Gypsy

Chapter Twenty-five

Lord save me from wizards. After a rather rude awakening, Riddle and Malfoy had decided to take me to the Ministry as decreed by the people who apparently boss Riddle around. I would have found the thought of that enjoyable, if not for the fact that they currently had me literally chained up like a goddamned dog and were almost parading me around the Ministry. People stopped and galped, and who could blame them, god knows I looked a sight. Refused the right to take a shower, another power trip no doubt, and fastened to Riddle's wrist with a diamond chain connected to his wrist that lead to a literal collar around my neck. They might as well have written in black ink on my head that I belong to them. I was patient though, unwilling to fight so soon after my last little attempt ended so...

"Good god Riddle, is that an actual Nymph?!" a portly man stopped us at the entrance to the Magical Creature Identification office, one fat finger reached out to touch me. A pale hand gripped the wrist of the offender, and the fat man jumped in surprise, as if he hadn't expected anybody to care if he touched me.

"Careful Mr Fiddle, this one bites." Malfoy released the man's hand, which was quickly drawn back in fright. Deciding to have a little fun, I peaked out from behind my mat of hair and let my teeth slide down slowly. He made a horrified noise and jumped back even further. My neck was suddenly yanked, hissing I looked at Riddle who was smirking and gripping the chain tightly. I contemplated rushing him for laughs and to scare off any of the other onlookers, but decided against it when his eyes flashed red for a moment. Control, bloody hard thing to do when all I wanted was to destroy this entire place, along with their archaic rules about my existence. The fat man waddled off, looking slightly flustered, and we continued walking. I didn't miss the looks that the two Wizards drew from the female population, and some of the male, I ignored it and reminded myself that anything I felt was simply a result of the stupid mate bond. Riddle and Malfoy bought me into a stark white room, it had a medical table set up in the middle of it and I immediately noticed the stirrup looking things to either side of it. Hell no.

Attempting to back up was a failure, Riddle flicked his wrist once and I practically fell into the room. "Try and stay calm Little Nymph, we won't let them hurt you." I snarled at Riddle.

"You may not have a choice Tom." The calm voice of Albus Dumbledore came from behind us, I looked back in desperation and he immediately noticed the chain. "Really Tom?"

Riddle ground his teeth and glared at his old professor, "If you hadn't interfered I would not even be here, neither would she."

Dumbledore looked at me sadly, hopefully he could feel the hatred I directed at him. "You should have left her with me Tom, I cannot allow you to have control over a Nymph."

Ok enough. "I am not just a Nymph, I am a human and did not ask for this." I glared at Dumbledore and my tormentors, "I would have been happy leading an insignificant life."

A hand touched my back, I lashed out without thinking and instantly felt pain in my head, like somebody had shoved a hot poker in there. Gasping I nearly fell to the floor, I would have if not for that same hand catching me. "Hush little one, you can't hurt us remember." God damn Malfoy, and goddamn that curse.

Dumbledore looked confused for a second, then his eyes lit up knowingly. "Oh Tom you didn't."

"I did what I had to do, to ensure she doesn't harm myself or Malfoy. Quite the wild beast she is now." Dumbledore shook his head at Riddle's words.

"I fear Tom, that by the time you realise what you have taken from her, her ability to fight back, she will no longer be what you want. That magic is dangerous, if manipulated it will ensure she cannot defend herself against anybody." Dumbledore looked crestfallen, like Riddle had unwittingly ruined his plans. Even Riddle himself looked confused, did he not read the fine print on the spell?! He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by several healers entering the room, they were covered from head to toe in protective gear.

"I'm afraid I will have to ask you all to leave, yourself included Minister, we require the room and the creature." The man who spoke held out his hand for the chain and motioned for all to leave, a deep panic filled me and I looked again at the table. One of the Healers uncovered a small table next to it, there were knives and weird tweezers on it, and god knows what else. For a second Riddle faltered, like he didn't think it would get this far. But he was outnumbered, and if he wanted to remain as the poster boy for the ministry then he would have to comply. Lord Voldemort could not make an appearance. Silently he handed the Healer the rope, said Healer gave it a yank and nodded in satisfaction when I whimpered at the pain. Dumbledore shot me a look of pity and left the room, followed by Malfoy who looked like he was going to throw up, finally Riddle turned and took one looks at me then walked out.

Hey all, it's been awhile. Like I said I have been working on my original work, it is up on Wattpad under the same username if you'd like to check it out. I haven't forgotten this story though, and I appreciate all the support.

Xoxo Future