The Moon Cursed Child

Chapter Twenty Three: A Visit From the Trio

Time has flown and it's already half way through March. Training has got ten times better and we have gained one new recruit. That makes 14 now but three are still a little edgy. It's Easter holidays for Hogwarts students now and Draco decided to drop by and give me another update on the world outside his darn mansion. A few wizards helping out Harry have been reported dead or imprisoned. This includes Hagrid, Hogwarts gamekeeper and teacher of the magical creatures class and Luna's father. 

Everything was going to what the Death Eaters call, "smoothly" until, they spot a small group of snatchers dragging three people up to the mansion.

The vampires are ushered away and I am dragged back to my cell in the Malfoy basement. We make it down the stairs just before the snatchers drag in their captives. 

I listen carefully trying to figure out what's going on, and if I'm not wrong, one of the captives sounds like Hermione Granger. I get a sick feeling in my gut as I listen to arguing and voices upstairs. The voices get louder and quiet for several seconds before someone... or some people coming stomping down the stairs. 

Wormtail, Ron Weasley and an ugly boy pass by and I can't seem to keep my jaw tight. They smell very strongly of blood.... Ron's eyes meet my own and he gives me a very confused look. The ugly boy also stares back at me with a glare. I wonder who he is? His hair is dark and he's shorter than Ron....  

What's going on? Normally with things like this, I'm just left outside with the others or sent off to fight some wizards. Something is wrong... or very right. 

I sit down on the ugly little cot and listen carefully to what's going on around me. I can hear Ron talking to someone in the other room but can't pick up their words. I know there are other captives down here as well but I don't actually know who. 

Wormtail passes by again and I hiss threateningly at him. His gait falters slightly as he looks over at me and glares back and keeps going. I lick my teeth tasting blood from my last meal and feel a prick of self-consciousness before shoving it away. It's normal for vampires to eat live things. 

It's then that I hear an agonizing scream from the upper floor. I shudder slightly and glare up at the ceiling. Why must they always make so much racket? They're always torturing people up there, it's ridiculous. 

Then Draco glides past the cell and doesn't spare me a glance. I glare dagger into his back as he passes. He fetches a goblin and they march past without looking my way. I stand back up and zip over to the door. The screams worsen and before I can even register what's going on, someone apparates out of the cell next door. With the loud crack, Wormtail comes rushing back down the stairs. I hear a struggle down the hall and then Ron and none other than Harry Potter rush past. I internally scream at them for leaving me here but I know deep down, this life has been my own choice. 

I sit back down on the cot and drop my head into my hands. There's no use fretting about it, I can't help them. I'm stuck in this stupid cell and Bellatrix has my wand. 

Suddenly, there's another loud crack and a funny looking little house elf appears before me. I jerk backwards in surprise and he holds a little finger to his lips. 

"Dobby has come to help you." He whispers. 

He then gives me a bright little smiles and darts over to me. He takes my hand, and before I can even process what's going on, we've apparated. 

We land rather heavily on a beach and I sink to my knees. I look over at him in shock and he jogs a few feet away and stops to look at me again. 

"I'll be right back." He says in his squeaky voice.