chapter 15

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There through the building in a moment, exiting onto a narrow alley that takes them within a few steps to another building. They slither through a street-level window into an empty basement apartment, and wend themselves through the corridors until we emerge somewhere else. Over and over we do this, travelling mostly through basements of decrepit buildings, through abandoned shops and empty businesses, emerging only for a few seconds at a time, using the structures like a warren of tunnels to travel out of sight. It isn't long before Lily has lost all sense of direction. lily don't know if she has travelled miles toward Hogwarts or in a circle. Finally they slip from one basement into an adjoining building, climb five flights of stairs, and stop at a door locked with a thumbprint scanner. George presses his thumb to the pad. He seems to shift it restlessly as he presses down. Lily frowns. "Is it a good idea to have your prints on record?" she ask.                                                                                                                                                         "Good thinking," George replies. "Luckily the scanner is just a decoy. The door unlocks from the rhythm I just tapped in with my thumb pressure. It only scans the fingerprint if someone doesn't tap the code. Then we can track whoever is trying to get in without authorization."                          Inside lily finds a businesslike middle-aged woman in the sort of suit typical of a death eater. Instinctively, I flinch behind George, but he greets her by name. "Hey Rose, do you have the day's roster?" I peek around his shoulder "Of course, whippersnapper. When do I not have the roster?"He gives her a quick hug, a peck on the cheek."Who's this then?" she asks.                                   "No one—yet. I'm taking her to the others."Rose raises her eyebrows and looks lily over.      "Has she been tested yet? She really shouldn't be here if she hasn't been tested."Lachlan glances at me. "In the last day, she's been tested as much as many others."                                                             "But not as much as some," she replies, looking at him hard. "Still, if you say she can be trusted . . ."                                                                                                                                                                                                "I do."                                                                                                                                                                                         "Then follow me." she leads us through the room as lily and George both separated from the others continue to move through Hogsmeade unmolested.  There is a brief moment when lily recognize streets she walked along with Draco, and the memory brings a pang. lily look at each face, thinking she might see him. But he would probably be having a huge celebration at his mansion, and wouldn't recognize her any way she couldn't dare approach him even if lily saw him. Then Georges's pace quickens, and he leads lily through streets at such a pace that lily becomes disoriented again. Suddenly he says, "Do you trust me?"                                                            "Yes," Lily says at once, not even thinking about whether it is true.                                                                   "Then follow me." He pulls lily abruptly down a side street, kicks a loose grate aside, and points to what looks to me like a bottomless black pit. It is only just wider than lilys shoulders. She hesitantly takes an inadvertent step back. "Don't think. Don't question. Just jump." He looks a little excited, like he's wondering what lily will do, whether she will disappoint him. What if this is all a trick, a trap? What if he wants to kill me and this is a pit to my doom? What easier way to get rid of me than to convince me to voluntarily leap to my own death. This might be an abattoir filled with the bodies of lilys mind races until... He pushes Lily her hands claw for the edge but she is falling. . . down . . . the passage narrows. The sides are perfectly smooth, nothing to grab onto to slow lilys fast descent. The walls are closing in. lily feels like going to be wedged in here forever, left to die . . .As her body brushes the sides, though, the tunnel begins to slant and instead of falling she is now sliding smoothly. The slide levels out, and before she knows it lily is slowly sliding to a gentle stop. Now that it's over and the adrenaline leeches from her body, she decides it was rather fun and would like to do it again—without all the fear of death part. However, she finds herself in a stone chamber.  This must be an underground cave system.  

Then it is a race through twists and turns that leave lily baffled. She try to pay attention to the direction. George pulls lily along at breakneck speed. Once, lily is positive, he lead her past the same rock formation three times. It is such an utterly baffling labyrinth down here! Then lily realize that these confusing tunnels are the best layer of security imaginable, probably more effective than armed guards. Even if they found the entrance, which didn't seem likely, the impossible maze down here would thwart any invader. Finally he slows, in a passage that looks like every other—arching stone walls, dim lights barely illuminating their feet."We're here," George  says, and turns to smile at me. "Are you ready lily?." He takes her hand and squeezes it quickly before releasing it. lily feels her breath coming back fast. George presses a hidden panel at the end of the cavernous chamber and the rock seems to split. A crevice opens up that turns into a door, cleverly hidden in the stone. It creaks slowly open to a black void."Go on," he urges, his smile so joyful and welcoming. Lily don't repeat the mistake she made at the pit. Without question, without fear, she steps through into the impenetrable darkness. There's movement, hands grab onto her  body, something heavy and wet forced over lilys head so she's  trapped, suffocating."No! Let her go!" George Bellows. "Lily! No!" I hear the sound of fighting, but it's too late she's being dragged away. She feels a prick in her arm, and the world goes blurry for a while . . .

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