Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Reliving That Horrible Day

Mikayla's POV

Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Crucio!" Harry started shrieking loudly as he thrashed in the ropes that held him to Voldemort's father's grave. Tears gathered in my eyes as I watched him get tortured. I screamed advancing towards Voldemort to grab attention away from Harry. It worked. Voldemort's eyes cut to me and in an instant, a cruel smile encompassed his face. He swept his wand away from Harry, who stopped shrieking immediately and pointed it at me. "Crucio." Pain erupted throughout me body and I let out a loud scream, my back arching off the ground I had taken refuge on. My very bones felt like they were on fire, my body felt like it was getting stabbed with a hundred knives, and my head felt like it was getting pounded by a mallet. I wanted to die, the pain was so intense... And then it was gone. I laid back on the ground, breathing heavily. The sound of laughter sounded and I wearily looked up to see that it was coming from the Death Eaters. Voldemort wasn't done, however. He turned back to Harry and once again pointed his wand at him. Then Voldemort broke off the connection and turned back to his Death Eaters."You see, I think, how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me," Voldemort said triumphantly. "But I want there to be no mistake in anybody's mind. Harry Potter escaped me by a lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you all, when there is no Dumbledore to help him, and no mother to die for him. I will give him his chance. He will be allowed to fight, and you will be left in no doubt which of us is the stronger. Just a little longer, Nagini," he whispered, and the snake glided away through the grass to where the Death Eaters stood watching.

"Pick up your wand, Potter! I said pick it up, get up. Get up! You've been taught how to duel I presume yes?" I whispered to him to summon my wand for me. "Accio Mikayla's wand." My wand flew into Harry's hand before he handed it to me. "Two against one. Not very fair is it?" Voldemort questioned, "and a 68 year old against a 14 year old is fair? Tom." I spat back. Voldemort did not like what I said, but he wanted to prove to his followers he was once again strong. "Your mouth is a dangerous thing Miss Black. It's the main reason you're here, I could use your powers to gain my kingdom again." I scoffed, acting a lot braver than what I was feeling. "First we bow to each other. Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners now would he? I said bow!" He forced Harry to the ground with a wave of his wand. "Alright, alright, now back up." He lifted his spell. Harry just stood there, unwilling to fight. I raised my wand at Voldemort "Raise your arm, Harry." He ordered. Harry gripped his wand, but refused. "Not willing to cooperate, eh? Well, no worries, thats just the reason why we brought her along." He pointed his wand beside Harry at me. "Crucio!" He shouted.

I began to scream in pain, clutching my arms and shaking on the ground. Voldemort stopped and looked back at Harry. "Put up your arm or I'll do it again." He threatened, with his wand still pointed toward me. "Harry, don't. Escape!" I heaved as I ordered and instructed my best friend. "Quiet!" He snapped his head back to look at me. "Crucio!" He hit me again. Harry watched me cry and scream. His knuckles were clenched to the point they turned white. But he held his ground. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no." I shook my head as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Stupid girl. You no longer have any use to me. Avada Kedavra." He cursed, I put my hands up in front of my face. I was muttering a protection spell which built a shield, Harry quickly aided me also conjuring a protection spell. A small piece of the curse hit me. But the bubble closed on the spell, it reacted and combusted, deflecting the rest of the spell back at Tom. I went limp.

Third Person

Mikayla shot up, gasping for air, she felt arms wrap around her. She looked up to see Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny standing around her and Avery hugging her tightly. She quickly stood up fixing clothes, and letting go of Avery staring back at her friends. She made eye contact with Harry, and her heart shattered slightly. She had finally moved on but as always her past comes back to bit her in the ass. "What did you see Miss Black?" Mikayla shook her head no, looking only at Harry not wanting to bring up his memories of that night, but by the way she looked at Harry he knew, "The Graveyard." He spoke clear as day as Mikayla shrunk slightly in posture and nodded. "Professor I must be off, I've got classes to attend." Mikayla spoke as she slowly made her way towards the door, she spun around and ran for it, faster than she did when she was escaping Umbridge, she went to the Owlery to see Selene, she petted her owl as she hide from those she loved. "We need to find her and apologise for being rude to her earlier." Hermione's voice sounded, Mikayla knew if Harry had the map they could find her fairly quick. She summoned her broom but before she could even fly away Ron grabbed her broom. Mikayla sighed climbing off her broom and sending it back to the broom shed.

