A Ripple in Time

Cecilia Krum walked though Diagon her arms loaded down with a ton of heavy bags and her heels click click clicking as she sauntered down the street. As she was walking she took a wrong turn and ended up in Knockturn Alley with no idea how to get back and then home. With the illness that was going around her magic wasn’t working and she couldn’t trust her shelf to apperate home let alone walk the whole way there. “Somebody help me!” she cried stomping her foot on the cobble stone street, “I just want to get out of here!”

The Sixteen almost Seventeen year old girl was wearing a blue sleeveless dress with a black belt cinching together the middle and booties to match with buckles all over them. She wore studs with a peace sign and a heart along with a necklace that read peace and love on little plate like things, both in a golden color to match her ring. Her hair was French braded back into a pony tail with a few lose pieces hanging lose because they were too short to reach.

Cec looked around at the dark sinister building and really just wanted out of this place. She wanted to be somewhere she felt safe and loved, but she didn’t know where that was at the moment. It sure wasn’t at home. The people there didn’t care about her. Most of them wished she had never been born, especially her father. It was all because she wasn’t a boy. Though he didn’t seem too fond of her brother either.

Sighing she plopped down on the steps in front of one of the stores. “I’m never going to get out of her. Or be good enough for them.” She said gloomily and rested her arms and head on her knees.

Outfit

The picture of innocence.

Beautiful, small, petite, and just there for the taking. If he didn't act fast, someone else would get her. Felix wore a dark traveling cloak, it's hood was pulled up over his head, covering shaggy dark hair. He hadn't shaved in a while, so he had stubble around his jaw and across his upper lip. Felix's eyes were dark, he had bags under them that wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried. His stay in Azkaban had given him dark bags under his eyes that wouldn't go away.

Felix stared at this adorable girl, and he felt his insides itching. His imagination started, and his ears could almost hear her screams. Without a moment of more hesitation, he walked forward towards her and stood in front of her. "Oh dear, are you lost?" He asked in the most kind voice he could muster. Which was pretty kind actually, he had always been a charming one, if he looked a bit beat up now.. once he was clean shaven, and dressed in his finest, he could be a proper gentleman, if but he had a dark side to him.. a very, dark side.

"This is not the place for lovely young ladies like yourself my dear.. let me help you out of here." He said, holding his hand out to the girl, his most winning smile attached to his face.

“Yes I’m lost; I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t.” Cecilia said rolling her eyes and narrowing her eyes at the hooded figure. “Oh and I also wouldn’t be asking for help.” She looked away from him and sighed. Cec was never going to get out of that place. “Why should I trust you? Just because you’re speaking kindly?” The girl asked looking at the hand he had held out to her for a minute. If she didn’t take his hand and fallow him out of here she was never going to get out. “Fine just get me back to Diagon Alley,” She said placing her hand in his and standing up, and gathered her bags.

Good girl

Felix smiled when she took his hand. She was small, well, for the most part. Seventeen at the most, and easy to handle. Felix could feel the stares on them, and he quickly helped her up and led her down the alleyway. She wouldn't know it, but they were heading in the complete opposite direction of Diagon Alley. The road slanted uphill the way he was going, so it was very easy to get turned around, seeing as for the majority of Knockturn Alley, it sloped downhill, but about halfway through, it headed back up, and if you weren't careful, you would think you were heading back to Diagon Alley, instead of into the depths of the worst area in the wizarding world, besides Azkaban.

"What brings you this far down Knockturn Alley love?" He asked, gently leading her along with his right hand to her lower back, his left hand on her shoulder, steering her without applying to much force, but making sure others knew to back off. It was obvious it was working, and would be obvious to her as well, because people walked halfway up, saw Felix, and took off, almost frightened at his possession of the girl.

“I had been shopping, took a wrong turn.” Cecilia said rolling her eyes again, “Why the hell else would I be in Knockturn Alley? And don’t call me love.” She watched as people started to walk up to her then walk away with the sure sign of fear on their face. “What’s wrong with those people? They seem scared.” She said and shrugged not really caring as long as she got out of that gross damp and dark alley. She pushed his hand off her shoulder allowing the other to stay on her lower back. “How much further to Diagon alley?” she asked

Felix let his hand slide off her shoulder, but he grew more tense when it did. "People are not very trusting here love." He said, ignoring her comment on not calling her love. "In order to get you out of here safely, I have to act like them.. for now, you belong to me, the second we get back to Diagon Alley, you will be safe to go home, we are nearly there." He said gently, his hand going back up to her shoulder. "So what's your name love?" He asked gently, still leading her along possessively, his eyes scanning the people around them, they looked curious, but they slowly backed off until they got to a point in Knockturn Alley that no one was in. "We're nearly there.. see how few people there are here? They don't like being near the street, in case they get seen."

Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and let go of her with his left hand. He dug into his pocket, and pulled out his wand. He spun around and using his weight he attempted to push her up against a wall. He held the wand to her throat and smiled at her, his teeth glinting white against his darker skin. "Give me your wand." He whispered holding his forearm over her throat, his wand pointed directly into her throat so it poke up against her skin.

“I said not to call me Love,” She said narrowing her eyes at him, “And I’m Cecilia, Cecilia Krum.” Her words aren’t as cold and harsh as they had been when he had first approached her. “Yeah whatever just get me out of here,” She said once again, before being pushed up against the wall. “I—it’s in one of the bags,” She choked out. She hadn’t had another place to put it without the muggles of London seeing it before she had moved into the wizarding part for a little shopping of magical items. “I don’t know which one it is in though.” Tears formed in her eyes, she should have never trusted him.

"Drop you bag." He growled into her ear, his arm still across her throat, pointing his wand there as well. "Go ahead and cry love, ain't gonna do you any good, because you're coming with me. Drop your bags, and stand perfectly still against the wall okay? You move and I kill you, and I have no problems doing that either." He said wand pointed at her. "We are nowhere near anyone right now love, I took you to a place not even the bad people go in Knockturn Alley, we're so far away from your precious Diagon Alley, that the people of that street forgot this part existed. So drop your bags, and stay perfectly still, if you don't, it will only be harder on you, and you've already got it bad." He grinned.

Felix flicked his head back, and his hood fell from his face. He looked different, but it was still obviously Felix Barker. "So you're a Krum eh? Related to Elijah? Well that's just lovely, because it'll be a while before you get to see your brother again." He laughed and moved back away from her, going for her bags and rummaging through them before finding her wand and pulling it out. He picked up her bag and slung it over his shoulder, making sure he didn't drop anything. "Now.. you're coming with me." He growled, and grabbed her arm, spinning on the spot, and apparating.

Cecilia did as told and dropped the bag, and watched him dig through it. She wouldn’t move out of fear, fear that he might try using the killing cures on her. This is one of the things that always made her wonder why she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She was so stupid most of the time; she was blind just like her name meant. “I haven’t seen him in forever to begin with,” She said quietly not straggling against what he said or did. His grip was tight as he apparated away with ahold of her arm. With nothing left behind but the empty alley way.