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Chapter 30: Questions
'The attack was very quick and caught AIM by surprise…'
'There were casualties but it wasn't devastating…'
'Not confirmed if Jeremy and Lucy are ok…'
'AIM haven't contacted us since they called for help using the…'
'Communication has been limited…'
'The Ministry is on it…'
'Prepare for the worst possible out-come…'
'We're so, so sorry and we…'
Those words rang in my head. Over and over. After I'd woken up, I was whisked to McGonagall's office where she and some Ministry officer blabbed on and on about the Pure's attack on AIM.
Couldn't they tell I was literally holding myself together by a thread? As soon as they were done recounting how much they knew about the attack, I got out of there. You might be surprised as to how dead inside I felt. I was so shell-shocked, I couldn't do anything more than walk to my room, Al making sure I got there ok. Once I'd locked myself in my room, I cracked. Broke. Shattered. Whatever you want to call it.
The tears started streaming down my face and the sobs started wracking my whole body. I couldn't hold it back. I guess I had this breakdown a long time coming what with all the True Seer shit going on, being hated by most of Slytherin and Gryffindor, getting attacked by three students and with the Pure's trying to ruin everything. The attack on AIM was just the catalyst for a huge, total, embarrassing breakdown.
I sat on my bed, crying my eyes out, the lump in my throat making me gasp some unattractive sounds. Slowly, I curled myself into a ball and rocked back and forth on the bed, drowning in this feeling of utter helplessness. The only thoughts running through my mind were 'What if Jeremy didn't survive?' and 'If Lucy dies I swear to god I'll…'. Lucy was the worst because I wasn't prepared for her being caught in the attack. It's not like I saw her in my vision so it didn't even cross my mind that Lucy might've been caught in the attack. I felt stupid and my stomach ached like it was filled with jagged, heavy rocks.
I stayed like that, crying on my bed for what felt like ages. I wasn't too sure exactly. The only thing I know is that I somehow fell asleep during my cry fest.
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Opening my eyes, I winced. They felt raw and sore from crying so much. I yawned, sitting up in bed. It was dark in the room but I could make out Jo, Eva and Rachel all asleep in bed. I sighed, sitting up and rubbing sleep out of my sore eyes. I got a strange feeling in my stomach, a feeling of trepidation.
Uh oh. Usually that means something serious is about to go down. My eyes unfocused and I felt like I wasn't in control of my body. Without even realising it, I'd gotten up and was starting to walk out of my dorm room, down the stairs and into the common room. I sat down on one of the chairs when I finally came out of the weird trance-thing I was in.
"What the?" I squealed, jerking in the chair as I marvelled how I'd gotten down here. Weird, right?
Well, looks like I'd gotten down just in time. The common room door swung open, Al and Scorp tumbling in, their hair ruffled. They were holding hands and looked all flushed and giggly.
"Well, that was fun," Scorp said, before the two of them burst out into laughter. Uhhhhh…
I felt like I was ruining something. I cleared my throat. "Uh, guys?" I said as they spun towards me, look of shock on their faces turning to relief as they saw it was only me.
"Mads!" Al exclaimed, staggering towards me, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide. "It's my fav girl!" he announced loudly as he came and sat right on my lap.
Ummm…?
"SHHHHHHHHH !" Scorp shushed Al before having a giggling fit, Al joining in. The scent of something weird wafted off Al and over me.
Then it clicked.
"You guys are drunk," I stated, dumbfounded.
Al looked up at me, his eyes doe-like. "Yup!" he said, nodding.
Scorp nodded in agreement, swaying on his feet. "Teehee!"
Did… did Scorp just 'teehee'? Ok, they must be pretty drunk. I couldn't believe they were just… drunk. I mean, is that even possible at Hogwarts? I wonder what they drank… I wonder where they got any alcohol…
"Guys! How could you be so stupid? Especially with the Pure's and all!" I exclaimed, quite mad at them both. What if a Pure was spying on them or something? Or worse – what if McGonagall found them?
Al rolled his eyes, flipping his hair out of his eyes. "Buzz-kill! Madssssssss… chilllllllll! No Pure is gonna go spy on us!" Al rambled, his face bright with sweat. Then I rolled my eyes. Dumbasses.
