Title: The Coma
Summary: Harry falls in a coma and Voldemort starts to rule. When Harry wakes up, he has murder on his mind.
It was dark, cold and damp. The wind was whistling and our homemade tent was gradually being ripped off of its hinges. I faintly heard footsteps outside, but was already trained to ignore them. I had trained myself to do that. Those were a few of the many enemies we were facing. One of which being Voldemort. It's still hard to say that name, but I don't cringe at it either. Harry has taught me that it is better to fight than fear, whether intentional or not. Ron still won't say it, but I think he feels the same.
Voldemort stormed our camps at night. We were expecting this attack, I had warned everyone. I had read about numerous occasions of muggles doing it, like George Washington at the Delaware River. We were still thinking of a plan when it happened.
"STUPEFY," a voice yelled. I was sure it was Lucious Malfoy's, although it was hard to see the man in the opening with the rain splashing behind him. I could kill that man, and I would take the chance, if given one.
Dean went down. Every one of us turned our heads in time to see that we were outnumbered two to one. Before even the quickest of us could draw his wand, ropes surrounded each of us and our voices were taken. The Death Eaters stunned the rest of us, and carried us, forcefully, away from our hideout. My captor was Draco Malfoy, possibly worse than his father.
He whispered something in my ear, I didn't quite catch it, but I think he was just calling me a Mudblood. I would have retorted, if it wasn't for the silencio spell on me. All I was able to do was make weird movements with my mouth.
I distinctly heard some noises coming from the other tents. The others must have heard us being attacked and were ready for it. I saw Ron and Ginny being dragged out of the tent. The noises had stopped.
The Death Eaters rounded on the third and final tent. I heard more noises and what seemed to be surprised yells. They lasted longer this time. The twins must have put up a good fight. But it didn't matter, because soon we were all bound and forced along a path that didn't look welcoming.
Trees were bigger than the ones in the heart of the Forbidden Forest. Their branches were lower and stood out longer and sharper. I was scratched the whole way. The trip took about an hour, and by the time we arrived at our destination, my legs were aching. We weren't allowed to sit, so I just thought about other things, like escaping.
We were lead to a room that was elegant and nice. It had nice beds and food on the table. It was warm and cozy, scents filled with fresh bread and chocolate, anything that tingled your senses until you were fully enveloped in euphoria. It didn't last long, however, for we continued down the enchanting chamber through a cold wooden door, and ended in an almost empty room.
There was half the number of beds than there was people, and no food or tables. The beds weren't even filled with the right material. Straw beds and no pillows would have felt like heaven. But I shall not dwell on our living quarters. We tried to sleep away our tiredness, but when we woke up, we felt even more exhausted.
I took a good look at my "roommates." Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George Weasley were all there. Dean, Seamus, Neville, Parvati, and Lavender also crossed my visions.
The doors banged open, revealing Bellatrix Lestrange. I wouldn't mind a shot at her either. She brought us to another room where so many Death Eaters were stationed, it could only mean one thing.
Voldemort.
He came in a door surprisingly close to us, and walked past us. I saw that everyone else shuddered as he passed. I felt it, too. It was like a chill came over you, like he controlled all the cold things in the world. I was able to suppress my shiver, but couldn't stop my teeth from their involuntary clatter. My knees held firm, while the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I had never been in his presence before, now I know what Harry must have felt like in all those situations. I now understand why he always uses this as an excuse for being miserable. It is enough to make you go mad.
Voldemort turned, and seemed to be deep in thought. He smiled ever so slightly, and all of us were instantly bound by tight ropes. These must be the same ones that Harry had been tied with in the graveyard. They're really strong. He pointed his wand at Parvati Patil first. He did what he does best. I now understand even more about Harry's experiences. He saw Voldemort kill Cedric. Now this will be haunting my nightmares for the rest of my life, if I live longer than the next ten minutes.
He continued to Lavender, a high shriek echoed through the room, into the next, and filled the whole place with it. By the time it ended, Lavender was lying dead on the floor, right next to Parvati.
Voldemort turned to the last girl, me. He raised his wand, and laughed out loud.
"So, one of Harry Potter's best friends on the ground at my feet, hopeless as he always is," he said, still laughing in his crazy tone. "This will be fun."
His wand flew from his hand, falling to the floor. The Death Eaters easily recovered it, but where had that spell come from? Everyone living looked at each other, and realized that none of them had done it.
There, standing at the door, was the person least likely to save us. Of course, he would be the first to come, but he was still in a coma, right?