Friday, 30 March, 23:15 GMT
Drew didn't know how long she had been unconscious as she lay on her side. Her eyelids fluttered as she scanned her surroundings. She was in some kind of barred cell. The floor under her felt grimy and the dank smell wafted through her nostrils.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked around the cell to get her bearings. The six-inch brown rat startled her for a moment. She tried to rear backwards as it scampered off. She yelled in pain as her left arm gave out. She clutched at her shoulder, knowing it was separated. She rolled over on her other side, propping herself up with her right arm. She sat on her haunches as she looked around again, taking in deep breaths that caused her pain as well. She knew several of her ribs were cracked.
She saw the small barred window closer to the ceiling of the back wall remembering now that she was underground. The light of the full moon streamed into the little cell. She looked at her watch. It read a quarter past the 11 o'clock hour. She slowly got to her feet. She looked around. There was no sign of Phillip. What had the Death Eaters done with him? Her worst fear was that they had killed him.
She walked gingerly towards the cell door. From her vantage point, she could see the dimly lit stairwell that the Death Eater had dragged her down. She took in a quick breath as she heard footsteps resounding on the stone steps. She moved backwards slowly, her bare feet sliding across the cold stone floor. She primed her right fist, not really able to do the same with her left because of her shoulder. If she were going to go down, she would go down swinging.
The footfalls stopped. She saw the black dress shoes at the bottom of the steps. She took another small step back. She saw the tip of the wand as the figure waved it unlocking the barred door. It swung opened just as the imposing figure stepped into the light of cell.
Drew's breath hitched in her chest. She was taken aback for a split second. Then she charged. She wrapped her arms around the young man's six foot eight inch frame. "Phil," she said, a little hopeful.
He was rigid at her touch. He shoved her violently to the floor. Drew landed on her left side. An intense pain racked her body. She shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs. She looked up in time to see her old friend wave the wand in his hand.
She heard him utter the stunning spell, Stupefy. She was lifted off her feet and was flung backwards into the back wall of the cell. She coughed uncontrollably, as she lay trembling on the floor. 'What the hell was happening?' she thought to herself.
He yanked her up by her shirtfront and hoisted her up off the ground with his left hand while aiming his wand at her chest. She looked straight into his eyes. They seemed cold and empty.
"Phil, it's me Drew," she said, whimpering.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced," he sneered. "My name is Kourtney Schield. I'm sure the surname is familiar to you."
"Phillip listen to me," she said, searching his face. "Your parents are Phillip and Ana Martinez, former United States Air Force officers who were stationed here in London. They were originally from New York so that's where they retired to. Your mother passed away of cancer when you were eleven. Your father brought you back to London when you were fourteen to teach Physical Education and coach varsity basketball at Wellesley Comprehensive School. That's where we first met.
"We went to the same university in Hawaii. You received your English degree and I got my medical degree. You went on to play basketball professionally in Boston," she trailed off as a smirk crossed his face.
Drew was suddenly caught off guard. The tall basketball player shoved his right knee into her midsection. She doubled over, coughing up blood. He turned on her again, kicking her in her side.
She saw the opened cell door. She blinked and mustered whatever strength she had left to spring towards it in hopes of escaping. He waved his wand again, casting Levicorpus. She was hoisted up by her leg, dangling upside down. With a flick of his wrist, she was thrown violently into the back wall once again, chest first. She crumpled to the floor.
"Seriously, half-breed," the black athlete picked her up by her ponytail. He fisted her shirtfront as he held her against the wall. "Did you really think you could have escaped so easily?"
"Please snap out of this, Phil," she cried as she looked directly into his dark blue eyes.
"My grandfather spins a different tale," he began. "My real father was Kellen Tanner, my mother, Roxanne Schield."
Drew's eyes widened in shock. She knew to whom he was referring. She gulped.
"They were killed nearly thirty years ago," he gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on her shirt, hoisting her off her feet. "By your parents."
Drew shook her head. She gripped at Phil's forearm and wrist. She looked into his eyes, pleading.
"Quite a family secret, don't you agree?" he sneered as he threw her to the ground. She rolled onto her back. "I'll let you in on another secret, Granger.
"The Schield family has a gift. We are able to drain one's strength by overpowering him … or her. Scores of our enemies have surrendered over the course of history due to this. This gift is more prevalent in the male line," he said, towering over her as she looked up at him.
"I'll tell you what Grandfather has shared about you," he said as he paced around her. She shut her eyes, wishing that this was all a dream. "You have a gift yourself. You have the ability to heal."
