Prolog ~ a hellish dream
All I can see is HIS face. He is standing in a mist if black shadows that make HIS snake-like features stand out even more, and it's causing goose bumps along my flesh. I- I don't want to be here….but I must….I have to be. My feet sink into the soft mud of the ground as I bow with the rest, my insides screaming in harsh protest. This is the time hell starts, every time, with out fail. He rasped, as he walks the circle, about a traitor-a spy. He's mad, I can feel his fever madness thickening the air, making it choking, black smoke. Someone makes a protest, doubts the dark lord. He falls from the smack he is given. He falls into the dirt, his brains smashing out of his ears, his face white and looking up at me. McNeil. That's who hits the ground. He's the only one who in that instant between death and life, recognize me and who I was, but not why I was there.
"As you can see I can no longer trust even my own followers. Pity, but that will soon change." His voice was cold as his none existing heart.
HIS eyes meet mine then and I feel a pulling at my mind, but quickly block it out. He beckons me forward to the inner most circle; mutters erupt. So they knew who I was- not truthfully no- but knew what was in general. The dark lord shushed them ans smiled to me.
"So we have a dear old Gryffindor in our presences. A lover of those cursed mudblood lovers she isn't. fascinating. But how will I know if I can trust you?"
"My lord she-" some one tried to speak; a Hogwarts student from the sound of the voice.
The dark lord would hear no word of it. He yanked my hand forward before I could react. Before I could do what I must. He used the tip of his wand and put it on my skin. I yelled in pain as hotness sculled my skin. He retracted it and I fell to the ground, my world hazed, but suddenly bright lights raced across the sky like supernovas.
The scene changed and I was running. My feet trampling through fallen brush and forest decay. My death eaters cloak torn in shreds around my feet and blood dripped down my arm. I cried, dug into the earth with each step, apparition on my mind, and…I fell. Hard. Light stings my eyes from their wands, I hear yells of confusion, and hands grab me. I looked them eye to eye, heard a jumble of words from their mouths, and I was falling once again.
I was falling in fire and I saw only one face in the flames.
Pain
Hurt
Anger
Confusion
Ignorance
…..then blankness.
The face was void of anything I had come to know and love. Yes love.
"What you have done is inexcusable. What are we suppose to think, you hellish traitor. Do you think me as dumb as to think….you thought me a damnd fool?"
Black and white filed my vision, "it would be best if you left. No one wants you."
I awoke with tears in my eyelashes. I clawed the air as I sat up on the four-poster bed and looked around. My screams couldn't be heard because no one was around to hear them. The dorm was desolate as usual only with the sunless sky peaking through the paned windows. They never make an excuse to wake me anymore. I am still surprised I am even allowed in. with a heavy breaths and my heart jutting out of my chest, I tumbled out of bed, hitting the cold floor. My dream filled my vision and it made me dizzy enough to hold my head in my hands. I threw up.
A tear rolled off my face and traveled down my face to my exposed forearm. It rolled down slowly and stopped, disappearing at a dark patch on the arm. The dark mark. A skull with a snake- his mark. I flinched. My dream was no dream, but a collection of memories that haunted me.
Rain patted on the mosaic window with a loin on the glass in the far coroner. A lion for courage and bravery. For truth. Thunder rumbled and lighting struck, so it drowned out my harsh sobs.
No one would have heard me anyway.