"You know Enrico said the Pure's were everywhere. Even here at school! I can't believe you guys would… shit," I whispered, a sudden wave of dread washing over me and settled into my stomach. No, not wave. More like a tsunami. "Guys, something's about to happen. Get upstairs!" I whisper-yelled, bolting out of my chair.
Scorp giggled. "Madddddie! Wait for meeeeee!"
The feeling of dread grew and grew until I felt extremely cold. My teeth chattering, I whipped my head back to Scorp and a giggling Al. "Hurry! I'm being serious! This is something seer-like happening!" I snapped, running for the stairs.
"Ok, ok. I get it!" Scorp mumbled, following me, Al trudging up behind him.
"Thank you!" I muttered, taking the stairs two at a time. My stomach started to ache. My head pounded. I cursed under my breath, a nervous sweat breaking out on my forehead. Something really bad was about to happen. I didn't even dare think about the possibilities of what could happen – I just knew I had to get all of us out of there as soon as possible.
"Scorp!" a scream rang out followed by a loud thump. My eyes widened as I turned around to see Al land at the bottom of the stairs in a heap, groaning.
"Al!" I screamed as Scorp raced down the stairs, swaying and crashing into the wall in the process. He fell, only in the half-way down the stairs where Al lay.
I raced down to Scorp who looked green in the face, his handsome features twisted into a tired snarl thing. I shook his shoulders, his piercing eyes focusing on mine.
"He… he fell… I tried to grab him but…" Scorp said, dazed.
I looked at Scorp, my hands gripping his shoulders so he faced me. "Al needs someone to help him. Preferably someone not drunk! I'll help him, you go upstairs and get someone! Anyone!" I told him desperately, not waiting for an answer before I flung myself down the stairs. The feeling of dread grew and grew and grew until it was almost unbearable. Gasping, I felt like I was going to vomit. I raced towards Al who wasn't moving. Cursing every god I could think of, I shook his head. "Al… Al… C'mon… Al…" I muttered, his eyes flickering half-open and shut. Well, the fall didn't kill him.
"Ow…" he groaned, rolling onto his side. I shook him desperately.
"Al! Please! The Pure's are coming to take us! They'll be in the common room in exactly 1 minute and 37 seconds! So, get UP!" I yelled, my own words surprising me. Well, I guess that's what the feeling of dread was about – the Pure's wanted to take us. Take us where exactly? God knows where. Fear's clawed hands reached out and gripped my heart. I heard the door to the common room shaking. Shit. I desperately tried to haul Al up but he was too heavy. His tall, lanky frame covered in sweat made it hard for me to get a good grip. "Stand up!" I screamed as I kept my eyes on the common room door. I knew in my gut the Pure's were going to get in. And probably take us. Far out.
I froze, fear paralysing me to the bone. I felt like I'd be physically sick. Of course, at that moment, Al was physically sick. All over me.
"Ewwww! Al!" I scolded, holding my breath against the smell. When he didn't respond, I looked down at him.
He passed out.
Great. Just great.
The door flung open. What looked like some secret, wizard-group cult thing burst into the door. They wore black leather pants and black velvet jackets with pink, shiny buttons. Hmmm. Odd colour for a covert mission. Their faces were obscured by some kind of black mist.
"Al! Maddie!" I heard someone scream. I looked up towards the girls' and boys' dorm entrance to see Scorp with a very frightened Jo. I wanted to scream at them to hide… but I couldn't. My throat had completely closed up with fear, tears streaming down my face. Sobs wracked my body and I started hyperventilating.
I don't wanna look weak… but imagine thinking that you were going to die.
It was pretty freaking scary.
I couldn't be Harry Potter – look in the face of Death and Fear and every other shit thing in the world, my hair perfectly tussled, my handsome features in a knowing but brave smile.
Hell to the no. I was cowering on the floor, sobbing, snot and tears running down my face.
The group walked over to us. I could tell they weren't smiling even though I couldn't see their faces.
"She's right here – this is too easy," one commented. I didn't bother stifling my sob. "Well… she's pretty pathetic for some mighty seer. Who's in her arms?"
"Is that… Potters' boy? Ooohhhh… She'll love this."
"Grab them – both. Do you think we'll get paid extra if we get the two up there?" one said, pointing to Scorp and Jo. I looked back to see Scorp frozen in horror as Jo sneered at the wizards.
