Chapter 2: Capture
I have silky black hair that is just above my shoulders, brown eyes, and light brown skin. I can not remember my name, but when I was with Remus Lupin I was often called Masquerade...for that was what I was called during the times of the Rebellion; which was a group of teenagers whom fought against the Snatchers.
At the moment, I was with Remus Lupin and Tonks; who'd allowed me to stay with them, along with my cousin who was called Rogue for her skills in knife throwing.
The only thing that identified me as myself was the necklace my mother had given me, a crescent moon with a red ruby hanging alongside it. It wasn't safe to be out in the Wizarding World, especially in the woods.
At the moment I was sitting on a rock looking at the lake. The name they disguised me with was, Christina.
"Stina, everything alright" asked Tonks sitting down beside me.
"Yes, Ms. Mildred" I said looking to her; Mildred was Tonks' disguised name.
"I know you aren't used to living out near a lake, but...everything will become better" said Tonks.
"It isn't safe out here...the snatchers-" "They're nothing to worry about" said Remus, interrupting me after coming outside.
"Nothing will happen to you, and I won't let anyone hurt you" said Remus.
"But...Marvin you don't understand" I said; Marvin being Remus' disguised name.
"What could possibly be wrong dear" asked Tonks.
"The necklace...what if they notice the necklace, they'll know who I am or what I am" I said.
"Give it me, I'll take care of it" said Remus.
I removed the necklace, and placed it inside of Remus' hand. At that moment some bushes began to rustle, as though someone had just ran by.
"Inside dears, now" said Remus taking out his wand.
I got up from the rock, and began to walk towards the log cabin house with Tonks. Once inside me and Tonks went to stay in me and Rogue's bedroom, Rogue was sitting inside and looking out the window. At the moment she has shiny yellowish blonde hair, and auburn eyes.
When my window began to fog, I moved to the window and brushed away the fog. Outside I could see the snatchers, moving around the border of the shield that rendered the cabin invisible. Remus sat on the rock still, his wand held tightly; pointing at one I recognized to be Fenrir Greyback. When my eyes went to the one who looked as though he were the leader, he looked to me.
He was tall, and impressive looking. I was sure that had to be Scabior, any muggle who'd survived and returned to where they lived they'd speak of the leader that would speak to them. He was described as impressive looking, and to others they thought he was breathtaking. To me, I believed he was just another blood thirsty werewolf...that I would never want anything to do with...ever.
I'd been tracing the bottom of the windowsill, and hadn't noticed that Remus was on the ground. Then I jumped away from the window, never having seen the man standing right in front of it. I'd fallen to the floor, as my window smashed into pieces. Scabior stood towering over me, outside of my now open bedroom door I could hear screaming.
Then I looked back at Scabior, who smiled at me.
"Ello beautiful" said Scabior.
I gasped as he picked me up, and placed me against the wall; leveling my body with his.. As he pushed me against the wall, I noticed my necklace around his neck.
"This yours" asked Scabior, picking up the crescent and smelling it.
"I take it, that's a yes" said Scabior lowly.
He was slightly taller then me, causing my feet to be unable to touch the ground.
"Stina" she heard a voice yell, it was Tonks; apparently she must've been shot out of the room by the explosion, while Rogue was hiding herself in a corner.
I looked out the doorway, and Scabior held me there. However his eyes followed mine out the door of the room.
"Someone grab the other little girl, we're taking them two back" said Scabior.
I began to glance around the room searching for my wand, but found nothing. Though I could feel Scabior's wand inside of his cloak, but how would I retrieve it? An idea came to my mind, and when Scabior was concentrating out the door I made a grab for his wand and was very successful.
"Thundis" I spoke.
Scabior cringed, and fell to the ground. I then made a run for it, dropping his wand and hurrying into the arms of Rogue; which I then ran with her out of the room through the hole Scabior had made.
"Rogue hurry" I said.
"I'm moving as fast as I can" said Rogue running beside me.
We were two purebloods, so we didn't have much to fear; but we didn't exactly want to take any chances, so we continued to run.
"GET THEM" they heard a voice from behind them; it was Scabior's voice.
They continued to run, until a they were grabbed by a huge werewolf.
"Rogue" I said, as Fenrir Greyback pulled me away from Rogue.
"What do you know? They're purebloods Scabior" said Fenrir looking to Rogue's necklace, which was the same as mine except her jewel was blue.
"Let us go" said Rogue.
