I need to get a message;MILAGROS

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Milagros was in Italy because she was performing a few concerts for the local witches and wizards. She had just arrived a few hours prior. She came a bit early hoping to explore the area a bit and learn some more about the muggle history. Milagros had always had a bit of a soft spot for muggle history. During her time at Hogwarts she had barely passed History of Magic because long lists of goblin wars and such didn’t peak her interests the way muggle history did. She had been raised by her aunt who was a squib but she still was almost always surrounded by other wizards and very much apart of the magical community from the start. Muggles were different and foreign and always an intriguing mystery waiting to be solved. When she came to Rome she knew there was much to offer for the adventurer in her. She always looked forward to when she could blend into muggle crowds… where no one was clamoring at her or demanding autographs or flashing camera lights in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her fans… it was quite the opposite. Milagros was always known for her love and expression of it to her fans. She was always kind to them and often lingered longer than she should just so she could make their day. However, it did get tiring day after day. Being among the muggles gave her the opportunity to be anonymous and it was always a refreshing feeling.

There is a phrase that goes, ‘When in Rome, do what the Romans do’. She couldn’t help but think of that when she saw the colosseum. It was night time and it was closed off to the public. But she was not the usual traveler. She was a witch. Milagros made sure no one was around to see her as she snuck into the ancient arena. As she walked around it, she was completely floored. It was amazing.

She had only been inside for a short time when she heard a man’s voice shouting “crucio”. At first she wanted to run but something (probably stupidity) kept her from doing so. Instead she moved towards the voice, hoping to find out what was going on. If some death eater was torturing some poor muggle or muggleborn …. maybe she could help. Milagros was decent at DADA but she wasn’t an auror or anything close to the skill level as those in the Order. But just maybe her skills would be enough to save a life. Though… she knew if the death eater saw her… it was cause her problems. Milagros was famous after all and the death eaters back home used her to help sell their propaganda… though what she didn’t realize was that she put in her own Order propaganda in her lyrics. It was in such a way that only Order Supporters would ever catch on. If something should happen, any other witch would have to kill the death eater in order to leave without consequences. However, Milagros wasn’t an ordinary witch. She was an expert at charms and her speciality was memory charms. She easily able to erase or replace a person’s memory if need be.

As soon as she walked through the intruder charm, she knew what she had done… even before she heard a man call to her to show herself. When you were as knowledgeable with charms as she was … you could almost sense a charm… like a 6th sense. Of course she wouldn’t be able to know for sure what it was but she swore they were almost tangible to her. Milagros counted to ten in her head as she caught her breath. She was rather nervous to come face to face with whoever was waiting for her.

Milagros took out her wand. ”Are you a death eater?” She called back to the man right after she stepped out to where he could see her. Her mind was already formulating escape plans. Milagros was shaking ever so slightly. It might have been because the breeze was bit chilly… or more likely than not she was scared to the core about all the horrible ways this encounter could go wrong. She was wearing black heels, high waisted jeans and a vintage blouse. Milagros looked far from threatening. Milagros moved her eyes from the old man to see another who appeared to be chained to a pillar. ”Who is that?” She said motioning to the man. She tried to make her voice seem rougher and tougher but she wasn’t sure if she was doing a very good job. ”I demand you let that man free! Why is he chained like?

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Milagros had asked the man if he was a death eater. No response. She could just hear the barely understandable pleadings of the man chained to the pillar. He was begging her, begging Milagros to help him. It didn’t matter who he was, what he had done. His pleading voice was so raw, so in the moment and full of real fear. It made her shudder inside. How could a person sleep at night after torturing a person to the point of begging for their life. It was one of the most awful things she ever had to hear. The man chained to the pillar made eye contact with her. It was too painful. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t look him in the eye if she couldn’t help him. If she had to leave him chained up until death took him. Milagros was still waiting for a response when she heard the older man with the wand speak to him. He told him he was minutes from kill him. That no one would be saving him today. Milagros could feel a lump forming in her throat. It felt dry and scratchy as she began to get a better picture of what had been going on here and how things would soon end.

The man with the wand chuckled and the other one chained to the wall feel quiet and began to stare at the floor. Milagros watched as the man with the wand lowered it. Milagros still kept her’s steady. She was definitely as skilled as this older man presumably was. She couldn’t make the foolish mistake of false security because his wand wasn’t directly pointed at her. He called her by name. It wasn’t unexpected. Her smiling face was on promotional signs all over the wizarding world. He told her it was pleasure to meet her and gave a name. Gerald. He put an arm up. A sign of him not being a threat to her. But still she wasn’t yet convinced. Milagros knew all about how Death Eaters were manipulative… they were like wolves in sheep’s clothing… or like a snake hiding in the grass.

