Chapter 10 : Can't Escape
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“Come on,” said Sirius one day, “We all know it’s going to happen.”
“No it’s not,” replied Jordan who was trying to do her homework, “Will you please
stop before I take the mirror and whack you in the head with it.”
“No. You guys were made for each other.”
Jordan slammed her book. She took out her wand and pointed it at him.
“Okay, okay. We’ll stop,” he said putting his hands in the air.
“You promise,” she said, “Because if you don’t…”
“We will, we will,” Sirius said.
Jordan put her wand away. She really didn’t need him reminding her of the fact she would never be able to fall in love. Jordan knew love was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Not only would she not live that long, but it would be dangerous for them. Even though Jordan hadn’t been attacked in months, she knew she was still being hunted. Those men wouldn’t hesitate to hurt someone close to her as a means of hurting her.
Remus was also relieved they had stopped. He was also certain love wasn’t in the cards for him. Still, he couldn’t help but look at Jordan differently. Nothing could describe the elation he had felt when he saw the ring on her finger in the mirror. As happy as he was, it was nothing compared to the sadness he had felt when he realized nothing could happen.
Eventually the awkwardness went away and their lives returned to normal. A couple days after the birthday party Jordan went to see McGonagall. She thanked her for the ring and the photo album.
“You’re welcome. Did you have a good birthday?” asked the professor.
“Yeah. It took me by surprise. I didn’t even know it was my birthday.”
“I know. I was going to tell you when I came and got you, but I thought it would be more fun this way.”
Jordan laughed. She stayed a little longer to talk about some transfiguration stuff.
About a month after Jordan’s birthday, came Christmas. The boys were extremely excited. They had decorated their room with stockings and tinsel.
“You guys are morons,” said Jordan when she saw it.
“Don’t be such a scrooge,” said James, “Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
“I killed it. Don’t you dare try to revive it,” she said walking down the stairs.
Jordan hated Christmas. She’d spent every single one alone while the city around her celebrated. There had been a couple where she had to fight for her life. This year wouldn’t be any different. One day at breakfast the sign up sheet for those who would be staying at the castle was passed around. Obviously Jordan put her name down.
“You’re not going home?” asked Sirius.
“Nope,” said Jordan handing the list to Remus.
“So, you’re just going to stay here by yourself,” he said.
“Yep. Won’t be the first time I’ve been alone. At least this year I’ll be warm.”
He looked at her sadly. Before Jordan could stop him, he wrote his name down too.
“What are you doing?” she said trying to grab the paper from him.
“No one should spend Christmas alone,” he replied handing it off, “Especially you.”
“What about your family? Don’t you want to be with them?”
“Not really. Don’t worry about it. I would much rather spend my vacation with you.”
Jordan didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t believe he was doing this for her.
“Thank you,” she said giving him hug.
“Aww. That’s so cute,” said Sirius, “I wish I could stay too, but my mom will kill me if I stay.”
“Mine too,” said James, “But it’ll be good for the two of you to spend some time alone.”
Jordan let go of Remus to pull his hair.
A few days later Sirius and James said goodbye to them. Jordan was a little sad to see them go. They hadn’t spent a day apart since the beginning of the year. Sirius hugged her a little longer than James.
“Have a good Christmas,” he said, “Try not to be such a scrooge.”
“You too. I’ll see you in a couple weeks,” said Jordan.
He gave her a kiss on the forehead and then left with the others. Jordan turned back to Remus.
“Are you ready for the best Christmas ever?” he said excitedly.
“Calm down, Remus,” said Jordan, “I should warn you, that if you try to make me
cheery, I will have to kill you.”
He smiled at her.
Despite Jordan’s cynicism, they had a rather amazing Christmas together. They pretty much had the whole dorm to themselves. Every night they stayed up late talking. During the day they would explore the castle and the grounds.
They found out the hard way that boys couldn’t go into the girl dorms. On Christmas morning, Remus tried to run up the stairs to wake up Jordan. Immediately the stairs turned into a slide and an alarm went off. Jordan jumped out of bed and ran to the stairs. She ended up sliding down them and landing on Remus.
“Merry Christmas,” he said beneath her.
“Are you okay?” she asked helping him up.
“I’m fine. Looks like the school founders didn’t trust boys.”
“I don’t blame them.”
“Let’s see what kind of presents we got,” he said pulling her into the common room.
“You’re probably the only one who has any.”
“You’ll have at least one,” he replied sitting next to the tree.
“Really? From who?” she said pouring some hot chocolate.
“From me you dork. Here.”
He handed her a gift that was meticulously wrapped.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she said giving him a smile.
He watched her unwrap it. Her eyes lit up when she got to the gift. He had gotten her an early, illustrated edition of The Raven.
“I know how much you love this poem. For some reason I remember seeing it at a bookshop a while ago, so I had Sirius pick it up for me when he got home.”
“Thank you so much,” she said hugging him.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.”
“But I didn’t get you anything,” she said aghast, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he replied.
