A Magical Year (Magical trilogy book #2)

*Complete* 1976 ... Last year, Alex and Kyle visited Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with their school. They're best friends, and more like a brother and sister. Hogwarts was not the kind of school they expected to ever visit, since it taught REAL magic. And they never expected to meet such people there, people who they'd love.
Because of this love, Alex got the ability to make some simple spells; a talent that it so rare that it's nearly impossible. Now what'll happen when Alex turns from a muggle to a part-witch? And what will the Ministry of Magic decide to do about her?


47. Fears

"Becoming fearless isn't the point.

That's impossible.

It's learning how to control your fear,

and how to be free from it."

-Veronica Roth, Divergent.







I was out. No snakes anymore. I was in shock, though. Panting, panting, panting.

I looked around me and to my right I saw Jasmine, her cheeks wet, clearly crying. to my left I saw a guy called David sweating so much that his shirt needed to be changed. What did I look like? Crap.

"We'll give you a minute to catch your breath." Mr Blake said. 

"You call that a test? That's torture!" A girl who I think's called Samantha said.

"You can either continue or stop and fail, Miss Walker." Mr Brooks said sternly. The girl was as white as a paper. 

Mrs Holly was talking to each of us, asking us if we needed anything before getting into the next room. I heard Jasmine saying something about changing her clothes. 

"I just can't stand this, I feel like they're full of-"

"Shush! You can't say what's in this room!" 

"Then you got me, didn't you?" Mrs Holly nodded and brought Jasmine a plain yellow t-shirt and black pants. 

"I can't just change here in front of everyone!" Jasmine said. 

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the hall." Jasmine caught me looking at her.

"Turn around." She said, and I did. Mrs Holly came to me next and I told her that I didn't really need anything. 

"You'll go to room 7 next." I nodded. What can possibly be in room 7? 

As the bell rang I saw Ethan running to the room I just got out of. 

"Good luck with that." I said. 

I opened the door slowly and got in the room. It was a small room and there were many holes in the walls. There was a bathtub in the center of the room.

"What the hack?" 

As I looked into the bathtub, I found it full of black, huge scorpions. Naturally I jumped back, only to realize that there were some other scorpions getting out of the holes in the walls. 







The first room was creepy, but this was was scary. 

As I got in, I found some red stuff on the walls, and the floor. I knew it was blood. I kept on walking, there were bodies on the floor and then - then I started hearing voices. Bombs, explosions, shouts, crying. I started breathing heavily. What was this?! Fire and more blood, was this a war?! I didn't know what to do. I saw real people in the room running, and some others following them, holding weapons. Guns, swords, knives. All of the armed men started following me, and I screamed, running with both of my arms covering my head. 

"Don't do this to me!" I shouted. babies crying, women shouting. Children everywhere. Did I really get into a room?! Or did I reach the door that lead outside?! Can it possible be outside and there's war going on? The light got dim, but some held candles. The man was still following me, I wasn't even sure why. 

Why? Since when was there a reason for war? I ran and ran until I stumbled, and he caught me by the arm. 

"You know what we like to do to the young girls of our enemies?" He looked so scary. I was in tears, I was shaking, I was not sure how to act.

"Please leave me alone, please. Please don't kill me I'm begging you." The man pushed me violently and I started running again. The voices were terrible, and each while I felt like I was going to die in the next explosion, or get burned in the fire. There was fire everywhere I turned, what to do now?! 

Then I heard the bell ringing.

Everyone stopped moving and the voiced stopped so suddenly, of course I couldn't last any other moment there, and started looking for the door. It was all fake. It was all a test. 




The next room, 5 led me outside, to the roof. On the roof I found a helicopter. The driver went upwards right after he saw me, and soon he threw me a ladder made of rope and signaled me to climb it. 

"No! I can't. I fear heights! I shouted so that he'll hear me." He shook his head and I understood. I have to do that to pass the test. I took a breath and started climbing the roped ladder, it was going alright, and it was, until I looked down. I instantly shouted, and my breathing got too fast. I still had half of the way to make, and I was in midair, halfway through my way to the helicopter. It was like being lost in the middle of the sea, but in the air, with nothing to secure me if I fell. My hands started sweating so bad. "I CAN'T SWEAT NOW!" And my hands became slippery. I started praying, I may die in any moment, then I started trying to get up. I'm sure it was my adrenaline and my desire of staying alive, because I would never complete the process if I was in my right mind. Putting my feet on the roped ladder was even harder, but I had to do it or I'd die. I tried to slow down, maybe it'd make things better, and it was just a bit better, but I couldn't help looking down. The sight was the worst anyone can ever see. It was like falling, but not really falling, an never really reaching the ground. I got myself ready to fall at any moment. It could just happen as fast as falling asleep. Finally I reached the helicopter and I cried and shed happy tears, but actually, the part after that was even harder. 

The helicopter started going upwards, it was fast and soon everything turned really small. 


I was ready to faint, I really was, especially while the helicopter started going downwards very fast and I felt like crashing to the ground and I was crying, and praying. 

"Your three minutes are up." The man finally said, as the helicopter landed, I ran to the door, and threw up. 







That was hell. 

People in the room were chasing me, syringes in their hands. All I could do is run, but where to? The room was not that big, others were bigger, and I couldn't just keep on running forever. 

I really get scared of syringes and needles. 

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I started screaming. I felt like a psycho who ran from his psychiatrists. They were chasing me, wearing white coats and I couldn't let them get me. 

At last they managed to beat me, some of them held my feet, some held my hands and I was moving so violently just trying to get away from them, but they held the syringes and got them to my skin and I couldn't stand it. It must be too painful, and I can't stand much pain. 

It wasn't just one, but about ten. And then all got into my skin. And I screamed. 

I didn't really hear the bell, I just knew it banged because of the doctor's sudden disappearance







As I closed the room's door behind me, I started walking. As I walked, I found a wall right in front of me. The thing is, I didn't walk, I just took two steps. Literally. I could move a step to the right and a step to the left. I was in a cube. A small, small cube, and I couldn't handle it. 

"No no no no." I said. 

It happened like it always does when I'm in a small space. I started feeling like all the air got sucked from the room, and that the walls slowly started crushing me. I couldn't breath. I couldn't stand. It felt like a coffin. It felt even worse. 

Let me breath.

Just let me breath.

I started looking for the door, but it won't open. I seriously was about to faint. I would be found unconscious in this box. I'm claustrophobic, it's too much for me.  

Slowly, the room turned all black.


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