Beauty is only skin deep, ugly goes to the bone
Chapter 49: When things go down hill
Dear Bridgit,
I know Echo has been telling me that you are in a bad mood and it is not wise for me to contact you but I decided that I must. This "bad mood" of yours has been going on long enough and if it is still going on I feel like it's time you tell us, or me, what it is about. What caused it and why has it been going on this long? I know, I'm not one to talk about sharing personal stuff but you got to trust me on this. I mean, since I know what it feels like to keep things hidden I know it's best to share it with people close to you. Sure, I'm being a hypocrite but please tell me why you are in this so called "bad mood".
And don't use the excuse that it is "that time of month" because that what Fred had said and I doubt that it would last that long. It's been about two weeks into summer and soon I will be leaving Echo summer house. Yep, I thought you would be here as well but turns out you aren't so… yeah…
Well, I got my point through in this letter. I just wanted you to know that I want to help you with your little "bad mood" Now; all I want to do is fill you up on how the summer has been going on so far. That's what friends write to other friends… right? That's what Fred and George told me… then again… I haven't really written them anything even though I said I would… did I actually say I would? I can't remember… Anyhow, I'll just tell you how life's been here in the Bermuda Triangle.
I've heard Muggle stories about disappearances around these parts and well… they worried me but apparently they were just repelled by the spells Echo's family placed so that they would not be found out. What happened to the muggles after they encountered the spell… I don't know… Echo won't tell me.
Going to a different topic so I won't get freaked out trying to figure out what did happen to them, Are you going to go to the Quidditch World Cup? Echo, Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys and I are. I was just thinking since you like Quidditch and all you would be there. Please tell me you would, I would need someone to explain it to me and maybe not be too wrapped up in the game.
Oh… I think Echo's looking for me now… I'll mail you again!
Oh, and don't be too frightened (thought I doubt you would) by Eos my first and probably only owl!
Guess who gave her? Really, you would not believe it J
Hope to see you in the Quidditch World Cup,
Zoey.
Zoey placed down her quill and re-read the letter. When she was satisfied with what she wrote she folded the parchment and placed it in an envelope and sealed it with a lick. She made a face when she tasted the paper and wrote Bridgit's name and address at the back of the envelope. She even made a small sketch of a flower as a design before giving the envelope to Eos. The bird gratefully took it for it was excited for another delivery. So far it had only made a total of five mail deliveries and each one she enjoyed. She couldn't wait to make another one.
She, Zoey, then took Eos to the window and opened it wide open. She breathed in a strange and familiar scent of the outside and let Eos take flight. She watched as her black and white owl flew high and glided past the leaves that blew by. Zoey continued to watch until Eos was out of sight; she then closed the window and retied her hair into a sloppy bun. She then approached the desk and took a book that was just lazily perched on it. Though there were many things to do in the Bermuda Triangle Beaumont Summer House Zoey still found it refreshing to read a book by the fireplace. It just felt right.
Zoey opened the door and left her room. The summer house was extraordinarily big and Zoey could still picture what it looked like from both the inside and the outside. It was just one of those places where you can't seem to forget what it looks like and it just seems like there's still more to it. The Beaumont Summer House was filled with fun and scary mysteries to it.
The house was of ornate style and was painted with the colors of white and ebony brown. The balcony that was just above the porch where the door was located had some wrought iron railing and was just beside a bay window. There were several windows which had a serious amount of trimmings and as they got in the place seemed like a picture from one of those rococo books, for everything seemed to be of value even if they weren't. The foyer, although small, was enough to picture a snooty pureblood standing in the dead smack center of it.
There were two archways, one directly ahead, leading to a wall of bookshelves that consisted of the upper half and the dining area that dominated the lower half. The archway to the right hand side led to what seemed to be a sitting room. It only seemed to lead to the sitting room.
Zoey stopped her daydreaming when she reached the most dreaded hall in the entire house. Sadly for her, there was more than one of it. This particular hall seemed to be in every hall of the magnificent place. This hall seemed to go on forever and its walls was not decorated with portraits of the current and past family members. No, this hall contained doors. Not just any doors. No, these doors did not lead to bedrooms or bathrooms. These doors led to places you could never imagine. Each door looked the same as the other and was only separated from its neighbor by what seemed to be only five inches. When you opened any door you would be greeted by what seemed to be a starry night sky and you would only know what was truly beyond the door if you stepped through it. Sometimes it did lead you to a bedroom but other times it just led you to a place that really boggled your mind.
