The Watchers Destiny

Chapter 9- Malfoy Manor Once Again

This place was strange, it was not the place I once knew. Hogwarts around me seemed darker and colder. I was in the entrance hall and I could hear sobbing in the Great Hall. I walked to the doors curiously and peered in. There was only one person at the centre of the room, a Centaur. I went towards them, but they just stood there, unmoving, the sobbing still in the room, but not coming from the Centaur. As I came close they turned to face me and I found myself face to face with he Centaur that was at this moment trapped at Malfoy manor. I'd not seen him when I'd ventured into Voldemorts mind, only heard what was being said, but somehow I just knew it was the Centaur. His coat was a dark chestnut brown and his eyes sparkled blue.

"Caramela Wincrofft," they said in the old tongue.

"And you are?"

"Antonio," he said with a bow.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him.

"I want of you what only you can give."

"What is that?" I asked.

"Freedom. I ask of you to liberate me. I ask of you to release all of us who are imprisoned by the mercilessness of all the wizards. You saw some, the day Scimshaw took you to the Ministry, in other glass cages about you. They need rescue, as do I."

"I don't know if I can," I replied, "if I return and save you all, I am sure to get captured and killed."

"She who comes in the name of love is blessed indeed and those who try to take her are doomed. She who comes in the name of righteousness shall not be stopped. She who comes in the name of all that is good shall be praised by the choirs of a thousand nations. She who saves and spills blood for the ones she loves is the most blessed indeed."

The hall around me faded and I was left in the darkness of my dreams.

When I awoke in the morning with a new light in my eyes, I had to help the Centaur. Today as a good a day as any to go there, I would have to face Voldemort at some point, if he was even at Malfoy Manor. I could but hope.

I went down the stairs to find Charlie in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a cup of something hot in his hands. He smiled to me as I entered the kitchen and lent on the counter opposite him. Charlie ever so carefully placed his mug down and crossed his arms, studying me.

"I have to do something today," I said, "would it be alright for me to return tonight?"

"I don't see why not," he said with a shrug.

"Thank you, thank you so much," I said, a relieved smile on my face.

I went back up to my room and took my bag into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower, then getting dressed again and going back down stairs, my necklaces jingling with every step I took. When I reached the kitchen once again I felt my body slump to the ground, my right hand burning so badly, the scar from Draco's dark mark shining brightly on my palm. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I slipped from consciousness.

There was so much anger here. Before me was the Centaur, cowering in the corner of the cell beneath the grand hall of Malfoy Manor.

"Tell me, Centaur, tell me now! Who is She?" I demanded, but it was not my voice, it was Voldemort's. 

"She is coming, She is coming here, today. She is coming for you, She is coming for the man that fathers one of her cubs, for he is in danger in the near future."

"Who is She? Who is it that fathers one of her cubs?"

"He is here amongst your ranks. He is young. He knows he is in danger."