Meant to Survive

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕍- 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥

ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒜ℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃 ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹

As I ended the call, our compartment was covered in dead silence. My face with my hands, my elbows on my knees. Pansy's hand on my back, petting it slightly. Malfoy looking at Pansy, Riddle looks at my back, Nate does the same. I tried to process her words, telling myself it's another of her lies to make me stay with her. Just like before.

"Ummm, Marta, soooo–do you know any spells?" Pansy broke the silence.

"No," I answered, coldly, not raising my head.

"And, what is your wand made of?" she asks.

"Fir wood and dragon heartstring," I reply sharp.

"Like Granger's, isn't it? You must be smart!" Malfoy mentions half sarcasticly.

"How do you know what Granger's wand is made of?" Me, Riddle, Pansy, and Nate ask in unison, on which Malfoy just rolls his eyes and looks at the wall beside him.

"What do you think your patronus is?" Pansy fights the silence.

"What's that?" I ask back, raising my head.

"Patronus is a powerful protective spell, that is personalized to each person. To be able to make patronus, you need to have a very powerful, good memory. To call patronus you have to say Expecto Patronum when thinking of that memory. Oh, and also every person has it's animal when calling patronus. It's also personal."

"Oh, okay. I don't know. What animals exist?" I mumbled, a little confused. Trying to take my mind of off things was my priority right now.

"The strongest patronus is Stag. Harry Potter has it. Then Phoenix-Dumbledore's. And 3rd one is Doe. Snape has it. Also, I heard rumors that Lily Evans Potter had it," Riddle joined the conversation.

"Who is Lily Eva–"

"Harry Potter's mother," Malfoy interrupted me.

"Marta?" Pansy called quietly, which made me turn to her, "Can I ask you a question? It might be a little personal," she asked, carefully like she's walking around fire. I nodded in response.

"You– to your aunt, you said that–that your family is all... dead," she asked, carefully, slowly, quietly. I exchanged glances with Nathan, who was sitting in front of me, before answering.

"It's true, but it's none of your business," I snapped.

"Ow, what's wrong with you? She didn't say anything bad," blondie hissed.

"All of my family, except my aunt and cousin, died. My parents, grandparents, and my little sister," I told them, baring the truth.

"What happened to them?" Riddle confronted me.

"None–"

"What happened to them?" He asked again.

"My grandparents and my father were fought and cut. Died because of major blood loss. I don't know much, I didn't see it, and–"

"You saw the other's deaths?" He asked, voice scared, surprised.

"I was with my grandma when grandpa was fought. Then with my parents when grandma was. My father was killed the same day as my mom, shortly before her. My mother was shot; in front of me. My– Ania, she was shot too. I've been present at both of the–eccidents. I survived everything." I said, mad. I was irritated with his curiosity and clinginess.

"It was hard to see and listen as your mother and sister were killed," Pansy, said, half questioning, half making a statement.

"For sure! They were screaming like pigs that were about to be cut into sausages. I would have cut my ears off," Malfoy mocked. My heart sank, the memories of the screams of my family rang in my ears. I wanted to stand up and slap that bastard, but Nate stopped me with putting his hand on top of mine.

"Why do you have a sick person in the group?" I whispered in Pansy's ear, but loud enough for blondie to hear it.

"You–"

"Before the man who was holding us captive shot my mother, he was trying to get something out of her, I don't quite remember. But I was curious. I mostly remember her scream from pain, but I don't know how he gave her that pain. He didn't quite hit her, or shot, I don't know. He just said something in Latin a few times, my mother screamed, and then he shot," I told them, all four listening.

"You never told me that..." Nate whispered to himself.

"I did," I rejected.

"No, you didn't,"

"Yes, I did,"

"No–"

"Do you exactly remember what he was saying in Latin?" Riddle boy interrupted us.

"Something like Cruc–" I started, getting my memories out from the back of my head.

"Crucio," Matteo said before me. I nodded, a questionable look on my face. A dead silence fell, everyone looking at Matteo who was looking at the floor.

"What else?" He asked, his eyes still on the floor.

"He asked me something about or– about Order," I said, stopping, realization coming to me, "he yelled the same thing to me and then pain, that felt like thousands of daggers were thrown into me, hit me, maybe three times. I thought he was hitting me or shot me, I don't know. And then I passed out,"

"Oiii, Marta!" Pansy yelled and hang on my neck, taking me in a very, very tight hug that made it hard to breath. I started to hit slightly her arms so she let's go, which she didn't do.

"Pansy, you are gonna strangle her now. We don't want to have a dead body of Blackford in our compartment," Malfoy ordered.

"Can you explain to me what's wrong?" I asked, after Pansy let me go. She took my hand in her's instead, but it was better than a deadly tight hug.

"Cruciatus is one of the 3 Unforgiveable curses. Cruciatus technically states I torture. Not all people survive Crucio for 3 times in a row, with out, at least, fall into coma for a few weeks in the list. And you...you awoke 3 days later, not even from a coma, and was recovering from a few broken ribs and being shot," Nate explained.

"What are the other 2 curses?" I asked, curious for more.

"Imperio, I control. You can make anyone you cast it onto do anything you want. To kill someone, strangle, say something, even make hate the loved person. And they won't be able to protest, not everyone. Only strongest wizards can protest and Imperus curse," Riddle said.

"The third one is Avada Kedavra," Nate picked up, "I kill."

"The one Potter survived, is it?" I asked. Nate confired with a nod.

"It– it means the people who– who killed my mother were wizards?" I mumbled to myself.

"What happened to your sister?" Pansy asked.

"Was shot and tortured. They hit her, threw her around, used magic as I understand now, and made me watch. Then, they killed her. They wanted the information I didn't know. They didn't believe what I said. They shot her too, at the end."

"Bloody hell," Riddle boy exclaimed quietly. A dead silence occurred again, right until we arrived to Hogwarts...

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠?

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