"This place needs a map," Zoey muttered to herself.
"Zoey! I'm going to get chocolate nougat! Wanna come with? You'll know the ways of the house!" Echo's voice shouted in a far distance, but nonetheless, Zoey could hear her crystal clear.
"I guess," Zoey said in a loud voice hoping that Echo could hear her just as clear as she heard Echo, "Where are you?"
"In front of a door!" Echo shouted like she had the first time
Zoey raised an eyebrow though Echo would not be able to see it. She looked down the hallway which seemed to end in a black shadow but Zoey knew it went further. "What – Which door?"
"The brown one!" Echo shouted.
"Which brown – oh never mind! I'll find you myself!" Zoey furrowed her eyebrows, "Describe the room you're staying in! Is it a kitchen, the dining room… what?"
"In my bedroom!"
Zoey pinched the bridge of her nose. "Like that clears up anything," Zoey muttered to herself. She has never once been in Echo's room. They were always either in her room or camping out at a random room that looked like it could keep the entire Hogwarts in it and still have room for two Forbidden Forests. She readjusted the book in her hand and went down the hall. Zoey stayed on the left side of the hall and began to count the doors she passed.
"One… two…," she mumbled to herself and continued to do so until she reached the twelfth door. She placed her hand on the door knob and gave a sigh. Might as well. She turned the knob and opened the door to be greeted by the velvet sky decorated with sparking starts. Zoey took one foot forward and fell into the room.
Her eyes were closed and she could feel her body twisting and turning as she was being brought to a random room she wished was Echo's. Zoey felt herself nearing the destination and began to hear sounds. The sounds were not of clinking utensils or chirping birds like the many sounds she heard before, no, these sounds were of moaning, groaning and banging on the wall. She felt her feet meet the ground and she wobbled a bit before opening her eyes. She was in a room she's never been in before, what else is new?
The room's walls were white but were sprayed upon by what seemed to be a lot of muggle spray paint. The walls had some small dents in them like someone was roughly banged against it and the tables and desks looked like they were pushed out of line and the objects that lay on them were either toppled over or fell to the ground. Zoey wondered what happened in the room. The sounds of moaning, groaning and banging grew louder and Zoey noted there was an odd smell to the room. She covered her nose and went further into the room.
When Zoey reached to what seemed to be the heart of the room she stopped walking and her eyes widened in shock. There was a four-poster bed that seemed to be the one making the banging sounds for it moved and the wall behind it had some cracks on it. The footboard showed etchings like those of a prisoner etching the lines symbolizing the amount of days he had spent in jail. Only, the lines seemed to have a different meaning to Zoey for on the bed atop the messy sheets was no prisoner. No, it almost seemed to be much worse.
The scene that Zoey had seen was to traumatizing for her to even describe. There was a man and a woman on the bed, both sweat and unclothed. Zoey could not do more description for the two had caught sight of her presence and angrily told her to get out. Zoey did not need to be told twice. She awkwardly said an apology before dashing out of the room and slamming the door shut. She was once again welcomed by the night sky before reappearing in the hallway. She took in deep breaths and fell to the floor. Her cheeks were warm and her eyes were wide. She felt like she would be mentally scarred forever.
"You missed the train ride to the Kitchen," Echo spoke as she was eating a pastille on one hand and holding a box of chocolate nougat on the other.
Zoey shakily looked up at her. "I thought you were in your bedroom," she managed to say but immediately went silent when the image went back in her head. "I want to boil my eyes out," she muttered.
"And why would you do such a stupid thing?" Echo arched an eyebrow.
"You would too if you saw what I saw," Zoey shook her head as she jabbed her thumb towards the door behind her.
Echo dramatically swallowed her pastille and dropped the box to the floor. "Aunt Kassandra?" Echo breathed out and suddenly said in an angered tone, "SHE'S HERE!"
"Aunt who?" Zoey said as she slowly got back to her feet with the box in her hand. She vaguely remembered her Aunt Damiana. She had been laying low for some time. Zoey felt like she was finally free from her but a knowing voice at the back of her head told her she would never be free from such a person. She would always be trapped, forever to be with Damiana. To endure the abuse for who knows how long she would be able to take it. Zoey shook the thought away. She did not want to think about it. Her time was running out.
