Hey! Welcome to my first James Potter (the 2nd) XOC fanfiction. It features my oc Belle and another OC – Ellie. This is the prologue. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own my OC's and the plot, JK Rowling owns the rest!
We were watching. Waiting. Scuttling around like prey. We knew what we had to do. We knew what information we needed. And we knew how to get it.
We were hiding in an old bedroom, one of who knows how many in this terrible place. The curtains and bed spreads had been torn apart, the furniture was smashed and scattered all around the area. The gale from the holes in the windows hit us with the force of a tsunami, pushing us back against the rocky wall. We ducked our heads behind an old dresser, the only thing to shield us from the unsightly cold. I could hear light pounding from somewhere but I didn't dare lift my head. I wasn't sure what I would do if I opened my eyes, keeping them closed gave me some piece of mind. Because in the dark of my eyelids, there was nothing else except the colour black. It was my vain attempt at safety. As if safety actually existed anymore.
Suddenly, a huge burst of light lit up the room, illuminating our faces as we stared ahead at the two boys. They boys were panting, gasping for breath. Their faces were almost identical shades of red – from exertion? Or was it from fear? I didn't know. Their wild eyes searched the room, quickly passing over us, as if we weren't there, as if they were knew we were hiding but they couldn't find us.
The boy nearest me, the taller of the two, was frowning. His jet black hair was sticking out in every direction, completely uncontrolled. His hazel eyes were bright but seeing the bags underneath them sent a wave of pain through my chest. He was exhausted. I felt like crying out to him, telling him that it was okay, to just turn around and run, to leave us behind. But he wouldn't. Because to that precious boy –my precious boy- leaving someone behind was as good as murdering them yourself.
I lifted a hand, reaching out to him, trying to grasp onto him. My hand was quickly pulled back by another and I felt one more slice of pain go through my chest. All I wanted to do was reach out to him, why was she stopping me? I looked at her, the girl next to me, my sister in every way except blood. Her face, usually so beautiful and elegant, was marked with rivers of tears. Her grey eyes met mine for a second and I knew she was suffering too. She watched the shorter boy with a look of longing, like she too wanted to reach out and warn him, like she was feeling his fear and pain. I let my other hand cover both of hers and together we sat, mourning in our silence, for our two beloved boys that we couldn't help.
It was our fault they were here. Our fault that they'd got mixed up in this selfish world right from the beginning. Because now, they were in the game world. And the only way to win in the game world... was to die.
So that's the prologue!
I know it seems a little dark, but trust me it isn't!
Let me know what you think ;)
PolkaDots44~