I yawn as I hand the last person in line their bottle. I was up all night attempting to brew this. I'm not sure it would work, but thankfully I had plenty of volunteers willing to give it a chance. Unfortunately I am unable to test it on myself.
The regular wolfsbane potion is too difficult and expensive to make in bulk. Plus having to distribute it for five days before the full moon to that many people would be near impossible. So this is my first attempt at an alteration of the potion. Unfortunately, despite my efforts, the ministry is still locking up everyone for this moon. Despite the fact that it is clearly illegal. That it's torture.
But Kingsley said until a full proof alternative is found, that they would continue with this treatment.
It makes me sick.
As soon as I pass out the last vial, I am roughly shoved into a cell. The man sneers and he shoves the bolt in place, locking me in for my second moon at the ministry. I strip and fold my clothes, shivering as I wait on the cold floor. My ears at the ready for what I might hear throughout the night. Would the potion work? Would it help at all?
I don't have to wait long before the noise begins.
The wailing and screams physically hurt. I try to resist the urge to claw at my ears, my own transformation hurting just as badly. When the shift completes, there is an eerie silence. It makes me uneasy, and I growl lowly, as if the silence is a threat. But then the the other wolves start to talk.
Unlike last moon, the noises are different, less tortured.
There's barking and howling, but that of loneliness and longing, not of pain. I wish I could see what is going on with everyone. I pace the cell as much as I can while staying away from the walls. I definitely took my time in Romania for granted. Running along the well worn mountain paths under the star studded open sky. Most of the wolves had probably never had such a freedom.
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The next morning, I am awoken by the sound of my cell door being opened. I groggily sit up, rubbing my eyes.
"Oh Merlin. Put some clothes on!" The person yelps, turning around. I scramble to my feet and grab my clothes. As I throw them on, I recognize the blonde hair.
"What are you doing here, Draco?" I ask, pulling my shirt over my head.
"I came to get you."
"Thanks for that, but where's Fred?"
"He said he had a meeting he couldn't get out of." Draco shrugs and I frown. Why didn't he tell me about this last night? I finish pulling on the rest of my clothes.
"I'm decent." I mumble, inspecting my body for injuries. I have a few burns from the silver, but nothing too bad.
"Good. Let's go. This place freaks me out." He shivers.
"No kidding." I snort, slipping out of the cell, careful not to touch anything. In the hallway, some of the other people are leaving their cells as well. I make eye contact with one of the people I gave a potion to. She hurries over to me, looking exhausted, but not too beat up.
"Thank you." She grabs my hands and holds them tightly. "While it wasn't perfect, this is the first time I've woken up here without practically bleeding out on the floor. Just a few minor scratches. And I actually remember snippets."
"It helped? It actually helped?" Tears prickle in my eyes. I had been hopefully, but kept my expectations low.
"Absolutely! While I think it could still use some work, it was already super helpful." She gives me a weak smile. "Thank you for fighting for us."
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Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape
FanfictionHazel Taylor is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. Things with Voldemort are escalating, and Umbridge is not helping anything. She's just trying to survive the year and make it through her Newts. But things don't exactly go as planned for this Huff...
