The screams filled Theodore's ears, first the girl's, then his own, and he fell to his knees. He put his hands to his ears and squeezed them shut, willing to do anything to make it stop, to make it all stop. But it didn't, the screaming only seemed to get louder until it was impossible to tell which sounds were his and which were her's.
"Please." It took Theodore a second to realize that it was his voice begging, his that wavered and broke and was too quiet to be heard, or taken seriously if he was. He dropped his arms, they felt heavy like lead. "Please."
He laughed, cruel and mocking, his wand still held to the girl's throat. He twisted it, pushing the tip further into her skin until Theodore was sure he'd left a mark. "Make me. Make me stop, Theo."
"I don't have that kind of magic," Theodore tried to yell, anger boiling inside his gut. But it came out as a whisper and the anger seemed to drain the last of what energy he had that allowed him to kneel. Theodore fell to the floor, hitting the ground face first. His nose cracked and blood fell. Theodore rolled onto his stomach, the pain building. Then, suddenly, he felt numb.
Theodore managed to look up and caught sight of him lowering his wand.
"I need you alive," was the answer he received. They both turned to the crying girl and his smirk turned humorous as well as cold. "For now."
He crouched down in front of Theodore, his wand balanced between his thumb and forefinger almost carelessly. Theodore wanted to shrink back and hide, the smile scaring him as much as he always did. Nothing scared him as much as that smile, not even the Cruciatus curse.
"I need you to do something for me."
Everything went black after he'd heard those words and the next time he opened his eyes, he was being pushed out of a moving car and rolled along the abandoned road.
"Remember his words!" was the last thing he was told before the car sped off and he was all alone.
Theodore coughed up and spat out blood from his mouth, wiped his face clean with his sleeve and stood on shaky legs. He almost fell twice, but managed to stay up, which was good enough for him. He scanned the area, but had no idea where he was. He only hoped he was still in London. Theodore started walking; the quicker he was where he needed to be, the quicker he could do what he had to do to save her. The world around him seemed brand new, foreign, and he wasn't sure where he was going, but he kept walking until he found a main road. Then he found people and it wasn't long until he was in the city center. Theodore knew the city, knew which direction he now had to go in.
He turned right and walked, each step becoming more and more steady, and he found his destination: the Leaky Cauldron.
Theodore walked through, kept to the shadows, but he didn't need to worry; he wasn't noticed. He walked through to the wall and opened it up. It was only a few more steps now, but they were the longest of his life.
And there it was: Gringotts Bank.
What he needed was in there. He'd find it and she'd be safe.
He had to.
A/N: New story for the Make It Your On Challenge. I've found my way back to the horror/dark genre. :D
I hope you like this prologue-type chapter. More will hopefully be up soon. :)