Mayhem - G.Weasley

3. Dream of Me

Ivy was beyond exhausted. She had hiked for a full day on zero hours of sleep. The train track was never ending. It went on for miles with no station to rest.

She paused for a moment, sitting down on the track to rest her legs. Ivy pulled out a water bottle and took a sip, it was slightly warm from baking in the sun, but it refreshed her nonetheless.

She looked up and gauged the suns position. About thirty more minutes and the sun would set.

She debated whether or not to keep going. But the jello in her legs said otherwise.

Resting it is.

Ivy picked up a particularly sharp white rock along the tracks. She drew and arrow on the rails in the direction she was meant to head, just so she wouldn't get confused or lost when she woke.

Ivy shakily stood up, a light wave of nausea crossed over her before settling. When she was sure it was over, she set into the nearby forest. She only went a few feet in, enough for her to be covered, but not far enough for her to lose sight of the tracks.

Ivy picked an average sized tree with a nice thick branch, perfect for her to rest. It was about fifteen feet off the ground and covered by a dense foliage. She shook her bag off her shoulders, her back sore from carrying the weight around all day.

She withdrew the bundle of rope and took one last chug of her first water bottle. She donned another sweatshirt and a jacket, and stepped into a pair of sweatpants over her jeans. She knew better than to risk a fire, it'd be a dead giveaway.

Ivy climbed, nearly slipping a few times as her legs were about to give out. She gritted her teeth as she forced her limbs to get her to that branch.

Why did she ever stop working out?

She'd have to remedy that wherever she was going.

Ivy threw her head back against the trunk of the tree with a sigh. She was panting harder than she would have liked, but she made it. Ivy unraveled the rope and chucked it around the width of the tree trunk. Grabbing hold of the other end she tied them together around her waist. Once secured, she shifted so she could relax her legs out in front of her. She moved her backpack up so it could be used as a pillow as she tried to sleep upright.

Her wand was in her right hand, a knife in the left. She gripped them tightly and surveyed her surroundings one more time before closing her eyes. The sounds of the forest awakening lulling her to sleep.

It didn't take long before sleep overcame her.

She just hoped she didn't sleep past sunrise.

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"Please, PLEASE STOP!"

Ivy had never felt such pain in watching her family be tortured.

Their screams were deafening. Her older brother was fighting the spell, refusing to let out a noise louder than a groan.

"WHERE IS SHE?" The man who had broke into their home stopped the spell, allowing her family a moment of reprieve. She couldn't see this man from her position. But her spine tingled nonetheless at his deep guttural voice.

"I don't know." Her dad gritted through panted breaths.

Her brothers eyes found hers through the closet hidden compartment in which she was hiding. Both of his eyes were a green, similar to Ivy's. Endless love shone through his irises.

Almost as if he were. . . Saying goodbye.

"You'll never find her!" He spat, his eyes never finding hers again. "She's long gone."