Send My Regards

Chapter Five

Wood paced in his loft the way he usually did before a big game. Tonight was Puddlemere vs. the Magpies and their Chasers (one of them being Katie Bell) were superb. He'd have to be on his highest guard. But something else was on his mind; something that was ruining his game spirit. He was worried; worried about Angelina. He hadn't heard from her which really was no cause for alarm, but he would have liked her to check in since the son of a Death Eater was sleeping at her flat (something he also didn't approve). What if she was attacked? Or killed? Or worse! What if she couldn't play Quidditch!?

Oliver felt sick. The very thought made him want to weep. Not only that, but the image of Katie and her question lingered in his mind like a broken record. My priorities. Sure, he had priorities for Quidditch. Everyone knew that. What they didn't know was how high he placed the priority to protect his friends as well. He loved Angelina and Alicia. They had been two of his best mates for years. But Katie had been too. What made her dance around his head like stars after a concussion? Perhaps it was the way she played Quidditch? Oliver quickly dismissed the idea. She played no better than Spinnet and Johnson. Maybe the way she blatantly ignored him, punched him in the kidneys when he said something daft, insulted him, made him sick, rivaled his authority in every way possible...

Oliver felt a migraine come on. He hated these pre-game multi-thoughts and punched his temples repeatedly to clear his head. It only made it hurt further. And the sudden drop of a sharp envelope on him didn't help.

"Ow!" he whined and bent down to pick up the letter an anonymous owl had chucked at him. The owl in question fluttered a few times in his lounge before flying back out the window. Oliver stared for a moment before opening up the letter. His eyes darted across the parchment and read every word with growing concern.

Dear Oliver Wood,

I have been asked that you check upon

the whereabouts of a Ms. Angelina

Johnson. It is vitally important. Please

do so ASAP.

-V.F.

Oliver furrowed his eyebrows. Who the hell was V.F.? And was Angelina in trouble? He quickly threw on his jacket. There was only one way to find out. If anyone was as strict with Quidditch as him, it would be Angelina and she'd be at her pitch. He grabbed his broom and quickly flew in the direction of Holyhead.

***

Marcus ran through the streets like a man condemned. He wore his hood up to hide his face which gained suspicious glares out of the corner of his eyes. Everyone he ran into was a potential threat. His father could have many more allies than Marcus expected now. Around every corner he checked his back to make sure he wasn't being followed. His heart raced but the more he traveled, the more it turned into sickening sorrow rather than fear. He had to face the facts: Angelina was not safe as long as she was around him. The Death Eaters knew her name and it was all his fault. Now that he was a wanted man, she'd be hunted alongside him. Marcus could only imagine what would happen if they used her as bait. He growled and clenched his fists. How did things get this way? How? None of this would have happened if he had never met her. And he didn't mean that in a regretful way but in fear instead. Angelina had quickly become the single-most important person in his life. He still had no idea how she did it but he loved her; was ready to die for her; his Slytherin ambition really coming through. Yet, he forbade that feeling to be mutual for if Angelina ever got hurt over him, there's no telling what he would do. Her innocence, her belief in him when he had no one and nothing else, her all-encompassing independence and beauty intoxicated him. No one like Angelina had ever willingly made themselves a part of his life. He was one lucky bloke. Yet, Marcus felt like he could cry for the first time in sixteen years because all of that beauty could no longer be his.

So, a decision was reached. In order to preserve that beauty and keep it safe, it would have to depart from his suddenly-cursed existence just as swiftly as it had landed on his lap in a thorn bush that fateful day in the forest...

***

"Oliver! You're not allowed in here!" Angelina shrieked and covered up her nude chest. She had been changing into her Quidditch sweater when Oliver Wood burst into the Holyhead Harpies locker room frantically searching for her. Her team mates all screamed and hid in the showers and bathroom stalls. Oliver didn't seem to notice anyway. He grasped Angelina firmly by the shoulders.

"Good. You're ok. I got an owl which indicated otherwise."

Angelina stared at him in puzzlement. "What? From who?"

"Don't know. Anyway, it instructed me to check on you immediately."

"Well, fine. But couldn't you have waited until I was dressed, you cad? Geez, you scared my team into the washrooms! This is a form of sabotage. If I barged into your locker room you'd be screaming about spying on your game tactics. You perv! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Oliver, of course, having a severe case of Adult Attention-Deficit Disorder and being the master of obvious statements, only calmly blinked when he noticed Angelina had no shirt on and came to an earth-shattering conclusion. "You're topless..."

