Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
I lay on my back, taking it all in.
I taste the sweet, fresh air, see the lake sparkle in the moonlight.
My fingers slowly trail through the grass.
Above all, silence. Blessed silence. A gift from god at this place.
It will be a long while until I move back to my Prison.
But eventually, I must.
I take a last, deep breath and make my way back to the castle.
"You're out after curfew." She seems surprised. And maybe a hint malicious.
"But you won't tell." I say it without emotion, no joy, no relief, merely a fact that needed to be said. Still, she gets angry.
"And why wouldn't I ?"
"Because they woudn't believe you." There is one benefit Slytherins have these days, for a change. The benefit of the doubt.
"What were you doing ?" Threathening this time; I am not surprised.
"Getting some fresh air." I go past her, having grown tired of her accusations.
"It's not that bad indoors."
In surprise I turn back and look her straight in the eye.
"It's suffocating."
I turn around and walk away for real, this time, back to the dungeons.
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"Crucio"
I say it softly.
"No, no, no! Remember your rage. Remember your hatred. She operated against us, the dirty little blood traitor. Covers up for Mud-bloods, she did."
"Crucio"
The small figure before me covers in yet another wave of pain.
My hand points at her, with my wand. My beautiful wand, eleven and a half inches, Acacia and Unicorn hair, flexible.
My Power, my Magic, my Truth.
To fight or not to fight. To kill or not to kill. But, this ...
"It drives me mad"
Oh the look on their faces. Speechless.
"Of course, of course. These shoudn't be here, should they? Of course your angry. I would be disappointed if you weren't!
Show them your rage, now. Teach her the meaning of pain."
He does not understand. I am lucky, yet real rage begins to grow in my chest. In my hand, the wand itches. My beautiful wand, made of Acacia and a core of Unicorn hair. It wants to strike. To break the chains which hold me.
But, I am a Slytherin. I don't fight if I can't win.
"Crucio!"
This time, for the first time ever, I shout.
My frustration makes it's way into the Curse, it makes her shout and scream. And when she finally looks up, her eyes are full of horror.
"Good, good, very good. A true Slytherin, that one."
Yes, I am a Slytherin. I don't fight if I can't win. So I hide.