Alexandra
“No!” I keep screaming, “No, get away from me!”
They are grabbing me, pulling me and hitting me. They are so many and I am alone. It's a strange time to remember this but our thoughts work in strange ways.
I keep struggling but the memory overwhelms me.
I see myself as a child, not older than ten. My father had just returned from a battle. A successful one. But he said we are most dangerous when we have advantage. When we are stronger than the one we are fighting with.
I keep struggling, the satisfaction of violence is written all over their faces.
I am powerless against. I can’t escape this. So there is only one thing I can use to my advantage to make them pause or let go of me.
“Stop! “ I should, “Stop! Or Sirius will hear about this.”
At the mention of his name th
