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“I’m scared,” Timmy wailed. “I want my Mummy.”
Emily lifted Timmy into her arms and tried to calm him.
“Jamie, what are we going to do?” Caitlin asked, their situation seeming
hopeless.
“I don’t know,” Jamie sobbed as Ben sucked frantically on her nipple, trying to
get nonexistent nourishment.
“Jamie, are we all going to die?” Timmy asked between his sobs.
Jamie didn’t answer. She just held Ben tightly as tears streamed down her face.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
“He hasn’t kept anything down except water in the last seventy-two hours,”
Jamie pleaded. “If Ben doesn’t get some real nourishment soon, he’ll die.”
“If the infant dies, so will you all!” Hooch screamed heartlessly.
“I can only guarantee that all your deaths will be extremely slow and painful,
especially yours,” she said, staring at Jamie, before taking her leave and
slamming the dungeon door behind her.
“What does she expect me to do?” Jamie cried in frustration to the room in
general. “Ben will only drink breast milk. How the hell does she expect me to
get that for him when I’m locked in a dungeon?” Jamie dug her fingernails into
her own breasts, purposely causing them to hurt. “What good are these damn
things if they can’t do their intended job?”
“Why is that?” Emily asked.
“Why is what?” Jamie asked impatiently.
“Why don’t women’s breasts give milk at all times? I mean once you have reached
the age when you can have children, of course. Cows give milk every day of the
year and they aren’t always pregnant or feeding a calf, are they?”
Jamie stared at Emily, suddenly aware of how Hermione felt when asked a
question to which she didn’t know the answer.
“I can’t answer that,” she said. “Maybe that is one of the reasons why they are
starting sex education classes this year at Hogwarts.” Jamie shook her head in
frustration. “I can’t believe that I’m capable of transforming into another
creature, yet I can’t even explain properly how my own body functions.”
Out of the blue, Jamie was struck with an inspiration. “Caitlin, whilst working
with Madam Pomfrey at the Hogsmeade clinic, didn’t you say that you were once
able to help a woman go back to breast feeding? A woman’s whose milk supply had
dried up?”
Caitlin had been scratching Timmy’s back in order to calm him down. The toddler
had fallen asleep, his head nestled in Caitlin’s lap. She looked up at Jamie as
if reading her mind.
“Jamie, that woman had given birth and was already breast feeding. What I did
for her was akin to repairing a broken bone.” Caitlin gritted her teeth. “I’m
not sure if I can do what I think you’re suggesting. I wouldn’t even know where
to begin.”
“Will you try?” Jamie implored.
“But what if I do something wrong, something that damages your ability to give
birth or even worse kills you?” Caitlin asked.
“Then you’ll deprive Damien and Hooch of the pleasure of butchering me,” Jamie
replied. “Caitlin, if there is even the slightest chance of this working, we
have to try. Don’t you see? If we don’t, Ben is going to die.”
Emily gulped. “If it works on Jamie, you better do the same to me.”
“Why?” Jamie asked staring at her sister in amazement. “I’d certainly be
capable of supplying enough milk for Ben’s needs.”
“It’s not just Ben,” Emily replied. “You and I seem to be the only two in the
group that can stomach what they pass off as food around here. Timmy isn’t
eating and neither is Caitlin”
“I’ll be okay,” Caitlin disputed. “If I get hungry enough, I’ll learn to
tolerate the slop. But Emily is correct about Timmy. I’ve seen him empty his
plate into the sewer when he thought no one was watching.”
“Are you suggesting that you breast feed Timmy? He’s not a baby.” Her words
faded off. It seemed impossible that in such a short time they had been pushed
to such extremes.
“I’m suggesting that we all have to do whatever is necessary to get us through
this intolerable situation,” Emily declared.
“Let’s not argue about something I’m not even sure I’m capable of doing,”
Caitlin implored.
“No, let’s not,” Jamie agreed, “but we can’t shilly-shally either. Ben is
already behaving in a lethargic way. The longer he goes without sustenance the
slighter his chance of full recovery.”
Caitlin slipped out from under Timmy and, after placing his head gently on the
floor, walked uncertainly over to Jamie. “I’m glad that I’ve been giving those
massages to Mum,” she said. “I’m in harmony with exactly how her body feels
both on the surface and internally. I think what I’ll have to try and do is to
adjust your organs to mimic hers.”
“Does that mean you’re going to have to have to physically touch me? Can’t you
just do it mentally?” Jamie asked.
“I can only do healing mentally when I’m able to utilize my own body as a draft
of how things are meant to be.” Caitlin blushed. “That’s why I wouldn’t be able
to heal certain parts of a male without actually touching them.
“I have to approach what we are going to attempt with the same attitude. I have
to envision how Mum’s breasts felt, both superficially and internally. Then
using her as a guide as to what is accurate, I will attempt to amend yours.”
