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By The Light	By : lycanthrope Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 17685 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 50
"Stop struggling." My voice is short, irritated and close to the shell of Umbridge's ear. Sharp eyes; thankfully spy the grounds beyond the treelike bathed in pale moonlight. Her endless attempts to free herself pulling at the cut along my spine and over my upper arm. The willow bark may be working miracles on the actual pain for these injuries but I can still feel my blood trickling down my skin.
I duck down under a low hanging branch and the change in angle alters my balance somewhat, which under normal circumstances wouldn't be considered an issue but my captive chooses this moment to quickly bring down the flat of her foot against the side of my ankle. The joint itself, already being under more pressure than it is used to, feels like it explodes beneath my skin and when I try to compensate with my other foot it gets caught under a protruding root and I fall face first to the floor. Losing my grip on the other woman's clothing and flesh in favour of throwing my hands out in front of me.
Umbridge is already making a break for it and I don't even allow time to collect myself before both feet are slipping from under me in pursuit.
At least in this instance my gate is much longer and my movement much swifter, so I able catch up a mid point between the tree line and the castle walls but being unwilling to give any sort of opening for any further wounds I crash my chest against her back and send us both to the floor. Careful to keep my body covering hers I push myself onto my knees and use a fierce grip against her robes to turn the woman onto her back. So she can see by the murderous look on my face exactly how little I appreciated her escape attempt.
"This will go so much smoother for the both of us, if you just do exactly what I say." It's a feeble attempt at best, to request compliance but at least if and when I do resort to some sort of violence, I can truthfully say I tried.
All I really manage to do is anger her. Causing her to redouble her efforts to such an extent that I have to release her robes and latch onto her bound hands to remove any opportunity to strike me. My position over her gives me superior leverage, which I use to the fullest extent. Pressing down on her bound wrists until they push tightly against her chest. In protest all she is able to do is give a long muffled scream from behind the knotted material pushed between her teeth and kick out her legs. Somehow managing to plant her feet against the floor and very nearly bucks me off her.
One way or another I land with my body across the older woman, releasing her with both hands so they can reach out and my fingers can thread through the blades of cool, dry grass. With her hands now free from my grasp she presses them into my side with such force that I would swear I felt my ribs bend. She manages to raise me off enough to turn onto her front but not for long enough to be free of me.
She has just enough time to reach up to her gag, loop her fingers around the tie and tug it down over her chin. Before I flatten my hand against her shoulder blade and use all of my body weight to push her flat to the floor but now her tongue is free. She begins to scream long and loud, it's almost an incoherent shriek but on her third attempt, after she has nearly ran out of breath, I can clearly hear the word 'help!' mixed with the high pitched noise.
"Listen!" I yell and hear the single word echo cleanly in the open grounds. It doesn't make her stop, still that constant ear piercing squeal rolls along the darkened field. She's still rolling two and fro, trying to dislodge me, or throw me off her but I've already gathered my bearings. I've pushed myself high onto my knees and while one hand presses against her spine to keep her against the short grass the other is furiously searching for some kind of hold on her robes so I can turn her over and stop that blasted noise before me ears begin to bleed. As soon as my head begins to throb and I can feel the twitches covering my back to single an oncoming seizure I throw my other hand down to her back and push against the back of her lungs until she doesn't have enough breath left to scream. We're both left panting into the night. "Listen." I repeat in a much lower voice, unwilling to aggravate my sensitive ears further.
The side of Umbridge's face is presses tightly against the ground and she has to swivel her eyes to the very corner to be able to look up at me. "I don't hear anything." She says after a long moment in a shaky laboured voice.
"Neither do I." Is my response and I truly wish she know how significant that is. "You can scream, you can yell and you can plead but no one is coming for you." I pause to catch my breath, watching as her eyes dart in every direction that they are able. Just to try and prove me wrong. "You can't thumb your nose at the world, then expect it to come running whenever you need it. So you'd better get used to the fact, that it's just you and me this time."
Her whole body jerks in either a flinch or an escape attempt. Her head shoots up, catching me in a hard knock and immediately I can taste blood filling my mouth. In response I dig into both of her upper arms, until she voices her pain in a shout, which she cuts off half way through by clamping her teeth tightly closed. "Get off me! You're wrong!" She screams and throws her body into a fit of random movement, which is so unpredictable that I have to drop my torso down onto her back. She concedes defeat in her movement but nothing will stop that tongue, thrashing about and slicing up everyone like a well-honed blade. "Wrong in so many ways. Not just a filthy half breed and a perverse queer but a lunatic as well."
