Give Me a Sign *stephy*

Larkson mumbled under her breath as she was pulled towards the building ahead of her. The person she called best friend had brought her here, along with her stupid cousin. She normally didn’t say rude things, but at the current moment, she didn’t care. “It’s not fair! Let me go, Thierry!” she shouted, kicking out to get away. She felt another hand grab at her, slinging her over the person’s shoulder. She mumbled more, hitting the person’s back. “Make her stop, Thierry,” Henry mumbled, pulling his wand out of his pocket. “Or I’ll make her.”

Larkson hushed instantly, trying to cross her arms the best she could. She stared at the ground as she door ahead of them opened and the light was gone from them minutes later. She heard him whisper something to Thierry, who made lights appear. It clicked in her head that this was not just an old building that was no longer cared for, but someone’s home, who wanted to stay from the wizarding eyes.

“Welcome to my house, Larkson. You will like it here,” Thierry said in a voice she was unfamiliar with. Larkson had started humming, ignoring her old friend. Thierry just rolled her eyes as Henry threw Larkson to the ground. “Are you going to tell me what Mark wanted yet or not?” Henry asked, pocketing his wand. Thierry just glanced at Larkson before shaking her head. “We will find out when he gets here,” she mumbled.

Larkson had started singing softly, lying on the ground curled up in a ball. Thierry and Henry were in the room somewhere talking about something that she couldn’t hear about. She guessed it was about why they had kidnapped her. She stared at the wall ahead of her but she was sure they had stopped paying much attention to her. “Henry, what do they want? What have you done?” Thierry asked in a hushed voice, glancing at Larkson every few seconds.

“I don’t know…they just told me to come,” he hissed softly at her, running a hand through his hair. He turned around when he heard a pop from outside the building. He pulled his wand back out, holding it loosely in his hands to make sure it was no one dangerous. When he heard someone speak, he lowered his wand, noticing it was Mark and twins.

Larkson kept singing but looked up at Mark as her name was called. She didn’t say anything to him and turned her eyes back at the wall. “Take her upstairs, she is getting on my nerves,” Henry mumbled, running his hand through his hair once more.

Larkson stopped singing as the person screamed shut up. Her eyes still stayed at the wall as she felt herself being lifted. She wasn't sure who had picked her up, but she knew it was by magic. She finally closer her eyes, not wanting to know where she was going. "I want to go home," she said softly, as she was laid on a bed. Whoever it was said nothing and shut the door behind them. When she opened her eyes, she saw no one around her and huffed softly.

Henry glared at Tomas, wanting to slap the expression off his face. Instead, he moved to be near Linnea, knowing if he was anywhere near Tomas, he would snap. Thierry ran down the stairs softly, pulling her wand out of her pocket. "I want them out of here, now," she hissed, pointing her wand at Tomas. "You have at least 30 seconds to get out of my house. I have no idea what you want, but you are not welcomed," she told him, narrowing her eyes.

"The dark lord was before our time, but we have heard of it," Henry said softly from behind the girl. Thierry had yet to lower her wand. She hated the man in front of her and wanted to ring his neck. Before she could stop herself, she shouted a curse at him. She couldn't tell what she said, but she saw a dark purple streak of light shoot from the tip of her wand.

Larkson felt herself move from the bed and made her way towards the door as she heard shouting from down stairs. She hated screaming and she padded her pockets for her wand, but she came up empty handed. "Please stop screaming...." She said softly, walking down the stairs without making any noise. Henry glanced at her then back at Thierry.

"Should have knocked her out," he mumbled, laying his hand on Linnea's shoulder.

Henry raised his hand in surrender, letting her know that his plans had not been to hurt her, but out of a friendly gesture. "We havent attacked you. Theirry is just hard headed." he said, glancing at her. She glared at him before looking at Tomas. "I want you out of my house when I get back. Mark, follow me." Thierry said, walking towards the stairs.

Larkson glanced at Thierry, then Henry and the other girl across the room. She wasnt sure what was going on, but she didnt want to find out. When Thierry grabbed her arm, she glared. "I wanna go down there!" she shouted, pulling out of Thierry's grip. She ran down the stairs and hid behind Tomas, grabbing a hold of him so she couldnt be moved.

"Thierry, either get your friend or I'll kill her." Henry said, glaring at Larkson, who stuck her tongue out at them

Thierry rushed to Larkson and tried to get her up. "I said follow me Mark...not lay around like a lazy lump," Thierry said sharply. When Larkson got up, she wiped the tears from her face. "And you could be a bit nicer. It's not her fault she is the way she is. She is different," Thierry hissed softly, while Larkson tried to get away from her again. "No, I wanna go home!" she shouted. Henry just shook his head, mumbling under his breath the whole time. "I knew we should have left her." he mumbled while Thierry made her way up the stairs, Larkon in tow. "I SAID COME HERE MARK!" she shouted once more.