Jamie had numerous questions she wanted to ask, but decided against posing
them. This was uncharted territory for Caitlin, so she indubitably would not be
able to answer without reservation. Besides, there was no other alternative;
Jamie had to go through with this no matter what the upshot. Without a doubt,
this would mean the difference between Benjamin living or dying.
“Emily, this may take quite awhile,” Caitlin said, her voice sounding not in
the least bit confident. “You’ll have to tend to Ben and Timmy if they wake up.
It would be risky for us to stop in the middle.”
Emily nodded her head in understanding.
* * * * * *
“How is she?” Sam asked.
“Exhausted, but she refuses to let up. I had to threaten her last night before
she’d finally agree to take a break and get some sleep,” Harry answered.
“What time did you get back last evening?” Ron asked as Harry ushered Sam and
him into the bedroom.
“Close to midnight,” Harry said. “I don’t know how she’s doing it. Hermione’s
been in the air fifty-six of the last seventy-two hours and we all know how
much she hates flying. Hell, she won’t even land for meals -- insists on eating
while in flight.”
“Where is she now?” Ron asked, looking around the empty room. But before Harry
could speak, Hermione entered the room, her wet hair wrapped in a towel.
“I’m glad you’re early,” she said cordially, obviously trying to conceal her
true feelings. “We need to discuss some changes in our strategy. Harry, do you
have that grid map of Great Britain that Severus and Draco prepared?”
“Over there on the table,” he indicated.
“Good,” Hermione said, as she unwrapped her hair, tossed the towel over a
nearby chair and then did a quick drying spell on her hair before hurrying over
to the table.
“We can’t continue to use Hogwarts as our base of operations, it’s just too far
north,” she declared, pointing to a flag marking the location of the Wizarding
School on the map. “We need to secure lodging as we travel south, otherwise
we’ll spend an inordinate amount of time retracing our steps as we fly back and
forth to the castle.”
“That makes sense,” Ron agreed looking at the map. “We’ll have to adjust the
shifts for flying escort.” He used his finger to draw an imaginary line on the
map.
“Instead of alternating every eight hours, one group will have to remain with
you until you reach the southern most point of the search area and then return
again north. At that time, we will change escort teams.”
“Hermione, are you up to this?” Harry asked. “Fortunately, the weather has been
in our favor, but it’s still an unreasonable amount of flying with little rest
or sleep.”
Hermione looked at Harry as tears filled her eyes. “Harry, if anything happens
to Jamie or any of those innocent children, I’ll never be able to have a
restful night’s sleep again.”
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
“Let me slip some clothes on and we’ll get started,” Hermione said, rushing to
her dresser.
* * * * * *
“Caitlin, what on earth are you
doing?” Jamie cried anxiously. “They’re getting bigger. The last thing I need
is bigger boobs.”
“Relax,” Caitlin whispered softly. “That’s a good sign. Growth and enlargement
are a sign of the breasts evolving and preparing for the baby.”
“They’re not going to get as large as Hermione’s, are they?” Jamie asked in
concern.
“Quite possibly,” Caitlin answered softly, as if in a semi trance, her hands
continuing to move over Jamie’s changing body. “Your body structure was nearly
identical to Hermione’s before she became pregnant. It wouldn’t be surprising
for it to react in the same way as hers did.”
Jamie’s body stiffened. “You’re not actually making me pregnant, are you?” she
asked in panic.
Caitlin smiled, although her eyes remained closed and her mind focused. “I’m a
healer. There are limits to my ability, as there should be. You are not
pregnant, but I seem to have managed to convince your mammary glands that you
are.”
“Is that why my breast feel so tender and hypersensitive?” Jamie asked.
Caitlin nodded her head. Meanwhile, Emily couldn’t take her eyes off Caitlin
and Jamie. Emily continued to be in awe of her sister’s great power. She had
watched mesmerized as before her eyes, Jamie’s breasts had increased
dramatically in size, her nipples and areolas darkening and becoming larger.
Now, as Caitlin’s hands gently touched Jamie’s breasts, they began to leak a
thick yellowish substance.
“We’re almost there,” Caitlin said, thrill evident in her voice. “You’re
starting to produce pre-milk. Madam Pomfrey taught me that normally happens in
the second trimester. “Just a few minutes longer.”
Jamie was both elated and… she couldn’t quite describe her mixture of emotions.
If this worked, as it seemed now that it might, she’d be able to hold Ben to
her breast and actually feed him; he would live. This knowledge sent an
emotional ripple of happiness through her body.
But as she looked around the dungeon, Jamie was brought back to the harsh
reality of their dire situation. Was she actually saving Ben’s life or
guaranteeing the death of all four innocents? What hell would be released upon
the world if, in fact, Salazar Slytherin actually were reincarnated?
