3rd May 1998
"Amara." Someone shakes me violently. "Amara wake up." I begin to stir, groaning from the sudden wake up call. "Amara wake the fuck up."
"Okay i'm fucking up." I shout back, shielding my eyes from the bleak light pouring through the window. Propping myself up on my elbows, I feel the dryness of my mouth more than ever, and my joints ache unbearably.
I'm quick to realise that no one is jumping about, and I assume that I wasn't awoken to a life or death situation. Pansy has made her way over to Enzo, and now is shaking the whole bunk to wake him. Mattheo is tugging at Draco on the bunk by the door, causing him to then jump up, smashing his head on the top bunk.
"What the fuck Riddle?" He punches him in the arm, holding his head with the other hand.
"We may or may not be slightly fucked." Theo replies for him, leaning against the door with a newpaper in his hand.
My mind immediately drops, but I keep my face steady, my mind racing with possibilities of what it reads.
"Well get on with it would you." Enzo jumps down from the top bunk, heading over to sit next to me.
Theo coughs, flicking the newspaper out to read it. Putting on a posher voice, he straightens his spine, and takes a step further into the small room. "Following the events of the Battle of Hogwarts, and the death of Wizarding Prodigy Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort's hold over the Wizarding World has never been more powerful." He looks up, and takes another step into the room.
I take a quick glance around the room. Pansy has picked up my hand, squeezing it tight as she hangs onto Theo's every word. Mattheo looks pissed off, Draco is concealing his emotions and Enzo is sprawled across the bed next to me.
Theo continues, hesitant this time. "Eager to keep his hold on the nation, a country-wide apparition ban has been placed over England, any witch or wizard aiming to apparate out of the country will most certainly fail, and the most powerful of which being splinched in the process." He looks up one more time, the humor completely fallen from his face. "Terror is spread nationwide, all witches and wizards are advised to take precaution, and await the following events." With that he slams the paper shut, chucking it down onto his bed.
No one says a thing. I envisioned chaos and shouting echoing through the room, but there is nothing. Silence seeps through all 6 of us, waiting for another to speak. If we can't apparate, our lives have just been made about 100 times harder than they already were.
"Well, fuck." Mattheo finally breaks the silence.
"It's fine. It's fine." Pansy stands, taking Theo's empty spot in front of the door. "We will go to Padstow, and we will find the safehouse, and it's going to be fine."
"Pansy." Draco takes a step towards her. "We can't apparate. Even when we try to make it to Padstow, what do you expect us to do if we get found? We can't outrun a pack of fucking death eaters on foot."
"What even is the plan anyway? Sit in that safehouse until we die?"
"Not fucking helping Lorenzo." Pansy retaliates, before turning her attention back to Draco. "What else do you suggest? Rot in this fucking hotel? I have an idea, if we get bored of each other, why don't we invite fucking Brenda up to join us?"
"Pansy's right mate." Mattheo stands. "We can't stay here, we have more chance of surviving in a safehouse than in this shithole. We can figure out next move once we get there."
Draco doesn't respond, he just looks at me. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes that is undetectable to most. He's scared. Nodding my head forward slightly, I give him a reassuring look. "We need to go soon." I stand. "The longer we wait, the most dangerous it will get."
"Well let's get on with it then." Draco replies, monotone.
"Yes let's pack up our multitude of belongings and go." Enzo jumps up. "Jumper, check." He picks up his school jumper, and pulls it over his head. "Anddd... that's it, lets go."
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We pack up quickly. Well we haven't got a lot of stuff to be honest. Pansy has a small bag, with an undetectable extensions charm. It would probably be more useful if we actually had things to put in it. Enzo also has a bag but i'm fairly sure it's empty. I still ache, as i'm sure everyone else does, but you learn to get over stuff like that in a situation like this.
"Ah Brenda, top of the morning." Theo calls to the woman at the front desk, saluting her as the rest of us head for the door.
"Did you have a nice stay sir?" She replies, holding her hand out for the key.
"Oh Brenda it was pretty shit to be honest, got to get some new mattresses or something."
"Oh." She seems taken aback. "Thankyou for your honest feedback."
"You are most welcome Brenda. Have a lovely day." Theo turns, smirking wildly and meets us in the doorway.
"A fucking strong obliviate you must have used on her, she must have been traumatised" Mattheo pushes him sideways once we all spill out into the street.
Wind blows gently down the streets, with a small bearable chill. It must be quite warm already. Still wet from the night rain, the cobbles underfoot are slightly slippery.
"Who do we think is going to fall first?" Pansy whispers to me.
"Theo."
"Nah Enzo."
"You'd be surprised. Theo will play it off, that's why you wouldn't notice. Enzo will go crashing down like he's been crucio'd in the back."
"Okay." Draco begins. "First off, we need stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Yeah, stuff."
"Helpful mate." Enzo adds.
"Don't 'mate' me Lorenzo."
"Oh shut the fuck up Draco." I'm sick of the shitty attitude constantly hanging around him. At least when I am rude to him, he doesn't fire back at me. He just falls silent. "Thankyou. What i'm assuming he means is supplies. Food. Water. Decent clothing."
"We can transfigure half that stuff, saves us robbing a muggle shop." Theo joins the conversation, scratching the back of his head.
"Exactly, but we need something to transfigure from." I continue.
"Clothes should be easy, just transfigure what we already have."
"Do you want to stop stating the obvious for a second Theo?"
He also falls silent at my words.
"Pansy's bag can hold lots of stuff with the extensions charm. We need to be practical, get things like a tent."
"Oh my god. I have a tent." Enzo interrupts, jumping into the middle of the group, forcing us to stop on the middle of the path. Reaching deep into his bag, he pulls at a white piece of fabric, poking it out the top of the zipper.
"What the fuck Lorenzo?" Draco exclaims.
"Why the fuck do you have a tent?" Mattheo joins.
"I was being practical." A sheer look of joy is plastered across his face.
"There's a first." Pansy scoffs, leaning onto her heels.
No one really knows how to move on from the conversation, all star struck staring at Enzo like he's a genius or something. Amongst the quiet, a faint rumbling sound start's up from our circle. Everyone recognises it, looking at one another for the next word.
Theo is the first to speak. "I'm starving."
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