"Keep her up here...and I mean it Mark!" Thierry yelled, slamming the door behind her once she got Larkson into the bed and calmed down. She made her way back down the stairs and glared at Tomas. "I hate you...I told you to get out..." she hissed, flicking her wand towards him. Henry rolled his eyes, looking back at Linnea. "I think we are the normal ones. Let's go outside and talk, maybe they will kill one another." He mumbled, pulling the door open and walking out. Larkson mumbled, trying to pull the covers off her. "SHE PUT MAGIC ON IT!! MAKE HER LET ME GO!" She shouted, tears in her eyes.

Henry glared at Tomas. "When I asked to speak outside, I meant with your sister. Not you." he hissed softly, glaring at Thierry. Thierry raised her want and flicked her wrist softly, a pink jet of light leaving her wand. "I highly doubt you could kill me you idiot. You could barely pass charms and dark arts." she hissed, throwing another curse at him. Henry took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "This is was I wanted to speak outside." he mumbled, shutting the door behind her.

Larkson looked at Mark, tears in her eyes. "Get me out of here, please!" she screamed, still trying to kick the covers off. "She done something to them. Thierry is evil, I promise you!" she shouted once more.

"Tell me about...this person. Are they trying to wipe around mudbloods again?" Henry asked the minute they were outside. "Or what? If it has anything to do with the dark arts, I'm all for it. But I dont want to join it be something I can't profit from." he said, glancing in through the windows every few seconds to make sure nothing bad was going on. "I know Larkson cant join...she's different. She isnt a witch...we have no idea what she is. All she knew is sometimes she can see things that have happened long ago or see things that will happen, but he can be a weapon for whatever is needed." Henry told Linnea.

Thierry glared at Tomas, throwing her wand aside. "The real world huh? How about I show you the real world?" she asked with a hiss. She ran towards him, faster than she usually allowed herself to go. All her life, she had tried to blend in with the others, but when pushed over the edge, she allowed her true nature to come out. She grabbed Tomas by the throat and pushed him into the wall, her fangs coming out. "Is this real enough?" she growled before sinking her fangs into his neck. She didnt do it to harm him, but to scare him.

Larkson shook her head. "I...I dont know any spells...I'm not a witch." she mumbled softly. She glanced at Mark for a few seconds before looking around the room. "She keeps a book of spells in her drawer over there." she told him.

"He knows Thierry somehow. They hate each other, almost like Tomas and Thierry do. And she just bit him, dont worry though, he pushed her away." He mumbled, glancing into the house. "Anyway, Thierry asked me to come and help her with Larkson. She didnt reveal to me the truth until we got here. I have to agree, it was a great thing she did. I want to join...if you are sure that she will think everything through before acting." he told her, crossing his arms over his chest.

Thierry glared at him, ducking out of the way as he threw a spell at her. Out of instinct, she ran and tackled him down, punching wherever she could reach. "Dont ever compare me to a mutt. I am a vampire, not a pathetic dog, I could kill you in seconds!" she yelled, finally trying to snatch the wand from his hands.

Larkson watched him, no longer crying. She was sniffling a bit, but otherwise, she was completely fine. "I...I just want to go home." she mumbled, watching every movenment he made.

Henry nodded once, covering his face with his hands. He turned around, walking forward a bit to think. He had wanted to do something like this for a while. As he was growing up, he had heard of Harry Potter defeating the Dark Lord and he grew to hate him just as much as any Slytherin would. He taught himself the dark arts and now it was finally going to pay off. “I’ve made up my mind. I need to talk to Thierry about it though. And Larkson,” he mumbled.

Thierry felt him trying to move, but she wasn’t going to allow it. She was tired of him, tired of the way he acted. When she finally got his wand, she pointed it at him, breathing heavily. “I hate you…I hate everything about you,” she hissed softly. She pushed back her hair with her other hand, backing up to get away from him. Her dress had ripped at the hem line and she glared at him. “I paid good money for this…and you ruined it,” she mumbled. Thierry turned her head as she seen Mark entered the room. Before she could even think, she felt a pain shoot through her body and scream leave her mouth.

Larkson whimpered when she heard a scream and ran from the room, mumbling things under her breath. “LEAVE THIERRY ALONE!!” she shouted, running down the stairs. “Make him stop, Mark!” she shouted, tears in her eyes.

Larkson felt tears run down her face as Thierry kept screaming. She pulled at Mark’s hand, trying to get him to make Tomas stop. Seconds later, she heard Linnea come in and the fighting stopped. Larkson ran towards Thierry, trying to help. But before she could, she doubled over, grabbing her head.

