A/N: For all Graham lovers, who are deprived of seeing him cuz he's not a main character and liked him tons better than Riley (not that I can blame anyone) And just cuz I can see this happening this way. A ficlet with good intentions, and character death. I own nobody, by the way. But I think you already knew that.
Out of Hell
Graham Miller tugged at his restraints. The restraints his best friend had put him in. Sam lay unconscious beside him. The three of them had been deep undercover, hoping to help take down a dark wizard.
Riley Finn had been the first to fall. He'd fallen under the Imperio curse they'd been briefed on. From there, Riley had sabotaged the mission. First Sam disappeared, soon followed by Graham, himself. He shivered in the bitter cold of the dungeon. He'd lost all account of time. Days and nights blurred into one unending eon of time. Sam had stopped moving hours - or was it days? - ago.
Sounds penetrated his world. He heard a cry. Graham wearily rose his head and turned it toward the sound.
"Oi, anyone check the dungeons?" It was masculine.
"No, we checked everything but them. Dumbledore was more concerned about getting Harry to a mediwitch." That was a - female voice.
Graham had been so long deprived of water that he couldn't speak. He grunted, pulled at his shackles. He made as much noise as he possibly could, if it would get him out of this hell he was trapped in.
"Fred, George! There's someone down here!" The female voice cried.
Sam was closest to the winding stairwell. Two men with bright red hair stooped beside her.
"Damn, we're too late. She's gone."
"C'mon Tonks, help us get her body back to mediwitches."
Graham tried to scream, but the men were making too much noise to hear him. He closed his eyes in frustration. He would die here, like Sam had. But he would be alone, and forgotten.
"Wait! Take her up, I'll be right behind you." The woman cried again.
The small woman made her way through the murky puddles of water. She stepped up to the now prone figure. He was a muscular man, his shirt literally torn from his body, grime smeared across his chest and arms. She whispered the lighting spell and knelt beside him.
"It's all right. Help is here."
Graham looked up, startled. He found himself staring into the eyes of an angel. An angel with bright green hair.
A/N 2: Ah, a happy little story. I think. Tell me whatcha think, as always.