Zoey noted that Echo was not going to say anything anytime soon. "So who is this 'Aunt Kassandra' – I mean… why does she – err –" Zoey blushed. She could not say the word.
"She shags a lot of men," Echo simply stated, though anger was evident on her voice.
"Why –" but Zoey could not get her words out for the door behind her opened revealing Aunt Kassandra and the latest 'shagged' man. Zoey gulped and took a good look at Kassandra.
Without a doubt Kassandra was a Veela and not a half on like Echo, no, she was a pure Veela. Her eyes were a beautiful blue and her hair was a long wavy blonde that was slightly messed up from her latest 'activity', her body was tall, slim and tan. All in all she was beautiful. She smiled at Echo and Zoey as she held the hand of the man beside her. The man, who was not introduced, had a stocky build and his hair was of the color brown. It was too, messy. He looked at Kassandra with a mesmerized look on his green eyes, like he could see nothing else but her. He was hypnotized.
"Why on the Triangle's Bermuda would you be here for? I thought you and the rest are somewhere farther off, shagging men, clinging to their arms –"
"Belt up, will you, Acheflour?" Kassandra only sighed, holding hands with her latest victim.
"Do not, on this green earth, will you dare call me that name," Echo seethed.
"We just wanted to apologize!" Kassandra looked sincere, " 'T was your friend who came in unexpectedly" She eyes Zoey.
"'We'?" Echo scoffed.
Zoey blushed. "Lighten up, Echo," she said in a timid voice as she pushed up her glasses, "I did interrupt their… moment"
Echo breathed in and out for what seemed like an hour before she spoke, "They didn't tell you?" Sorrow was crystal clear in her golden eyes.
"Who's 'they'? Tell me what?" Kassandra suddenly took notice to her niece's attitude. It was almost rare to see Echo in a state of heart-breaking sorrow.
"Mum and dad. I – I told them – wrote them to tell the family," she looked downward, "I guess they really do know that I'm just a waste in their lives"
Zoey's eyebrows knitted in worry. She had no idea what Echo was talking about but it seemed, it was, really bothering her. She looked to Kassandra. "You never received a message from Echo's parents?"
"Nope," Kassandra began to worry, "What is it about anyway?"
"I got O's on my OWLs. In the highest possibility. Told mum and dad to inform the whole family…," Echo coughed, "They really don't care about me anymore" She heaved a pained sigh.
Zoey scrunched up her face. They haven't even received their OWL results yet. "Maybe they didn't receive the letter yet," she offered.
"Doubt it. Iolanthe is a clever owl," Echo simply stated, though her eyes still had a glint of melancholy.
When no one said anything else, Echo gave a dry laugh and spat, "Forget it". She then eyed Zoey and told her in a tone of voice that Zoey had never heard her use, "You. Pack up. I'm taking you home"
Zoey did not expect this. Sure, there was still a few more days till the two weeks were up but she did not expect Echo to react in such a way. She did not know what to do. She almost always swerved herself out of conditions like this but it seemed that this time she was not in charge of her own will. Zoey's feet took off to her room, the guestroom, and flung herself in it and did as Echo told her: Pack up.
After moments of fumbling and throwing stuff inside her trunk, Zoey forcibly clasped it close. She was just about to leave the room but remembered Eos. She went to the window and almost as if her owl heard her thought, Eos was flying back to the window. Zoey wordlessly opened the window and let Eos land on her arm. The owl looked around the room with curiosity before looking back at its owner.
"We're leaving earlier than expected," Zoey said in a quiet tone and took the letter from Eos and stuffed it in her pocket before placing Eos in her cage. Zoey then took a firm grip on Eos cage and her trunk before leaving the room and miraculously finding her way to the third floor landing. Echo was standing their silently and took her wrist and led her under the different archways. Kassandra and her man were long gone back into the room to do their business.
Echo led Zoey through numerous stairs and doors before they were finally outside the large house. She, Echo, immediately stomped off the porch and out to the sands of the shore. Zoey struggled to keep up with her heavy luggage and fretting owl. They both rounded the house until they found a badly burnt Christmas tree. Echo kept a straight face when she positioned herself nearer to the tree. Zoey imitated her actions, not wanting to question Echo in moments like these.
