When I Was Alone Chapter 2
Hiya! Got chapter 2 for you guys! Hope you liked it! I would like to give a special little thanks to TeddyLupin7 who is amazing and gave me a review which massively supported me and gave me a reason to give you a second chapter! :) I cannot explain how much it means to me when someone reviews... Or just the thought of real people reading my weirdy ideas written not very well is brilliant! Thank you so much people of the earth :D
P.S. In case you haven't worked oufeel the fact that I am on and from my probably really bad writing, I AM NOT JO ROWLING!( ewe eps desperately) no matter how much policy juice potion I take, I don't think I will ever be my Queen Jo...
"Shunpike," I mutter "Stan Shunpike..."
"Stan, eh?" growls the biggest ugly man standing on the right of the gravelly voiced even uglier man. He turns to look at the men either side of him, gravelly voiced first, then a smaller and as my eyes adjust I realise the smaller man is also extremely ugly,from what I can make out, anyway. He has a flat face and fat lips that are as flat as the rest of his face, making it appear like he ran straight into a door filled with punching telescopes a bit like on this muggle telly show Hermione showed me that she thought I might like... It was kind of funny but mostly really weird, I told her I really liked it anyway, I think that's the sort of thing girls like... It was called something like 'complete wipeout' or something and it involved a load of random muggles jumping around a giant obstacle course with loads of mud and water( A/N I know, or assume anyway! That total wipeout didn't exist in 1997, but lets just pretend! Does total wipeout exist in places apart from Britain? Not sure if all you guys know of it! It's basically just how 'Ron' explained it before :D ). It was nuts, in a kind of good way!
Shit... I have 2 huge and one rather small men in front of me, one of whom has taken my wand from me, all three of whom were not at all afraid to use any spell, forgivable or unforgivable, whilst I lie on the ground... This is a bloody bad situation and what am I doing? Yup, thinking about a bizarre muggle telly show that Hermione showed me. Hermione. Oh god. If... If they capture me, I will never see her again. I couldn't. I can't. I have to make it through this. I will do anything. I need to see her, I will go and talk to harry. Holy Shit. What in hells name was I thinking, running off like that? I want to see Hermione again and Harry, I love Harry too, not in that way, but he's been my best friend for six and a half years of my life and I left them because I was getting a little angry? What was up with me? I just need to see her again, both of them...
My thoughts are interrupted by the biggest bloke(A/N is bloke a British word for man :) )" ay, roger, wha' you finkin'? Shunpike, or not Shunpike?"
"Dunno. Don't the name sound like you' heard it b'fore? Look at the sheet you fuckin' moron" gravelly voice bloke says.
"U ain't gonna be goin' round talkin' to me like that. 'N I'm shit at readin'... Don't fink I read well enough to look... Ay, bet shorty reads. You read yeah?"
Shorty nods his head slightly, I would have almost felt sorry for him if he wasn't trying to effing capture me... I can see his finger running down the list.
PleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePlease, I whisper to myself. The name can't be on there. That list could change my life... Well, end my life, more accurately... I can feel the fear cascading through my body, the shivers flowing in waves, everywhere possible covered in goosebumps. I'm so terrified I want to throw up. This is the first time I have been captured alone, with know one sure of my whereabouts, no one there to have my back. This is luck. And this luck means life or death. I must believe. I will always hope for the best. If I am freed by tomorrow morning I will start my journey to return, to rediscover our, their camping spot.
"Nope, nufin," says the shorter guy.
"But, nah, that can't be right, I've heard the name before some're b'fore..." the ugliest guy says.
"I'm not an idiot, when I say he ain't on the list, I mean he ain't on the list," the shorter guy retorts back... He had certainly gained confidence in the previous five minutes!
"I know him, so stop talking to me like I have not a clue in hell who 'e is" the gravely voiced one says.
"Just fuck off, cooper, roger. Stop being such dicks to me... Bet 'chya don't know 'o this bloke is anyway!" Shorty replies, sounding proper angry, clearly he is not only short in temper, but height too!
And then the fight breaks out. They run at each other, Cooper and Shorty, yelling some of the rudest words I have ever head in my life and some so bad I have not even heard before... I don't feel it necessary to repeat what they are saying, so I won't. Then Cooper throws a punch( a downward punch, to be precise, Shorty was very short!), a proper, powerful nasty, IReallyWantToHurtYou kind of punch. Not surprisingly, Shorty returns a similar punch, that is the final straw for them. Try are off. Punching and kicking and hitting and swearing and even biting. Roger stands there, looking completely nonplused.
I suddenly realise this is my chance to go for it, to run, to find the others and let things return to normality... Well as normal as things were, camping in a bloody tent for months, looking go parts of an evil person soul which had been stuck in random objects... At least I would be with some of the people I loved. Wherever people I love are, moving, stationary, a building, it could be somewhere that we don't all live in, it could be a tent, but where the people I love are... That is home. I want to go home. I want to go home now. I could go back to my other home, the place I spent the first 17 years( I was at school for a portion of it though...) of my life living in that place... The Burrow. I cast my mind back home( I have two homes, I suppose... One of them has changed from Hogwarts to a tent though...) and think of Ginny, off at Hogwarts, Fred and George, running the joke shop. But are they? Oh God. They might have been captured, tortured, even... Killed, why did they put up those signs about you know poo last year? Oh Jesus Christ. What is dad doing, now the ministry has been taken over, running what is essentially the muggle health and safety department? I highly doubt it, under this new regime... Bill, at she'll cottage, with Fleur, I can't believe his wolffish tendencies helped him very much. Was Charlie still in Romania? Had someone discovered him and taken him back to this hellish British world? And Percy... Probably still being his bastardly self. I'm not even sure I love him any more; he did something which no one should ever to do their family. I don't think I can ever forgive him, but, if, if I die, here, tonight, tortured, or just hit by the killing curse I will die. I will have died, not acing seen my very own brother properly for about two years and the last thing I did with him is fight... That hurts my heart, if that hurts me. I guess I love him... So still casting my mind back I realise mum will be the only one home, constantly alone, tired and concerned for her children. I need to escape, people shouldn't be able to do this to us. I have to escape.
With that thought in mind, I bound up, grab my and Rogers wand. He turns, confused, I run, confused, not sure of how or where I am going. I run into through the woods, as fast as possible, wanting my mind to work out what to do next. I don't think it does. I dot know what to do, I really don't...Apparate! I'm such an idiot! How could I forget? To Apparate I seriously need to concentrate though, because I am so crap at it. I stop. They must be chasing after me by now I can visualise them, stumbling, unbalanced through the woods, trying to attack me. This has screwed up my whole life, this you know who shit. He has killed hundreds, destroyed hundreds of thousands of lives, yet no one can kill him.
So there I stand, incased in the darkness and cold. I have to apparate now. Right now. I will go and find Harry and Hermione, go back to where we were before. But... Oh My Shit. How could I be so fucking stupid? I cant remember here we were... Maybe i never knew but, oh. Shitshitshitshit. Agh my God. What do I do now? I guess I Apparate. And I do Apparate, to the first place I can think of...
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