Caught

[Astrid Holzer]

This is a fanfic I did for the RP. It's not complete by any means, just an idea of it. Please, Please, Please, let me know if something's wrong with it. I will touch it up in any way.

It’s not often that a cloaked figure walked down the streets of Dover. And it wasn’t often that said figure looked like a woman who had seen better days. Her hollowed cheeks and bony limbs gave the impression that she didn’t get food very often and she didn’t smell too ripe either. But in Sorcha Peters’ world, that’s what happened when you were wanted by the Ministry of Magic.
“Mummy!” Atticus Peters cried out as his mother was unbuttoning her coat.
“Mummy! Mummy!” Douglas Peters called out as well, dropping his blocks. Sorcha Peters ran to her children, squeezing both of them in her arms, tears welling in her eyes. Her children pulled away from her.
“Stinky” Douglas noted. Sorcha laughed at her older son. She had been in hiding for about a year, only coming to visit her children once a month and get papers for the Order while she was visiting. With her hiding, she didn’t have access to bathing regularly except for when she visited her sons. She looked sickly with drawn cheeks from the lack of food she had in hiding with five other order members underground. Before it had been eight of them living in the underground tunnel, but since Atticus and Douglas were taken-
“Hello darlings. Ready for a sleepover?” She said. Both boys nodded as their grandmother looked on. Sorcha let Douglas jump on her back as she got onto all fours, growling like a bear. Atticus giggled as his mother chased him around the room, Douglas holding on to his mother’s hair as she chased his brother. Joan Peters watched her daughter with a smile on her face, going into the kitchen to make some dinner.
“Mummy, I’m not trying to abandon my children.” Sorcha protested that night, Atticus sleeping on her lap. Sorcha pet her son’s soft brown hair that looked just like his father’s. Their father Atticus and his brother Douglas were both Snatched. They had been going to get supplies for the tunnel, never coming back.
“Sorcha darling, you should just give up. We could go to America, give these children a good education, and get a job. You could be so successful in New York.” Joan Peters protested.
“Mummy you can leave. Leave with the boys and take them away.” Joan tried to ignore her daughter trying not to cry.
“Darling, I already said that I’m not leaving the country without you.” Joan said, touching her daughter’s arm, trying to ignore how bony it felt. Sorcha said nothing, only reveling in touching her child’s soft brown hair.
“I just want my baby boy’s to be safe. I wish you would consider it at least.” Srocha whispered, a tear falling from her cheek to Atticus’ face. Joan got up, going into the Kitchen.
“The fact remains my dear you are smelling quite ripe. Go take a bath while I fix us some dinner.” Joan said, going to chop up some carrots. “You’re not going to eat the chicken I’m guessing. That’s fine. I bought some tofu for you.” Sorcha smiled at her mother, rubbing her face with her over-sized sweater sleeves.
“Thank you Mummy. I’ll just put Atticus to bed and I’ll be in the bath in a minute.” She said, carrying her son to his room.
“Don’t put your clothes back on. Those need washing.” Joan called out as Sorcha went into her son’s room. Douglas was in the other bed, his hair ruffled. Sorcha tucked Atticus in, kissing the little boy. Sitting at the edge, she couldn’t hold back a sob. “I hope you both know that I love you.” She whispered. Douglas moved around, clutching a stuffed bear that she brought for him last month. Sorcha smiled at her sons, going to take a bath.
“You know Sorcha, I hated potty training you.” Joan said as they ate, both women laughing, Sorcha wearing a robe.
“Really now? Can’t say I’m upset at you for that part of your upbringing.” Sorcha snorted, sipping her wine. Joan heaped another serving of grilled Tofu on her plate.
“You learned how to talk VERY early. So you tried to talk me into not using a toilet and going to diapers just like you.” Both women laughed. “Mum, did I ever thank you for being my Mummy?” Sorcha asked. Joan smiled at her daughter. “You never meant to. I wasn’t the best mother to you. I was too wrapped up in my own problems at the time. But I think you turned out okay with everything that happened.” Joan explained.
“Thank you Mummy.” Sorcha touched her mother’s arm. Joan smiled at her daughter.
“Do you have the dishes tonight?” Sorcha smiled. “Of course I have the dishes Mum.”