"On three," was the first thing Echo said in such a long term of silence, "One…two… three"
Both Zoey and Echo took hold of the tree and were on their way.
No more than two seconds they found themselves in Echo's house. It was nearly as messy as Zoey's. Heck, there was even some blood splatters on the floor. Zoey kept quiet at the sight and wondered what had happened. She looked back at Eos and made sure she was alright before she headed to the fireplace. Zoey took a handful of the Floo Powder Echo was offering and gave her one last look before exclaiming.
"Emeraude Home: Lucy Alena!"
And she disappeared into the flames.
Weeks passed since Zoey left from the Bermuda Triangle and she had not heard from Echo since. That fact was worrisome and it was just half of what was going on through Zoey's mind, the little chaos Zoey felt within when she thought about her friends. The other half, the other known contributor to Zoey's inner chaotic-worrisome mind, was Bridgit. In Zoey's hand was Bridgit's reply to her letter and Zoey squeezed it. Her heart was beating against her chest and she thought about what the letter had said. It wasn't long and it looked like Bridgit had a hard time writing it. There were several erasures and ink blots but in the end Bridgit was able to get her message through. Zoey was going to have a talk with her before school started. Whether it would be during the Quidditch World Cup or on the train ride to Hogwarts, Zoey did not know, all she knew was that she had to talk to Bridgit if she wanted to know what was going on and, also, Echo, Fred and George were not to know about Zoey's meeting with Bridgit.
Zoey sighed and placed her head in her hands. She was patiently seated in front of the fireplace with her suitcase as a chair. Eos was perched on the table beside the fireplace with her head tucked under her wing, she was asleep. Zoey wished she could sleep too. She wanted to rest her bounding head but she knew she could not for the Weasleys could pop out of the fireplace at anytime. After all, they were going to bring her to the Quidditch World Cup. Zoey did not know why they did not just let her go to their house on her own. It would have saved a lot of time but, no, they wanted to see what her house looked like. She warned them it wasn't a sight to see but they, the twins, were stubborn and insisted.
Zoey's head shot up and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. There was a giggle. It sounded almost child-like yet it had some sort of elegance to it. She swiftly turned around to see the window in the living room wall open with a girl standing on the opposite side. Zoey bit her lip and stood up from her suitcase, taking a step back. The girl giggled again and smiled at Zoey. The girl looked to be just the same age as her but had this mature air to her. She had long wavy blonde hair that fell over her shoulders since she was leaning forward. Her eyes were a sparkling blue and she had long, dark eyelashes that seemed to have their own curl to them. Her complexion was light and her cheeks were rosy while her lips were full and red. Her face was hear-shaped and she was slim with all the right curves. She was rather tall and her legs were very long. Zoey knew this because the girl expertly climbed through the window and stood in front of her. She gave another giggle.
Zoey's head shot up and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. There was a giggle. It sounded almost child-like yet it had some sort of elegance to it. She swiftly turned around to see the window in the living room wall open with a girl standing on the opposite side. Zoey bit her lip and stood up from her suitcase, taking a step back. The girl giggled again and smiled at Zoey. The girl looked to be just the same age as her but had this mature air to her. She had long wavy blonde hair that fell over her shoulders since she was leaning forward. Her eyes were a sparkling blue and she had long, dark eyelashes that seemed to have their own curl to them. Her complexion was light and her cheeks were rosy while her lips were full and red. Her face was heart-shaped and she was slim with all the right curves. She was rather tall and her legs were very long. Zoey knew this because the girl expertly climbed through the window and stood in front of her. She gave another giggle.
"Hello there," the girl spoke with smile. Zoey could see her pearly whites and noted that it was natural and she did not need those things muggles use on their teeth. Her voice was also very soothing. Like music.
Zoey did not say anything. This girl was a stranger. She has never seen her before and she did not know if she would do any harm. Zoey looked at the girl with suspicion and fright. The girl was absolutely beautiful, but did not seem to have the qualities of a Veela. No, this girl, though beautiful, did not have that hypnotizing beauty the Veela's had. The girl could be an Emeraude. Yes, why else would she be here in the Emeraude Suburb? She could be a relative as well. After all, the Emeraudes had many. So many that it seemed like they were related to everyone in the Wizarding world. Yes, this girl could be one. She was beautiful. The kind of beauty the Emeraudes held. Zoey mentally shook her head and looked away from the girl. This girl was the absolute proof that someone could reach perfection. She seemed to be the younger version of someone dreadful in Zoey's life.