"I don't know if we can do that" said Scabior walking in front of where Rogue who was being pulled back by a unrecognizable werewolf.
"Then at least let her go" said Rogue.
Scabior turned around, and looked at me. Rogue had always worried about me; since I was the younger one.
"I'm afraid I can't do that" said Scabior.
Rogue did a wink at me, and I suddenly understood she had a plan. Immediately, Rogue kicked the man behind her and I did the same. Which then I made a quick move to run, and then bolted.
"Damn" said Scabior.
Spells being thrown from behind, and yet I continued to run. As another spell came at me, going directly behind I fell into a hole. My white tank top now had dirt on it, as well as my plain blue skinny jeans. I couldn't come to stand, and would have fainted if not for all the flashing lights of spells still going rapidly overhead. Rogue had been caught by Greyback only moments after we'd ran, I'd always been the faster runner.
I saw four snatchers hope right above me, but then there was Scabior. He smelled the air, and his eye color seemed to turn red for a moment. Scabior hopped down into the ditch, and smelled the air again. At the moment his back was to me, and as I tried to move a pain shot through my leg. A small squeak of pain came from me, and the Scabior turned looking towards me.
Scabior walked forward until he could see me, he did a small smile.
"There you are" said Scabior.
He bent down, and helped me stand up. Surprisingly, he was fairly gentle with me. I didn't look him in the eyes, instead I looked to the ground. He made a loud whistle calling my attention, and apparently the other snatchers as well.
"What exactly is your name" asked Scabior, his hand going to my face.
His thumb brushed my cheek, but I continued not to speak. Scabior's hand was gloved, but not fully. Unlike the werewolf he was believed to be, he didn't seem to have the hands of one. His hands were very human, and fairly rough.
"I know it isn't Christina" said Scabior.
"I don't remember" I said to him.
Scabior removed his hand from my face, and looked to the other snatchers.
"Hear that Greyback" said Scabior speaking directly to Fenrir.
"We take this one to the dark lord" said another replying instead of Greyback.
"I'm fairly aware of that Avery" said Fenrir.
"Avery" I said rather lowly, attempting to identify the man.
My suspicions were correct when I realized it was indeed Argo Avery, it was easy to tell the two Avery brothers apart. Argo looked rather rough looking, while Demetri looked sweet and kind.
"What did the girl say" questioned Fenrir looking to me.
"Nothing to worry about Greyback...from the position she's standing it seems highly obvious that she couldn't run if she wanted to" said Argo.
Fenrir glared at Argo, which in reply to Fenrir's glare Argo growled; Argo was holding Rogue, instead of Fenrir.
"Enough you two, we need to find a place to stay for the night" said Scabior.
"What do we do with the girls" said Argo looking to Rogue and then to Scabior.
"I'll carry this one, and Fenrir holds onto the other one" said Scabior, after looking me up and down.
Scabior grabbed my arms, and I did a very pathetic attempt at fighting him off. Which he then merely slung me over his shoulder, and signaled the other snatchers to follow.
"Does he always do this" I asked to Argo.
"If he's in a good mood" said Argo.
I noticed Rogue was being carried in Argo's arms, much like a groom carrying a bride.
"Interesting how two purebloods end up way out here staying with a werewolf and a half-blood" said Fenrir.
"He was a friend of my mother" I said.
"Watch that tone of yours gorgeous" said Scabior.
"If you haven't anywhere to stay, why just continuously wander about" I asked.
"We aren't exactly wandering" said Fenrir.
"Then where exactly are we going" I asked.
"Don't worry about it lovely" said Scabior.
"Does he give everyone a nickname" I asked, referring to Scabior.
"Yes, if he doesn't call Greyback well Greyback then it's ugly" said Argo.
"And if he doesn't call Avery, Avery then it's Grandma" said Fenrir giving a low chuckle after.
"Why grandma" I asked.
"My claws" said Argo waving his fingers in the air.
His fingernails were long, and sharpened at a point.
"Is there a nickname for him" I asked.
"Not one I can think of" said Argo.
"Quit your talking or I'll swat you" said Scabior.
I looked to Argo in question, Argo pointed to me then to his butt and then made a smacking sound with his hands. My eyes narrowed at Scabior.
"Don't get an attitude lovely, I'll swat you for that too" said Scabior.
From then on, the trip was basically silent. Eventually, we reached our destination. Which was in my own opinion, worse then a log cabin bedroom that has a leaking roof and smells of rotten fish; making it feel as though you're sleeping in the ocean.