"You're not getting anywhere near us! I'll rip you to shreds with my bare hands! Then, I'll make sure you regret every single thing you have ever done as I torture you to-"
"Leave them. The girl's too annoying." Jo bared her teeth at that comment. She tried bolting down the stairs but she slammed into an invisible shield.
The creepy-cult wizrads split into two groups. One went towards the stairs, climbing each step in unison. Creepy.
The other group came towards me and Al, hauling us up. Their grips were like iron – I couldn't break free of it. Al was unconscious and slung over the shoulders of a strong-looking woman. I looked back to see the group cornering Jo and Scorp before they sprayed this sparkly mist-thing in their faces. Jo and Scorp looked like they were in heaven before their eyes rolled into the backs of their heads and they fell to the ground. I turned around and got a full face of the sparkly mist. It smelt like nice flowers… and the beach, hot chips, cold ice cream, mum's perfume, the smell of my house in Australia, the smell of the Hogwarts feast, Al's home-baked brownies, Jo's favourite lip gloss, James's cologne… it intoxicated me before my eyes closed and everything went black.
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Imagine this – ok, so you fell off a cliff and landed on your head. And then, your head got trampled by a stampede of Thestrals. Oh, and then someone decided to kick your head. Repeatedly. Suddenly, your head filled with lead and cotton wool and you just couldn't even move it because it felt so heavy and fuzzy.
Can you imagine that? Well, that's what it felt like when I woke up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, groaning. When did my life get so complicated?
I sat up, wishing I hadn't. The room spun and I saw black stars. When it passed, I observed the cell-room I was in.
Well. It's small. And smells bad. And was uncomfortable. And… well… it was a ghastly shade of pink.
I mean, bright, cotton-candy vomit colour. It burned my eyes. Ugh. I nearly gagged. I was also alone. There was no window. No door. No nothing. The floor was completely empty, the walls pristine. Yet, it still smelt like gross, muggle chemicals. I looked down and saw I was still wearing the clothes I was when the Pure's captured me… which meant old tracksuit pants and my Slytherin Quidditch jumper. Despite the jumper, I could still feel the bite of cold.
I checked inside my UGG boot – no wand. They must have it.
I started to feel claustrophobic – I mean, there was no visible exit! That really freaked me out. Plus, I really needed to pee. Like, really. My breathing grew quicker until it was near hysterical.
"Relax, there's a way out. I promise. She just wants to make sure you're afraid. Trust me, I've been in your position. It sucks. I know what it's like," a soothing, male voice sounded from nowhere. I screamed, looking around wildly.
Now, usually the people in the muggle movies ask shit like 'who said that?' or maybe 'who are you?'. Sometimes the occasional 'what do you want from me?'. Me? What did I say?
"Is there a bathroom? I really need to pee," I blurted out, wincing. I sounded like some idiot.
The male voice laughed. "Well, you've been out for a couple of weeks so that's understandable," Bob (I'm calling the male voice Bob) said nonchalantly.
"What?" I screamed, bolting to my feet, incredulous. "A couple of weeks?" What have I missed? Are people looking for me? Where's Al? And James… what must he be thinking? Are people dead? Did AIM get attacked?
Bob laughed. "I'm kidding! Jeez! Prisoners… so serious all the time. Lighten up! Take a joke!"
I scowled, my heart pace slowing. "You know what? You're seriously pissing me off," I yelled to Bob, scowling.
Bob laughed. Again. "Well, that's my job!"
I snorted. "Crap job."
Silence followed. I looked around the room, fear filling my insides again. Bob was my only confirmation I wasn't completely alone in this horrid room. If he was gone…
"Oh sorry – I was nodding. Forgot you can't see me," Bob said, not sounding sorry at all.
I flipped off Bob.
Bob chuckled.
I hid a smile – that test worked. Looks like he can see me but I can't see him. Now, how can he see me?
"What even is your job?" I asked casually, hoping he'd answer. I was preparing myself to listen intently so I could tell where his voice was coming from.
Bob sighed. "Looking after the prisoners. Watching them. Making sure they don't die… although, there was that one time…" he trailed off.
No use. His voice came from every corner of the room, top and bottom.
Bob started laughing. "Nah, I'm just messing. No one has died on my watch!"
What was he harping on about? I wasn't paying much attention.