"Oh I see." I say around a laugh, there isn't a lot she can say about me that I haven't already heard and at this point, it only strikes me as mildly amusing. "So all of this hostility isn't just because I'm a werewolf. You don't like that I lie with another witch either." As I push myself up onto my arms I am careful not to use the ground as leverage but instead bring my hands down on her shoulder blades with all the might this particular angle will allow. Only to press my body weight down onto her once more. "Never stood a chance."
"Not just any witch. But a mudblooded one at that." She groans out into the night as my hand descends onto the back of her neck. Pushing down onto it until her windpipe rests on the ground and restricts her breathing.
I lower myself down. Bearing my teeth in blind fury before spitting down her ear; "You can say anything you want about me but if you bring Hermione into this I will start hurting you." For a few heartbeats I allow myself to listen to her grunting breaths as she tries to pull air into her lungs. "Do you understand?" When she frantically nods to affirm her comprehension, I am able to calm myself enough to release some of the pressure against her neck. "And for the record, I'm not crazy." In a quick move I have one set of fingers under her arm and the other bunched in her robes. Using these two anchor points I am able to pull and push at her until she lands with a thud on her back, only to have her wide terrified eyes looking up at me. "I've been tested." My hands ball into fists around the lapels of her robes and I am already yanking her up when I issue the command of, "Now get up."
The moment I have her on her feet I use both hands to roughly turn her on the spot then push her out two steps in front of me, so she can't try and stop on my weak ankle a second time. She turns her head to check how far away I am but doesn't break out into a run. Only turns her head back towards her feet. "If not insane. What are you?"
My eyes remain riveted to my captive back, even as I bring the back of my hand to my lower lip. I flinch and grunt against the sting and pull my hand away bloodied. "Many things." I reply, dropping my eyes to her feet when she stumble on nothing but air. She is quick to right herself and this is enough to convince me that the move wasn't a trick. "You're going to have to be more specific."
"In the forest. With those beasts." Her voice drops into what I can only describe as a low hiss of contempt on the last word of that sentence. "You were different."
"That wasn't me." I say back almost instantly and when she stops in her tracks so do I. "You're scared of her."
In pure indignation the ministry official turns. "Don't be absurd."
I give a humourless snort of laughter and while keeping the woman in my peripheral vision make a show of looking out over the grounds. "Don't lie to me Umbridge." Only to bring up my eyes and lock our gazes together. "I can smell it." Her face drops in surprise and only because she either won't survive or remember this night do I continue. Just to keep that fearful look on her face because it makes me feel so powerful. "It's strange when you think about it. She scares you, why? Just because she chastised a few centaurs?"
'Careful.' Ammy warns and I'm not entirely sure what it is against.
I wave out my hand to the side and direct my words to Ammy. "Please. That was practically Daddy putting the children to bed." However much those words were intended for the goddess inside of me, it has the desired effect on Umbridge. Putting her into such a state of panic that is cannot help taking a corresponding step backwards when I advance. "Just words, that's all she really has, a belly full of hot air. Then of course, there's me." I take another step forward, unable to keep the cocky swagger out of my stride, but when the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, scrabbles backwards in terror it's hard to keep it contained. "I've played one person against another until they were ready to kill each other. More times than I can count." Another step forward and even though she may not notice it. We are quickly approaching the castle walls; it will be much easier to contain her once we are inside. So the longer I can keep her terrified the better. "I have cast every nasty spell that you can ever think of, some that you can't and I have smiled through every scream. I even murdered my own uncle with my bare hands. So there is no possible way that I should be considered anything but dangerous, werewolf or not. And yet," I reach out a hand taking her gag, which had been handing uselessly from her neck, within my grip and twisting it until it tightens around her throat. "Yet you, constantly, prod at my temper. Why is that?"
Every breath she takes is laboured, reduced to desperately sucking in air through her nose and her fear is so thick I can practically taste it. Coating my tongue in such a pleasant way that I would happily drown in it. "I..." She doesn't continue and by her loud swallow and the frantic look in her eyes I'd say that she's doesn't know how too.
