A/n Just a quick one-shot that I have been imagining. I hope you enjoy. Please review!
Black. That's all Ginny Weasley could see. Lingering darkness blacked her eyes out. She pushed her hair out of her eyes hoping to see something but doubted it.
Where I'm I? She thought. She grouped around trying to find some sort of object. Thrusting her hand forward she feels nothing. She keeps on moving in the same direction, not knowing if she is even going somewhere. Her hands touches a dark cold wall, but with bumps all over it. She sighs in relief. Not for long. Her hand on the wall seems to have frozen to the wall. It is unbearable to move. Unbearable pains shots up hand slowly clawing its way up her arm, freezing her muscles. She lets out a cry of terror.
Suddenly a rustling sound comes behind her. She turns her head, but her black eyes see nothing.
Rustle...
There it is again. She turns her head again. She sees nothing. She tries to yell out but she can't. She tries to pull herself away but her muscles have collapsed. She collapses.
"Fresh . . . ..Meat" a voice comes almost clawing its way through the sound waves only to her ears.
"Yes" it hisses, "Fresh meat" it's says almost to another object, trying to convince it of something. Ginny is petrified of fear at this time. She checks her nose, trying to smell something, but alas, no she only smells raw bones.
Wait a second, RAW BONES! She is panicking now, she can't move. She is frozen to the wall. Whispering she hears. Like knifes cutting through in the silent air. HELP ME! She thinks desperately.
Someone, help me! If only her thoughts would travel to her mouth. But her lungs are not working. She tries to take a breath. She is choking. The life slowly spilling out of her. Suddenly her eyes, work again. Light splashed into her eyes. She blinks. She recoils in fear. Her eyes see inferei, above her, beside her, and in front of her.
There lifeless eyes stare through her, their mouths open like a little girls. She tries to scream, but her voice continues to not work. She tries to struggle, but her limbs do not let her. She tries to move her eyes but they are stuck in one place like owls. The dead bodies are slowly moving ever so closer to her. She tries to look past them but at least a hundred of them are pressed together like penguins. She needs out. She is sweating. Droops of sweat trickle down her face. The dead mouths are coming closer, their hands reach out in front of her touching her clothes.
They are trying to eat me! She realizes. The dead body's fingers have such long nails that they are almost like claws. One punctures her skin ripping the wound open. Pain shots up her leg where the puncture was. Her last thought was help me, before she wakes up, breathing hard, and sweating. Her life was not colorless anymore, not black.