"Where's Al?" I demanded, needing to know if he was hurt. Theories ran through my head that did little to comfort me.
"Nah, he's in cell block five. Cell thirty-four I think," Bob replied casually.
My eyes widened. "Cell block five? How many cell blocks are there? How many cells are there? What do the other cells contain? Where am I? How big is this place?"
"6 cell blocks in total, 92 cells in each cell block, dark and twisted creatures, PHQ, I'm not too sure because it always grows," Bob replied in rapid fire, his voice all smug-sounding.
I narrowed my eyes. So he wants to play that game…
"Is this the Pure's? Are you a Pure? How come you guys hate magical creatures? Who is your leader?"
"Yes, yes, we just do and not telling – not allowed!" Bob replied, again in rapid fire. He started laughing.
"What's your name? Your favourite colour? Can I get out of this cell? What's your favourite lolly? What does PHQ stand for and where is it?" I shouted, holding my arms out in a challenge.
"Tyler, red, you can't get out on your own, liquorice wands, Pure's Head Quarters and not sure," Bob (well, Tyler now) retorted. "BAM! In your face!"
I frowned, confused. "How do you not know our current location?"
"Well, it's Top Secret. Only the people in Her inner circle know the location of PHQ. Everyone else has a secret entrance they're registered to go to. Go inside the entrance and you'll be magically teleported here. You can't apparate in here and there are no windows," Tyler said.
"Sounds dull. And scary," I said, sitting back down on the cold floor. I scooted back to a wall until my back was resting on it. I pulled my legs into my chest and rested my head on my knees. "I have more questions."
"Well, I need to go and check on the other prisoners. So only time for one more," Tyler replied.
Prisoner. So I was a prisoner.
A million questions hurtled around my brain.
But I just said in a quiet voice, "How long will I be in this cell for?" my voice sounding meek and quiet.
Tyler didn't respond immediately. "I should go. It's feeding time for some of the prisoners," Tyler said, sounding uncomfortable.
"Oh. Will I get food?" I asked, a little bit of hope in my voice.
This time he didn't respond – at all.
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I was awoken by a banging on the wall of my pink cell. I jerked awake, wincing at that hideous pink.
"Prisoner 7900346 – are you awake?" a throaty, female voice sounded from outside the wall opposite from where I sat.
"Yeah," I muttered groggily. My stomach ached with hunger and my throat was so, so dry.
The wall seemed to disappear. Standing where it was was a lovely woman, her cropped hair reaching the middle of her neck in a shade of blue so dark, it was almost black. When she smiled, it didn't reach her eyes.
"You're alive. Good. She will want you to be transported very soon," the women said, her eyes empty of any emotion. At the word 'transported', my stomach did flips. The familiar feeling of dread seemed to settle there, my seer-senses telling me something bad was coming.
"Transported?" I rasped out.
The women smiled. "Don't worry hun, nothing bad will happen… to you," her smile widened as she walked right up to me. My eyes flickered to where the wall had been. "Oh, you silly girl! Don't think about escaping – the wall is still there, you just can't see it! Only a Pure can walk through it," she smiled down at me. "Now, She wants you to see our next mission! In hopes of breaking your heart and crushing your soul," she smiled again. Man, I hate her pretty smile. "Of course, we'll need you to change those awful clothes… Hmm… You're about Lysandra's size… I'll just go fetch her! Won't be a sec," she chirped, her hair turning into ink under the light.
Why was she so happy? It baffled me. Plus, I still wanted some good food. A couple of minutes passed until she returned, a younger girl trailing after her. They looked exactly the same besides the younger girls' hair, which was a pale shade of pink that went down to her hips. So they were sisters. The pink-haired girl (Lysandra, I think) was carrying some clothes as she waltzed into my cell like she owned it.
She needed to chill – this is my cell, not hers.
She dumped the clothes and the older girl smiled. Again. "We need you to put those clothes on. We'll give you three minutes to change," she said as she strode out of the room.
Lysandra's face gave away nothing as she said, "Tyler isn't watching you. We instructed him to leave while you were changing. Don't try anything – we have other eyes watching you and we have a security system to keep you from doing anything stupid." With that, she left, the wall turning back into its hideous shade of pink.