“What is it, Larkson?” Thierry asked so the others couldn’t hear. Larkson shook her head, deciding to wait until no one was around. Thierry stood up, shaking as she done so. “I hope I can be the one to kill you,” she told Tomas as she snapped his wand in half. She threw the pieces at him, kicking him once in the shin before walking out of the room.

Henry was also glaring at Tomas, wanting to break his neck. “You need to keep your brother on a leash. Thierry, get back out here!” he shouted, picking her wand up off the floor. He looked at it carefully and held it until she got in there. Before she could say anything, he snapped her wand in half also and threw it at her. “You will buy him a new one and I will deal with you later.” He hissed softly.

Thierry was in shock. First, she had to buy Tomas a wand. Second, she had her own broken. Tears welded in her eyes, not sure what to say. She glanced at Larkson, who was sitting on the floor and staring at the wall once more. When she sighed and looked at Henry, she flinched. She knew he was serious about her buying Tomas a wand. “But it’s not fair….” she said softly, crossing her arms in a form of complaining.

“Fine…give me the money to buy the wands,” she said, glaring at Tomas. Henry raised his eyebrows, giving her a look. “You, you have to work to get money for a wand. You can figure out a way to get that on your own. Here, takes this and buy only Tomas a wand. I promise you, if you do not bring me the money back, you will regret it,” he told her softly, with a hint of anger in his voice. Thierry wiped her eyes and looked down, nodding her head and taking his money for Tomas.

Henry never took his eyes away from Thierry as he started to speak. “I’ve changed my mind, we are going to join. All of us.” Thierry looked back up, eyes wide. “Join what?” she asked. He glared at her, shaking his head. “Go, now!” he yelled. Larkson jumped in her corner, glancing at Henry. “You will regret it. I’ve seen what happens!” she shouted. Henry rolled his eyes, walking to Larkson and grabbing her by the arm. “You will keep your mouth shut and act your age,” she hissed softly.

Thierry glared at Henry, but said nothing as she walked towards Tomas. “Come on before I change my mind,” she hissed, walking towards the fireplace. She grabbed a small pot full of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace.

Larkson shook her head, backing away. “She will fail. She will mess up and let something slip through her fingers. You will regret it! Everyone will die….even you,” she said, her eyes wide. Henry’s grip became tighter and she whimpered. “Ignore her, she doesn’t know what she is talking about,” Henry mumbled, throwing her to the floor. Larkson glanced at him before sniffling. She hated being told she was lying. She couldn’t think of how many times she had saved his life and he never told her she was a liar before.

“I…I don’t want to join. She will kill you all…she will let the wrong one into the group and kill them all. She will let someone slip away and they will kill her. You have to believe me Henry!” she begged, grabbing onto the hem of his robes.

Thierry waited until Tomas came out of the other side before walking away from him. “You hurry up, pick a wand, and get out of my sight. I mean it. Here is the money…I want nothing to do with you…” she hissed, passing him the money.

Thierry soon grew bored and went to reach for her wand, only to realize it was not there. She sighed softly, walking back and forth at the entrance of the fireplace. “Excuse me, Miss, but you can’t stay there,” she heard. Thierry glared at the old man before making her way to Olivanders. Thierry mumbled under her breath as she pushed the door open to the shop. She made her way to the counter and laid her head on it, waiting for Tomas to hurry.

Larkson shook her head, whimpering once more. “What are you, a dog? Stop the whimpering,” Henry told her. He was startled by Mark’s reaction, a bit stunned at why he acted like that. “I’m all for it if you want,” he told Linnea. Larkson’s eyes widen, feeling the betraying words hit her like a ton of bricks. Larkson wasn’t sure why, but she jumped up and started running, wanting to get away from them.

Thierry rolled her eyes when Tomas just walked off, not bothering to say anything. “My wand was snapped also, I’ll be back later for a new one,” she told the old man before walking out of the shop, her eyes narrowed. “You are very rude, you know that,” she told him, walking straight pass him. She was not going to wait for him and he wanted back to her house, he would have to stay next to her because she wasn’t going to come back nor would she wait for him at the fireplace.

Henry mumbled under his breath, watching Larkson run. “I’ll go find her,” he mumbled, heading in the direction she had been going. Larkson had tried to open all the doors and even windows in the house, but for some reason, none would budge. She mumbled under her breath, hoping once she could be a witch. When nothing happen, she started pounding on the door. She didn’t want to be here, she wanted to go home. She didn’t even like the evil or dark arts; she was only there because she was forced to go. She kicked once more at the door before Henry grabbed her, bringing her right back to the others.