“No it’s not okay. This is the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me. Please, you
have to let me do something for you.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” he said taking her hand, “Seeing you this happy is enough.”
Jordan stared at him completely speechless. The kindness he was showing her shocked her. Once again she gave him a hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
He didn’t say anything. Seeing her so happy really was the best present he could have received. The mental image of her smile would stay with him forever.
“It’s your turn,” she said pulling away, “What did Sirius get you?”
Remus grabbed a small box. Sirius had gotten him an Elvis figurine.
“You guys know about Elvis?” said Jordan.
“Of course. I love Elvis.”
“Really? Me too. I actually snuck into one of his concerts once.”
“Are you serious? How’d you do that?”
“I pretended to be a dying kid he was supposed to meet. They almost didn’t believe me until I made myself throw up.”
“You know if anybody else had said that I would be speechless,” he said laughing at her.
They finished unwrapping presents. James had gotten Jordan a large box of chocolates and Sirius gave her a framed picture of the four of them. She had also received a beautiful silver necklace from McGonagall. When they were finished they went down for the Christmas feast. There were maybe fifteen or twenty other students in the dining hall.
“So, what would you be doing right now if you were at home?” asked Jordan.
“Well, chances are mom would be yelling at me to sit up straight and be quiet,” replied Remus, “She’s a little strict.”
“Sounds like it. Well feel free to slouch and talk all you want.”
“Thanks,” he replied leaning on her.
Jordan groaned and leaned back. They spent the rest of the day wandering around the castle.
The day before Sirius and James were to come back, Jordan and Remus were wandering around the grounds near the forest.
“I love the snow,” said Remus, “Don’t you?”
“No. Snow’s cold and wet, and it gets everywhere,” replied Jordan.
“Why are you always such a downer?” asked Remus, “Every time someone says
something nice, you go and say something negative.”
“If you don’t like it, you shouldn’t say nice things,” said Jordan bending down to look at something.
Right as she stood up Remus threw a snowball at her.
“You ass,” she said, “Why’d you…”
Before she could finish he threw another one at her. Jordan glared at him.
“You should see the look on your face,” he laughed.
“Oh, that’s it.”
Jordan jumped at him and knocked him to the ground. She grabbed a handful of
snow. Right as she was about to shove it in his face she felt a familiar tingling on the back of her neck. Her eyes widened as panic set in.
“What is it?” asked Remus.
“Remus, you need to run to the castle. Now,” ordered Jordan getting off him, “Find
McGonagall and tell her where I am.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“There’s no time to explain. Just go. Now!”
Remus took off. Jordan turned around to face what was coming. A second later, a man came out of no where. Jordan ducked as he thrust a knife at her. Quickly she smashed her fist into his face. The man grunted and took a step backward.
“You will pay for that,” he hissed.
“Bring it bitch,” she replied cockily.
Once again he came at her with the knife. Jordan ducked and dodged. A few times his fist connected with her body. Luckily the knife didn’t.
The fight continued for almost ten minutes. Jordan wondered where Remus was. She was about to smash her fist into the man’s stomach. The man grabbed her by the wrist and twisted her arm. Pain shot up Jordan’s arm as it broke. A second later he brought the knife across her chest. Jordan jumped back just in time so that it only cut the surface. A small stream of blood trickled down her front. She only looked down at it for a second. The man saw his chance and threw the knife. It went into Jordan’s uninjured shoulder. She let out a loud cry as the knife lodged itself deep in her shoulder.
“At last,” said the man coming towards her menacingly, “After all this time, you’re finally finished.”
“That’s what you think!” screamed Jordan.
Quickly she yanked out the knife. The man came at her. Right before he was about to grab her, Jordan stood up and thrust the knife into his stomach.
“Fuck you,” Jordan hissed into his face as his blood spilled onto her hands.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said spitting blood out of his mouth, “We will never stop hunting you. You will never be safe.”
“Who’s we?” asked Jordan.
The man didn’t answer.
“Who’s we?” she asked again twisting the knife.
He couldn’t speak. Jordan looked into his eyes and saw that the life had left them. She pulled the knife out, letting the corpse fall to the ground.
“Jordan!” yelled someone.
Jordan turned around. She saw McGonagall running towards her, closely followed by Dumbledore and Remus.
“You promised I would be safe!” said Jordan furiously, “You said if I came here with you I would be safe.”
“I am so sorry,” said McGonagall trying to hug her.
She paused as she got a closer look at Jordan. Both Remus and Dumbledore were staring at her in sympathetic horror. Jordan could only stare at Remus. Had he just seen what she did? Why had he followed them back?
“Oh my God,” he gasped walking up to her, “Why didn’t you run away?”
“There wasn’t time,” panted Jordan.
Her face had gone pale from the blood loss. Remus took one of her bloody hands in his.
“Come on,” he said kindly, “We’ll help you back to the castle.”
“You can’t be here,” she said letting go of his hand, “You… can’t…”
Her eyes rolled back into her head and then she fainted. Remus caught her right as she was about to hit the ground.
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