My grip on that scrap of cloth tightens and I pull her skywards, until she has no choice but to stare into my almost colourless menacing eyes. Separated by no more than a hands breadth. "Now, next time you see Hermione. That mudblooded witch who you think is so beneath you. You'd best get down on your knees and thank her, for every single moment, from right now until the end of your miserable existence because she is the only reason you still breath." The edges of her face are beginning to turn a bright red and I push against my anchor point until she stumbles forward a few steps with a shout of. "Now get inside!"
She sets a brisk pace that I do not comment on. Instead choosing to shake my head to try and clear the violent impulses running rampant through it. It takes a few steps for Ammy to speak but when she does her voice is back to that calming influence that I am more used to. 'For a moment there, I thought you might kill her.'
The only answer I give to this is grinding my teeth so tightly that I would almost swear I heard my jaw creak. For there was more than one moment where the temptation to squeeze the life from Umbridge, until she lay breathless and pale in my arms, was so strong that I had to physically stomp it back down into the pit of my stomach.
When we reach the door at the edge of the castle she quietly rests her side up against the wall and patiently waits for me to push open the heavy oak. After eyeing her with suspicion for a heart beat I fist my hand in her robes and push her through the doorway in front of me, with so much force that she steps clear across the hallway and hunches over to cower against the wall. Who would have ever thought that honesty does sometimes pay off in these situations?
I catch the scent of Nancy in the hallway just seconds before I find her with my sights. "What are you doing here?" I call along the corridor and from the corner of my eye, spying Umbridge twitch, in a telltale sign that she is about to start running again. All it takes is for me to abruptly thrust out my index finger towards her and practically snarl. "Don't you dare move."
"Your elf friend didn't know anything and I saw you stumbling back in." Nancy replies. Looking very calm with the turn of events, her hands pushed into the pockets of her robes and as she pulls to a stop at my side she slides her eyes up and down the High Inquisitor, not looking at all surprised to find I have her bound and cowering. "At least now I know I chose the right side." She curls her tongue behind her upper teeth as she chuckles and then turns her attention to me, only for her face to fold in a frown. "Although you do look as though you've been dragged through a hedge backwards."
"I assure you, it was more than one." I respond, at the time it felt as though I had been dragged through every square inch of the expansive forest. "So we both turned up nothing. What a productive evening we're having." I reach my fingers into my mouth and pull out the strip of wood from between my teeth, uncaring for the slightly disgusted look I receive from both of my companions when I drop it into my shirt pocket. "As much as I hate to say it. This is more important right now." I finally say lifting my hand to indicate Umbridge.
"It should worry me that, that is the least scary thing you've said this evening." Nancy comments, pulling her cheek between her teeth in thought while still continuing to speak, if a bit muffled. "My skill with memory charms is terrible, at best. What about yours?"
"Nonexistent."
"I'm assuming we can't just deal with the problem?" Nancy says, her tone of voice changing on the word 'deal' so it means a great deal more than the word should imply. To deal with Umbridge in the way that Nancy is suggesting, would be the most efficient way to take her out of the equation. However it would incite a riot in the Ministry and possibly spark off another war. So the look on my face should be enough to convey that no, even if it is tempting, we cannot deal with this problem in that particular way. "When exactly did you get a moral compass? Because it's bloody annoying." She passes between the High Inquisitor and myself, tilting her head at my captive as she goes in an indication to follow her.
Umbridge continues to stand where she had been placed, shaking so subtlety that I could almost believe it were a trick of the candle light, if I could not see terror in her eyes and smell it thick in the air. My grip is much less fierce when I wrap it around her upper arm to silently command her movement and her willingness to comply is still a surprise.
At no point in our journey do any three of us speak again. Nancy and I, on a lot of levels able to communicate without words and Umbridge ultimately unwilling to break the heavy silence, still we end up at the potion master's door. The only peaceful yet viable option left.
When my partner raises her hand to knock at the door I step up, reaching out to unlatch it and push it open. I personally have a lot riding on this conversation I must now have and standing to wait for an answer doesn't exactly show the urgency that is currently running through my veins.
