Demigod solidarity

chapter 6 decleration

Chelsea groaned as her eyes slowly blinked open. She tried to sit up, but a large piece of rubble was keeping her from doing so. It must have easily weighted over three hundred pounds by the looks of it.

Chelsea manage to wiggle her arms so she could press her hands to the cold stone. She grunted a bit, but still easily moved the rubble aside and shackily got to her feet. She swayed from side to side as pain suddenly shot up in her ribs.

She looked down her hands shackily hovering over a small piece of wood sticking out of her side. Her blood slowly staining her robes. She took in a deep painful breath, she's been trained for this, she didn't have any sort of healing equipment or supply so taking out the foreign object is only going to help her die faster. That's what the nice faune mister Grover had told her.

Chelsea looked around, the desolated room was empty. She slowly pulled off her robe and teared off a very large chunk of it.

She slowly wrapped it around her stomach and over the wound. She pressed her hand to the injury and took out her wand with the other. She started walking towards the hole. Three Slytherin and Filch appeared, being Umbridge's main supporters and even enforcers Chelsea didn't hesitate.

She shot a confringo spell grunting in pain with every wave of her wand, but she missed instead her spell landed in a still intact part of the wall. Taking off a decent chunk of it.

She ducked behind a still intact pillar. Considering her next move as stupefication spells slammed into the woods. Along with what she assumed were rocks since Filch probably couldn't do much. She might have felt sympathy for the squib if he wasn't such a petty bastard.

"Periculum!" She grunted blindly pointing her wands in her ennemies general direction. Conjuring a bright red flare that shot off like a rocket.

Her ennemies temporarily blinded she jumped out of her hiding spot and swiftly petrified all four of them.

Chelsea grunted as she walked over the rubbles. Wishing she actually learned at least one healing spell. She paused in front of a Slytherin whom aparently wasn't petrified enought to keep his mouth shut. Remembering how they basically kissed Umbridge's ass in order to gain power and give everyone else hell reminded her how most of their parents acted in society. Sucking Up to the nearest powerful person so there's no consequences to their actions.

The kick she landed in his stomach would have to serve as a lesson for now.

She limped towards the class, the halls empty. Umbridge was most likely interrogating the rest of the D.A and assumed her dead as some sort of collateral damage, but she was made from tougher stuff than a regular wizard.

She was half god, it wasn't a small gut wound that was going to stop her from saving her foolish kind from extinction.

She found the right door and leaned against the wall next to it. Breathing heavily she attempted to move, but she couldn't move. Too much pain gained and too much blood lost.

She slopilly tried to hold the doorknob and turn it, but all she managed to do was weakly slap it. Leaving blood stains on the silver metal.

"Over here!" Angrily schreeched the annoying voice of Dolores Umbridge. Spurred on by fear and a little bit of anger Chelsea gripped the doorknob with the rest of her strenght and threw the door open.

She slammed it close, knowing full well that the blood stains were a dead giveaway of where she was. If Umbridge didn't know what her intention were that is.

She stuck a chair under the doorknob and limped towards the transparent cage. Charlie's eyes widdened at the sight. Chelsea stumbled over the box. She pressed her hand to it, leaving a bloody handprint. Her eyes briefly flickered Blue and she fell to the ground.