"You think?!" She slapped him on the head. "Now get out!"

Oliver quickly stumbled out of the girls' locker room with a furious blush. Several scandalized women whispered behind his back. Angelina felt a tiny pang of guilt just then. Oliver really was just an innocent and daft kid sometimes but he sure as hell was protective. But who could have sent him barging into her locker room so desperately worried?

"Hey Oliver?" Angelina called softly; her voice laced with concern. Oliver shielded his eyes and spun around.

"You have no idea who sent that owl?"

He thought for a moment. "V...V.M. No! V.F."

Angelina went a little pale. "V.F.? Are you sure it wasn't W.F.?"

Again, Oliver stopped to think, though his expression was hidden behind his hands. "No. Why?"

A deep foreboding came over Angelina. What if the owl was from William? What if this was a trap and he followed Oliver here? More importantly, what if Marcus was in deep shit now?

"Oliver...have you heard anything from Marcus?" Even through his hands, Angelina can tell Wood was scowling.

"No," he replied flatly. "He better not be getting you into any trouble."

Angelina sighed. "No." She paused and wondered sadly where Flint could be and then shook her head. "Never mind. Good luck with your game, Oliver."

"And you." Oliver nodded politely and left the locker room.

Slowly, Angelina's team came out from hiding and they resumed their dressing. The normal bustle and chatter continued with the slamming of lockers but it simply filled Angelina's ears with white noise. She felt a nervous tickle in her chest; not from the upcoming game but from Marcus; the kind of feeling you get when you know you've made a very big mistake and can do nothing about it. The heavy feeling followed Angelina like a thundercloud all the way to the back of the locker rooms where the shin guards were stored. Here, Angelina gathered her gear and plopped down onto the bench with a heavy sigh to strap up.

"Johnson."

"FUCK!"

The gear flew up into the air, followed by Angelina who rocketed off the bench in shock.

"Keep your fucking voice down!" Marcus whispered loudly from behind the lockers. He had remained successfully hidden for the last few minutes; patiently waiting for Angelina. It had been pretty much deserted which was ideal for he wanted to speak to her alone.

"Marcus! Oh, my God!" Angelina threw herself into his arms and frantically kissed his cheeks. "Where the hell have you been? God, I was so worried! Oliver just came by saying he got an owl about me and I thought it was from your dad and that you were probably hurt and...how did you get here?!"

"I snuck in through the back," Marcus whispered. "The owl was from my mum."

"Oh, Marcus! I'm so...what?! Your mum?!" Angelina recoiled.

"Yeah, my stinking mum."

"Marcus, I don't understand."

He sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Listen to me. Angelina, something's come up."

Angelina felt like a canon ball had been dropped in her gut. It was never good when he used her first name.

Marcus continued, "I can't stay here long. My dad...he wanted me to become a Death Eater." He heard Angelina gasp. "But I got out, ok? I ran. But...fucking Lucius Malfoy was there and..." Marcus paused. Angelina was staring at him in terror. "Just...I have to leave."

"I'll come with you."

"No! Listen, that's why I came here; to tell you goodbye."

"...What?"

"You can't be seen with me. You can't even say you know me, got it? My dad and the others know who you are, Johnson. That little shit, Draco, told his dad about the Forbidden Forest incident and now they all know about...us. Fuck...they said they'd find you if I didn't join. I should have..."

"Marcus, no! I don't care about all that!"

"Well, I do, damnit! They're going to try and find you and if they do I swear I'll fucking kill myself!"

"So, why would you leave if they're trying to catch me?"

"Because they'll only try to catch you as long as they think I care enough about you to come back. If I sever all ties with you and leave, catching you will only give them away."

"That makes absolutely no sense! What a stupid theory! Marcus, if you leave they know catching me will bring you back!"

Marcus swallowed and shook his head, gently peeling Angelina's arms from his waist. "Johnson, listen to me. None of this would be happening to you if I had never met you."

Angelina's brown eyes turned glassy with angry tears. "You mean if you went back to being a total jerk again? You asshole! How dare you say I'd be better off without you!?"

"You'd be safe without me! You're the one who taught me how not to be selfish! I'm not going to get your ass killed!"

