August, 14 The vibrations had started once again and when I opened my eyes I found myself around people again. Real people. Everywhere. They filled the sidewalks we were standing on, the same with the cars. I freed myself from Hermione’s arm and looked around. This defiantly wasn’t the wedding, nor was this close to the danger. ‘Hermione?’ I signed, looking around, ‘Where are we?’ Hermione turned around from talking to a person. Only soon that I realized that was Harry, which was weird considering he wasn’t at the wedding at all. ‘Inka,’ she signed her face bewildered, ‘Have you lost your memory? This is Tottenham Court Road! Remember? The place mum and dad took me, you, and the rest of our sisters whenever our cousins came over?’ Flashbacks suddenly came racing back. The dinners we used to have, the friendly conversations me and Isla had, the games me and my sisters used to play when we were little. All if this was long gone now. Just only two years ago, Isla was diseased with cancer, and it didn’t really go well, her body was too weak but, then a few months later she was… gone. Gone with Linh. My thoughts suddenly shifted to our sisters. They were at the wedding too, at least… They were. ‘Where’s everyone else?,’ I asked, my pale hands moving rapidly, ‘Where’s Luna? Xenophilius? Fleur? Our sisters? The Weasleys?’ Hermione looked at me in a somber, expression and I already knew what had happened. ‘They can’t be dead! They just can’t! Please tell me your lying!’ ‘I don’t know where they are or if they’re alive,’ Hermione signed sadly, ‘ just got hold of the two people closest to me.’ I stared at her, tears at the brink of forming in my eyes. ‘So, where do we go now?’ I asked ‘We’ll.., We’ll hide. Death Eaters have already taken over the ministry, that’s what Kingsly announced at the wedding; ‘The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming’ The minister dead! And in so little time, last time me and Harry saw him was just before the wedding!’ Harry and Hermione planned what was going to happen as we started walking towards a hiding spot: Some café or whatever. Harry looked a bit shameful for something, but Hermione never told me why because as soon as she pulled out the invisibility cloak from her tiny beaded bag like a magician, I could tell instantly what all the fuss was about. As Harry threw the cloak over him, Hermione and I cringed at a few drunk men wolf-whistling us. It was normal in this part of the area, of course but still, it was weird. ‘Oh, I wish he would just hurry up’ Hermione signed desperately. The drunkest of the men, was already coming after us, his face a dazed expression. ‘Care for a drink, m’lady?’ his lips read. I didn’t respond, instead I stabbed Hermione in the ribs and pointed to a small and shabby night café. We headed towards there, me feeling Harry hot on our tail. The café was as small and shabby as it was from the outside. A light layer of grease laid on all the Formica-topped tables, _________ Continued in credits
Hermione ordered two cappuccinos from the bubblegum-chewing waitress at the counter (two since it would look weird if we ordered one for Harry considering that he was invisible). Meanwhile, as me and Harry had slipped into a booth, a pair of two burly workmen had entered too, slipping into a booth right across us but there was something.. off about them. As if they weren’t normal muggles. I tried to reach for Harry’s arm but then realized he was invisible, and there wasn’t any hope for signing either, considering the fact that he didn’t know BSL at all. The only way I could express my suspicion. Hermione came back with two foamy drinks and slipped into our booth next to me. She didn’t say anything to me for a few seconds, but I could see her mouth moving, which indicated that she was talking to Harry. ‘Harry said we should find a good safe place to apparate back, you know, so Voldemort can’t find us. Maybe we should try Grimauld Place or-,‘ she paused, looking at me in horror, ‘Inka, what are you doing?’ I ignored her, pointing my wand at the two burly workmen. They really seemed off and I wasn’t buying the fact that they were muggles at all. Stupefy, I thought wisely, letting the freezing spell hit the men, but they ducked. And this is where all the chaos just started. _________________________ June, 13 I let myself fall off the thestral and started catching up with Harry, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Ron, and Hermione. ‘What’s the password?’ I asked, squeezing into the telephone booth with them and looking at the Luna and Hermione then the ministry telephone. All heads turned to Harry. “Well, smarty pants?,” I wanted to ask, “Didn’t you come here just last summer?” but I couldn’t. Even if I were to, it wouldn’t come out right. ‘Harry told you to dial six two four two’ Luna signed dreamily to me. I did what she told me, the dial whirling back to place as I felt the vibrations of a voice. We were only here for one reason: to save Sirius Black. I wasn’t really stoked about saving him because last time I saw him he was kissing my crush, Lupin, and after that I never really liked him. The only reason I wanted to come with Luna and the others was because I wanted to prove that I wasn’t powerless I know it was weird to have a crush on someone that was at least 20 years older than you, but to me, it made sense. His brown hair made me dying to run for his money. I watched Harry’s mouth move a little bit and then half a dozen badges sliding out of a metal chute where coins normally would appear. Hermione scooped them up and handed one to each of us. ‘Put them on your robes’ she signed, handing me a badge that read: Inka Granger, Rescue Mission. Soon, the floor shuttered and the pavement rose up past its glass windows. The city of Londen was sliding out of sight. A chunk of golden light hit our feet, and I knew what was about to happen. About two hours later, I started following Ginny, Ron, and Luna into multiples of passageways and shelves full of glass. ‘Ok,’ I signed to Luna, ‘This isn’t helping! We’re lost, don’t you see? We could get murdered my he-who-must-not-be-named any minute now! Don’t you see? If we just-’ I was stopped by a malicious grin from a with hair so messy that you’d mistake it as a birds’ nest. A spell had hit Ron, his vibrant red hair in a flurry of a collapse. Maybe I spoken too soon, I thought staring at Ron’s body at disbelief. Ron was murdered and neither of us weren’t even close to safety. _________________ Sorry for such a short chapter but at least their starting to get a bit longer! I stole a few quotes from the Order of the Phoenix and Jk Rowling almost killed Ron in that book, so I was all like “HeY, wHaT iF tHaT HaPpEnEd?” so there you have, Ron’s dead… *cries* HE WAS MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE GOLDEN TRIOOOOO. Also, this may be my last chapter for maybe the rest of this month because I have to finish a reflections write-up AND drawing by this Saturday, and I want to focus on that a bit more and I also promised my friend that I would be joining BoB and I would need time to actually READ the chosen books to participate plus SO MUCH HOMEWORK AND there's a hurricane threat to my area so me and family will have to evacuate to stay in Washington with my aunt and two younger sisters. So basically, I might not be very much active on Scratch often. Sorry.
