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Chapter 11

"It wasn't a magical murder," Thomas chimed in, "it was a poisoning. Anyone could have done it, even your sister. It's the kind of nonsense you read about in those muggle novels."

Ulysses glanced sidelong at Thomas, "Since when do you read muggle novels?"

Thomas smirked, "They're actually quite good especially those Agatha Christie ones."

Ulysses snorted, "Well, too bad we can't have her help us on this mission."

Oberon held up a hand and motioned for them to get down. The three of them crouched behind tall grass as they watched Tom Riddle walk out of the room … literally. Thomas crouched next to Oberon, "You said your sister doesn't know magic very well. But, you're amazing at it. Is she a squib?"

Oberon clenched his jaw, "No. She is not."

"Then," Thomas whispered quietly, "why doesn't she know magic like you do?"

Ulysses cleared his throat softly, "Stop asking unnecessary questions, Thomas."

"I'm trying to get to the bottom of something," Thomas sent Ulysses an irritated look. "Is she mudblood?"

Oberon took in a sharp breath, "Yes. She is. Are you satisfied? Don't ever use that word to describe my sister."

Thomas continued, "But, if she's mudblood then you must be too."

"Yes," Oberon raised an eyebrow, "I am. Do you mind not using that word?"

"Something doesn't add up though," Thomas scratched his head. "If you and your sister are mudblood then how come your parents are half-blood? You're a Bagshot. This doesn't make sense."

Oberon hung his head low; trying to control his temper, "Haven't you heard of something called adoption?"

"Why would they adopt mudbloods when they could have gotten halfbloods or purebloods?"

Ulysses groaned, "Because not everyone is as narrow-minded as you."

Oberon nodded towards Ulysses, "What he said. And, we prefer the term muggle-born."

Oberon waited five more minutes and once Tom was completely out of sight; he motioned for his comrades to stand up. A lone wolf howled in the distance and Thomas took in a sharp breath. The forest and mountains seemed more menacing at night as though a black fog had enveloped everything.

They walked towards the hotel, stepping carefully to not make much noise. They reached the area where Oberon had said the window had been when he had spoken to Lara. Oberon touched the wall and felt an electric shock hit him hard. He shuddered and pulled his hand away. "There's a force field on this wall," he muttered.

"Stating the obvious," Thomas chimed in unnecessarily.

Ulysses stepped forward, "We have to find out what kind of charm this is."

Oberon shook his head, "It's possible that he could have made his own charm."

Thomas hesitated, "Which means your sister is stuck here for the foreseeable future."

"No. No," said Oberon, a new ferocity in his voice, "I won't let that happen. I will tear this wall down if I have to. I won't let my sister be taken by that monster."

Ulysses said decisively, "We will have to come back. The three of us need to research and plan this rescue better. We need a team of at least fifteen aurors."

Oberon's eyes lit up, "We can do this now. I have an idea."

Thomas' brow crinkled, "No, we can't. We need more time and this idea of yours might get us killed."

"If he can do his own charm," Oberon ignored Thomas, "then maybe so can we. He obviously built some kind of force field around this room so I need to break this spell. I may hurt myself in doing so, but, I am willing to take that chance."

Oberon held his wand out, trying to ready his shaking hand. Nervously, he looked at Ulysses and Thomas, "You two may want to step back." Ulysses and Thomas stepped backwards until they were behind a tree some safe distance away. They peered from behind the tree trunk as Oberon waved his wand, "Vires frangere."

Suddenly, there was a bright white light and Oberon shielded his eyes. When the light subsided, all that stood between him and the room was a window. His sister peered out of the window straight at him. She opened the window and saw Ulysses and Thomas emerge from behind a tree.

Ulysses looked at Lara in awe. He had never seen a more beautiful girl. He found himself inching closer until he was in front of the window. "I, uh," he began, "I hope you don't mind." He took her by the waist and lifted her out of the window. Lara looked at him in confusion but let the moment pass.

Oberon smiled in disbelief, "I didn't think it would be that easy."

Lara's expression darkened, "It's not that easy. He will find me. I'll never be free."

Ulysses looked at Lara, "We'll keep you safe. We'll protect you."

Lara laughed sadly, "You honestly think that the three of you can stop him."

She was glad to be free of that room even though she knew that she would never be free again.

The room was quiet and sunlight poured through an open window. The sunlight shined its truth upon the room. The white walls were no longer brick. He stared at the walls and the crown molding on top. The room was back to normal.

The fireplace had long since burnt out; ashes fluttered throughout the room. The room felt cold but he did not seem to mind. The cold did not faze him anymore. He could not believe that this room was so empty. He peered behind all the Grecian columns with a small hope that he would find her hiding behind them.

No, she was nowhere in sight.

He had lost her. He did not like losing. He owned her. She was his and he did not like losing things.

The bed was unmade; the comforter and sheets hanged off the bed just grazing the floor. The gauzy canopy swayed in the wind from the open window. The soft ticking of an alarm clock filled the room with much needed noise.

His hands clutched a pearl necklace in his hands. The strand of pearls broke under the pressure and each bead dropped to the ground. He screamed angrily causing a few birds in the forest to fly away.

"I will find her again one day," Tom thought to himself. "She can never escape. I am Lord Voldemort. No one can escape me."

He walked out of the hotel and flew away. He smiled to himself, the wind coursing through his hair. Lord Voldemort rasped under his breath, "We will be together again."

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