She had to take one step at a time. The immediate concern was Ben. Her job was
to do everything within her power to keep everyone alive until…
“I think I’m done,” Caitlin sighed, sounding both physically and emotionally
drained, but at the same time delighted with her accomplishment.
“Perfect timing,” Emily said, as Ben began to stir and whimper. “Are you ready
to road test those?”
Jamie nodded her head for Emily to get Ben while she silently prayed that
Caitlin had been successful. By this time, Ben was crying non-stop. Emily
picked the unhappy baby up and practically ran to Jamie, who took Ben in her
arms. Ben instinctively went for her nipple and immediately quieted.
“Is it working? Is he getting milk?” Caitlin asked.
“It’s working,” Jamie grimaced. “My nipple is tender and it hurts like hell,
but he’s getting milk. It’s remarkable how something that hurts so much can
feel so good.”
“I think the hurting will go away in time,” Caitlin commented. “It doesn’t seem
to hurt Mum.”
“I’m hungry,” Timmy wailed as he woke up.
Emily looked in Caitlin’s direction and gave her a ‘see what I mean’ look.
“When you’re up to it, I think you should do me,” she said looking extremely
apprehensive. Then she went over to try and calm Timmy.
“Emily, I appreciate your intentions, but since Timmy can’t stand to eat the
garbage they serve us, what makes you think he’ll be able to keep down breast
milk? It’s nothing like cow’s milk, it’s warm and, well I don’t know whether
he’ll be eager to do what’s necessary to get it.”
“Do you think you can do the same thing you did to Jamie, to me?” Emily asked,
ignoring Caitlin’s comments and pushing the subject.
“Now that I’ve done it once, I don’t think it would be at all difficult”
Caitlin answered, “but we don’t know whether Timmy will be able to drink it.
Besides, he isn’t a baby. You’d never be able to produce enough to feed him.”
“Probably not, but Jamie will more than likely be able to generate more than
Ben can drink. He may not end up with a chock-full stomach, but anything is
better than zilch. We have to make an effort.” Emily watched as Jamie lovingly
nursed Ben.
“We could let him give it a try before making any physical changes to me,” Emily
suggested.
Jamie had been concentrating on feeding Ben, letting most of Caitlin and
Emily’s conversation go in one ear and out the other. For some reason though,
Emily’s last suggestion registered.
“I didn’t think you were serious,” Jamie said incredulously. “Are you seriously
suggesting that you and I breast feed Timmy? He’s four years old.”
“Right, and he hasn’t eaten anything of consequence in the last two days. It’s
damp and chilly in this hole. I realize it’s not the most engaging idea, but we
have to do something. I know you’ve been concerned about Ben, but haven’t you
seen the change in Timmy? He’s suffering, too.” Emily, went over to Caitlin and
put her arm around her. “I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to do anything
that will increase the chances of us all making it through this hell on earth.”
Jamie gulped, bit her lip and then looked up at the ceiling. “When I’m done
feeding Ben, why don’t we give it a small test?” She looked over at Timmy who
was lying listlessly on the floor. “I’ll try feeding Timmy. If he’s able to
keep it down; we should do as Emily suggests.”
* * * * * *
Madam Hooch stopped so suddenly
as she entered the dungeon that she caused Crabbe to rear end her and Goyle to
get caught in the chain reaction.
“What the hell happened to you!?” she yelled, staring unbelievingly at Jamie’s
breasts.
Jamie was about to explain what Caitlin had done and why, but before she had a
chance, Hooch’s eyes fell upon Emily. Her eyes practically jumped out of her
head.
“My God, girl, what have they done to you? Can you actually stand without
tipping forward?”
When Jamie finished nursing Ben, the baby had
straightaway fallen asleep, what would be the most contented sleep he had
experienced in days. She then anxiously called Timmy to her side. Jamie
realized that Emily was right, that this was something they had to try in order
to keep Timmy alive, but that didn’t stop it from feeling strange, and in some
ways, wrong to her.
Ben was a little baby, not quite three months old. He was helpless and it felt
totally natural and correct to have him snuggled next to her, sucking on her
nipple for sustenance.
Timmy wasn’t a baby. He was a little boy, a little boy with teeth. He was over
four years old and at times could be a little monster. Yet, in many ways he was
as just as helpless as Ben.
“Come and sit on my lap,” Jamie said lovingly to Timmy. “Emily and Caitlin tell
me you haven’t been eating, that you’ve been throwing your food away when you
thought no one was watching.”
Timmy stared angrily at Emily and Caitlin. “I tried to eat it,” Timmy said, his
eyes filling with tears. “I wanted to be brave and make Mummy and Daddy proud
of me, but I couldn’t. It makes me sick.”
“Are you hungry right now?” Jamie asked, already knowing the answer.
“Very,” Timmy said, his facial expression so sad that it nearly broke Jamie’s
heart.
“Caitlin did some magic on my breasts so that I could feed Benjamin just like
his mother does,” Jamie explained.
