione said rubbing her forehead. "I don't want you doing this. I could lose you."
All of a sudden, the room went dark and I was back in the warehouse from the dream; so many emotions were flooding my brain, but the one emotion that did not come to my mind until he spoke...
"We have been waiting for you."
FEAR.
"So I hear," I said in response, but now thinking about this moment, I could have said something different.
The man was obscured by the darkness, but she knew it was the man from her dream. He had this familiar, yet ominous feeling about him as if she were there for his purpose or to do his bidding. "And what exactly have you been waiting for me for?"
"We need your help," he said and when he stepped out from the light, a chiseled angelic male face was revealed; he had porcelain glassy white skin, his eyes were an electric blue that saw into your soul, his hair was shaved on one side and dyed a dark pink and the other half of his hair was dyed a light blue. He was extremely tall, slender built, but muscular and he spoke with an accent that was foreign to me. Then, I noticed something that really stood out to me.
"You're an elf?"
He covered his ears, as if embarrassed by them. "Yes, I am now let's get back to the matter at hand. We need your help."
"You did mention that, but you failed to mention who needs my help," I said crossing my arms.
"The elven community needs you to locate your mother," he said as I stared at him and just laughed. I was doubled over in a fit of laughter at the thought that this guy would ever see my mother.
"That's hilarious," I said wiping my eyes of the tears that were pouring down. "My mother is dead. But maybe you can resurrect her and then she can help you save the world." I turned to leave, but was stopped by one statement:
"Your mother is alive." I turned around to find him laughing and to say "just kidding", but that did not happen. He stared at me with those blue eyes in a serious matter that gave me the indication that he was telling the truth.
"She isn't alive," I reassured him, "Harry told me she was no longer alive."
"Harry was forced to lie," he said as I became angry. "He was told to stay quiet about her existence for her protection. She is the only one who can stop The Dictator." I stayed quiet for some time in order to process the information this elf had given me; on one hand all of this made sense. Harry being so secretive about discussing her mother and her past, but who would want to find her and why was she so valuable?
"Why do you need my help finding her? Ask Harry, she's his daughter."
"Harry and Hermione have no idea where she is," the elf informed me, "the agreement was for them to never know her location in case they were compromised."
"If they don't know then how am I supposed to know?" At this point I was so confused; how was I supposed to find my mother if she was dead and I never met her.
"You are mentally connected to her," the elf said. "I can teach you."
"Fine," I said reluctantly. "Teach me."
"Close your eyes and try to visualize what your mother looks like," the elf said, but before I could say a rebuttal, he added, "if you've had dreams about her or have a picture of her, that also helps." I had none of the things he suggested and he expected me to find my mother on nothing, but I closed my eyes and focused as hard as I could and tried to visualize her. Nothing happened for several minutes, but then I was transported to a white padded cell and a person was huddled in the corner in a straight jacket.
"Mom?" I asked walking over to her, but she turned around with a crazy look in her eye and grabbed my arms. How can she do that whilst in a straight jacket?
"You need to leave now before they find you!"
"Where are you?" I asked franticly.
"You need to leave," she said touching my forehead and when I opened my eyes I was staring at Hermione, Jon, and surprisingly the elf who was apparently real.
"What the hell happened to you?" Jon asked as he helped me sit up.
The elf looked at me and asked, "Did you find her?"
I wiped blood from my nose and said, "Yeah. I found her."
