Mudblood on the Run

Chapter Eight: Evolving

“Anna- I mean Isabella, it’s time to wake up.” Scabior said as he shook me awake. I opened my eyes and growled at him

“Please tell me you did not just call me Annabella.” I said lowly. He looked at me, then turned and walked out of the tent.

That Bastard.

Lately, Scabior has been getting on my nerves. He’s been acting funny, and sometimes calling me Annabella. I hate being here now. Before, I thought I could make it work, but now, I can’t stand it.

I feel so bad for Freya too. She’s a fifteen year old girl who’s being forced to have sex with someone who looks to be forty, and now, because of it, is eight months pregnant. I’ve been thinking of ways I can help her. The only option that could possibly work would be to wait until the protective walls are down, then take Freya and run like hell.

I don’t know where we would go, and the first place that popped into my mind was Hogsmeade.

I don’t know why, but I had this horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen, like a war. I know we are currently in a state of war, but I mean like a battle.

I plan on being in that battle.

Freya and I have gotten really close. I’ve told her about Annabella, About Matt, and my mixed feelings for Scabior. She seemed to understand pretty well about how Scabior fell in love with my sister and reminds me of it every second by keeping me in this dammed camp.

That’s the other thing that’s been getting on my nerves. I don’t understand how Scabior and fall in love with a girl, then when the girl dies, turn around, and start acting all lovey-dovey with her twin sister. I can’t even comprehend his line of thinking. It completely pisses me off, too. I hate being in the same room as him because he reminds me of Annabella. I know he only keeps me here to hold on to a piece of her.

Annabella. That’s another thing that pisses me off. Why didn’t she tell me about her and Scabior? They were only dating for 5 years. And she’s only my twin sister who used to tell me everything. I’m starting to doubt that. How can I believe her when she lied to me about a major part of her life? I mean, she didn’t completely lie. She told me she had a boyfriend but she didn’t tell me everything about him.

I was snapped out of my day dreaming world by Freya.

“Hello? Earth to Bella.” She said. I glanced up at her, and saw in her eyes just how exhausted she was. And that reminded me of how I needed to get her out of this place.

“Sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts for a minute there.” I said. Freya made a tsk tsk sound and we laughed.

“What were you thinking about?” Freya asked me, taking my hand and pulling me out of the tent.

“Stuff.” I said. I was in no mood to start taking me anger out on her. She squeezed my hand.

“Talk to me Bella. Just start talking, tell me what’s bothering you. On the count of three, just let it go. Ready? One, two, three.”

"I want to forget everything! I want someone to completely erase my memory, so I can start over. So I can forget about being a wizard, about Annabella, about Matt, about Scabior, about being a Mudblood, about everything. I just want to forget." I said, on the verge of tears.

In the time I had been spending with Freya, I had told her about my sister, Annabella, about Matt, and about my mixed feelings for Scabior. She seemed to understand my situation about Scabior falling in love with my sister, and reminding me of it every second by keeping me here.

"You shouldn't forget. After this war is over, Muggle borns are going to be Ministers, inventors, qudditch players, and hold all powerful jobs. After this war, you're going to be proud that you're Muggle born." Freya said, wrapping an arm around me. "I'm already proud to be a Muggle born. I think it makes a stronger wizard. They have more to learn." Freya said, trying to sooth me.