THE NEXT DAY
GEORGE'S P.O.V.
George sat in the drawing room of number twelve Grimmauld Place, clutching the Daily Prophet in his hands. Angel had told them the night before what Fred had done but it didn't hit home until he saw the picture of what was left of their lives work. He still couldn't fathom why Fred would do that. He had heard the reasoning but it still didn't make sense to revelations that night before made things twice as bad for him. How could one twin, who didn't know the other existed, know what was going on with her sister, god only knew, how far away, but he didn't see his twin changing right in front of him.
The worst part for him, though, was knowing that it was his blindness toward his twin's intents that got his sister, would be sister-in-law, and the love of his life in the trouble that they were in. Not to mention, Fred added in destroying his own niece or nephew before he or she ever had a chance at life. How could he not have seen any of this in his twin's eyes?
Was he too wrapped up in his own budding romance to see it? No, that couldn't have been it. Fred was long gone before Annika ever came into the picture.
George let out a frustrated sigh. He hated just sitting there and not doing anything. Why did he have to let the story sink in? It wasn't he who just found out about two siblings he didn't know existed. He needed to train.
He needed that distraction. He needed to not be able to think Fred and how he could blame this whole mess on himself. He needed to not think of the horrible things that were happening to the ones he loved because of his own blindness.
A knock on the door broke him out of his pity party.
"Come in!" He yelled. He hoped whoever it was had brought some kind of distraction from his idle thoughts. The door creeked opened and in walked his younger brother.
"Hey, man." Ron said. "You alright? You missed lunch."
Ron crossed the room and sat beside him on the couch. George not sure how to explain his feelings handed Ron the Daily Prophet.
"Oh." Ron said. It was silent for a moment. "It's not your fault, you know?"
George rolled his eyes. He knew what was coming.
"Ron, please, as much as I want her back, I don't want to hear one of Hermione's pep talks right now." he said trying to sound compassionate as well as forceful. "I just can't believe I didn't see it. He's my twin!"
"None of us wanted to see it, George." Ron answered. "Mom and Dad didn't either. Ginny didn't and after you she was closest to him. This is probably killing her."
"It's probably killing mom and dad too." George said solemnly. "I wish we could go to them and give them some hope."
"Me too." Ron answered. "But Dumbledore says we'll be ready soon. He's working on a plan that's going to involve the most trusted Order members. That includes mom and dad."
George felt a little better knowing that they would be making a move soon. He couldn't stand to live through anymore of Angel's dream retellings. They were one of those things you didn't want to hear but couldn't help but listen to.
"Listen, I know you, Harry, and Angel use the whole training thing to distract yourselves so I thought we could sneak of to the woods later and get some hand to hand in. We could tell Dumbledore we're just going for a walk. " Ron said wanting to get off the depressing subjects. George couldn't blame him.
"That sounds like a good idea, little bro." George answered. "But, right now, I'm wishing I hadn't missed lunch. Are there leftovers?"
"Angel made sure we saved some for you." Ron replied.
George rose and head for the kitchen.
ANGEL'S P.O.V.
Angel sat on her bed, thinking. She couldn't believe just a few hours ago, she was still an orphan who just found a bunch of friends, but now she had a family. A family that she needed to help save.
She knew she needed to figure out how to control her visions and make them come to her before they actually happened. The question was how she would do this. She needed the confidence that a life of having her gifts shunned had not given. Then she thought of how well she was doing learning how to use her other powers to a greater velocity and decided she could do it. She'd just have to try as hard as she could.
There was one thing that bothered her, though. She had always thought if she ever found out who her biological parents were, she wouldn't care. In fact, she thought she'd just hate them even more. She thought that if she found any siblings, she hate them for being raised and loved by their parents. Now, though, after hearing the stories, the only thing she felt was the anger of never knowing about any of this.
The anger wasn't specifically aimed at anyone. It was just there. She knew she couldn't be angry with their father because he had another family and didn't even know about her. Their mother was just trying to protect them from being killed. As for Harry and Annika, they ended up with the same child hood as she did. She figured the anger was just something that had been festering for years with no reason for it to come up. Now that she knew the whole thing, the anger was still there and there was no one to be angry at. Her parents were thinking about what was best for their families.
Still, she felt she needed to be angry. She had to let it out some how. How she wished that Dumbledore didn't cancel training for the day. She needed something to channel it into. Otherwise, she knew she would lash out at the people who didn't deserve it. She also feared if she didn't get it out, her powers would react. That would be bad. She could accidentally blow someone up when she was trying to freeze them. That was not something she wanted to do. Not to her new family.
