I pick up the whole bike thing quite easily. As long as you go at a steady pace and keep the handlebars straight, the bikes keeps going. The rest of them get it quite easily, a part from Draco who is visibly wobbling and denying the fact that he needs a bit more help than the rest of us. We seemed to have arranged ourselves in a staggered line, even though the path is quite narrow and people are coming at us from the other direction.
"Mattheo move over or you'll cause a crash." Pansy shouts as Mattheo swerves and nearly smashes right in the side of some dog walkers.
I drop back, along with Draco, to form a second line so we become less of a hazard.
"What do these do?" Draco shouts forward, indicating to the numbers and the rotating thing on the handlebars.
"Uhhh, I don't know." Enzo shouts back.
"I thought you knew stuff about bikes." I reply.
"Not a very complex knowledge."
"You can say that again." Pansy interrupts. I can't see her face but she's probably rolling her eyes.
Something about this whole thing is refreshing. We've sped up, and the wind barrels at us, blowing my hair from my face, sending chills down my whole body. I like the feeling. Nothing seems to matter now.
We come over the top of a hill, and begin to fly down the other side. I hear the shouts and calls from my friends. It's like everything has disappeared and we can finally be free. I think I even saw Draco smile.
I think he feels like a child. We never got that luxury. Ever since we were old enough, the pressure exerted on us from our Father was ever-growing. We never got the chance to act our age, we always had to be at least 5 years older. But now, we can be 5 years younger.
"This is nice." Mattheo shouts at me, almost drowned out by the wind.
"Freeing." I shout back.
"All i need now is a cigarette."
"You can say that fucking again." Theo calls from the front.
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The air seems to shift around here. The wind blows colder, and it whistles, almost howls as it cuts through the trees. Turning a noticeably darker shade of grey, the sun disappears behind a wave of clouds, sending a chill down to us.
Everyone else picks up on it, the smiles falling from their faces as their heads turn up to the sky.
A distinct howling sound comes from behind us, and I turn my head, just in time to see 2 figures come soaring down from the sky. There are encased in a black mist, signaling the distinct sight of death eaters. They've found us.
"Fuck." Someone shouts from ahead. Our legs begin to pedal faster, carrying us quicker, but never as quick as the death eaters. They appear right behind us within seconds.
I only learnt to drive this bike about and hour ago, driving it 1 handed wasn't apart of the deal.
Most of us quickly pull our wands from out pockets, throwing occasional spells behind to try and deter them. They can't hex us properly while flying, but our curses keep them from crashing into us or trying to knock us off. I haven't got my wand out yet, my mind flickering back a forth too the dark mark on my arm.
Eventually, the spells become even more inaccurately thrown, and they begin to get closer to us.
"I HAVE AN IDEA!" I shout ahead.
"GO ON THEN." Draco shouts back, launching a 'BOMBARDA' to my right.
"TRUST ME. STOP FIRING SPELLS AT THEM."
"ARE YOU MAD?"
"TRUST ME."
Reluctantly, everyone lowers their wands and begin to steady their bikes.
Grappling for the wand in my pocket, I wait, only a few seconds, until I know they are both close enough for me not to miss. I pull the wand violently, throwing my hand back to shout "REDUCTO!"
My curse hits one directly in the chest, sending him flying back into his companion. They fly back almost out of sight, ending in a heap on the floor.
"WOAHH." Someone shouts from in front of me. Someone else whistles.
However, I'm not paying much attention as I try hard not to react to the intense burning sensation snaking down my forearm. It feels like a knife being dragged under my skin, carving out the skull and the snake, ready to be ripped from my arm.
"AMARA you fucking genius." Someone shouts, I think it's Pansy.
"Amara?" This one sounds more like a question.
Snapping myself back to reality as the sensation fades slightly, I look up to see everyone has slowed down and are struggling to keep looking back without wobbling.
"Yeah, all good, I think something in the bike's... spinning thing... jolted when I sent the curse." I lied through my teeth, trying to get out of the situation. Locking eyes with Enzo, I have the overwhelming urge to say something.
"Uh Enzo can you come and take a look." I lower my head, sending him a look which I hope is received correctly.
"I can help if you need." Mattheo calls over his shoulder.
"You learnt how to drive a bike like 5 minutes ago." I retort back, a smile flickering on my face through the pain.
"Yeah well-"
"Oh Mattheo you can barely drive it in a straight line. Focus on getting that first." Enzo slows down, dropping into last place beside me. Everyone else continues, not far ahead as they wait to see the problem is solved.
"What's going on." Enzo says quietly.
I'm conscious we may still be heard, so i try hard to disguise my words. "Uh well." I place my hand over the bar, letting my wrist rest on the grip. "I think it's to do with the number bits, here next to the handle bar." I push my hand forward, letting my sleeve catch on the grip and pull up slightly.
The dark mark is almost alive. Not like usual, the serpent isn't moving from the mouth like usual, it just glows a dark green. Vein-like lines of black ink snake down my arm to my wrist, i can feel them doing the same towards my elbow. They also glow a deep green, and you can almost see the magic pumping through them.
Enzo doesn't react widely, his jaw drops ever-so slightly, but remains focused. "Yeah i see the issue."
"Glad to hear." I retract my arm, pulling the sleeve back down and taking hold of the other handle bar.
"And this is happening because?" He continues, quietly.
"I think it was the magic." I say, at a normal volume, before lowering my voice to finish with, "I think he's tracking me."
"Tracking you?"
"Through my magic. Through the dark mark."
"But we thought that he can only do that if-"
"If he completed the spell."
"But surely he doesn't have all the components to do that."
"That's what I thought but, I don't know."
A moment of silence fills the gap as we pedal beside each other, not knowing what to say.
"Did you fix it?" Draco shouts back at us.
"Yeah, sorted." I shout back, removing the subject from between us. "We should catch up."
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Flee from Freedom - (mattheo riddle)
Fanfiction"I never wanted to not want you" Voldemort has won, he's done it. Harry Potter is dead, the order is diminished, and it was all for nothing. All the betrayal from his own side, from the children he sent as spies, yet it all amounted to nothing. Now...
