Misplaced (slow updates)

-8-

-a week into Christmas break-

I will never complain about that cabinet again, I was on the edge of insanity, the drilling, the razors, the knifes, the digging, it all took its toll, I couldn't stand, couldn't move, only think.

Bellatrix did get bored with the Cruiatus curse and decided slicing and punching was fun for a while, but she always went back to the torture curse.

But I never broke, if I had that was the end for me.

My brain was the only functioning thing in my body, but I know one more dose of the forbidden medicine and I would go properly insane. Why would my father need me after I am no longer functioning? Is this all he planned for me, to wound Harry, I mean it might work, might. If not for the fact that he made me ghost him.

I didn't want to die, but I now understand why people side against my father, he is a bad person-thing. But I needed to stay loyal because of my blood, because of his blood, because we both had the same strands of DNA running through our veins, stupid science.

I was on the wet soggy ground of the small dark cell, just waiting for it all to end, would insanity be peaceful or chaotic, well I'll find out soon enough. The door of bars opens, the tapping feet on the ground move slowly toward me, leaning down to look me in the eye.

"Time for a field-trip deary" she pulls me up by my hair, I grunt at the motion, waiting to be whisked away into the black cloud of death and destruction.

And so I was, we travelled for a while, over forests, under bridges, all the way to a field of yellow grass.

I knew the field, I knew the oddly shaped house that stands in the middle of it.

The burrow.

Bellatrix landed us just on the outskirt of the opening to the house, leaning me against her, she held me up from falling to the ground.

"No speaking or more fun okay?" she whispers into my ear, watching the house for movement.

It's not like I could speak if I wanted to, I maybe had a few words left but it would end with my insanity.

Movement.

The front door opening, revealing four people, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Author Weasley and Molly Weasley. Remus stared out into the bush, glancing across Bellatrix and myself, the witches wand digging into my jaw as a warning not to make a sound, Tonks and Molly speaking.

"It was delicious, Molly, really" Tonks thanked the older woman.

The older woman stared around like Remus, replying to Tonks as she met her eye, "are you sure you wont stay?" Molly offers, grabbing Tonks' hand.

"No we should go, the first night of the cycle is always the worst," She informs Molly, the older woman glancing between the couple before nodding.

"Remus?" Author speaks up, all four watching the tall grass move in the windy night.

"Sweetheart?" Tonks tries to get the focus of the former Professor.

I stop focusing on the four at the door, looking up at the house, into all the windows, I find Harry staring out of one before turning away facing... Ginny.

The four at the door still focused on the scenery, watched as a large flaming swirl of black smoke falls from the sky, twisting and plummeting onto the grass, circling the house in a prison of flames.

"Time to shine" Bellatrix hisses, whisking us back up into the sky before dropping us down in the circle of flames.

The entire house is put into action, everyone heading to the front door, Harry getting there first, standing before everyone as they process what is standing before their eyes.