A/N: This seems completely different to all the other challenge entries aha, but meh, it's based on 'Midnight' by Jacqueline Wilson.
"Your challenge theme for the next two weeks will be: rewriting! I want you to pick a specific element or a storyline from either a myth, a tale or any piece of literary work, and use it within a Harry Potter story. You may find inspiration within Catherine's "Literary and Historical Connections in Harry Potter" thread, but also do something utterly different that had nothing to do with JKR's universe to begin with! Wordcount must be a multiple of 100. Set the Muses loose, people! ;)"
200 words exactly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Midnight.
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The terrifying darkness surrounds me, its briery claws scraping against the blindfold Andromeda has placed over my eyes.
This–this twisted night-time hobby of Meda's–has been going on for longer than I care to admit.
Others see Andromeda as quiet and reserved. Even if she has an angry outburst, no one would guess that she is like this.
Bellatrix and I know the truth.
And, of course, Bellatrix knows these sick little games Andromeda likes to play. Nothing escapes Bella. Lies. Secrets.
"Come on, Cissa," Andromeda whispers in my ear, stroking my hair before giving it a sharp tug.
I can not help shedding the tears that begin to soak the black material that blocks my sight. Often I wonder if Andy is capable of killing me.
Sometimes I wonder why I ever doubted it.
She leads me through the silent corridors of the house. She grasps my hand, and then she lets it go, faking footsteps so I cry out for her to come back. When she does this to me, my magic seems non-existent. It is supposed to be released from me when I'm in danger, and yet here I am.
In danger.
And completely, utterly helpless.
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