You Found My Heart (Book 4: You Have My Heart)

Chapter 21: Beginning The Attack

~*~* Sarah’s Point Of View *~*~

I pace around the room as I receive this new bit of information.

“Where is he again?” I ask for the third time in a row to the tiny, old elf in front of me.

”Carlow, Ireland,” he creaks.

”Is there any significance to that place?” I ask him.

”Well, there actually is,” Hermoine says, entering the room. “Carlow, Ireland, is supposedly the place where Salizar Slytherin was born. Other than that, I don’t know any other information on the place.”

Everyone in the attack team gathers in the sitting room, staring at one another.

“Where has Arty gone?” I ask, noticing his absence.

”He has left, and went to visit the United States, along with every other resident of Fowl Manor, to see his wife’s family,” Hermoine informs me.

“Okay,” I exhale. “Audrey, did you check the distance?”

”It’s not too far from here. It’d be risky to Apparate into the town, considering not many people there know about magic. I say we fly,” Audrey offers.

I nod. “And where are the kids?”

“Just got back with them,” Jessica says, slightly out of breath, entering the room. “All of them are here.”

“Good. Someone tell Lottie and James that they’re in charge until we get back.”

“Can we say our goodbyes?” Ginny asks nervously. “I mean, what if-“

”Gin, don’t think like that,” Harry says softly to her, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

“We leave in an hour, everyone. Okay?”

With a collective “okay”, we all disperse, going off into our own separate corners.

I sit down in the arm chair by the fire, sipping tea, and trying to think of how everything’s going to work out at the castle. My nerves get the best of me, and I just… start to cry.

~*~* Bella’s Point Of View *~*~

I hear footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. The man who watches me voice is heard, along with someone else’s…

…a girl’s.

“No! Stop! Let me go!”

“Shut up!”

After the man yells, I hear the crashing off someone’s body on the cold ground, followed by the girl crying.

After the man leaves the dungeon, I crawl over to the grate and look across from me.

The girl across from me is sniffling and curled up into a ball. I gulp before calling out to her.

“H-hello?”

”Who’s there?” she instantly asks, scared.

“I’m Bella. What’s your name?” I ask.

”Bella? Bella Weasley?”

”Yeah, that’s me,” I say, trying to sound friendly.

She shuffles across from the back of the dungeon to the front, and the before seeing her face, I see the shininess of her blue eyes.

“I’ve heard about you from my friend, James,” she says quietly.

“James Potter?” I ask, knitting my eyebrows together.