“I was watching,” Timmy said, between sniffles.
Jamie bit her lips before proceeding. “Would you like to try?”
“But I’m not a baby!” Timmy said, ostensibly upset at the thought of being
treated like one.
“No one said you were,” Jamie said, holding Timmy tightly. “We love you. You
can’t stomach the food they give us. This is the only alternative we can think
of to keep you from starving. Will you please at least try?”
Timmy gazed into Jamie’s loving face and then looked at Emily and Caitlin who
both gave him encouraging smiles.
“What should I do?” he asked uncertainly.
Jamie gulped. “Just place your lips around one of my nipples and gently suck.
Please be careful not to bite with your teeth.”
Caitlin and Emily watched as Timmy slowly moved his head closer to Jamie’s
breast. Jamie seemed to be holding her breath. Then finally he made contact and
Jamie could feel suction on her breast.
“It… It tastes good,” Timmy said, sounding as if he felt it was wrong for him
to like it. “It’s sort of sweet.”
Jamie just smiled as she hugged Timmy tightly.
“Can I have more?” he asked.
Jamie nodded her head and then sighed as she looked towards Emily.
“I guess it’s time for you to go back to work,” Emily gulped as she reached for
Caitlin’s hand. “Jamie can’t possibly feed the two of them by herself.”
“It shouldn’t hurt,” Caitlin said reassuringly. “It didn’t for Jamie and now
I’m a little more skilled.”
”I’m not worried about it hurting,” Emily said with a sigh. “It’s just that I’m
only twelve years old. Breast feeding a four year old at this age is something
I never envisioned myself doing.”
“When Hooch tied me to that tree and left me to die, I never thought I’d live
to see age eleven,” Caitlin said sadly. “I even prayed to die.” Caitlin threw
her arms around Emily and hugged her tightly.
“Now I have a family and friends that I love,” Caitlin said. “The last thing I
want to do is die or witness anyone I love die. We have to do whatever
necessary to ensure our survival. Somehow, we have to defeat these bastards.”
Emily agreed and so they started the long procedure that would permit her to
breast feed just like Jamie. Unfortunately, Caitlin forgot to take a number of
things into consideration that made Emily’s situation much different from
Jamie’s.
Jamie was seventeen and had reached her full adult height. She was also fully
developed. Emily was only twelve. Although she had a figure, she had not
reached what would be her full height and she was nowhere near fully developed.
When they were midway through the attempt, both girls realized there was a
problem. They also both realized that they couldn’t stop. To stop might cause
irreparable harm to Emily, but it would also leave them with no way to nourish
Timmy. They had to finish.
“Well Jamie, I always dreamed of having big tits like yours,” Emily said,
trying to force a smile.
Jamie hadn’t worried before about her own physical change, but now she felt
compelled to query Caitlin. “If we’re fortunate enough to survive all of this,
can you undo the changes you’ve made to Emily and I?”
“I’m not really sure,” Caitlin said. “In both your cases, it ought to be
possible to convince your bodies that you are no longer breast feeding.” She
looked at Jamie. “That means your breasts would return to approximately the
same size and shape they were before I did anything. I can also alleviate any
sagging that takes place.”
“But what about Emily?” Jamie asked, nervously.
“I’m afraid the rest of her body will just have to catch up,” Caitlin said
sorrowfully.
“But that will take years,” Jamie replied.
“Probably four or five,” Caitlin agreed.
Author’s note:
Picture, if you would, a very well endowed woman such as Hermione or Jamie. Now
imagine their breasts increasing dramatically in size due to pregnancy. Place
those breasts on the body of a slender twelve-year-old girl and you’ll have an
idea of how Emily currently looks. It’s not a sexy or a pretty picture, but
rather gross, almost deformed in appearance. The good news was that they were
at least functional.
After Jamie finished explaining, Hooch uncharacteristically laughed. “What do
you think of the girls’ new looks?” she asked Crabbe and Goyle.
Goyle, as normal couldn’t take his eyes off of Jamie. The increased size of her
breasts only seemed to intensify his interest. Crabbe on the other hand was no
longer torn between looking at Emily and Caitlin. His eyes now remained focused
on Caitlin, totally ignoring the overly endowed Emily.
“You seem to have lost Crabbe’s attention, my dear,” Hooch said nastily. “If
you’d like those tits reduced in size, I’m sure Damien would be happy to strip
some flesh from them.”
“Only if he wishes his own toys turned upon him,” responded a mysterious female
voice.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, but Crabbe, Goyle and Hooch
dropped to their knees.
“Great One, when did you arrive, how long have you been listening?” Hooch
asked, fear evident in her voice.
“Long enough,” she declared as she stepped from the shadows, “to know that the
loyalty these children share for each other is stronger than the allegiance my
servants demonstrate for me.”
“That is not true!” Hooch wept, flinging herself forward and trembling from
head to foot as she collapsed at the Great One’s feet.
