Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter XLIV

Hogwarts, Unplottable Location, Scotland, Great Britain

Thursday the 24th of June 1995

10:00 PM

"HELP ME!"

The scream silenced all and everyone turned to look at three siblings. Bella's voice had emerged from their mouths, in unison and they all looked like they were in pain. Blaise slashed his wand down, hissing a Cutting Curse under his breath.

His pants leg ripped away from the knee down and the skin on his leg was a bright red. He hissed in pain as he touched his hand to it. It looked as if someone was drawing in gold ink on his tan skin. He growled as Hermione ripped away her sleeve. Draco groaned and was holding his back.

"Are you guys okay?" Maya asked. Sirius was frowning.

"What's happening?" Sirius asked.

"Our…sister…in trouble…" hissed out Draco. Sirius blinked.

"What do you mean in trouble?" Remus demanded as Sirius wasn't responding well to the news. He seemed shocked. Hermione shook, violently.

"She called for us. She's calling for us. Right now. She needs us" Hermione whispered. Draco rolled his shoulders back and Blaise was staring in wonder at the tattoo that extended up his entire left leg. Hermione looked down and saw the two prongs on the end of it.

"What is that?" she asked through the burning of her tattoo.

"A spear…" Blaise whispered. Hermione blinked and she stared at the dark sky.

"Draco…we need to get to her."

"No…just wait. We'll get to her when she screams for us. She is Victory, Mione. She will conquer" Draco said, calmly.

Hermione could only hope that he was right.

Graveyard, Godric's Hollow, West Country, England

Thursday the 24th of June 1995

10:02 PM

Gellert Grindelwald observed the girl tied to the statue of her parents and her younger self. She looked slightly fearful yet determined. Her bright green eyes held the terror yet was overshadowed by sheer defiance.

He could see how she was the fated Angel that would deliver the Dark.

But all in good time, he reminded himself.

He had to bring her over slowly, if at all. It was Tom, no Voldemort at the moment, that would ultimately make her choose. He could see the fascination in her eyes when speaking to him when he looked as he did. He wondered, briefly, how she looked at him when he looked as normally did.

"My wand, Bellatrix…" Gellert said, softly. Bellatrix bustled towards him with the 15 inch wand. She backed away, bowed, as he took the possession from her. Gellert turned sharply to turn to Bella Potter.

"It is time…to call them back, Voldemort" Gellert said, softly. Voldemort inclined his head and crooked a long finger at Bellatrix. She rushed forward, rolling up her sleeve as Voldemort pressed a finger to the Dark Mark on her left arm. She was panting in pleasure at the pain coursing through her body.