“To have someone fear you, Tomas, you have to start polite. Being calm and polite with a threaten look strikes more fear than anything,” she told him, grabbing the floo powder and saying where she wanted to go. She stepped into the fire and glared before she disappeared and landed into her own fireplace. “Are you happy, Henry? I brought the dang wa-what are you doing to Larkson!” she shouted, seeing Henry hold her tightly while she struggled.

Henry had finally gotten Larkson under control but she would jump and try to get away from him every once in a while. “Will you be still,” he mumbled as Thierry fell from the fireplace. “We are going to see someone, your friend didn’t know how to behave, so I was making her do so,” Henry said, glaring down at her. Larkson kept trying to get away, but it was proving to be useless.

Her eyes would go to Mark, hoping he would try to help her. But it seemed he could never look at her in the eyes and she tried to pull away from Henry once more.

Thierry glared at the Henry as he passed Larkson to Thierry. She wanted to break Henry’s neck and hurt Linnea for allowing this. “No…leave Larkson alone. She doesn’t like the dark arts. It’s not like she can tell anyone, she doesn’t have anyone,” she said, glaring at Mark. Larkson shook her head at Thierry, fear in her eyes. “Don’t…it’s ok…” she whispered, tears in her eyes. Thierry kept the glare on her face but nodded because Larkson asked her to.

“We are ready,” Henry told Linnea, grabbing Thierry by the arms. “Do you think it would be easier for me to apperate with you and Tomas to apperate with Tomas…or the other way around, doesn’t matter to much to me,” Henry told her, glancing over at Larkson to see she was no longer struggling but she was now glaring at the floor.

Thierry smirked, wanting to get back at Tomas. She quickly grabbed his arm as Henry made his way towards him. He had seen the way Tomas looked when his idea was suggested and was going to go with him. But when Thierry grabbed him, he decided against it and walked back closer to Linnea. “Whenever you are ready, we are,” he said, his face cleaned of expression.

Larkson glanced at Mark for a few seconds before she started whispering, hoping he heard. “Don’t worry…I’ll make sure to act like I want to join so you don’t get hurt…” she said softly, she barely heard herself. She licked her lips, glancing at Thierry and Henry.

When they arrived, Henry let go of Linnea’s arm and almost lost balance. When she said for them to wait, he nodded and sat down on a couch, letting his thoughts go haywire. Thierry smirked when Tomas let go of her quickly. “Oh, is someone afraid of my touch?” she asked, laughing softly to herself as she walked around the room. She was a bit surprised at how cold the room was but said nothing about it. Larkson took a seat beside Mark and moved closer to him. She felt safe around him and tried to convince herself she wanted to be here when she knew she didn’t.

“What would happen if I don’t want to be here and they make me stay?” she asked him softly, looking down at the ground. She felt scared and wanted to go home, but knew that she wouldn’t be able to now. She was either going to die or stay here helping the wrong person.

“Don’t even lie to yourself,” she said to Tomas, crossing her arms with a glare on her face. “You aren’t fooling anyone,” she told him before turning her attention to something else. Henry was just staring but she could tell he was on the verge of getting annoying. She bit down on her lip so keep from saying anything to him about now having a wand, but one look told her she better not say anything.

Larkson swallowed back her tears and grabbed Mark’s hand tightly, fear going throughout her body. “I don’t want to be here. She will want to know what I’m thinking every minute of the day…I can’t control when and what I see. I don’t want to see what I have. It’s horrible. I see people die and I help change that from happening when I want too…” she mumbled, tears in her eyes. She sat there and listened to what he was saying and she nodded.

“I’ll try to convince her I want to be here…but I’m not sure if I can help her too much,” she mumbled. Thierry glanced over at Larkson, and rolled her eyes. “Tomas, do you see what I see? Is that thing of yours touching my friend? A muggle at the least?” Thierry asked as if it was his fault.

Larkson kept her gaze to the ground until she felt her hand ripped from Mark’s. She looked up at Mark and seen that Tomas had pulled him away. When she heard the word mud-blood, her eyes widen. “I’m…I’m a muggle…” she said softly, twiddling her thumbs again. She felt like crying and wanted someone to reassure her that she would be ok. When neither Thierry nor Henry made a move towards her, she sat back and looked back at the ground.

Thierry glared at Tomas, her hand itching to hurt him. “I said keep him away, not insult her. I don’t want her mind polluted by…his kind,” she hissed, making her way behind him. “How long is this going to take? I have to go buy a wand…and then test it out on someone,” she asked, her eyes still narrowed at him. Henry just yawned, staring at where Linnea had left a few seconds ago. “Just hush Thierry….you have plenty of time for a new wand,” he mumbled, standing up once again and walking around.