Hidden Wings - Part II

Captive

The procedure of each day was the same. Mioha would wake up by the noise of a tray magically appearing with food on a table beside her bed. Several hours later, probably around noon, a new tray popped up while the old one disappeared. The same happened around dinner time.
At first, Mioha refused to eat. Even though she could not smell any trace of poison on the food, she was convinced that Voldemort was preparing her for something, for which he needed her in good health. Like fattening a pig before it got slaughtered. It got hard to ignore the ache in her stomach on the second day, but she shoved the very good-smelling food beneath the closet.

On the evening of the third day, when Mioha had still not touched the food, a masked Death Eater entered the room and nastily told her that if she wouldn't eat, she would spend the night watching muggleborn girls getting raped.
That was almost enough to get Mioha's stomach heaving, but she swallowed her disgust down and from then on, ate what she got.

The days blurred together into one. The sunlight streaming into her room never changed throughout the day, only in the evening it got duller until the sunlight was replaced by moonlight. That led Mioha to the conclusion that the location of Voldemort's manor was supposed to remain secret, even to her.
Not even the room was real. Despite the warm colors of the walls and the wide windows letting in the fake sunlight, she could feel black magic twisting and worming its way through the building. She was in an evil place, a place where nothing good could happen to her.

However, there was one thing not even the enchanted sunlight could hide.
The pull of the moon. As Mioha's captivity continued, she felt the pull of the full moon get stronger. It was the only way for her to keep track of time, and she soon realized that almost a month had passed since she had been kidnapped.

It was hard not to get discouraged by that.
They'll find me, she kept telling herself, although her inner voice got more depressed each day. Being trapped and alone in the same room, day in, day out, was even worse than Mioha could imagine. The chains remained on her back at all times, never giving her the chance to stretch her wings. And besides the one encounter with Mr. Malfoy, Professor Snape and the Death Eater, Mioha had not seen anyone.

She started thinking about what options she had to escape, but her chances were slim of ever making it past the door without using magic. The windows were fake, they were basically enchanted walls, which meant the door was her only way out.

She could not even see through the windows what was going on because the enchanted windows granted her a view of endless blue ocean that stretched out into the horizon. Not even sounds passed into Mioha's room, giving her no opportunity to eavesdrop ok the guards by her door.

But how exactly her transformation on the full moon would occur was still unknown to her. She couldn't control it, which meant they couldn't really keep the chains on her while she transformed, unless she was supposed to have permanent burns on her back.

And what was even worse, was the uncertainty of knowing what Draco was up to.

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In the Council Room...
Minerva McGonagall tiredly rubbed her face as she looked at her pocket watch. It was getting near dawn and the meeting was no where near finished. If they kept this up, then this would mean another sleepless night. Her eyes darted up and took in the scene before her. Twenty Order members were present, among them the eldest Weasley sons, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Remus, Winston Dimitry, Tonks, Olympe, Kingsley and Alastor, as well as the Hogwarts staff. The reason for this meeting had been the continued absence of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley and the fruitless attempts of tracking them down.