Mudblood on the Run

Chapter Six: Freya and the Longing

Author's Note: I took some of the facts from "The Scarf" On fanfiction.net, so I give credit to the author of that fanfic.

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"Isabella?" Scabior whispered in the darkness of the tent.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

I was laying on the floor, where I had fallen asleep last night. Scabior wasn't on the matress; he was right over me.

"I need you to do me a favor." He whispered. I looked up at him. He was dressed, and had my bag in his hands.

"What is it?" I asked. He sighed deeply.

"You know that I don't want to turn you in right?" He said. His eyes were closed, and it looked like he was having trouble finding the right words.

"Yes." I answered.

"The only way I can do that, is if you're here under a purpose." Scabior said, still not opening his eyes.

"And?" I pressed him to continue. He took a sharp breath, and looked me in the eye.

"I've dicided that I'm going to say you're here to serve me. Which will mean-"

"I swear, if you're going to use me as, like, a sex slave or something, you can just turn me in now." I interrupted him.

"No, everybody will think that. But you'll just stay with me all the time. Everybody has to think that. All the snatchers have had a slave at one point. Two still do." Scabior replied, closing his eyes again.

I thought for a minute. Do I want to be seen as some whore, or do I want to be sent to Azkaban?

"What do I have to do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You have to be beside me, do whatever I tell you, and sleep with me." He started, with a pained expression. He then added, "And I'll have to be harsh to you. Only when someone is around though."

I groaned loudly. I thought of why he would be doing this, when something occured to me.

"You're only doing this because of Annabella aren't you?" I asked him. I got up from the ground, and stood right in front of him. He looked at me. Then he nodded.

"Well, then, you might as well get rid of me now, or treat me like I'm my own person. I don't like being given these 'opportunities' because you fell in love with my bloody sister!" I yelled. He just stared at me.

"News flash: I'm not Annabella! Just because I look like her, and you're some love sick, depressed man, doesn't mean you can pretend you care about me! As much as I like not going to the ministry, if this is why I'm not there, you can kiss my ass. I don't want to be saved because of her! As much as I love her, don't you dare keep me because of her! You're only keeping me because I remind you of Annabella, aren't you?" I ranted. He nodded again, this time looking at the floor.

"I'm my own person. I'm not Annabella. Do not save me beause of her. I will never be a replacement for your Annabella." I said softer, knowing that my last words were pulling at his heart. He nodded again.

"Are you going to speak?" I asked, bending over to be in his line of vision.

"I won't keep you for Annabella." He said strongly.

Even though I was asking him to say these words, they still made my heart sink when he said them.

"We're going to the ministry, then?" I asked, taking my bag out of his hand. He shook his head no.