She looked at him. She took a painful breath.
"Soon, you'll lose that. I'll avenge my family by hurting yours," he said as he pointed the wand at her. "Grandfather gave me some pointers with this. Did you know this was my mother's?"
He stroked her cheek with the tip of the twelve-inch oak wand. She flinched. "He tasked me to torture you, without using the torture curse," he smirked at her. "I think that would be doable, don't you? And possibly more satisfying."
He straddled her hips, bracketing her head with his arms. She shut her eyes, trying to stave off tears. One streamed down her cheek. He squeezed her chin, making her open her eyes.
"So we've known each other for the past sixteen years, you say," he began. "Tell me about this Phil of yours. Are you two involved?"
Drew stared past him for a moment before looking into his eyes. "Please, Phil," she said softly.
He smirked at her. "You didn't answer the question, Granger. Are we an item?"
"We're just friends," she said, not being able to look him in the eye. "We always have been.
"Your girlfriend's name is Lisa Randle," she said, gulping as she remembered their heated discussion at dinner that evening. "You've been seeing each other for the past two years."
"So I guess we're just friends, then," he said as he ran the wand tip down the length of her chest. "With benefits?"
Drew took in a breath as he waved his wand. They were both divested of their clothing. He tossed his wand to the side as he looked her up and down.
"Please think about this, Phil. This isn't you," she began to flush, anticipating what he was going to do next.
"So this is what you've been hiding from him," he said as he ran his fingers over her abdomen.
Her reflexes kicked in. She tried to slap his hand off of her. He pulled both of her arms above her head and slammed her wrists into the stone floor. She cried in pain.
"You're hurting me Phil," she cried.
"Do you really think that I care how you feel, half-breed?" he said, icily as he pushed her right thigh open. "And my name is Kourtney. You will call me that by the end of this night."
Without warning, he rammed himself into her eliciting a cry of pain from her. Her eyes met his as a tear streamed down her cheek. Her breath hitched in her throat.
"I guess I was wrong about the 'with benefits' part," he said with an evil grin, knowing she was a virgin. With that, he pumped into her repeatedly, disregarding her pleas for him to stop.
Drew's eyes fluttered as she endured the onslaught. She averted his eyes as he continued to assault her. He pulled her knees to wrap around his waist. She arched her back on reflex and began to flush. He covered her, their bodies contacting each other.
"You're weakening," he whispered harshly into her left ear as he thrust into her. "Soon my revenge will be complete."
"Please, Phil," she said, shutting her eyes. "Please remember."
He lifted himself off her torso. He ran his palm over her breasts. She whimpered at his touch. He swooped down to kiss her full on her lips. She blinked rapidly. She felt as if her lungs were being turned inside out. She looked up at him. It was as if he were sucking the life out of her.
He finally broke the kiss. She lay underneath him, taking in small breaths. For a moment, her whole body racked with pain and then numbness came over her.
Phil felt a little dazed as he thrust into her one last time. He looked at the pain in her face. He shook his head as he watched her arch, more due to a spasm in her back than in pleasure. He pulled out of her and sat back on his haunches. Her eyes fluttered as she took in small breaths.
"Accio wand," he said softly. The wand flew to his hand.
He waved his wand over his lower limbs, uttering the cleaning spell, Scourgify. He shook his head, his vision blurred for a moment. He narrowed his eyes at her. Drew looked up at him. She took a deep breath as he aimed the thin stick at her. He waved his wand over her, muttering the same cleaning spell. He waved his wand again and their clothes reappeared.
They both took deep breaths as they locked eyes. He aimed the tip of his wand at her again.
His tone was measured, "You'll die a painful death, unable to heal yourself. You have no power. My revenge is almost complete; your family will learn what it is like to lose one of its own."
He placed the wand into his back pocket. He pulled her up by her shirtfront and dragged her to the brick wall behind them. He shoved her roughly against it. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. They locked eyes again for a moment. He shut his eyes and concentrated. A Muggle 9 millimeter handgun flew through the air and landed in his palm.
"Or I can facilitate matters," he said matter-of-factly, as he cocked the hammer and aimed it at her chest.
She just looked at him. She gulped. Her eyes fluttered as tears slowly streamed down the sides of her face.
"Do you have any last words, half-breed, before I end this," he said icily as he closed the distance between them, placing the muzzle of the handgun against her forehead. She whimpered. She looked up at him.
He took in a sharp breath. She seemed so small against him. He watched her shudder. She coughed.
"My parents didn't kill your parents," she said softly.