"Excuse me?" the girl's voice brought Zoey back to the real world, "But aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
The girl was cute when her smile turned into a confused look. Almost like a puppy. She was very adorable and innocent looking; perfect look of an Emeraude. Zoey still remained silent.
The girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then spoke. "I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself first. Oh! And I just intruded into your home, I'm so sorry that was rude of me!" the girl blushed and bit her lip. The cute and beautiful mixture of her face just suited her. She looked like a porcelain doll.
"My name is Mary Sue Smith," the girl introduced herself and held out her hand.
Zoey merely looked down at her hand. Her nails were of a reasonable length, unlike Zoey's rather short fingernails, and were painted in what looked like French tips. Her fingers were long and she wore a gold band with a diamond decorating it on her left middle finger. Zoey still did not shake her hand.
Mary Sue dropped her hand to her side. "That's a pretty necklace," she said as she looked at the area above Zoey's chest. Zoey immediately brought her hand to hold the pendant away from sight. Mary Sue pouted her lips. "I was just admiring it," she said in a tone which a child would use if she were scolded.
Zoey continued to remain silent and felt a painful feeling in her chest. She began to feel jealousy. She did not know why she was feeling such a thing and at this time too. She did not even know why she was jealous. Mary Sue had all the qualities Zoey hated. Number one quality: Perfection. Zoey squinted her eyes and averted them away from Mary Sue. She felt like if she continued to look at perfection in human form she might break her. She did not want to harm Mary Sue. She, Zoey, would get in trouble.
Suddenly, there was a call in the distance. Mary Sue looked back at the window and back at Zoey. She gave her an apologetic look. "I best be off now," she said and climbed back out of the window, "I'll see you around?"
Zoey remained silent.
"Okay then… bye!" Mary Sue smiled her perfect smile and left. Zoey could see her hair flying behind her like a silvery cape.
When Mary Sue was finally out of sight, Zoey felt like she could breathe again. She rubbed her eyes and kept her glasses on top of her head keeping a good chunk of her bangs away from her eyes. Zoey walked towards Eos and saw that the owl was awake and was quietly observing her. Eos tilted her head to the side and her wide eyes seemed to look into Zoey's soul. It seemed that Eos knew that Zoey was feeling uncomfortable. The way Eos looked at her seemed to be her way of asking. "What's wrong?"
"A complete stranger came into my house," Zoey spoke for the first time that day, "Her name was Mary Sue… she was absolutely beautiful. She seemed like the type to stand out in a good way… like a celebrity. She seemed like she could do no wrong. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Eos began to hoot repeatedly and flapped her wings. Zoey raised an eyebrow at her owls behavior and looked down at her hand. It was in a fist. She slowly opened her hand, her palm facing upwards, and her eyes widened. She had not realized how much pressure and strength she was putting and her hand was slightly bleeding. She looked at her finger tips and saw that there were small traces of blood in them. Zoey slowly placed her hand down.
"Things could only get worse," she whispered. Eos began to squawk with fright.
"It sure has"
Zoey gasped and swiftly stood up and turned around. At the sight, she felt her entire body freeze. She felt a cold sweat form at her brow and she could here Eos panicked sounds and flapping wings. In front of Zoey was a woman she wished she wouldn't be seeing right now. Damiana.
Damiana wore a tight fitting outfit under her robes. Her hair was twirled in to a bun and her makeup had glitter in it. Her eyes seemed almost cat like and she glared at Zoey. In her hand was her wand.
"Miss me?" Damiana asked with an evil grin and opened her arms as if she were expecting a hug. Zoey stayed where she was and did not say anything. She was just as silent as she was when Mary Sue had "visited" not more than five minutes ago. Damiana, expecting no hug and Zoey's feared silence, began to walk towards her. She did not look around the house for she knew it was still in the same ungodly mess as it was not too long ago. Her glare became fiercer when she caught sight of Eos.
"And what is that?" Damiana asked with pure disgust tainting each and every word she said.