My head of house is quietly sitting at his desk. His middle finger pressed across his lips, deep in thought and the only the flick of his pupils in my direction to indicate he had noticed our arrival at all. I deposit the High Inquisitor down onto a chair and using the firm line of an outstretched finger, silently command she remain there. "We have a problem."
"I see that." The man answers after a long pause, his eyes for a long moment on my captive before handing me his attention. "You'd best explain."
"Harry has left the grounds. I'm pretty certain four other students went with him."
He had been expecting me to divulge why it is that Umbridge is trembling, looking so relaxed in his seat but this small piece of information has his back straightening and he leans forward in his seat until both elbows rest against his desk. "You're sure?"
"I have it on good authority." I reply. Running a hand through my hair and slowly stepping over towards the centre of his lecture theatre. "Do you know where they went?" Quickly his eyes flick over to Umbridge and Nancy, both of who are remaining consciously quiet and trying to look uninterested in the discussion. "Don't worry about them. What do you know?"
"They probably went to the ministry. Potter seams to think his godfather may be in some trouble." Snape replies.
While his words make me cross my arms and bow my head in partial annoyance partial defeat it makes Nancy bark out with laughter. "Are you serious?" She receives a piercing look from our head of house and I all but ignore her. "Six of them go trotting off to save one kid's godfather. That's foolish."
"That's friendship." I comment, distracted by my thoughts and I have no mind to delve into this discussion with the other Slytherin again. "In your very unique opinion professor, what is the likely hood that they will all survive?"
"Left to their own devices. Not very high." He pauses only long enough to take a very deep breath, apprising me from head to toe as he does. "I've been trying to contact the headmaster for several hours now with little success. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Several. I can get a message to him." Behind me Umbridge squeaks in annoyance, before remembering herself enough to fall quiet. "In the meantime. I need someone to deal with our High Inquisitor." Snape pushes himself out of his chair, casting a glance over the indicated woman then raising an eyebrow in question to me. "She's seen something. Something I can't ever let her tell another living soul."
I see that look cross his face, that glace that terrified me not so many months ago, of a scholar puzzling out a problem. Only this time I see that it is for my benefit rather than assuming it is for my destruction. "Charms, is hardly my strangest skill set."
"You've always struck me as the creative type professor." I begin, taking a moment to moisten my lips and allow my words to be absorbed. "If she is able to reveal all of the secrets she's learned tonight, we're all doomed."
He takes a moment, pressing a knuckle against his nose in thought. It's not just my covert affairs that are at risk. "It may be necessary to view all of these memories." He says slowly.
All at once I am again the student, again the subordinate. "Then I will need to trust in your discretion, professor."
"You think you can do that?" He asks, it's not something I can answer and on some levels I don't think he expects me to. I don't have any choice; we both know that so I'll just have to trust that I am able to identify the lesser of the two evils before me. He nods once at my silent compliance. "You had best hurry."
With a new purpose my muscles jump to life. Turning to Nancy "You're with me." The other girl is startled slightly and I see her open her mouth to question me but is cut off by the solid thud of my closed knuckles slamming into Umbridge's cheek, with such force that she is thrown from her chair to the floor. Immediately the bones begin to ache in protest and I have to shake out my hand. Ignoring the disapproving look from my head of house and begin to climb the stairs to exit the room.
"Was that really worth it?" Nancy questions. Eyeing my fingers that I am very slowly flexing and relaxing, the self-inflicted pain, being much more prominent than I had anticipated.
"More than you know." My other hand closes around the cold banister and propels me up the first three stairs. "I need you to go to Umbridge's office. Find my wand, I'll meet you there."
She climbs the steps behind me, still following closely behind as she expresses her displeasure. "I'm beginning to feel just a bit like a mule."
"Best get used to it." My quick stride may have brought us back to the ground floor and a level corridor but it is taking its toll in my tender ankle, which is the only reason I haven't broken out once more into a run. "You want to come out of their world, you have to come into mine." In as friendly way as I can, I use my elbow to nudge her to the side. "Think you can handle that?"
Her face screws up into a thoughtful grimace and she lets out a very distracted: "I'll let you know."
"While you're contemplating the ramifications of that, you can go get my wand." I say to her. Rounding a corner and directing her in the opposite direction, with a short push against her shoulder. I hear her grumble and swear at my retreating back, in a small enough voice that she would assume I would be ignorant to it. Its something I don't call her on if only because I would much prefer it if she does what I ask.
