Chapter 5: Stuck

(Breathing fast) What happened? (Gulping) Am I alive? God, what happened?

Little by little, she opened her eyelids and blinked. Alex realized that she had been lying for a while now. Her flesh has gotten bitter and bruised. Cramps felt in every joints of her body. She breathed out slowly feeling relief that she's still alive.

Wait! What about the--

The black figure was no longer there. Instead, there was another figure standing in front of her paralyzed legs. This time, it was not black but dark brown. The figure was wearing long dark brown cape-like coat with medium high collar. She noticed the figure has short mussed and messy looking dark brown hair. This man must have saved her because he was holding a wand at one hand and a white mask at the other. It was the black figure's mask.

Oh my God! What did he do?

"Who are you?" Alex spoke out. In the speed of light, the mysterious man turned and looked down to her. The weirdest thing, the person that Alex presumed to be a man, was only a teenager. He looked so young and minor. He could probably about around Alex's age, 16.

He has dirt with mixture of dust and black ashes smudged all over his face, hands and his clothes. It's really vague to figure out how he really looked like but overall, Alex found one thing that make him very noticeable. He has these pair of glassy silver eyes. She found herself gazes at them. They're so appealing.

Out of the blue, he lividly told her, "We need to move now!" He swung his wand making her float off the ground and stood on both feet.

"How do you-"

He swung his wand but this time, it looked like he was pulling something in. He does. Alex's red wood wand with small glass on the tip just flew across from the small campfire and landed perfectly in his palm. Turning over to the rebel Russo, he shoved her wand on her hand and ruthlessly seized her arm. He began to pull her forward as they both walked through the blazing campsite.

Trying to keep up with this stranger's pace, Alex started to feel irritated because she had let this stranger to order her around which was very unacceptable from her part.

"Get off me, nimrod!" Alex exclaimed as she harshly pushes him off her.

"Nimrod?" he replied.

"Yeah!" she stressed it. "Nimrod!"

She quickly stepped back when he think the unthinkable thing. He rose up his wand at pointed it straight at her face. His wand was perfectly aligned and sharp as she noticed it.

"Wh- What are you doing?" she stammered. He just stood there and glared at her. His glassy silver eyes shone villainously at her.

"Get down!" he breathed out.

Alex looked at him, confused.

"GET DOWN!" he yelled.

He was not aiming at her. He was aiming at another hooded figure standing 3 meters away from Alex. Infuriated, he reached out and pushed her down so he could get better aim at the hooded figure.

"Rictumsempra…" he yelled out, aiming his wand at the hooded figure. "Maxima!"

A huge narrow ball of light green flashed from the tip of his wand soared into the air like a bullet and hit the hooded figure right at his chest. It made the hooded figure fell backwards to one of the flaming camp creating another explosion.

Crouching down to the ground, Alex watched the explosion and then turned to him. He was still glaring at where the hooded figure stood. His eyes looked very intense and fuming.

"Lets go!" came his voice, which now very deep and huskier. He began to walk off again. Alex followed him silently from behind.

The fire has definitely destroyed the surrounding because everything turned to black ashes. There were long silence until Alex unexpectedly said, "You're bleeding."

He turned to her, looking pale and tired now and objected, "No, I'm not. Let's keep on moving we're almost there…"

"But you're really bleeding!" Alex opposed. She ran over to him and grabbed his right arm. He startled and shrieked. "Look!"

He was bleeding. There was a long tear down his forearm with bits of broken glasses stuck inside his open flesh. He was definitely losing lot of blood because he looked deeply pale even though his face covered in dirt and ashes.

"I'm fine," he protested, pulling his arm away from her. He began to walk again but this time he fell down to his knee. Alex quickly helped him up expecting that he would push her off. Instead, he does not. He let her.

"Where's are we heading actually?" she asked him as she put his arm over her shoulder.

"Over there!" he pointed out. "There's an entrance over there, I presume everyone will be there."

"Okay." Alex hold on to his waist as they both slowly walked through the burnt rubble.

As they approached the entrance, someone was calling Alex from behind. Alex turned her head and found Justin, Max and Harper running over to them. She let go of the stranger and ran over to them.

"Harper!" she cried as she hugged her best friend. "Are you okay? Do you get hurt?"

"No, we're all good." Harper told her. "You have no idea-"

"Listen, we got to get out of here. We don't belong here." Justin interrupted. Alex nodded. They all huddled together close. Justin pull out his wand and recited, "We're done with this all violence, get us out of this goblet of fire!"

Nothing happened.

"We're done living in this violence, take us back to Waverly Substation!"

Nothing happened.

"That's odd," Justin let out. He began to swing his wand and examined it carefully. "Why won't my wand work?"

"Let me try." Alex held out her wand and recited, "We're done living in this violence, take us back to Waverly Substation!"

Still, nothing happened.

"We're done living in this violence, take us back to Waverly Substation!" Max recited.

The same result, nothing.

"Justin, what's going on? Why won't our powers work?" Alex asked her brother.

"What kind of power would that be?" asked the stranger as he slowly walked towards them. "I never heard that kind of spell before, what are they?"

All of a sudden, flashing lights had shot up to the air and spread out. It floated in the sky and expanded. It turned into weird shape and size. Overtime, a colossal skull-like shape emerged with snake protruded out of its mouth.

"Justin, look!" Harper pulled the oldest Russo's sleeve and pointed at the sky.

"Dark Mark…" he stammered.

"Randy!" came an old man's voice.

They all turned to find an old man in long brownish coat and bowler hat, standing there with his wand rose up. "What happened?"

"Death Eaters, sir," Randy replied. "They swarmed the camp."

"How about them?" asked the old man, gesturing at Justin, Alex, Max and Harper. "Who are they?"

"We're stuck sir!" Justin spoke out. "We have no reason to be here!"

"What are you talking about boy?" the old man asked. "You're not making sense! Arrest them!"

"Sir! No! They didn't do anything!" Randy protested.

"Arrest them all! The old man ordered. Then, group of people came forth and hold the Russo and Harper. "Take them away!"

"Sir! No!" Randy protested again. He tried to push the people off Alex and the other, to no avail. He was too fatigued to do anymore work.

"Randy!" Alex shouted out. "Help us! We didn't do anything!"

They disappeared.