"A – an owl," Zoey stuttered out and was pushed to the ground by Damiana's slap. Zoey placed a hand on her stinging cheeks and felt blood. Damiana's nails were far too long and far too sharp.
"I'm not stupid," Damiana seethed, "I know it's an owl"
Zoey placed her hand down and let her cheek bleed, "You asked," she said.
"I meant to ask was 'how did it come here'? And don't you dare say it 'flew' here," Damiana glared and sent offending sparks out of her wand.
"S – She was g – given to me," Zoey struggled with her words for her attention was focused on Damiana's wand. She was afraid of the pain it would cause her. It had already given her so much damaged both mentally and physically, what more harm could it do? A lot.
Damiana raised her eyebrow. She was drop dead gorgeous. Even in her scariest of expressions and at her times of pure evil she looked beautiful. She was attractive to everyone who saw her, everyone except Zoey. The only thing Zoey could see was the ugly face of the devil when she saw Damiana. Zoey felt herself being roughly brought back to her feat with a flick of Damiana's wand.
"I hear your father is still on the run," Damiana said casually as she twirled her hair around her finger, "Have you heard from him recently?"
Zoey gasped and felt an invisible bind wrap around her. She felt like a snake was coiling around her, suffocating her. "W – Why would I?" Zoey's voice was strained. She couldn't breathe.
"Oh, I don't know… you are his daughter. I just thought…," Damiana trailed off. She looked at Zoey's chest with wide eyes. On her chest was a necklace. The chain was of shimmering silver while the pendant was of a crystal pink heart. The heart was small, just about bigger than a thumb's nail but it was very clear in Damiana's eyes. Inside the heart looked like small wisps of smoke, decorated with glitter. It moved innocently inside the heart but that's not what Damiana cared about. She did not care about the smoke or what the heart was made of. She cared about who owned the necklace.
"That necklace," Damiana spoke, "Where'd you get that?"
Zoey made an unintelligible sound. She could not think, breath, speak. She began to see stars and she felt her face turning blue. Damiana glared at the suffocating girl and released the spell. Before Zoey could even catch her breath after being released Damiana grabbed hold of her neck and shoved her against the wall. Zoey yelled in pain.
"Now, where did you get this pretty necklace?" Damiana asked as she used her other hand to hold the pendant. She wrapped her fingers around it and felt warmth from it. This did not surprise her; after all that's what it did before.
"I – It was given to me," Zoey tried to fight her way out of Damiana's iron grip but Damiana only held onto her stronger. She pulled out her wand and casted another spell at Zoey. She then removed her hold and Zoey found herself five inches above the ground being held against the wall with an invisible grip around her neck. Zoey's hand shot up towards the invisible grip trying, and failing, to pry it off of her.
"Lies," Damiana said with loathing as she grabbed onto the pendant and violently tugged it causing the chain to break and the necklace to fall into her hands. Zoey screamed from the pain and felt the back of her neck sting.
"This wasn't given to you," Damiana showed the pendant to Zoey, she ignored Zoey's pained scream, "You found this"
"So what if I did?" Zoey winced as she spoke.
Zoey's eyes widened. How did she know? Zoey had taken it from her mother's jewelry box, the box within her mother's box. The box Zoey's been hiding from her Aunt for all these years. "I – it's not," Zoey lied and even she didn't believe herself.
Damiana waved her wand at Zoey and Zoey felt her skull being pierced by thousands of white hot knives. She let out a scream.
"Stop lying to me," Damiana lifted the curse and left Zoey in pants and tears, "I know that this necklace was your mothers," she paused and glared at Zoey, "That father of yours gave it to her"
"I - I didn't know," Zoey gasped from the pain.
"Of course you didn't. You got this from her jewelry box," Damiana paused again, "You have it. The box. You have it. Give it"
Zoey struggled with the invisible grip. It seemed to have gotten tighter.
"Tell me where it is," Damiana threw the necklace at Zoey and it hit her on the forehead before dropping to the floor. It remained in one piece. "I don't give a rats arse on the stupid necklace. It was from your father. What I want are your mother's things inside that box, things that weren't given to her by that filthy criminal."
"I – I'll never tell you," Zoey glared.