"Look Mikayla, we're sorry for being rude to you earlier." Mikayla scoffed at Ron's attempt of an apology. "Are you or are you just sorry because Hermione told you to be?" Mikayla pushed past Ron, she was prepared to storm out before she spun around, "can you at least explain to me why you gave those looks?" Hermione sighed, "the boys have reason to believe that you're secretly dating Draco Malfoy." Mikayla choked on air, laughing before quickly realising Hermione wasn't kidding. "Ok let me hear it.." Mikayla crosses her arms egging the boys on, they looked at her confused, "what?" Ron questioned, "I want to know the reasons you believe I'm secretly dating Draco Malfoy." Mikayla stood her ground Hermione looked a little uncomfortable, Mikayla sent her a regretful look. "Dean told me he saw you leaving Myrtle's bathroom with Draco." Mikayla nodded at Ron, turning to Harry, "Seamus saw you give Draco stuff and kiss his cheek." Mikayla nodded again, all these statements were true to some regard, turns out those are the only reasons the boys needed.

Mikayla sighed looking at her friends, "did they tell you what day they saw this?" Ron and Harry shook their heads no, Mikayla nodded with an annoyed expression on her face. "That day was when the prisoners escaped, you know, Avery's Mam Bellatrix. And I don't know if you missed it or something but Draco and Avery are really close friends, and he was helping me comfort her along with Brian. And yes I did give him stuff, those things being items that comforts Avery when she's upset. And I did give him a kiss on the cheek to thank him for taking care of my sister." Ron scoffed and Mikayla had a flashback to what happened in October last school year. She relaxed slight looking less aggressive to the boys, "that's all it was?" Harry question, "that's all it ever will be." Harry looked convinced and sorrowful but Ron looked like Mikayla had just slapped him across the face. "You could've told us." He spoke with some anger in his voice, "why would I need to tell you? How does it effect you in any way?" Ron sighed, "because you and Avery are my family, I worry about you." Mikayla was stunned by this heart felt statement that left Ron's mouth, her heart stung before she dropped her tough girl exterior and pulled Ron into a hug. "Love You Ronald." Mikayla whispered against his neck "Love You Two Mikayla," Ron smiles before they invited Harry and Hermione into the hug. "Ugh this is exactly what I needed." Mikayla confessed, all her worries melted away with the warmth of her loved ones surrounding her.

"Now tell me about this vision of yours." Hermione spoke up once they broke up the group hug, "let's get class and I'll explain on the way." Mikayla smiled, the foursome left the owlery making their way to Potions. Mikayla filled Hermione in with the information of what he told the boys yesterday night, how Voldemort didn't know the rule of Prophecies just yet which would work well in their favour. "What made you go into Anxietas?" Harry questioned, Mikayla sighed before checking her surroundings, "Fudge and Umbridge tried to force me to sign the Proclamation of Aevus. Earned myself a slap and a bruised wrist, all better now since Snape gave me some healing potion." Hermione choked on the air she was breathing, "They what?" Mikayla repeated herself, "what's the Proclamation of Aevus?" Harry questions, "a document that gives the Ministry permission to document all of my prophecies. And place them in the Hall of Prophecy to be overlooked." Mikayla gives him the short description, "it also gives them the right to call her to aid them in their endeavours." Hermione added, "basically gives them a right to control her and her powers." Ron pitches in. Hermione looked at Mikayla worried, "you didn't sign it did you?" Mikayla shook her head laughing lightly, "I set it on fire after Umbridge slapped me." She whispered making sure Umbridge was no where in sight. Ron and Harry high fived her, and Hermione gave her a quick side hug.

The foursome arrived with the rest of their class at Potions. Snape seemed to have pity for Mikayla that he even awarded her an Outstanding in Potions today, Harry wasn't so lucky, he got a Dreadful, poor thing. The only thing that made Potions even more bearable for Mikayla was the excitement of returning to Elites rehearsals, Flitwick has been recruiting newbies and will be posting the names later on his classroom door before their 6pm rehearsal.