Sorcha and Joan lay in Joan’s bed, talking about trivial things about the boy’s and their antics. They both laughed as they talked about Atticus beating Douglas at a clapping game. But Sorcha suddenly for quiet as Joan talked.
“Sorcha, what’s wrong?” Joan asked. Sorcha let out a sob.
“Seamus Finnegan was snatched last night. He went outside just to pee and they-they got him. They were so close, so close to our hole. They’re coming to get us.” Sorcha sobbed. Joan nodded, only holding on to her daughter. It was like this every month. Someone else in the underground could get caught by the snatchers. It shook Sorcha up so much that she couldn’t sleep alone, only being plagued by night mares of being caught too.
“No body’s safe Mummy! No one is safe!” Sorcha sobbed as Joan was trying to rub her back.
“Oh baby, I wish I could take this away. I wish that I could just beat up those nasty Snatchers and just let you live here. But I can’t stop you from saving the world.” Joan said, tears running down her cheeks.
The sun was about to rise when Sorcha dressed herself in the light. “Don’t forget the papers.” Joan said, handing her the forms. Sorcha looked them over, seeing they were from other Order members. She smiled at her mother, putting them in the waist of her jeans. Tying her belt, Joan laughed. “You’re getting too skinny. You need a smaller belt.” Sorcha shook her head.
“It’ll look suspicious.” was all she said. Joan shook her head, filling Sorcha’s bag with food and five books for each person hiding with her daughter. Sorcha stole into her sons’ room, kissing each boy before stealing out the back door and into the rising sun.
As Sorcha walked into the forest, she felt the barrier charms for the tunnel. She began to feel with her feet, seeing where the opening was. She heard a twig snap, quickly looking up. Seeing nothing, she cast a protection charm around the area. The hole opened for her, showing Remus Lupin.
“Hey Remmy!” She said, passing down the bag of supplies.
“Hey Sorcha, how are the twins?” Remus asked. Anyone who watched this scene would think that Sorcha was talking to the ground. The hole had an invisibility charm around it. Sorcha’s plan was to slip into the hole and disappear too. But as she stood up to jump, she heard it.
“There she is!”
“Get her!”
Sorcha did what she planned to do all this time. She dropped her things and ran like hell. Her hair streaming as the sun was rising, showing her black hair waving like a flag. She jumped over logs and tree trunks, running as far away as she could from THEM. This is what she had feared, what she had fought against for so long.
“Get her!!”
Why did that voice sound familiar? She asked herself as curses and hexes fell around her. She continued to run, her lungs burning at the effort. She saw a clearing in the forest, running towards what looked like a clearing with houses. And somehow she ran into the arms of an extremely hairy man who didn’t smell too ripe. Sorcha screamed, kicking and punching at him in panic. The man was oblivious to it, forcing her hands behind her back and murmuring a charm that tied her hands.
“Greyback, you did wonderfully.” The man that came up from behind a tree was someone that Sorcha met before. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. His hair was wild around his face. With his plaid pants and long coat, he looked out of place. She could feel his eyes on her as he stepped closer and closer. Sorcha struggled again, backing into Greyback.
“Sorcha Peters, what a pleasure to see you.” Scabior said slowly, pulling out a wanted poster. There was a group of people, some she recognized, some having crosses though their picture. Her eyes scanned over the page. Ronnie Anderson, still at large. She sighed in relief. She hadn’t seen her best friend since they had been in hiding. For about four months they were exchanging letters though her mother but Ronnie had to find another place to hide and couldn’t exchange letters with her friend anymore. That must have meant that they had been caught. Her face was on the third row. Sorcha wanted to faint. This was it. She was going to die or worse, be tortured into giving information.
“Please, just let me go. I’ve done nothing wrong. I-I was only taking a walk-” She begged. Scabior put his finger to her lips.
“Ah, Ah, Ah, but why is there something hidden on you?” Sorcha jumped when Scabior’s hand rested over her pelvis. He pulled out her belt, letting her pants slide embarrassingly to the ground. Tucked into her underwear were the paper she sent to the Order. Scabior tsked, pulling out the papers. “If you were simply taking a walk, then what are these?” he said, waving them in front of her face. Sorcha Responded with Head-butt. Scabior recoiled back, Sorcha having drawn blood. He cursed, drawing out his wand. “Crucius!” He cried out, Sorcha reeling in pain. Wheater it was from hunger or just pain, Sorcha passed out, slummed into Greyback.
