The Final

Chapter Six

The day finally came. Potion was finished and we chose who we were going to be. I had chosen a muggleborn girl that is suppose to be interviewed.

She willing gave me a lock of her hair and wand. Her hair is black with a couple blue streaks. And she has electric blue eyes. A few inches taller than me.

"I'll take another," she informs me. She has an American accent. "As long as you beat You-know-who."

"Tell me what I need to know."

"Name is Thalia Grace. Sixteen years old. Ran away and usually travel in a small group. Lived in America all of my life. Just don't speak. Also, don't go down without a fight."

"Okay. Leave as soon as you can."

I drink the Polyjuice Potion and run into a stall. It takes a lot of will power not to loose my breakfast.

"Are you okay?" Thalia asks.

"Yeah. I just need one of your outfits."

She hands me a 3 Doors Down shirt and torn jeans. I also have to wear her combat boots and black jacket. I shove my clothes in my bottomless bag and walk out of the stall.

"Is that how I look like?" Thalia asks. I look into the mirror and we look the same. I nod my head.

"Now run and find your friends," I advise her.

"One last touch."

She puts a silver tiara on my head.

"If you ever in America," she offers, "look up the Hunters."

With that, she leaves. Who are the 'Hunters'? I forget about it and head to where I need to meet the trio.

"C?" I hear Harry's voice. I look to see an adult with dark hair and eyes.

"Harry?" I ask. He nods his head.

"Why did you choose..."

"So no one suspects me."

"Just do what needs to be done."

I smile and take off running. Someone stops me. He is clearly a Grabber, one who finds those on a certain list.

"You're coming with, Thalia," he says. He grabs my arm and try to pull away.

"Don't struggle," he grumbles. "It makes it harder and I don't want to hurt that pretty face of yours."

I step on his foot and spit in his face. He grabs my hair and start pulling me. I let a yelp, but no one seems to notice.

I'm a teenage girl being pulled my hair, and no one cares. Well, I hope they die of an extremely painful curse.