Angelina was taken back. Tears fell down her cheeks as she stared and swallowed. "Marcus...please...I'll be safe with you."

"No, you won't! Would you quit it with the Gryffindor hope bullshit?! Damnit, what do I have to do to get you to listen?!"

"...Marcus."

"I'm telling you that you cannot be seen with me anymore! I need you to forget we ever met! Forget everything!"

"No!"

Angelina was suddenly slammed against the lockers. Marcus had violently pinned her and his furious face was inches from her own. She cried in fear.

"Is this what I have to do, Johnson?!" Marcus growled. "Threaten you and abuse you like I did in school until you hate me again?! Is this what you want?! He jerked her against the lockers again and she cried out. No one could hear her now; the team was out on the pitch.

"L-let go," Angelina sobbed.

"Not until you fucking promise to stay away from me!"

Angelina cried harder and shook her head before yanking her arms out of Marcus's grasp and pushing past him with her face buried in her hands. Marcus stood there fuming as he watched her retreat around the corner and into the showers. He felt terrible and shaken inside for scaring her; hurting her. He vowed to himself to keep her safe and now he had become the enemy again. But Marcus had to fight the urge to find her and kiss away her tears he had caused for he knew this was for the best. She would be safe now. He only wished he didn't have to say goodbye at all. With a heavy heart, he left the locker rooms without a word.

Angelina cried harder than she had in years. She buried her face in her hands and allowed the flesh to muffle her despair. Her shoulders ached where Marcus had slammed her violently into the lockers. The manic beating of her heart made her tremble with so much fear that she felt a wave of nausea come over her and she fought the urge to vomit.

Never had she expected Marcus to ever do something like this. She sat on a toilet inside her stall of misery and let another wave of tears pour out. The team was probably waiting for her but she couldn't stand or breathe or even find the will to live at that moment. She wanted to die. After everything her and Marcus had been through together, he just wanted to end it! She scorned the gods for cursing her happiness and destroying it. But if the sorrows of never being able to see Marcus again wasn't unbearable enough, the ferocious look in his eyes were enough to kill her. Those eyes so full of fear and anger; never had she seen that look in him before. It frightened her and made her sick. Damn William! This was all his fault! He was taking away everything she cared about and loved!

Angelina doubled over and sobbed. "I HATE YOU!" Her cries of anguish echoed off the walls.

"Angie?" One of her team mates had timidly entered the washroom upon hearing Angelina's cries. "Angie, what's wrong? The team's waiting."

Angelina tried to answer but only sobbed uncontrollably. The worried team mate slowly opened the stall door and saw her rocking with fits of tears. "Angie! What's wrong?" She knelt down in front of her and gathered her into her arms where they rocked together on the floor.

"M-Marcus," Angelina choked. "He's g-g-gone!"

The other Chaser's heart shattered in pity. She soothingly ran a hand through Angelina's braids. "Oh, Angie! I'm so sorry! What happened?"

Angelina only shook her head and sniffled. "I d-don't know. He's..." She began to cry again.

"Shh. It'll be ok. I'll tell the captain you're sick and can't play tonight, ok? We'll get a reserve and you go home and have a good rest and--."

"No!" Angelina suddenly pushed herself off the floor. "I'm playing! I'm going to play just to spite that son of a bitch! I'll show him the real meaning of danger."

The other team mate got to her feet in bafflement. "What?"

But Angelina had already wiped her tears and was storming determinedly out onto the pitch. Little did she know that a spectator had come early for the game and watched her every move from behind the stands. William Flint grinned from the shadows; wand ready. But he waited. He wanted everyone to see this; especially Marcus whom he knew was most likely nearby guarding his precious little harpy. William flipped up the hood of his jacket and went to join the line of other eager spectators filling in the stands. A vendor was going about loudly selling Holyhead Harpy souvenirs. He passed by William.

"Shirt, pin, or pamphlet sir?"

William smirked. "No thank you. I already have my souvenir picked out."

His eyes followed Angelina as she retreated back into the locker room with the rest of her team.