By the time I reach the kitchens my ankle is beginning to protest so much that I am forced to pull the willow bark once more from my pocket and begin to chew on it. It doesn't take me very long to coax the pear out of the way of the door handle but when I actually enter the cavernous kitchen the sound of clattering pots and pans immediately assaults my ears to such and extend that I cannot help but flinch away from it.
The elves are alive with activity, even at such an early hour of the morning. Everything is being vigorously scrubbed by hand or being re organised for some reason and I find it hard to spot the one specific elf that I am looking for within the short crowd. "Dobby?" I call out into the din but I very nearly don't hear my own voice over the oppressing noises.
The tiny elf with his very large ears probably has better hearing than even me and having been in possession of it for the entirety of his life, has a much higher degree of control over it. Proved by the fact that he stands before me in an instant. Standing tall amongst his hard working peers, with his chest puffed out and his hands clasped behind his back. "Miss Jamelia Desay." He greets in a cheery way. "Has Mr. Harry Potter been found?" He speaks again before I am given enough time to even draw breath. "We are helping as best we can."
My face contorts into a deep frown, which I am powerless to suppress and shake my head at his words. The logic behind how cleaning the kitchen could help Harry, so far beyond me that I don't even question it. "In a manner of speaking. They have gone to the ministry of magic I need to get that message to Dumbledore. For that I need your help."
That last sentence makes his entire stance fall. He curls in on himself, taking the tip of one of his ears between his fingers and fiddling with it in a nervous gesture. "Headmaster Dumbledore is not at the school."
I try not to become frustrated by this. He may be doing all that is within his power to uphold his master's rule but surly he must be able to see that this is of paramount importance. "I'm acutely aware of that but this castle still views him as its master. So he must still be yours."
His eyes dart from mine down to the floor, his toe scraping away some nonexistent dirt from under it, a sure sign that whatever he intends to say is a lie. "Dobby does not know where Headmaster Dumbledore has gone. Dobby is a free elf with no master."
"Nothing more than a technicality, just because he pays you doesn't now mean he is not your master. So I know you can find him." He opens his mouth to protest, his small, bony hands curling into fists but I cut him off before he can either argue or start bringing himself harm. "Listen I'm not asking you to break your vow, I'm not even asking you to go against orders. All I need is for you to get a message to him."
"Will this save Master Harry Potters life?" He asks in a docile voice.
Given this elf's fondness for the boy I am more than confident that my answer will aid me. "Potentially."
What happens next is so far removed from anything I had been expecting that I am struck dumb for the barest instant. His fisted hands press deeply into his stomach until he is nearly doubled over with the strain and his kind features begin to twist. Pulling and pushing into such a mask of pure sorrow that it even begins to break my cold, dry heart. "Dobby mustn't." Tiny nails run down the side of his face leavening angry welts in their wake. "Dobby can't!" He's shouting now and all at once the clatter of pots and pans stops.
The tiniest trickle of blood runs down the side of his face, it's the smell of it, not the sight that pulls me out of my haze and drags me down onto one bended knee to take his flailing arms within my grip. "Why not?" I ask over his waling. All elves are much stronger than they appear but being away from the company of any for so long has made me forget that fact. I may be able to keep his hands away from his skin but I am completely unable to keep the tiny creature still in any sense of the word. "Dobby! Stop!" There is nothing but authority in my voice; it rings around me and even the other elves who stopped to watch the exchange cower against it. Dobby does stop, his arms going lax in mine with terror skating across his eyes, which I try to ignore even as the bile of guilt begin to bubble up the inside of my throat. "Now. Calm down and tell me what the matter is."
His body deflates and my grip on his wrists raises them high above his head, the only thing preventing him from crashing down to the floor. "Harry Potter has ordered Dobby to never try and save his life again."
That does make this rather simple to sort out, even if I file away this information to chastise Harry for it later, that particular list is getting rather long this evening. "Then I revoke it." That certainly gets his attention. "Here and now I revoke that order. Then I ask, beg and plead, for you to deliver this message."
"Thank you." With a loud snap of his fingers he is gone, his powerful magic pulling him from my grasp as he disappears into nothingness before me.