As if in answer her prays, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." she said. Ron stepped in.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey," she replied. "Did you find George?"
"Yeah." Ron nodded. "He was in the drawing room. He's still in shock about the joke shop."
"It was that important to him?" Angel questioned. She never really had anything that meant that much to her until now.
"It was that important to them." Ron stated. "The two of them spent a good portion of their teenaged years working on it."
Angel nodded. She didn't quite understand what could've motivate Fred to make such a terrible move. From all the stories she heard about the Weasley twins, they were closer than most siblings, even for twins. Why would Fred have turned his back on them? Angel thought of the one thing everyone knew. He didn't feel like an individual but like a part to a whole. She knew, though, there were other ways for him to deal with that. He didn't have to run off and join the enemy.
"Anyway," Ron continued. "Harry and George need a distraction today, so after dinner we are going to sneak away to practice a little on our own. You can join us if you want."
"That's just what I need actually. A little bit of a release." Angel answered.
"Okay." Ron answered. "Um...I was just wondering, too, if you wanted to talk about anything. I know you just had a lot thrown at you. It's a lot to take in."
"Thanks, Ron." she said. "I'm handling things okay. I'm just angry and I don't have anyone to be angry at."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"My parents did what was best. How could I be mad at them?" Angel stated.
"You have every right to be angry at them." Ron responded. "No matter what the reason, they walked away and it is okay to be angry with them. Hell, it's okay to hate them even."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked. How could she hate them? She didn't even know them.
"I mean they were wonderful people from everything I've heard but they hurt you, a lot. It's okay to hate them for hurting you." Ron responded. "Damn it!"
"What?" Angel asked at his abrupt language change.
"George was right." he responded. "I'm starting to sound like Hermione."
His tone was slightly sadden when he said her name.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Angel put his hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him.
"I just miss her so much. Mostly, and I never thought I'd say this, I miss her constant nagging." he said. "I'd give anything to hear her nagging me again. Just so I could hear her voice."
"We'll get them out of that hell hole, I promise."
It was all she could think to say. She didn't have much experience in the moral support category but this was her brother, or at least he was close enough to her real brother to be considered hers as well, and she couldn't not try.
"Thanks." he whispered. "I think I'm gonna go take a nap."
He got up stretched and left the room. Angel, who didn't sleep well the night before decided to follow his lead. She would regret it five minutes later.
ANNIKA'S P.O.V.
Annika was still chained to the wall, alone, in her cell. She kept her eyes on the floor and willed herself to die. She been willing it for about twelve hours now.
"So much for wishful thinking!"
she thought bitterly.
She didn't understand why this was the way she was meant to spend her life. Hadn't twelve years been enough torture for her? Why didn't she deserve more than ten months of freedom?
She had thought when the Malfoy's would show her her place, they were just trying to degrade her. Now all she could think about was how this prbably was her place. Though, fate had played a cruel joke on her by allowing that glorious year away from this.
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs. She knew there was more than one set but wasn't sure how many more. She got her answer when the hit the dungeon floors. Six pairs of feet.
"Great, they want all three of us."
She hated seeing the other two go through hell and not be able to do anything about it. She felt the twinge of pain in her heart, knowing it was about to happen again. She continued staring at the floor as she watched to of the feet continue down the long dungeon corridor. She knew she was in for pain but wasn't going to make it worse by ignoring the rules.
She heard Draco mutter the spell that unlocked the cell door. She heard it creek as it opened and watched his feet as he entered the cell. She braced herself waiting for him to grab her hair and make her look at him but it never came.
He nibbled her ear instead, sending unpleasant shivers through her body. She didn't have to look at him to know that he was smirking.
"How are we doing today?" he whispered.
She didn't know how to answer. If she said she was fine, he'd hurt her, but if she said she wasn't, he force himself on her and "make her feel better." Suddenly she had an idea that would upset him, maybe enough to get what she wanted. Slowly, still staring at the floor, she whispered,
"I've had bad days and days that are so bad."
She smiled slightly to herself as she felt his fist collide with her stomach. The loss of air was welcome to her. She wished he would keep doing it before she could catch her breath. She waited for the next blow to fall but it didn't. She felt another soft nip of her ear.
"I know what you're trying to do. It won't work." he whispered. "I'm not done playing with you, yet. Not ready to kill you. So stop trying to antagonize me. It won't work. Although, your attempts at it are quite arousing."
She felt him rubbing himself against her. She was way past reacting to this. She knew a response would only turn him on more. She may have wanted to die but the longer she could keep his cock in his pants, the happier she'd be.