“Crucio!”
Hooch writhed and shrieked until the Great One finally raised her wand.
“Do not ever take it upon yourself to correct me,” she roared.
“Isn’t that Emma Wrong, the Minister of Magic?” Caitlin whispered.
Jamie didn’t answer, but merely nodded.
“I gave orders that the innocents should be protected; that no harm should
befall them. Yet I now learn that two of them were on the verge of starvation.”
She looked long and angrily at her minions. “You three owe your lives to these
girls. If my plans to awaken Salazar Slytherin had been thwarted because of your
incompetence, you would have paid with you lives.”
“Give them proper bedding and decent meals three times a day. I shall on
occasion sample what you feed them and it best be to my liking,” she howled.
“If one of them ends up with so much as a scratch on them before the ceremony,
there will be hell to pay.”
“What about the older Zacherley girl?” Goyle asked.
“Thus far she has been more devoted to my wants than have any of you,” Wrong
declared disgustedly.” She will continue to watch over the children, unharmed,
until the proper time. Once Salazar has arisen, I will decide her final fate.
Hooch, Goyle and Crabbe all seemed disheartened, but remained silent.
“Come,” she ordered. “We must meet with Damien and make sure that everything is
in place. The third of September will be here soon.”
The girls stood silently until the door closed, and then all three tried to
speak at once.
* * * * * *
Friday, August 27, 2005
“Hermione, you need to rest,” Harry insisted as his wife stumbled toward the shower.
“I know you’re worried, we all are, but you’re going to kill yourself if you
try to keep up this pace.”
“I’ll be all right,” Hermione maintained. “Once they are all safely home, I’ll
have plenty of time to rest.”
“You’re not all right,” Harry responded crossly. “Ginny told me that you dozed
off last night and almost fell off your broom.”
“Ginny has a big mouth,” Hermione retorted.
“She’s only concerned about you, we all are. You’re just pushing yourself too
hard.”
“Harry, I’m the only one that can contact Caitlin,” Hermione reminded him. “We
only have a week before the new moon. If we don’t find them before that…” She
couldn’t finish the sentence, but there was no real need. Harry knew that with
the arrival of the new moon all hope of finding any of them alive would be
lost.
“Don’t you understand that is why you must take a break?” Harry pleaded. “You
are the only hope we have of finding them.” Harry put his arms around Hermione
and drew her tightly to him.
“I’ve waited my entire life to have a family to love. I can’t bear the thought
of losing any of them, but if I were to lose you too…” The possibility was more
than Harry could bear. He couldn’t hold back the tears as he hugged Hermione
desperately. “I need you so much,” he cried. “I can’t envision life without
you.”
Hermione returned Harry’s embrace, her eyes swelling with tears. Then,
unexpectedly, Harry found he was supporting Hermione’s entire weight. She had
collapsed in his arms.
* * * * * *
“What happened?” Hermione asked, a few hours later when she awoke in the
hospital wing, steam escaping from her ears.
“You passed out,” Harry said, leaning other to kiss Hermione gently on the
cheek. “Poppy gave you some Pepperup Potion. It seems that you had a cold, but
because of overexertion and lack of rest, it was on the verge of becoming
pneumonia. She wants you to stay in bed for at least twenty-four hours.”
“Harry, I can’t,” Hermione disagreed.
“Don’t be stubborn,” Harry said firmly. “Poppy is preparing you a sleeping
potion now. We’ll carry on the search tomorrow when you’re feeling better.
Meanwhile what do I tell Alex, Kim, and the others that are sending owls
inquiring about the girls?”
“The truth,” Hermione sighed, accepting the fact that she really did need rest.
“They are too close to the girls; we can’t lie to them. Besides, school starts
in a week; the entire wizarding world will know the truth then.”
“You know, of course, that they’ll want to return to school straight away,”
Harry advised. “They’ll probably insist on joining the search.”
“Kim and the others are too young,” Hermione said, “but I think Alex should be
allowed. He’s of age, after all, and Jamie and he plan to marry.”
“I wouldn’t even think of trying to stop him,” Harry said. “You try to get some
rest and I’ll send owls off to Alex, Kim and the others.”
Harry leaned over and kissed Hermione tenderly. “We’ll find them in time,
Mione. We have just got to.”
Hermione drank the sleeping draught that Poppy gave her and then lay staring at
the ceiling, waiting for it to take effect. There had been a time when she felt
that with Harry her life was complete, but that was before Benjamin and the
girls. At the end of the war, despite the deaths of her parents and losing her
two best friends, she had somehow managed to go on. She shuddered at the
thought of losing Jamie, Caitlin, Emily or Ben. But what if she lost all four?
Tears filled her eyes as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * * *
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Jamie listened as the hour chimed faintly on a distant unknown clock. “The
Sorting Ceremony will be starting shortly, followed by the start-of-term
banquet,” she announced forlornly. “I’ve always loved the Sorting Ceremony,
except when it was mine.”
