The days turned into weeks as Jamie plotted her escape, trying to find any time where she was alone. She knew in order to escape she would need one of two things to happen: One- Her father forget to take her wand away after one of his lessons, or two- she could find some floo powder, and use a lit fireplace to get out of there; the first one sounded more likely, although her father was very attentive and never forgot to take it away. Jamie became restless, knowing that freedom was just out of arms reach. From what she could discover, it was late April or early May. Although there were never any papers lying around, Jamie believed it was one way her father liked to control her, even if it was almost insignificantly small. Every day at nine, she would meet her father down in the study, and they would duel, or practice spells of his choosing. If he was unable to, Jamie would spend her time in the library, reading his assigned books. He allowed her access to the library, the surrounding property, and her room. Jamie spent much of her time wandering around in the bright spring days, but felt a building frustration, her plan was set, but she could not act on it. Hiding her feelings from her father had to be the most challenging part. She often saw him looking at her, as though he wished to read her thoughts, but with no grounds for doing so, he remained only wary. Jamie could feel the tension between them building, and it was only a matter of time before he found some reason to invade her mind. She knew if she were going to act, it would have to be within a week.
It was a bright spring afternoon; her father had finished his lesson on cursed objects with her, and let her wander the grounds. She was strolling along the fence line, brushing up against the large hedges that bordered it when a voice startled her.
"Jamie!" She heard someone hiss through the bushes. She froze, looking around. None of the death eaters were outside right now, but she couldn't be sure they weren't watching.
"I have to keep walking, follow me.. I know a place where they can't see." She hissed back. She walked quickly along the fence, hoping they could keep up. She had found a place that you couldn't see from the house; it was right behind a large oak tree, but it was only a few feet wide. She crossed into the spot, and slipped into the bushes. She looked around for a moment, wondering if it was her imagination, then two heads appeared out of no where. Fred and George grinned at her as they pulled off the invisibility cloak. She smiled at them.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" She said genuinely.
"No time for that lovey-dovey crap." Fred said, rolling up his sleeves and pulling out a vial. He poured it onto three of the metal bars of the fence, causing them to melt away, making a hole large enough for her to fit through.
George held a hand out.
"Come on!" He hissed.
"Wait a moment!" She whispered back.
"Do you have a knife? Or anything sharp?"
They both exchanged looks which questioned her sanity. Jamie rolled her eyes.
"Not now guys! I don't know how much time we have!" She said anxiously. Fred handed her a small pocketknife through the gap.
"I don't know why you nee-" Fred let out a gasp as Jamie sliced her finger open. She rolled her eyes at him again.
"Watch." She said, rolling up her sleeve and exposing the bracelet.
She pressed the bleeding finger to the latch and it sprang open.
"Wow, we were just going to pour instant acid on it.. but that seems much safer." Fred said thoughtfully. Jamie flung the bracelet to the ground and climbed out after them. They tucked the invisibility cloak over the three of them, and they jogged a few paces away from the house. Jamie grabbed Fred's arm and together all three of them apparated away.