***

Katie Bell had finished strapping up for the big game. Ironically, her team, the Montrose Magpies, was playing Puddlemere United at the Montrose home pitch. She had hoped to have a word with Oliver before the game but his team said he hadn't shown up yet. This was very peculiar; Oliver was never late. Surely, it was a sign of the apocalypse. Katie wasn't going to worry too much about it yet; not until the game actually started anyway. He was probably just pacing in his flat punching his head like he always did. But then she could hear Puddlemere's panicked shouts turn to jubilation. He'd finally shown up.

Katie smirked and finished pulling on her gloves. She stood and hurried to the locker room entrance to see Oliver being rushed into his own change room. "Psst! Oi, Oliver!" she whispered loudly.

Wood looked around frantically until he saw Katie leaning against the nearby Montrose locker room door frame. His team continued to urge him to hurry but he gently broke away to answer Katie; blushing and standing before her.

"Where were you?" Katie inquired. "You're never late for a game. You going mental now or something?" She loved to tease him as often as possible.

"Sorry," Oliver replied. "I had to check on Angelina."

Katie felt a little tinge of jealousy. What?! Jealousy?! "Oh...why did you have to check on her? Is...something wrong?"

Oliver shook his head. "No. She was fine. Got a bit shirty with me."

"Let me guess. You walked in on her getting dressed again?"

"I don't do it on purpose!"

Katie snorted and nodded; feeling even more angry on the inside. They shared an awkward moment of silence until Oliver took a deep breath and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "I'm...I'm going to be late."

"You are late."

"Right then," he said and extended his hand. "Good luck with your game, Katie."

Katie shook his hand firmly and glared with a playful poker face. She crushed his fingers and then couldn't help herself as a mischievous grin broke free seconds later and she pounced and tackled him.

"You are not allowed to sabotage the Keeper before games!" Oliver shouted, trying to peel Katie off his back.

She laughed and covered his eyes to disorient him until he stumbled and fell on his stomach. At this time, their teams had come out to curiously investigate all the noise just as Katie had plopped her bum down on Oliver's back and pinned him.

The Puddlemere team smirked. "Now, now, Wood. This is a family place."

"Honestly, pinned by a little girl?"

Katie sprang to her feet in rage. "Little girl?! LITTLE GIRL?!"

In a split second, Oliver was at his feet and holding Katie back as she tried to maim his team mates. Even as he held her under the arms, she kicked and spat like a rabid jackal. Everyone thought it was incredibly funny. Oliver, however, knew it was certain death. Katie was angry and now...Puddlemere would die.

He was all too right. Five minutes into the game and Katie had already rendered a Puddlemere Beater unconscious and scored a record-breaking sixty points unaided. One of her shots was so violent that Oliver broke his baby finger blocking it. The Captain called a time out but Oliver was persistent; clutching his broom to the best of his ability. Why did his team have to insult Katie? He would have to take the brunt of the punishment now.

When the game restarted, the score was forty to seventy with Magpies in the lead. Oliver watched Katie swiftly dive a Bludger with the Quaffle tucked tight beneath her arm and readied himself for another wave of wrath. She passed the Quaffle to a fellow Chaser who reverse-passed it back only a mere feet away from Wood's center goal hoop. Katie punched the Quaffle to the left hoop so hard that Oliver managed to block it with his arm, but it knocked him out of control. The Quaffle sailed off and he gripped his broom to steady it but only clipped the goal mast and tumbled to the ground. Oliver heard the ref's whistle blow and gingerly sat up.

Shite. Did we win?

But he quickly learned that the whistle was not to announce the catching of the Snitch or even a temporary time out. All of the players were being ushered to the ground and gathered into a group with similar baffled expressions. Oliver went to stand and join them when he felt someone help him up from behind. Katie was there. "Are you ok?" she asked.

Oliver shrugged off his bruises. "Fine. What's going on? Who won?"

"No one. They called a time out."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Come on. You need help walking?"

Oliver limped away unaided. Not only was his body bruised, but his ego as well. Katie sensed the motive behind his silence and felt a bit guilty but humored as well. Some 'little girl'. When they reached the huddle of other players, they listened curiously as the ref explained the situation.

"Everyone here? Good. Ok, listen up. There's been an accident. We have to call the game." A round of protests broke out and the ref shushed them. "Keep your voices down!"

"You can't call the game!" Oliver exclaimed. "These are the finals!"

"Why are they evacuating the stands? What happened?" Katie asked, noticing the crowd of spectators being ushered out of the pitch.