“Were you scared, too?” Caitlin asked. “You’ve always seemed so brave and
courageous.”
“I put on a plucky front,” Jamie said with a laugh. “Besides, remember I was
only eleven. I doubt any first year isn’t petrified. I was shy, didn’t know a
soul. Just walking into the Great Hall is overwhelming; then add to that the
ghosts, everyone staring at you and the creepy Sorting Hat.”
“I found that the scariest,” Emily declared. “I hated sitting on that stool
with everyone gawking while that Hat made up its mind. There are times I still
can’t believe I talked it into putting me in Slytherin; I could have been with
you guys in Gryffindor.”
“That would have been nice,” Jamie said, putting her arm around Emily’s
shoulder, “but you did the right thing. Kim needed you. Besides, look at the
great friends you two have become. I have a feeling Kim and you are going to
bring big changes to Slytherin house.”
“Maybe Kim,” Emily said sadly; she glanced to check that Timmy was still
sleeping. “Jamie, it’s time we stopped kidding ourselves. We are just three
days away from the new moon. Mum and Dad aren’t going to find us in time. We’re
all going to die and never see them, our friends or Hogwarts again.”
“You can’t give up hope,” Jamie implored. “I know they are searching for us.
They won’t stop looking until they find us. You can’t give up hoping.”
“Besides,” Caitlin added lightheartedly, “You have to get back so you can show
Tyler your new boobs.”
“Will you stop it?” Emily shouted angrily. “I’ve told you a million times that
Tyler and I are history.” She looked disgustedly down at her breasts. “Even if
we weren’t, one look at these monstrosities and we would be.”
Emily shook her head in disgust. “The most depressing thing is that it was all
for nothing. Once Emma Wrong got on Hooch’s case, the food changed dramatically
and Timmy started eating. I’m deformed for no reason at all.”
”You’re not deformed,” Jamie insisted. “Once we get home, I’m sure that between
Caitlin, Mum and Madame Pomfrey, they’ll be able to restore you.”
“If we get home,” Emily said in frustration. “Meanwhile, I have two oversized
basketballs as breasts and my back hurts all the time.”
* * * * * *
Amanda looked disconsolately around the Great Hall. The excitement normally
associated with the start-of-term banquet was absent. Most certainly, the
Sorting of new students had taken place as it did at the start of every school
year, but the cheers erupting from the house tables had been more sedate than
in years past.
Why Jamie, Caitlin and Emily were missing was supposed to be a complete secret,
so, naturally the whole school knew about it. They similarly knew about the
prophecy, therefore no one questioned the absence of Professors Potter or
Granger from the head table. Amanda felt quite alone and lonely despite being in
a crowd. Her two best friends for the last six years were missing; Alex was
with the Potters searching, but it was doubtful that she would ever see Jamie
again.
Tyler had initially sat next to his brother, but once he had learned the reason
for Emily’s absence, he moved and squeezed himself in at the table next to Kim.
This move greatly displeased his brother, Dick Bancroft.
“Is there any news?” he asked Kim, placing his hand caringly over hers.
“I’m afraid not,” Kim whispered softly. “You know about the link Caitlin and
her Mum have. Well, they’ve been searching everywhere since the disappearance
was discovered, hoping that Professor Granger could contact Caitlin. They
covered the Shetland and Orkney Islands, all of Ireland and Scotland, including
the Isle of Man. They’ve also covered England and Wales as far south as
Cardiff. They’re now covering the rest of England from the west heading toward
London.”
“What if they don’t find them in the United Kingdom?” Tyler asked, his grip on
Kim’s hand tightening.
Kim bit her lip. “Then they’ll keep searching, starting with France.” Kim’s
voice became scratchy and she coughed. She threw her arms around a surprised
Tyler as those sitting nearby looked on in shock. “The Potters feel that the
innocents will be sacrificed with the new moon. Tyler, if they don’t find them
by moonrise on Saturday, they won’t find them alive.”
Tyler hugged Kim as everyone about them stared and whispered. “They have to
find them; they just have to,” Tyler cried, tears beginning to fill his eyes.
“You really do care about her, don’t you?” Kim asked gently.
“I can’t explain it,” Tyler said, holding on to Kim as if his life depended on
her touch. “I know we’re only twelve and it’s ridiculous to say I love her, but
I don’t know how else to describe my feelings. Our times together were the
happiest moments of my life. Since we broke up, I’ve been miserable. I can’t
get her out of my head. I know she hates me, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop
caring for her.”
Kim gave Tyler a kiss on the cheek as she broke their embraces. “She doesn’t
hate you. I don’t know if it will help, but I’ll tell her how you feel when
they bring her back to us.”
“All that’s important is that they bring her back unharmed. Bring back all of
them alive,” he added.
