Mudblood on the Run

Chapter Ten: Turning Points

As I was lying next to Scabior, a remarkable thought came to me that I hadn’t thought of before:

Scabior loved me.

I smiled to myself, and quickly fell asleep.

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I awoke early the next morning to screams coming from outside. Scabior knocked me off of the mattress in his mad dash to get outside. I pulled on some jeans and a tank-top and followed Scabior out of the tent flap. Someone called Scabior’s name.

“Oi! Scabior! Dey walked ride indo de enchandmends! De’re Mudbloods too!” One of the snatchers I didn’t know called. I looked to where he was pointing to see a group of eight standing on the edge of the enchantments, immobile. Scabior ran over to them, and pulled out his wand. An idea occurred to me… If the enchantments are down… Freya and I can get out.

“Freya?” I whisper-yelled. “Freya, where are you?”

“What?” She whispered back, stepping out from her tent.

“We need to leave.” I said to her as I grabbed her arm. “Now.”

She stumbled as I pulled her, but quickly regained her footing. I wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but I knew that we could possibly be living in the forest, and having my old, beat-up back pack would be a good thing. And my wand could possibly save our lives. I pulled Freya into Scabior’s tent, and for the first time, I looked at what she was wearing.

She had short-shorts and a tank top with no shoes. If we were going to be running in the middle of April at dawn, she was going to have some hypothermia issues. I thought of what I could do for her. Going back to her tent was not an option. I grabbed my bag from the corner and started pulling things out of it. When I found my sweatpants and t-shirt, I threw them to her. I then gave her my running shoes, planning on wearing Scabior’s boots.

Freya quickly changed into the clothes, and stuffed hers into the bag. I kept the jeans I was wearing on, and pulled Scabior’s button-up flannel shirt on, leaving it open over my tank-top. I found Scabior’s combat boots, and put socks and the shoes on.

Scabior either has really small feet, or I have really big ones… his boots fit me perfectly.

“He gave you your wand back?” Freya asked in astonishment, holding the 14 inch, willow, unicorn hair wand in front of her face.

“He never took it. Listen, Freya, we really should get going. We’re going to run a little bit so nobody grabs me while apparating… so be prepared to run, okay?” I asked her, taking my wand from her hands. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a child.” She said. I mentally sighed. I walked forward, grabbed the bag and Freya’s arm, and pulled open the tent flap. I took four steps when we were spotted.

“And where do you two think you’re going?” Freya’s snatcher said, somewhere to my close right.

“Run!” I whisper-yelled to Freya, as I pulled her in the opposite direction of the snatcher.

“Get them!” The snatcher called. I began to sprint as fast as I could, and with being the best sprinter on the Muggle track team in my youth, I had a great advantage. I easily outran all of the snatchers, and when they realized this they started firing spells at me. I began to fire them back, trying my hardest not to harm Freya, who was barely outrunning the snatchers. I shot a stupefy at them, but missed. A spell came flying over my shoulder, and I had to dive roll to avoid it. I quickly regained my footing and kept running.

When I thought there was enough space in between me, Freya and the snatchers, I turned quickly on my heel, apparated to where Freya was, grabbed her, and apparated again.

When we landed, we were on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Freya severely stumbled, falling to her knees and vomiting on the pavement.

“Pregnancy, first time apparating, and Freya do not mix.” She said, wiping her mouth on her arm. She smiled at me, giving a small laugh. I laughed quietly along with her.

There was an eerie chill over the air, and I looked for the source but couldn’t find one. There were death eaters patrolling the streets, and they hadn’t seen us yet. I touched Freya on the arm to get her attention, then moved and pressed myself against the nearest building. With the angle the sun was at, Freya and I were completely in shadows. I kept walking, keeping my back to the wall. After crossing two intersections, and walking for ten minutes, we had reached my favorite place in Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosmerta and I had grown very close in my years at Hogwarts and we stayed in touch after I had graduated. I touched Freya’s arm again and nodded in the shop’s direction. We looked both ways, and sprinted across the street, quickly hurling open the door and moving inside.

“I have nothing for you lot! I gave it to you all yesterday! Go! Leave!” A voice called. I smiled, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Rose?” I asked, with a stupid smile on my face.

“Isa?” She called back, from somewhere behind the bar. Rose stood up, exposing her old woman-like figure. “Oh, Isa! How nice to see you!”

She hobbled around the bar and hugged me. She kissed my cheeks and her eyes drifted to Freya.

“Anna- This isn’t Annabella, is it?” She asked. She started to say Annabella’s name, but stopped when she realized it wasn’t her. My smile faded.

“No, Rose. This is Freya. Annabella passed away last year.” I told her glumly. Her smile faded as well.

“How sad. I’m sorry, Isa. But, what did you say this young one’s name was? Frigga? Freya?” Rose asked, moving over to where Freya was.

“Freya Kerstin Melson.” Freya said confidently. Rose went in to hug Freya, then kissed her cheeks.

“Are you pregnant, dear? How far along are you?” Rose asked Freya. Freya smiled hugely, and rubbed her stomach.

“I should be due any day now. I’m about nine months.” Freya said. Rose smiled at her, and I swear she squealed a little.

“Er, Rose?” I asked timidly. Rose turned to me.

“Yes, Isa?” Rose responded to me.

“You know that I’m muggle born, right?”

“Oh yes, dear. I also know that you probably want to stay here until this prejudice stops? Well, you can. I have a room upstairs for you.” Rose said, seeming to read my mind, for the millionth time. I smiled.

“Thank you. Thank you, so much, Rose. You have no idea how much of a help you are.” I told her.

“Oh, no problem, Isa. Sit, sit. Have some tea.” Rose said, rushing back behind the bar and coming back with a tray of cups, a teapot, and some cookies. Freya began to eat hungrily, and I took slow bites of my cookie.

My thoughts drifted to Scabior, and whether or not he was worried about me, or even if he knew I was gone. My thoughts then drifted to Harry Potter, Ron something and Hermione something. I hadn’t thought about them in a long time. I wondered whether or not they made it out of that mansion alive, and even if they were still alive. I wondered if they had completed their task that was so secret.

“Bella?” Freya asked softly. I looked up at her.

“How long was I spaced out?” I asked her.

“A while.” She said, in a high pitched, girlish voice.

“What did you need, Freya?” I asked her sweetly. Her face grew pink.

“Could you get Rose?” She asked, looking at the floor.

“Why?” I asked her carefully. Her blush deepened.

“I think the baby’s coming.”