When Holly left the office she didn't apparate back to her home but to the hallway outside the Great Hall. A sudden flashback of her first year rushed through her mind through to her last years as well, all the sights and smells. She came back to reality when she heard two chattering voices, two first years. One had black greasy hair, crooked nose and dark beady eyes. The other had vivid green eyes, lengthy red hair and a petit figure. They identified themselves as Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Holly had noticed what this first year boy was carrying 'Advanced Potions' and 'Defence against the Dark Arts' books that were old and tattered. Holly was suspicious but let them pass, but before they did the girl, asked her who she was and what she was doing here at Hogwarts until what appeared to be a woman in her early 20's with thin, pale golden blonde hair in a tight bun, with a slender face and a fair complexion, she gave a look to the two first years to be on their way. When the two pupils had gone from sight she asked Holly who she was and what she was doing; she simply told her that she was visiting Dumbledore.
Holly then decided to head out to the Forbidden Forest, she knew what was lying within the thick branches, the foggy musky air and the calls of unknown beasts. She took a step in and she could instantly feel the difference from the Hogwarts grounds to the Forest. She wanted to go to the place where she always used to sit when she wanted to get away from everything…. she couldn't find her way; it had been too long since she had visited the place. She stopped where she was and decided to apparate back home, but there was a sudden movement behind the bushes, she was now well and truly scared. She tried to apparate but she couldn't, she tried and tried but then gave up. With a panicked and terrified voice she spoke and asked who was there; but there was no response. There was another movement... she was too scared, so she made a run for it; she hadn't even reached a few meters before she was knocked down.
She had been unconscious for a while, where she woke up she did not know. All she knew is that she was lying in a bed with excruciating pain in her chest through to her stomach. The room was formally decorated; there were vintage ceramics on a shelf, the wallpaper was practically falling off and the room had a mossy dusk smell to it. Holly decided she had to get out there; she had no energy to apparate so she opened the door and tried to look for an exit. The hallway had a long carpet and paintings were hung from the walls. The house was very cold, there were cracks along the walls where the cold wintery air would seep through. It was like all the liveliness from this house had been sucked out.
There were people in the room two doors to the right of the bedroom where she was sleeping, she tried to not make a sound and tried to hear what they were saying… she couldn't make out anything. So she tiptoed down the stairs towards the door but she could hear slithering it was coming closer and closer, it was snake and it was extremely large. Holly, who was undoubtedly scared ran for the door and opened it, she stood there for a few seconds and saw a village; she ran towards it. She ran out of breathe a couple of minutes later, she was almost there when she heard a curse from about 100 meters behind her, she started to sprint and finally she saw the village that was Hogsmeade. Her face was stricken with worry and frightfulness, since Holly was awfully tired; considering the person who had kidnapped her- she thought that they'd never find her here. Cold, scared and alone she sat in the furthest corner away from the door and ordered tea. The place smelt of old urine, cigarette smoke and sweat.
When she had regained her energy she immediately left the cafe out of site so she could apparate back to her home. She walked along the wet, icy path to a small bushy area where she decided she would apparate but just as she was about to something cold and bony had grabbed her wrists she tried to see what it was and who it was but they were all covered up. She tried to apparate but the thing that had grabbed her wrist sent a sharp pain through her stomach once more and was then again knocked unconscious.
When she woke this time she was surrounded by darkness and only a small lightbulb shining above her head and her body. The room was cold and airy, she tried to sit up but the pain was more excruciating than ever before so she slumped back down onto the bed waiting for the pain to take over and put her out of her misery.
She was awoken by a hand that grasped her jaw wide opened; the same hand that grabbed her hand earlier. One hand was on her jaw the other held a thick silvery liquid. She knew all too well what this liquid was, she did not want to consume this knowing that she would have to lead a cursed life. The bottle now was on an angle the liquid was slowly coming down from the sides, she tried to force her jaw to close but it was too late a small drop of the silvery thick liquid was slithering down her throat. The thing she dreaded the most was now happening to her at this very moment. When she opened her eyes again the pain from her back to her stomach came to an end but there was a feeling of emptiness in her... she started to cry, to her a grown woman crying was absolutely ridiculous but here she was crying.
Tom or now Voldemort as he was now known was watching her from a distance something lingered in him, helplessness and guilt, she was his older sister after all but Holly did not know that. All she knew that she was put into an adoption home at a very young age, not even a month. Voldemort along with his unknown assistant observed her from a distance.
Holly's will power was very strong, she decided it would be a cunning idea, now that she had her energy would just to apparate. This time she was successful. Her natural instinct was to just lay in bed until she fell asleep. The morning after she got up and briefly wrote an owl to Dumbledore explaining the recent events. She sent it off and within five minutes later she got one back. The letter looked urgent, it was Dumbledore telling her to not use magic since she was being traced by Voldemort and his allies.
When Voldemort found out that Holly had escaped he was livid but then realised he could trace her with a fingertip. Holly got out of her apartment as fast as she could but packed a few things then left. As soon she walked out of the door to her apartment she could feel the Winter bitterness going through her back. She walked to the nearest town map to look for a hotel and a cafe, but she it wasn't too difficult walking there since she lived in the heart of England basically. She walked into a shabby hotel nothing too expensive but not too cheap either, the room was bland, it had a faded orangey brown walls and two big windows on one wall and the other window on the wall next to it. She was in the top floor and surprisingly it had a good view too.
The sunset soon arrived and the warmth of the rays warmed her face and skin. As she was sitting on the bed she reminisced about her early childhood memories but then winced at the thought of it. It was always her life long passion to find out who her real parents were she longed and ached not knowing sometimes. She spent most of her childhood and adolescent life alone, although she had friends they all left her eventually. Reading was what she loved and what she did to 'escape reality' besides reading she also loved studying. She was a shy and timid person but could be loud and bubbly, which was rare to see. She had always wondered why everyone she cared for had left her, was she not funny enough? nice enough? interesting enough? Time flew by, she decided it would be a good idea to sleep.
Voldemort had traced Holly's last use of magic which led him to her apartment. It was empty, as disappointed as he was he was actually quite content, it was a good place to start finding out more about his only biological sibling. This was an unusual thing for him to do, snooping around someone house. He wondered near a table where papers were lying around messily. But there was something else that caught his eye. It was a an old photograph of her mother and father holding Holly when she was just a newborn baby. Voldemort or Tom was now engaged in the photograph only then being brought back into reality when he heard a footsteps behind him.