Damiana glared back and lifted her wand and pointed it at Zoey. "Crucio," she said and Zoey once again felt the thousands of knives stabbing her skull. She screwed her eyes shut and began to scream at the top of her lungs. She had experienced the spell before but she never had it twice in one day, especially with the gap for her resting so short.
Zoey was blinded and deafened with pain that she did not realize that several red headed people had emerged from her fireplace. These red heads were none other than the Weasleys. Each Weasley left the fireplace with an excited face only to have their smiles turn into looks of surprise at the sight of the house. They were shocked at its destroyed state. Their shock turned into anger when they caught sight of Zoey and Damiana. They looked back in forth from the screaming Zoey towards Damiana who was holding the wand at the girl. Each Weasley, though some underage, brought out their wands and pointed it at Damiana.
"I would advise you to let her go," Mr. Weasley said with a serious face and a hard glare. His sons' glares matched his own.
Damiana, though knowing that these were just a bunch of blood traitors, lowered her wand and lifted the curse and spell that she had inflicted on Zoey. Zoey's screaming ceased and she fell to the floor the same way a puppet would when its strings were cut. Zoey did not move. She looked dead though the small rise and fall her body made with each pained breath told them otherwise.
"Bill, check on Zoey," Mr. Weasley said to his oldest son. Bill was just about to approach the fallen girl but was stopped by another Weasley.
"Fred –" Bill began but stopped at the look his younger brother gave him. Fred said nothing and just approached the fallen girl and laid her down on the floor. His twin followed him and picked up the broken necklace. Bill was shocked at the twins' serious nature, though this time was hardly a time to be a joker, and then turned his attention to Damiana and held his wand towards her.
"We'll be taking you to the Ministry of Magic," Mr. Weasley spoke with authority, "Using the Cruciatus Curse on an innocent child. You'll be sent to Azkaban for life!"
Damiana gave a cackle. "And do you actually think I'll listen to a blood traitor like yourself?" she sneered, "Don't make me laugh. You're a joke, Weasley"
Mr. Weasley's face grew red. From embarrassment or anger no one could tell. The only thing everyone knew and could feel the same way to was the fact that they hated Damiana.
"Charlie," Mr. Weasley said to the second eldest. Charlie nodded his head and waved his wand prepared to send a Body-Binding Curse towards Damiana. Damiana, however, saw this coming and quickly dodged it. She then sent a curse towards Charlie. Charlie deflected it and Bill and Mr. Weasley sent curses and jinxes her way. Damiana avoided each and everyone and even the surprise attack coming from Percy. When Damiana figured she could not fight all of them she quickly disappeared, at the same time avoiding a Body-Binding Curse sent her way.
"This isn't the last you'll see of me," her voice echoed through the house.
AND CHAPTER DONE!
My gush! This is the LONGEST chapter I've written so far (including the Author's note)! I wonder if I'll ever be able to beat this! It's so long!
I hope this makes up for the days I've been absent.
I thought I would have the summer free but turns out I find myself being out of the house more than once D:
Anyway, A reviewer gave me the idea of the Weasleys seeing Damiana but sadly I can't remember who reviewer D:
Whoever you are dear reviewer I thank you! Without you the last part of the chapter would not exist!
If you, reviewer who suggested the idea all those weeks/months ago, are reading this and know it is you please tell me and I will credit you in the next chapter :)
I would like the thank HayleyParadox for helping me out.
I would also like the thank everyone who reviewed and the like! I love you all!
Anyway, hopefully I would be able to update more regularly like I have before. D: I really do love typing this story and I will never abandon it. Heck, I already have plans for the sequel which won't be appearing on till I'm done with Crossroads!
So... Hmm... I felt like I had more to say but now it seems like I'm rather speechless...
Oh! Please be alerted that this coming May I will be gone for a few days because I'll be going to Singapore!
So, hopefully I would be able to update a great load of chapters before then :)
The quote that was above the chapter (garsh I miss putting quotes D: )is a quote I had on my body bag when I was in the fifth grade. I don't know who said it but just to tell you I DID NOT make that quote. Someone else did obviously.
Sorry also about the first half of this chapter... it's rather... "green" if you know what I mean...
Oh, and here we see a new OCs! :D
Okay, I'm shutting up now.
Don't forget to review and the like
Sorry about any typos
Stay tuned for the next chapter
and
I only own what I own