“What do we know about her” Astrid Holzer said, watching the prone woman on the ground. They were in the new Las fuex mansion commandeered by Amelia and were asked by Amelia to question the woman. They smuggled files from the ministry of magic on many wanted witches and wizards, Sorcha being one of them.
“She has two sons, each of them one and a half years old.”
“Do we know where they are?”
“The muggle census say both boys were with their grandmother in Dover”
Orcus was on the leather couch, his legs crossed as he read. His long black hair was encased in a ponytail, something he did to prepare the question session they were going to have. Both Astrid and Orcus were warned that Sorcha was violent and would stoop low to harm both of them.
Astrid looked to Orcus.
“Are you ready?” She said. Astrid got a bucket full of water, throwing it at Sorcha. The younger woman gasped, reaching for her wand that was no longer there. “What do you want from me?” She asked, pressed up against the wall, having a blindfold on that Scabior put on to “Making things interesting.”
Astrid cast a charm pinning Sorcha’s arms to the wall and bent down in front of the woman. “Who were you hiding with?” Sorcha responded by spitting on her. Astrid gasped, slapping the woman hard enough to leave a hand mark. Orcus chuckled from the couch. “Shut up Orcus. I’d like to see you do this.” She hissed. Sorcha craned her ear. She figured there were two people in the room at this point. It was lucky, because her pants were still at her ankles. Astrid noticed that too and pulled the woman’s pants up. “We don’t want to rape you, we only want information.” Astrid explained.
“Well I want information too. Where am I? Who are you? Why am I blindfolded?”
Orcus stood up. “Ms. Peters, you are not at liberty to ask questions. I suggest you cooperate with us. The sooner you tell us what we need to know, the sooner you’ll be freed.”
“Well I hope you like waiting, because I’ll never tell you where I was hiding. I’ll take it to the grave with me.” Sorcha blurted out. As soon as those words came out of her mouth she regretted it.

“Looks like we can’t torture you bodily.” Orcus noted as Sorcha lay as a heap on the floor. Sorcha was trying to breath though her broken ribs. She was sure her shoulder was dislocated and her pelvis was most likely broken as well. Orcus and Astrid took turns at their questioning, Astrid focusing on hexes while Orcus used his brute strength to throw her around. Sorcha still wasn’t talking and still wouldn’t. But the two were just waiting for when Scabior came back.
And when he did, the crying of children was heard very loudly and the scream of and older woman as they walked in.
“Sorcha! Oh God!” Joan screamed as she was dragged in by Scabior. Sorcha lifted her head.
“Mummy?” She whispered. Joan was let go, running to her daughter. Joan removed the blindfold, Sorcha blinking at the harsh light. Joan was grabbed by Orcus, forcing the woman up. Douglas and Atticus were standing at the doorway, both little boys wide-eyed at their mother looking so beat up.
“You basterds.” was all Sorcha could say.
“If you tell us where you were hiding and where the other spots are, they won’t be hurt.” Astrid said, crossing her arms. Douglas started wailing at this scene, Scabior responded by slapping the little boy. Sorcha bit her lip.
“We should have ran while we still could have Sorcha. You just should have shut up. But no, you had to play heroine, didn’t you?” Joan yelled at her daughter. Sorcha put her head down.
What she said next was so soft, everyone leaned forward to hear.
“Fine, Fine, I’ll tell everything. Just let them go.” She said. Scabior smiled at that, grabbing Joan from Orcus.
“We knew you’d give it. Weak little half blood you are.” Scabior said, dragging her mother and children from her. Astrid looked back at Atticus, the last twin to leave. Atticus didn’t go with Scabior. He ran to his mother, giving her a hug.
“I wuv you, Mummy.” He said, sobbing at his mother’s pain. “You boo-Boo. Atty mak it better.” Sorcha shook her head. “No baby, just go.” Atticus screamed, being dragged away by Orcus as Astrid got out a map of the area they found Sorcha. Sorcha was numb as she pointed to the spot where the hole was and all of the other ones. Astrid marked them up with a quill, getting up.
“Clean her up.” Astrid said to Orcus as she walked out of the room. Orcus ignored Sorcha’s tears, picking her up in his arms. He noted how light she was. It was obvious that hiding in the forest hadn’t been kind to her. “Come on. You need a bath.” He said, carrying her away.