Thread: Harry Potter: The Next Generation (Naomi David X Jehuty)

Usually, thought 15 year old halfblood Tessa Lightwood, it was a great blessing to be a Metamorphmagus. You could look like anyone, make that damned annoying massive pimple go away, play pranks on people, make yourself better looking... But for this half witch, half veela, it was a frigging curse. Shortly after getting off the train at King's Cross station after the end of fourth year, she had been kidnapped by a group of bad, bad witches and wizards, who routinely abused her abilities, forcing her to take on the shape of people so they could steal their money from Gringotts. They had already killed those people and stolen their key, or already stolen their key without killing them... She hated it, hated doing this for these monsters. But one day, she'd get out. She had already stolen back her wand and replaced it with a joke wand from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Right now, she was tired, dirty, badly injured, but she had the fire in her eyes, they had just brought her back after completing another heist. She had just enough energy to escape. These people were incredibly, incredibly stupid in their own little way, they were in an opulent loft in Diagon Alley, so that made things just a bit easier. Thank god she was a Gryffindor, she didn't think she could have survived if she wasn't one, she probably would have slit her own throat or wrists a long time ago if she wasn't so brave. She was cunning. Not to the level of the Slytherins or Ravenclaws, but it was enough... All she had to do was outwit her guard, which wasn't too much trouble... Or she could just stick her arms through the hole in the door, her little window, and squeeze him into submission, making him pass out. She opted to squeeze into submission, which she did, using her abilities to make her arms strong, like a strongman's arms. Shortly after, the man passed out, she used the Alohomora charm to unlock her door. She used the Full Body Bind Curse on the man, Petrificus Totalus , to keep him immobilized, and of course, quiet, even though the quiet part was unneeded, it didn't hurt to be sure. She stole his wand as well, even though she had her own with her. Right now, she had to work extremely quickly. She heard lots of talking outside, she guessed it was mid to late August now, when parents and children were shopping for school supplies... She was thanking her lucky stars that she was on the first floor of the loft, that just further proved how stupid these people were. Incredibly stupid, but incredibly dangerous. She'd make a big noise with the next curse she was going to use, but hey, one had to go big, or go home, and besides, the front door was several hundred feet away, and way more guarded. Time for the Blasting Curse, or Confringo! she said, though she moved several feet back. The wall in front of her exploded, frightening several people, but she didn't care, she started running like hell was on her heels, which it essentially was. Hopefully she could find an old mat of hers that could help her, that would protect her while she ran in Diagon Alley. She could disguise herself, but that would bring even more attention. She was so lost in her own thoughts she ran into some boy.