"There's been an attack at another game; apparently by a Death Eater." The players erupted again until the ref managed to talk over them. "Everything has been contained! There's no need for immediate alarm! Calm yourselves. They're just calling the games as a precaution."

"Did they catch the Death Eater?" a Magpies Beater asked.

"No. That's why we have to cancel the game. It's for everyone's safety."

"When did this happen?" Oliver asked.

"Approximately forty five minutes ago."

"Where?" asked a Puddlemere Chaser.

"It happened at the Holyhead Harpies vs. Ballcastle Bats game."

The players once again started to chatter madly amongst themselves. Katie and Oliver exchanged panicked glances until the ref spoke again.

"Calm down! Calm down! Like I said: it has all been contained. No one was badly injured. That's what I've heard. Now, everyone calmly go get dressed and meet back out here for a head count."

The two teams broke up reluctantly; muttering to one another. Katie walked by Oliver's side in silence and noticed how uncomfortable he was. "He said no one got hurt. I'm sure Angelina's fine," she said. When he still didn't answer, she pressed again. "Are you angry with me or something?"

"No," Oliver said under his breath and disappeared into his locker room.

***

45 Minutes Prior...

Holyhead Harpies were pulling ahead by only ten points by the start of the ten-minute mark. The crowd was screaming insanely from the stands; flashing their flags and banners. Angelina was in possession of the Quaffle and could faintly hear the commentator shout with excitement as a Bludger zoomed by her head. She passed the Quaffle and watched the other player knock it towards the Ballycastle Bats' goal hoop but the Keeper blocked it and sent it hurtling into a Chaser's awaiting arms. Angelina changed direction in pursuit of the ball with her two fellow team mates but she held back slightly just as they had practiced. The Ballycastle Chaser did a drop pass to another Chaser and aimed for Holyhead's center goal. The Keeper knew exactly what to do. Instead of readying herself, she allowed one of the Harpy Chasers to fly up and block the Quaffle instead. This caught Ballycastle off guard and the ball sailed into one Harpy's arms and then passed to Angelina. Holding back had given her a clear field. The crowd screamed in excitement as Angelina flew off towards the opposing goal. She faked a shot to the right but passed to a Chaser on the left before it was passed back and she threw it at the center loop and scored.

"TEN POINTS TO HOLYHEAD HARPIES!" the commentator shouted. "Brilliant pass by Johnson, Coolidge, and Izzel!"

The Harpies celebrated only for a few seconds before resuming the game. Angelina, however, never even cracked a triumphant smile. She imagined that hoop to be Marcus's face as she chucked it in as hard as she could.

This is what you're missing, you prick! This is what you left behind! I don't need you! I don't!

Yet, despite these determined thoughts, she gripped her broom tight and found herself flying so furiously fast that her anger couldn't very well keep up!

The crowd had returned to its normal din. One spectator, however, had little interest in the game but rather a very valuable player.

William Flint had left his seat five minutes into the game and took a small walk behind the stands. He watched Angelina from a hidden spot behind a pillar next to the empty concession cart. Only a few spectators ventured here and with William's hood up and the intensity of the game, the paid him little notice. William could hear the stands thundering above him as the crowd cheered. Holyhead had scored another goal; he could see it almost perfectly from where he stood. But that didn't matter. His eyes remained on one single player; calculating her maneuvers, her passes, her speed, the convenient way she lingered back in formation for a clear shot of the Quaffle.

"And a clear shot for me," William mused.

He studied the way Angelina played right down to the very muscles she used to turn her broom. He had to admit that Marcus had impeccable taste. Angelina was nothing short of perfection. Her long legs, her ebony hair that fell down her shoulders in tight braids, her radiant mocha skin, full lips, and perfect breasts...

Pity I have to mar such beauty, William thought regretfully. I would have liked to have a taste.

It was time. William had seen enough and with a wicked grin, he readied his new wand beneath his sleeve and moved.