The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased as Severus Snape got to his feet.
“So!” said Snape, looking around at them all, a cheerless expression on his
face. “Now that we have eaten, I must ask for your attention, while I give out
a few notices. As ever, I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest on
the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all
below third year.”
The Headmaster sighed deeply, picking at a stray hair on his sleeve as he
measured his words. “The Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this
year,” he said as if out of the blue.
Amanda looked around the Hall at the appalled students. They were staring
soundlessly at Snape. Many had been expecting Snape to say something about the
kidnappings, but this announcement came totally unexpected.
“Life continues,” he went on, but it was obvious he was having difficulty
maintaining his own composure. “For a number of years we have been planning a
special event that will be starting in October. Since this event will continue
throughout the school year, and take up much of the teachers’ time and energy,
having a Quidditch Cup concurrently would be impractical. I am, however, sure
you will all enjoy it immensely.”
Severus coughed. “I would find much greater joy in announcing this special
event if it were not for the grievous situation we are currently faced with.
I’m sure that by this time you have all listened to the rumors concerning our
missing students. It is my sad duty to confirm much of what you have in all
probability already heard.
“Jamie Zacherley, Emily Zacherley-Potter and Caitlin Potter along with Benjamin
Potter and Timothy Weasley were all kidnapped upon return from their summer
holiday. They are believed to be presently in the hands of the person calling
herself the Great One.”
The Hall remained silent, the students hanging on Snape’s every word.
“We believe that unless a rescue attempt currently underway is successful, they
will be sacrificed in an attempt to fulfill a prophecy evolving the
resurrection of Salazar Slytherin.”
Amanda noticed that even the Slytherins, with a few exceptions, seemed appalled
at this notion.
“I’m sure that we will all pray for their safe return,” Severus added.
“Initially I considered canceling the upcoming event, but decided to the
contrary. With or without them, I’m sure Jamie, Caitlin and Emily would want to
see ties established between young wizards of different nationalities.
“As I was saying, we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event
over the coming months. The first of what I hope will be many such events that
will strengthen our binds with our American cousins. It is my very great
pleasure to inform you that the very first International Wizard Survival
Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.”
This announcement would, under normal circumstances, have been greeted with
enthusiastic cheers, but due to the Headmaster’s previous illumination
concerning the kidnappings, it was only met with only polite applause.
“This will be our first competition with the United States since the colonies
declared their independence. All the details as far as participating have not
as of yet been ironed out, but will be forthcoming in the next few weeks. And
now, it is late, and I know you all want to be alert and rested for your first
day of classes. So, off to bed.”
Amanda remained seated as with a great banging and scraping of chairs the
students got to their feet and hurried toward the double doors and into the
entrance hall.
“He’s right,” Amanda thought to herself. “Life goes on. We are all but players
in the game of life. No matter who dies; no matter how much they mean to us,
the game goes on.”
She closed her eyes in an effort to suppress her tears.
Amanda jumped as a hand pressed against her back. “They’ll make it,” Tony said.
“We can’t give up hope.”
* * * * * *
Saturday, September 3, 2004
“Thanks, Tom. Tell them that we’ll join them shortly for breakfast,” Harry said
closing the door to the room Hermione and he had rented the previous night at
the Leaky Cauldron.
“Severus, Ginny, Alex and Draco are downstairs waiting for us,” Harry advised.
“They just arrived on the midnight train from Hogsmeade.”
“Why?” Hermione asked. “Ron and Sam are already here. How many people do they
think I need as an escort?”
“I think they all wanted to be here for either eventuality,” Harry said, a
depressed look on his face.
“Either?” Hermione questioned.
“By this evening we will have completed our search of all the remaining
territory in England. They want to be here to either help us with the rescue or
comfort us if we come up empty handed.”
“Harry, if we don’t find them today, do you think we have any chance of finding
them alive?” Hermione asked, apprehensively.
“We’ll find them.” Harry said with conviction. “We just have to.”
* * * * * *
For the first time since their
incarceration, the captives had been immobilized. Crabbe and Goyle had entered
the dungeon late in the afternoon and one by one chained them, spread eagle to
the wall by both their wrists and ankles. Caitlin, Timmy and Emily actually
hung by their wrists, their feet, especially Timmy’s, not even nearly touching
the floor.
Jamie, because she held baby Benjamin, had only been secured to the wall by
leather cuffs around her ankles that were connected by chains to the wall. She
found it extremely difficult to stand because of the distance apart that her
ankles were secured. Two weeks had passed since their kidnapping and now the
rising of the new moon was only a few hours away. They weren’t going to be
rescued; they were all going to die. Jamie watched helplessly as little Timmy
bawled hysterically. Caitlin and Emily, who were chained on either side of the
toddler, tried to calm him, but their words had little effect on the terrified
child.
