Chapter 2
For some reason, upon her wake, Marcela felt the light literally pounding upon her. She winced, turning onto her stomach to nuzzle her face into the soft blankets of her bed. She sighed heavenly, falling into a light doze when suddenly she heard a banshee shrieking with the vocal powers of a demon.
"Mudbloods! Traitors! Muggles in my own home—!"
"Shut the hell up, you miserable old bloody cow!"
Marcela whipped up in bed, pinning the blankets to her chest as she stared at the door in shock. It was then she realized she didn't recognize the room she was in. With wide eyes and a petrified expression, Marcela glanced around the shabby, creaky room. The wooden floors were overdue for a cleaning as was the curtains. The painting of the walls were chipped and stained with yellow. An old drawer, that looked very much as if it belonged in a yard sale, was completely demolished. It seemed like dust was a very close friend to this room.
Slowly, she pulled away from the blanket; her posture tense and wary. Marcela looked down and noticed that someone had removed her checkered plaid and jeans, along with her boots. She gulped, her hands pulling at her skin between her legs and peeking into her bra to see that she was untouched.
Feeling very much like a kidnapped victim, Marcela started to explore her surroundings in hopes that she could escape and run to the nearest authorities.
Gulping, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. As soon as she pressed her weight upon the wooden floors, they groaned with despair. She froze, her blue eyes glued to the door to see if anyone was about to burst in anytime to soon. Seeing that nothing changed, Marcela stood up from the bed and went straight to the drawers.
Moths flew up into the air as soon as she opened it.
Marcela coughed and hacked, swinging her arms about to whack away the insects. Much to her irritation, the clothes in the drawers were much too small for her to wear, leaving her to the wardrobe off on the side. She slowly approached it, opened the door cautiously only to jump back when a black blob oozed from the black wardrobe and plop on the ground. Marcela backed away, her eyes widening as it took shape.
She let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Marcela took no notice of her half-nakedness and darted out of the room, screaming shrilly in a duet with the banshee from earlier. She pushed past shocked red-headed children, throwing herself down the stairs quickly all while screaming like a terrified child. A couple of men came out from a kitchen with their sticks in hand.
It was then Marcela remembered exactly what happened.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Sirius cursed, glaring at the Weasley children for any sign of mischief. As he opened his mouth to speak, the muggle he had placed to bed sped right across him in her undergarments. A low whistle came from him as he saw her lovely body streaking to the entrance of the living room.
Remus cursed, pushing past Sirius and sped after her. "Stop her! She's going to the front door!"
Marcela glanced over her shoulder to see the men, women, and children running about in a formation much like herders do with their cows. "You'll never get me alive!" she screamed, jumping over furniture to try and exit the depressingly luxurious living room. Still spurring on the adrenaline she achieved from upstairs, Marcela went into her soccer mode and leapt over couches until she was forced into the corner of the room. "Leave me alone! I wanna go home!" she snarled.
A woman (the woman Marcela had met at the train station) was there, cornering Marcela into a wooden desk and holding her hand up as if she was attempting to calm a wild animal. "Hello, Marcela. Do you remember me? We met earlier—"
"I know who you are!" Marcela snapped, glaring at her and the other men surrounding her. "I don't know what the hell is going on, but I sure do know that I did not agree to come here!"
"For Merlin's sake, someone put a sleeping spell on the annoying twit."
Marcela's blue eyes darted to the greasy hair man and glared at him. "Yeah! I know about that, too! You guys have magical powers or something! If you don't let me go, I'll tell someone! Yeah! I will, and then they'll capture you, and, and, and do experiments and shit!"
Remus, as he was a werewolf, shifted uneasily from side to side. "We should've left her in the muggle world, I knew it. She's no good here!"
"You heard Dumbledore's order," Tonks said, not looking away from Marcela. "He wants her here at all times."
"Oh, leave her alone!" Molly burst into the drawing room with a blanket in hand. "Look away! She's nearly naked!"
"And hazardous," Snape said, walking off to the side of the room with his wand in his sleeve. He looked on, finding nothing in the trollop of a woman as she paraded wildly about the house in nothing but her undergarments. He watched as Molly offered the blanket to the muggle woman only to see her reject it.
"No! You probably put a voodoo spell on it or something!"