Gerald continued. He explained that the chained man was a death eater and that he had no intention of letting him go. That this man was a threat to a friend of his. Milagros was still unsure. Still confused. Sill in doubt of who to trust. It made her anxious. Maybe Gerald was the death eater and this man was an order member or something. How could she possibly know? ”You’re not a death eater though?” She asked trying very hard to keep her voice from shaking. ”Who do you claim this man is threatening?” Perhaps if she knew, maybe the story would make more sense. Maybe it would make his position more understandable. ”You’re gonna…” she took an awkward breath ”You’re gonna kill this man? she asked afraid of the answer she was about the hear.

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The older man seemed to be watching her eerily with one eye… it was a bit unsettling to say the least. She still wasn’t so sure about him. He seemed to be looking around like he was expecting another person to intrude on this little party they already had going. This made Milagros even more anxious. What if more death eaters came? Bad news.

She was still trying to keep her eyes off the chained man. Too afraid of what her fragile emotions might make her do seeing a person in pain and fear, tied up like an animal. It certainly rattled her in such a way she could never expect. The older man seemed to chuckle at her question of him as a death eater. He denied being one… but what death eater wouldn’t if they thought it would hinder their motives. She wasn’t sure what the older man’s motives were exactly but something made her feel like he was anxious about something… but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

He then told her that he worked for Arik Waters. She knew the name and could vaguely remember the man’s face. She had met him once at some event. It was a very brief meeting and wasn’t a very pleasant one… but she knew who he had been and what he had become… a person hiding in the shadows… like so many had after the fall of the ministry. She felt sorry for Mr. Waters and the troubles he now had because of all the horrid death eaters reigning hell on everyone else. However, throwing out a big name like Arik Waters didn’t exactly prove he was anything but a Death Eater who could string together a plausible albeit.

Gerald then told her he had to kill her. That it was a necessary evil. His voice was soft and flat like he didn’t mean to upset her by all of this… but she had been flattered and coddled by death eaters by ulterior motives before so it didn’t exactly surprise her too much. The only way she could be sure that Gerald was the death eater was to have him prove it. ”I think I would believe your story if you let me see your arms. That way I can know for sure that you’re not a death eater trying to fool me” she said as she boldly began to walk towards him with her wand still pointing right at him. ”Words alone are not enough to let me, let you… kill a man” She tried to look as tough as she could and keep her voice loud and steady. Milagros didn’t want this possible death eater to think she was someone to toy with… even if she was scared to death inside.

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Milagros slightly jumped in her shoes as the man who was chained shouted that all the Waters were alive. Her eyes narrowed as she shifted her gaze abruptly back to Gerald. Looking at the chained man was too much for her. It brought back too many memories from when she and her brother had been kidnapped by death eaters. Even if this man chained was the enemy… seeing someone in pain was never something she wished on anyone. Gerald silenced the man and then told her he was mad. She bit her lip as she tried to make sense of everything in her head.

Gerald nodded to her before showing her his arms and lack of a dark mark. He then added further proof to his claims by showing her Klaus’ arms. Milagros believed Gerald but was still nervous about the situation. She believed Gerald but still was iffy on trusting him. Milagros lowered her wand but she still kept her arm tight at her side incase she needed to quickly return to defense mode.

Gerald told Milagros that normally he’d allow the man to have a trial at the ministry but now such a thing was out of the question. It was true. She couldn’t argue that. However, she was still afraid of allowing a man to be condemned to death when she did not know herself if he was guilty of a real crime besides having a dark mark. It was not unheard of for people to be forced into the lifestyle.

Milagros walked towards Gerald, making the distance between them much smaller. ”He says Waters is alive though. You know for certain this man… Klaus” having a name for him was even worse (it just added to the fact that they were dealing with a human being… a person who may have been a normal person if war hadn’t broke out) "that he has personally done crimes punishable by death?” her eyes were big with concern ”You really think he is dangerous? she paused for a moment ”What if I erased some of his memories… so he wouldn’t remember this?” It was very strange that she was trying to save a death eater… but perhaps her kindness was her weakness after all. Many years ago when she was sorted into Hufflepuff house, the sorting hat and told her her strength would always be her heart… but it was moments like this that she felt he couldn’t have been more wrong. It was her downfall and invitation to chaos when she couldn’t let people get what they probably truly deserved.