Obliviate My Rebellion {Book 3}

1. Hello, Mark

I opened my eyes, only to find we were on the beginning of Pond Close. I dropped my hand from Sam's arm, and looked around in awe. I hadn't been there for a year, and yet... everything looked the same.

The rows of houses still had their hedges separating properties, which Kayley and I used to play leapfrog over. The island in the middle of the street was still there, the apple tree casting a sliver of shade onto the grass.

"It hasn't changed a bit." I whispered to Sam. "How is that possible?"

Sam shrugged. "Sometimes we imagine things have changed as much as we have."

I pulled my wand out. "Right. Let's go."

"Woah there, little miss revenge." Sam said, pulling at my shoulder. "You want to go in there, wand blazing? I mean geez, do you want to get jinxed by him before we even get in?"

"He hasn't even got a wand." I said, tightening my hand around my wand, the wood cutting into the scarred palms of my hands. "The only reason Kayley.... appeared, is because she was killed with Voldemort's wand."

"Still." Sam said, her voice with a note of compassion on. "If that is true, we don't want to stroll through the front door. We have the advantage here."

"What, so you want us to sneak through the back door, and hold Mark at wand-point?" I asked skeptically.

"I tell you were being sarcastic, but that's not a bad idea." Sam said, clapping her hand on my shoulder. "Now, how do we get behind this creepy suburbia?"

"What, you've never had anything like this?" I asked curiously. Even though Sam and I were almost friends, I didn't know hardly anything about her. "A normal house?"

"We have a manor up in Scotland, and another house near one of the river valleys in Bulgaria. I doubt I'll ever see them again, I'm practically disowned." Sam sighed wistfully. But then she shook her head, and went back to her steel like self. "But never a normal-ish house. Plus, on one of those weird picture boxes the muggles have--"

"Do you mean a tv?" I asked wearily.

"That!" Sam said triumphantly. "All of the horror stories seem to be set in suburbs."

"You've got that right." I muttered. "Now come on, there's a lane behind all of the houses."

We walked down the long lane behind Pond Close, avoiding people's bins and walking hastily past muggles who stared at Sam's attire. "So, what are you going to do to him?" Sam asked wearily as we passed number 43's gate.

"Get my revenge."

"Well duh." Sam said, rolling her eyes. "But I mean, how?"

"I'm going to show the other's the memory vial." I said, patting my jean pocket, where I kept the memory vial. I kept it on my person at all time, the thoughts of what was inside stinging me like poison.

"Yeah, and his family is going to be pissed." Sam said. "But what then? Are you going to kill him?"

"I-I've never thought of it." I lied. When I forced myself to stay awake to avoid the faces of Cedric and Kayley, my mind tended to wander.

I thought of watching the life drain from Mark, as he had done to Kayley. Some deep and dark part of me thought that things would only get better when he was lying dead.

"Rory..." Sam trailed off, sounding genuinely worried. "You want to, I can tell. And Mark has a dark heart, about as dark as... death or something. And if you kill somebody with a dark heart, you end up being just as dark and twisted."

"Wow Sam, so deep." I drawled. "Didn't know you were into poetic crap."

"Hey, you've gotta have something to do on the run." Sam muttered. "I have an acrostic poem about Cole: Crazy, Overprotective, Little Eggplant."