Hi! So it's been about five years since I have posted anything on this site, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I know that this chapter is quite short and probably not very well written, but I have big plans for it and I hope that once I get into the story that it will improve. If you have any suggestions to make the story better, please don't hesitate to tell me! Thanks for reading this, and I hope you enjoy!
Prolouge
A girl sat in a forgotten dungeon in an ancient castle. She doesn't know how long she has been there. It only feels like she was trapped yesterday, but she knows that it has been much, much longer. She had helped create the very room that she was now trapped in and she knows perfectly well how it worked. It was made for the darkest of souls and was woven with such powerful magic that a century would go by in what felt like a minute from the inside.
The girl felt a surge of anger rush through her. She had been an idiot, letting her guard down, allowing herself to feel. She knew she shouldn't have, if she would have kept her shields up, if she would have been paying more attention, this wouldn't have happened. Her father always told her this, to always be alert. She always knew she would let her father down, and here she is trapped inside the inescapable. She wondered why she has been trapped for so long. She should have been released. She has been in her for years, that much she knows. Has no one realized that she has been missing? Why haven't her friends, her family came looking for her. They should know, after all that has happened the last few years that if she went missing, she would be down here. Or dead. Oh gods, did her family think that she was dead?
Raising her hand towards the door she shouts, "{Open}!" but the door doesn't budge. She bangs her head against the wall and starts to cry. 'Feeling sorry for yourself will get you nowhere,' she tells herself, but no amount of self-motivation will get the tears to stop.
While she is kicking her feet against the ground, she heard a noise. At first, she thinks that it is the sound of her shoes hitting the ground, but soon she realizes that the noise she is hearing is voices.
"{Hello? Is someone there}!" She stands up and screams, banging her hands against the door. There is shouting at the other side of the door, but she cannot understand what language is being said. Soon after the shouting started the door flung open, sending her to the ground.
In the days to come, she came to realize that at that exact moment that the door opened, she did not pay any attention to what these people looked like, but just that they were people, there to save her.
The three people, two boys and a girl, go down to the ground and help her up. She leans heavily on the brown haired girl. The four of them looked at each other, no one knowing what to do next. The two boys looked at each other and then looked at her, suspension in their eyes. They started spouting off questions.
"What's your name?" "How long have you been down here?" "Why are you down here?" "Good question, Harry. Yeah, why are you down here? Are we helping a murderer?"
"Guys, stop. Look at her, she doesn't understand a word you're saying. She much speak another language," the girl told her companions.
She looked towards the slightly older girl who was still clutching her hand and pointed at herself.
"Hermione Granger."
The girl smiled, obviously realizing that the girl, Hermione, was telling her name. Hermione pointed at the two boys and said their names: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
The girl then pointed to herself and said, "Parium. Parium Slytherin."