It was hours before anyone returned to the dungeon, and when they did, Crabbe
and Goyle were pushing a huge stone cauldron. It was larger than any cauldron
Jamie had ever seen; the belly was large enough to hold two adults, or four
children. Jaime shivered at the thought.
Crabbe and Goyle had to struggle with the cauldron and even cock it to one side
in order to finally get it through the door. Once finally inside, they ignored
their captives as they first filled the cauldron with water and then with their
wands conjured a crackling fire beneath it.
The liquid in the cauldron heated extremely fast. The surface was not only
bubbling, but also sending out sparks as though it, too, were on fire.
“There was definitely something already in that cauldron before they added the
water,” Caitlin suggested. Jamie agreed.
As they all watched, mesmerized by the surface of the water, alight with
sparks, the door opened. The Great One entered accompanied by Damien and Hooch,
they each carried an open container.
“The time has come,” The Great One said, first looking at the bubbling liquid
and then at the helpless innocents.
Emma Wrong walked over to the cauldron and dumped the contents of her urn into
it, the water hissed and turned a vivid yellow.
Hooch followed and emptied her container causing the liquid to turn a dark
poisonous-looking blue.
Damien hesitated as if unsure he wanted to empty the contents of his vial, but
when he looked toward The Great One for direction, she returned an impatient
glare. He quickly emptied the vial’s contents into the cauldron. It no sooner
touched the boiling liquid than the potion turned a burning red; the light it
gave off filled the dungeon as if sunlight was suddenly streaming in through a
hundred windows.
“It is ready for the blood of the innocents,” Emma Wrong shouted madly.
“The blood of the heir first,” she commanded.
Damien walked slowly toward Timmy, a shining silver dagger in his hand. Timmy
struggled hopelessly at his binds, crying even harder than before. Jamie closed
her eyes as the point of the knife penetrated Timmy’s arm and blood seeped from
the cut. Timmy wailed uncontrollably as Damien collected a vial of his blood
and returned to the cauldron.
Damien had barely turned his back, when the cut on Timmy arm miraculously
healed. Jamie’s eyes went from Timmy to Caitlin who was deep in meditation, a
trickle of blood on her own arm.
“Blood of the heir, given to return his greatest ancestor.”
Damien walked over to the cauldron and carefully added only two drops of
Timmy’s blood.
“The enemy,” Wrong bellowed, seeming to be on the verge of losing control.
Hooch handed Damien a new vial and his cleaned dagger. Jamie clutched Ben to
her chest and tried to shield him by turning as best as possible toward the
wall.
“His arm is small, the dagger extremely sharp,” Damien said, almost
sympathetically, as he neared Jamie. “I need but two drops. Struggling will
only serve to enlarge the injury.”
Reluctantly, Jamie turned toward Damien, thus exposing the helpless sleeping
infant. Damien pressed the blade gently against the crook of Ben’s arm until
blood began to trickle. He collected what he needed and went to turn.
“Thank you for being gentle,” Jamie murmured, tears filling her eyes.
Damien didn’t speak, but gave Jamie a weak nod of his head, then returned to
the cauldron to add two drops of Ben’s blood. Ben turned restlessly in his
sleep as Caitlin healed his arm.
“Blood of the foe…forcibly taken.”
“Sight and health,” Wrong squealed. “Health first.”
Caitlin gritted her teeth, knowing that no one was going to share her pain or
heal her wound. But Caitlin was surprised. Damien was being
uncharacteristically gentle. She had expected him to sadistically slash her
arm, but instead he had only pricked it enough to cause bleeding.
“The blood of the Healer for Health and Strength.”
Emily cringed. Her blood was the final ingredient. Would Emma Wrong actually
succeed in resurrecting Salazar Slytherin?
“You have the makings of an admirable foe,” Damien said as he approached Emily.
“It’s a pity that you must die so young.” Without further word he slashed her
arm. Because of the speed with which it was done, Emily thought the wound would
be deep, but it was only superficial.
“The blood of the Seer to light the path.”
As Damien added Emily’s blood, the Great One mumbled an incantation and then
stepped away from the cauldron. At first, it seemed like nothing was going to
happen. The cauldron just seemed to be simmering, continuing to send off
blinding sparks.
Then, without warning, the sparks were extinguished. The cauldron stopped
bubbling; steam billowed thickly from it, filling the room and obscuring the
view. No one was moving; even Timmy was quiet. It seemed like everyone was
holding his or her breath waiting, just waiting. Then…
“WHO DARES TO AWAKEN ME FROM THE SLEEP OF DEATH!?”
End of Chapter 2
As always, I would like to thank those of you who took the time to review chapter
eight. If not for your encouraging words, I doubt very much that the series
would be on its third book.
Amber, you were greatly missed on this chapter. I hope you’ll be back for chapter nine. Thank you to my betas for this chapter:
Allison, Bluezy, Don, Dove, Lucy and Peter.
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