Slowly I cast my eyes around the remainder of the castles elves. Most of them with items still in their hands that they had been cleaning or reorganising. All of them looking at me and it's only when I breath the words. "Carry on." That movement resumes.
From my kneeling position it doesn't take much to slide to the floor. Pulling my knees closer to my chest and for the first time really ponder exactly what is going on around me. I may not be able to see it but my friends, my partner are all in tremendous danger and even though it isn't true it feels as though I am doing nothing to ease that suffering. All I can really do is get a message to one man and trust him to sort out this mess, something I'd much rather do myself.
I feel my look turn sour, irritated in my own self-pity before clambering back to my feet, rolling around my willow back from one side of my mouth to the other. Setting my shoulders ridged I force myself back out of the kitchens. There may be nothing further I can do to directly influence whatever is going on at the ministry but I'll be dammed if I allow myself to sit here and do nothing.
The hallways are empty, unnervingly so. With just the few snippets of information I have heard I would have come to expect some life around the castle. Draco's band of loyal followers scouring the halls for whatever Hermione and the others could have been talking about, enticing enough to bring them out to play but vague enough to keep them chasing their tails for hours.
My hand scrubs harshly at my face trying to push back the fatigue brought on by not only a very active evening but also the lack of both food and sleep. It could be dulling my senses enough to be hide the wondering members of the Inquisitorial Squad from my sight. Which is a disturbing thought, to say the least, one that draws caution from me, keeping me close to the walls and hiding deep in the shadows.
Right up until the moment that Nancy comes wondering around the corner. Swaggering.
For the second time tonight she manages to meet up with me, finding me with little effort. Completely ignoring the narrowing of my eyes as I try to puzzle out exactly how she can manage such a feet in a building as vast as Hogwarts. Instead she silently tosses my wand between us.
My hand snatches it from the air on pure instinct but the contact is profound. The first time I held my wand in my hand had been enough to steal my breath. Which is nothing compared to the feeling of security that washes over me the moment my skin encloses around the shaft.
The feeling, this sensation along with the exhaustion is my only expiation for not having noticed the presence of a third party. Not until I raise my gaze to take in the site of Nancy's triumphant smirk.
One hand presses firmly against her chest, sweeping out in an arch before me to throw her non-to gently down to the floor. Any spell I chose I will need to step into, throw the power of my movement behind it but I don't even get so far as to chose which spell to hurtle down the corridor. My vision fills with bright red and amber before I am far to hot within my own skin.
Already falling, collapsing down onto the floor.
I can smell it, it precedes the pain, drowns it right to the back of my mind. The acrid smell of sizzling, human fat and singed hair, so close to my sensitive nostrils that it practically burns. Churns my stomach to such an extend that has anything been inside of it I might have brought it up with the feeling.
As my back strikes off the hollow floor my hand is already extended, firing off the most debilitating spell I can think off, the blurring of my vision and my erratic breathing enough to fire the spell off wide, striking off the tip of a shoulder rather than in my assailants chest as I would have preferred. It has to be enough that he goes down and stays down.
My extended arms spasms, wood clattering against wood as I drop my wand from my grasp, closely followed by the entire limb that I lack the strength to keep aloft. I may have lost consciousness for a moment because it feels like I barely blinked and there is and hand around my chin, turning my nose away from the pungent smell of my own scorched flesh. "Jesus Desay, you don't do thing by half, do you?"
Drawing enough breath to speak only provokes my lungs to contract in a disconcerting manner. Forcing me to cough, it is at the very least some indication that I am still alive.
"Alright, hospital wing and no arguments." I recognise Nancy's voice a moment before I feet her hands closeting around my one good arm. Her wand appears from nowhere and she points it down my body.
It doesn't matter if she is trying to lift me or heal me. I cannot allow either. My fingers grip firmly into the lose knot of her tie, halting all of her motions when I begin to twist it. A clear threat that I mean to cut off her windpipe. "No." I try to say but somehow make it sound somewhere between the beginnings of a coughing fit and a low growl.
"Jamie." It's not that she uses this nickname to address me that makes me snap to attention, it's that I can't hear a single tone of mocking in her voice when she does. "Burns are nasty. This could kill you." It accrues to me, quite abruptly that this is a worry to her. I understand why, her position does become quite jaded were I to die here in the hallway, without getting her out of the deceitful web of Dark Magic. Yet even then I had not ever expected her to sound quite to sincere. "I'm taking you to the hospital wing."