Sighing, I stood up and stripped. I pulled on the new clothes, the black leather pants smooth against my skin. The black t-shirt was plain with a high neck but the jacket… man it was weird. It was black velvet with shiny, pick buttons. It fit me snugly, my shoulders larger than Lysandra's. I placed my feet into the hard, leather shoes and laced them up. I realised with a start this was the uniform of the Pure's.
"I look like a Pure," I whispered. Suddenly, I felt very cold. And violated.
"Well, not yet," Lysandra said coolly from behind me. I whirled to see the wall invisible again. She waltzed in, a jar of frothy liquid in her hand. "Now, we do have the Potter boy, Albus. And we will hurt him if you don't co-operate. So, when I tell you to rub this potion in your hair, you will. And you will not drink it. Not. One. Drop."
Fear gripped me once again – they have Al. "Have you hurt him yet?" I asked, my eyes wide.
Lysandra shrugged. "Albus Potter is not my mission. How would I know? Just do as I said!" she said, thrusting the jar into my hand. It was cool to touch. Tentatively, I dipped one hand into the liquid. It felt like liquid silk and turned the colour of pale pink. I pulled my hand out and rubbed it into my ratty hair.
"More," Lysandra snapped.
"Jeez… snappy," I muttered as I rubbed more and more of the liquid into my hair. I rubbed it all the way down to the tips. I shoved the empty jar at Lysandra who pulled it from my grip.
"Wait here," she ordered as she stalked away.
What the hell was that about? Rubbing stuff in my hair?
An idea flickered through my mind as I frantically pulled my hair so I could see the tips.
"No… no, no, no, no!" I exclaimed as I saw my once dirty blonde hair a pale shade of pink, like that of a rose. "Are you kidding me? My hair is dyed? And… PINK?" I yelled, seriously pissed off. I looked around the cell and saw the invisible wall.
Well… it was worth a shot. I walked up to it, placing my hand against it. I hissed as it zapped me, pink lightening wrapping around my hand. I screamed and started shaking my hand, trying to get rid of the pink lightening. After a few moments of agonizing stinging, it faded, leaving a pink and raw hand. I rubbed it and walked away from the zappy-wall thing.
Lysandra and her sister came back into my cell and I realised my hair was now the exact same shade as Lysandra's.
The older sister clapped her hands. "Oh, you look just like all the others! Fantastic! Come with me," she said, gripping my arm in an iron grip.
No way was she touching me. "Get off!" I yelled, trying to pull my arm from her strong grip but Lysandra gripped my other arm, her long nails digging into my skin.
"Remember," Lysandra hissed in my ear, "Albus is in our possession. And we will hurt him," she threatened. I froze. "Good," she crooned in my ear. "Now, walk with us," she said, dragging us forward. We passed right through the invisible wall – I didn't feel any pain.
Weird…
"Good job, Lysandra. Your mission is going well. If all goes to plan, you might be getting teal hair!" the older sister said, her voice filled with warmth.
Lysandra tried to hide her beam.
Teal hair? What was so good about that? "Teal hair?"
"It's our ranking system," a very familiar voice drawled from behind me. I turned to see a boy around my age, maybe older with short, silver hair. Not grey, or white, but silver. It looked like liquid metal. And the boy… well. He was extremely fine.
More than fine.
He was hot. Hot as.
Thin lips, amazing jawline, piercing aqua eyes, good build… damn. He held his hand out, grinning. Oh man, he was gorgeous. "I'm Tyler," he said, the familiar voice finally clicking.
Tyler.
Well, I didn't imagine him that good looking.
Lysandra whacked his outstretched hand away. "Stop showing off. You're late, by the way."
Tyler sobered. "Late? I am?" he said, frowning.
The older sister rolled her eyes. "Unless you both want to be eaten alive by Her, I suggest we get moving. Prisoner 7900346 must be moved to the appropriate location. That is part of our mission," she said, emphasizing 'mission'.
So we went back to walking, Tyler walking like some kind of solider or guard behind us. The grips on my arm didn't get any looser the more we walked.
"I have a question," I said, breaking the stone-cold silence. Lysandra dug her nails in.
"Only one?" Tyler remarked. Ignoring both of them, I continued.
"Where are we going?" I asked, hoping the older sister would answer.
"Australia," Tyler answered immediately.
"Why?" I retorted.
"We have a mission to complete," the older sister said, her voice sharp. She wasn't smiling now. "That's all you need to know."
…and that's it!
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