"What not in the mood?" he whispered.
She felt his teeth on the skin of her neck this time.
"It's this place isn't it?" he whispered continuing to her collar bone.
Once again she didn't respond. He chuckled.
"I know if I'd have more fun if we were in a nice bed. Would you?" he said.
Once again her answer didn't matter. He said another spell and her shackles disappeared. She fell not being used to supporting herself and Draco caught her roughly. She didn't fight him because she knew it wouldn't do he any good. It would only be more painful for her and all she wanted was death not pain.
He carried her up the stairs to the main floor and up some more to his room. She had been in here many times but never took anything in. She was always preoccupied with the pain she was going through.
He laid her not so gently on the bed. Then he straddled her, pinning her legs to the bed. He grabbed both her wrist and pinned them above her head with one hand. She didn't struggle because she knew he was to strong for her to get free. She wasn't gonna lay there and let him do this to her again though. She spit in his face. He slapped her with his free hand.
"Stupid whore!" he yelled wiping his face off. "You really do wanna die, don't you?"
He stared angrily into her face. She stared right back, defiantly. After a minute he got off of her.
"Don't move!" he growled.
She stayed as still as possible as she watched him walk to his closet. He disappeared in there for a minute. She didn't move knowing if she tried to run, he'd catch her. When he emerged he had a dagger in his right hand.
Annika was confused. Was he just toying with her or was she going to kill her? She didn't dare speak. She stared at him instead as he came closer to the bed. He sat down on her left and grabbed her arm. He flipped it over so her forearm was up.
Her breath caught. He was gonna do it but it was gonna hurt. She didn't care as long as she died in the end. She flinched slightly as he placed the point against her wrist. With enough pressure to reach her vein he brought the blade down her arm. She watched the blood pour out and a felt relief. She was going to die and be gone from this hell forever. She barely registered that he moved to the other arm and did the same thing.
As she watched the blood pour from her body, she saw faces fly by in her head. First Harry, George, and Ron, then her parents, followed by Remus, Ginny, and Hermione. Then one she didn't recognize but felt very familiar. Suddenly she realized, she did have things to live for. She still had people who loved her, people left to live for. People she had to save.
She felt like she was floating and knew it was too late. The phrase be careful what you wish for made since to her. Then just as she thought it was over, she felt herself coming back. She was laying on Draco's bed once again, only now there was no gashes in her arms and no blood on the bed. She opened her eyes. Draco stood above her smirking.
"I told you, I wasn't ready top kill you yet." he whispered stradling her again.
"Then what the hell was that." Annika breathed. He backhanded her.
"Watch your mouth!" he yelled.
Tears blurred her vision slightly. As she forced herself to look back at him.
"That was a real dagger. And I really did slit your wrists. But I let you bleed long enough to think you were gonna die then I healed you." he smirked. "I just wanted to see how entertaining it would be to watch you die. It wasn't entertaining enough so I brought you back. And now I'm really gonna entertain myself."
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She tried to keep him out but he grabbed wrapped his fingers around her thought and squeezed just enough to get her to gasped. When she did he slid his tongue into her mouth. She swallowed back the bile that was rising.
Being lead by the thoughts of what she still had to live for she wiggled her hips trying to throw him off. He was too strong.
In the end, he took her twice before he conjured up a cage for her. He kept her pinned to the bed for a minute longer.
"Listen whore and listen well." He said loudly and clearly. "You are mine, you always have been, and always will be. Your life will not end until I decide it should. Which won't be for a very long time. So you might as well get use to me because I don't let my toys go that easily." He licked her neck then yanked her up by her hair and forced her into the cage. "Now I'm going to take a little nap, so don't you dare make a sound!" he ordered. "And I have a little surprise. I figured you were getting lonely, so I'm going to conjure you some friends."
He smirked and said a spell. At first, Annika felt nothing then it started to feel like a million tiny little bugs were crawling on her body and inside it. Draco smirked again, used her wand to shut off the light, and said,
"Remember not a sound."
She wanted to scream and beg for it to stop. Ask him to make them go away but she couldn't get a sound to come out. It felt like the were everywhere crawling but when she felt for them, they weren't there. She sat the praying for him to make them stop and letting the tears fall.
"Somebody, please, make it stop." she quietly pleaded with anyone who would listening.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. As most of you may know, Breaking Dawn just came out on Saturday and I've been reading like crazy. It's amazing. If you don't read the series you should. Anyway, I'm still not sure what's going to happen but I figured I would use that to give some more insight to other characters. Specifically George in this chapter. And I hope the Malfoy/Annika scene was alright.