"We should," Remus said. "You're too crazed, right now. We should put her to sleep or better yet, lock her in her room."
Marcela started gasping as she remembered what she had seen upstairs. "No, no! Never!"
With that, she quickly darted towards the woman in front of her and pushed her away. There was a suspicious growling sound that seemed to belong to a canine booming from behind her that all but revved Marcela for a faster escape. She heard nothing as her trained legs took her about the room. Her blue eyes watched as glowing bullets zipped towards her and quickly dodged it, hitting her shoulder up a wall painfully. She jerked her head to the side and avoided another glowing spell.
Running on instinct and desperation, Marcela barely escaped the drawing room and entered a long hallway. She glanced to her left to see a door she guessed what the entrance and exit to the house.
"Stop her!"
Marcela ignored them and continued running, speeding down the corridor as her pupils dilated from the close taste of pure freedom. It was then the familiar black smoke flew overhead of her and landed between her and her freedom did Marcela screech to a stop. She flailed her arms about, forcing the momentum of her body to slam down as she watched the black smoke form the greasy-haired, hooked-nose man she had spewed her stomach acid upon.
His hands rose up.
Quickly, Marcela turned to try and run back into the rooms and possibly throw herself out the window when she saw other men blocking the end of the hallway. She turned back to the pallid man and snarled, "You'll never get me alive!"
And with that, she threw herself at him with the intent of a murderous woman.
Snape didn't have a chance to grab at his wand, which he so should've done since the beginning, as the woman threw herself at him much like a treacherous, sketchy whore. He grunted when the woman shouldered his stomach with the force of five men; air whooshed out of his body. It was a miracle that Snape managed to even wrap his arms around his flailing body. "We do have you, you wretched tramp, and you are alive! So cease your struggling!"
"Never!" Marcela squawked. Despite the fact that her arms were crossed over her chest and held down by an iron grip, she didn't give up.
When she noticed the other men slowly coming forth, she started thrashing like a madwoman.
"No, no, no!" she screamed.
It was inevitable. One of the men lifted their wand and spoke softly. The lull of sleep gently wrapped Marcela in a dark blanket, forcing her eyelids to become heavy and close. She muttered curse words, her muscles jolting from time to time in an attempt to continue with her exit, but the woman couldn't help but succumb to the softness of sleep.
Remus released a heavy sigh and stepped back as he watched Molly rush forth and wrap the muggle woman in a blanket. He turned away and approached Nymphadora who was frowning fiercely.
"That went well," Tonks said sarcastically.
Sirius turned to the metamorphous and peered at her suspiciously. "I'm beginning to ponder heavily upon your job, Tonks."
Tonks merely grinned. "I live for danger."
Arthur, who had joined the others into capturing the muggle woman running half-naked through the Black's estate, rubbed Molly's back comfortingly. "Who is that?"
"A dimwitted muggle Dumbledore granted safekeeping to," Snape answered, depositing the woman into Sirius' eager arms none too gently. He brushed off imaginary dust and wrinkles from his black robes, fitting himself to the ultimate decorum of a strict professor. "I believe I am done here," he said and bypassed everyone, shouldering Harry roughly by the shoulder (though immaturely) before entering the kitchen.
Sirius gazed down at the sleeping woman (who was sleeping with her mouth wide open and snoring very loudly) and sighed. "I'll take her up to the room again."
"Make sure you put a tracking spell on her." Remus cleared her throat. "We don't need her running around and causing a ruckus."
"Will do, will do."
Sirius passed through the hallway, squeezing through the children who were curiously gazing down at the scenario. The Weasley twins grinned knowingly to Sirius and even nodded in approval of the maiden he carried in his arms. "Bugger off," he grinned back.
The woman was quite the catch, though Sirius was somewhat disappointed he hadn't had the privilege of feeling her wiggling body against his. The thought of Snivellus holding the enchanting woman had Sirius' lips twisting downwards in a grimace.
It was no secret Sirius hated the man. Ever since his childhood that wretched creature of a man had always been on his hit list. He narrowed his eyes, entering the room the woman had occupied only to come to a sudden stop when he realized there was a Boggart steadily sneaking back within the wardrobe. Quickly, before it could gain form, Sirius whipped out his wand. "Ridikkulus."
A very short chapter, but a chapter nonetheless! (: Thank you for your lovely reviews!
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