***

Marcus Flint had just about apparated home to Falmouth when something in the back of his mind told him to hold back. He couldn't decide if it was depression or fear of what he'd find if he went home but eiither way, Marcus felt no remorse in skipping Quidditch practice and missing his own game. No doubt they had already called in a reserve. So, without a feasible explanation, Marcus went back to Holyhead. The game was sold out and all he could do was linger behind the stands listening to the roar of the crowd and the commentator's enthusiastic shouts. He paced and tried to figure out what to do next. He couldn't very well speak with Angelina and he couldn't let her see him but he longed to be in the stands where he could keep her in full view. Obviously, his noble plan wasn't working. If Angelina was so much better off without him, why was he still trying to protect her? Marcus hated this feeling of being stuck with no options. There was nothing he could do anymore. Sticking around would only increase his denial and if William was looking for him, he was putting Angelina in danger by being there. Unfortunately, this realization came too late as he rounded the corner to the park exit and froze.

***

William wasn't too surprised to see Marcus at the pitch. Instead, he grinned as he watched his son frantically run to the gate entrance to try and get in. William could have easily killed him from where he stood but he opted to keep his original plans: kill Angelina, make Marcus suffer, and then in the chaotic aftermath, kill him as well. When he reached the gates, Marcus was shouting at the gatekeeper.

"Let me in you fucking bastard!"

"You don't have a pass, sir. Sorry," the gatekeeper said.

"You don't fucking understand! There's a player who's going to die if you don't call the game!"

William calmly handed over his ticket. The gatekeeper smiled and let him in. "Enjoy the game, sir."

"I will. Thank you," William said and smirked at Marcus.

Marcus lunged for his father but was held back by the security wizards standing by. "That's him! Don't let him in! He's going to try and kill Angelina Johnson! There's a fucking wand in his sleeve! What are you doing!?"

The security wizards were now dragging Marcus away kicking and screaming. William only threw him an innocent little wave and disappeared into the stands.

"NO! LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKS! STOP THE GAME!" Marcus screamed.

The security wizards unsheathed their wands. "If you cannot conduct yourself in an orderly manner, we have the authority to stun you."

"GET THE FUCK OFF!" Marcus elbowed the guards and sprinted for the gate. Immediately, hexes bounced off the very tips of his shoes and zinged by his head. The guards shouted and gave chase.

The commotion was loud enough to gain a few curious glances from spectators in the stands. Even the players took notice in the large echoing booms of spells hitting the ground and hovered in mid-flight. Slowly, like a domino effect, all the attention turned to the park entrance where the guards were chasing down a man trying to enter the gates.

William grinned. This was perfect. After he killed Angelina, he made a note to personally thank Marcus for making it all too easy. With the crowd and players distracted, he could get in a clear shot without a single witness.

Angelina hovered in the air, staring at the source of all the chaos with concern. Faintly, she could see someone trying to enter the grounds. Stunning spells hit the earth where the intruder ran and clambered over guards. And then she saw the flash of a black jacket. Marcus!

"Angelina, look out!"

She gasped just as a Holyhead Chaser flew at her and pushed her out of the way of a stray spell; no doubt from the angry guards. Marcus saw the whole thing and panicked further. He gave one last push past the gatekeeper, jumped over the fence, and ran head-on into the pitch. Behind him he heard the angry shouts of security wizards as they tried to stun him. Marcus was fast on his feet, though. He ran along the reserve benches and the spectators stood on their toes to see what he was doing with excitement; gasping when he stole a reserve Chaser's broom right out of his hand and took flight. William smiled. Kill two birds with one stone, I suppose.

Angelina could only watch in shock as Marcus flew at her.

"JOHNSON! MOVE! FLY!! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE!"

But Angelina was too confused to react. What was going on? What was Marcus doing? There was a scream to her left and she turned her head just as Marcus collided with her in midair and a spell hit the tail-end of his broom. It exploded into pieces, leaving Marcus nowhere to go but down. Angelina screamed as she held onto him and they both hurtled towards the earth. When they landed, everyone was screaming but all Angelina could her was a loud ringing in her ears. She had hit her head hard upon impact and opened her eyes to double vision. Marcus was on top of her.

"Marcus?" she whispered.

"We have to get out of here!"

He scrambled to his feet and pulled her up; holding onto her as she cried out in pain. Together, they ran through the screaming crowd hand in hand. Luckily, the chaos aided their escape. No one was trying to stun him anymore and William was nowhere to be seen. His plan had thankfully backfired.

Angelina panted and was on the verge of tears. Fear and confusion overwhelmed her and made her only capable of holding Marcus's hand and running as fast as she could behind him. They only stopped long enough for him to steal another broom and urging Angelina on, he held her tightly from behind and flew away at top speed. Destination: London.