"You're taking me outside." I manage to grunt from between barely responsive lips. I can feel the sun rise, it's already clambering across the sky, slow and methodical but more than enough for me to place myself under it's healing rays. I'm aware of the repercussions of letting this particular student in on such a closely kept secret but I find myself in far too much pain to care. My instinct of self preservation much more interested in the immediate threat I find myself in. She opens her mouth to protest and I find myself twisting my wrist into an unnatural angle in order to tighten both collar and tie around her throat. "Outside." In no way could that single word be interpreted as anything but a command.
She grits her teeth and I can almost feel the way she despises trading one superior for another, yet she doesn't disappoint. Gritting out the word: "Fine." In such a low hiss that it makes me think of a viper striking out to ensnare it's pray. Her movements cease in all gentleness, tugging me from the ground with such force and jerkiness that I find myself screaming out my anguish along the long dim hallways. The sound echoing back to my ears long after I have found my shaky feet and traded the cries for pitiful whimpers. "At least now I know you actually feel pain." I hear Nancy mutter in such a low tone that I might almost think she had not intended me to hear.
It makes me send a seething look in her direction none the less, which is promptly ignored in favour of pulling my arm tightly around her shoulders and literally lifting one side of my body to force me into a walk before I feel completely ready to do so.
Her haste is painful to say the least but not without appreciation. It could have taken any time between seconds and an eternally before I find the open air filling my lungs. Yet frustratingly still trapped in the showed of the castle. I suppose an east-facing doorway might have been a little too specific to ask for. "In the sunlight." I manage to grunt and my feet feel so heavy that they might as well be stuck to the floor.
"Is this really the time to work on your tan?" I spits, sarcastically but still shakes her head and moves to do my bidding.
The effect of the rays of light is so instantiations that I gather my strength enough to stand before even tumbling to the floor, replacing the pain and even the smell doesn't feel quite so oppressive even if it does still cling to my clothing, the material that had fused to my skin with the heat falling away to rest lightly over my shoulder. The small cuts and abrasions from my tumble through the forest following suit, even my ankle feels as though it had never been injured and I am able to press my full weight against it.
Nancy is shocked. I can hear it; I'd more that expected it. The effects of the celestial light are more that a little mind-boggling. A slight turn of my head and I catch her wide-open eyes, staring at me in sheer disbelief. "Not a word Ivybridge." The words, the gravely tone of my throat, even the sharp look I can feel in my eyes. All of it feels like a single murderous threat.
-XX—
A/N – Alright. There was something that I wanted to say in the last chapter that may or may not have slipped my mind. First I want to thank King Of the Ashers for quite literally beating me until that chase scene with the centaurs resembled something entertaining. Seriously it was terrible – so that's the person you have to thank for that.
Secondly there was quite a gap between chapter 48 and 49 time wise. I am humbly and eternally sorry for this and there is only one reason for it. Act three for most of the time I have been writing this did not resemble what you see before you. When I say I changed it, I don't mean I tweaked a few details and gave you just one more character. What I mean is I took act three, bundled it all up and threw it to one side and that's no small feat. Not when you've had a very hefty scene pretty much written for it since chapter 4. So I have been spending much of my time kinda lost and trying to pick up threads. They are there I just have to find them. This is better, this is truer to my character but I hadn't planned for it and it's a way of writing that I haven't indulged in for years. Back when stringing a sentence together was an achievement, even if it didn't mean all that much. So I think I am back on track… every time I say that it comes back to bite me but I'm saying it.
Final thing then I'll let you go. I say a lot that it takes me a few times to write something. Either the wording I've used doesn't work or more often than not it's a whole scene that I just don't like, they either get cut or they get changed. Now, I'm a big fan of words… the last several hundred thousand are a testament to that and for those words to never be read, never be imagined is just a sacrilege to me. So I have an idea. Sometime after I've finished this story, if there is any interest I would quite happily like to post these chapters in a separate story. Hopefully explaining why it was I didn't like it or why it was cut. It means that those words were not wasted and if it helps someone in some way more to the better. If that's something that interests you, something that is going to be well received, let me know.
That's it for this chapter you can go and get on with your lives now. I've taken up way to much time already. So go have fun, be merry.
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