A/N Sequel to Black, please review. The character in this story is Hermione Granger.
Screeechhhhhh. She woke, heart pounding unable to contain her fear. She knew that "schreeechhhhhh" it was the very same one as the front door. The crusty old hinges would press together making an awful sound. That very same sound that she had just heard. She pushed her brown hair out of the way; she could feel the sweat on her forehead. Her brown eyes swept the room making sure that nothing unusual had happened. I'm sure it was just the wind, she thought. She settled back into the covers and punched her pillow till it was comfy. She lay there for a few seconds wondering what she was going to do tomorrow.
When suddenly she heard something outside her window. Her head snapped to that direction, trying to catch what she swore she just heard. It was like a rustle. Nothing could be out there; I'm on the fourth floor she reassured herself. Then it happened again.
The rustling sound and this time, out of the corner of her eye she saw a face reappear and disappear. She knew she had seen a face. A face with a mask over it, like the Death Eaters mask, no it was the Death Eaters mask. She was now seriously frightened. Her heart pounding again she grabbed her wand and lifted her covers off the bed and slowly walked towards the window. She looked through the pane glass. Only seeing a large tree in front of her. No man. She looked through the window again. No man. She turned around just to see if the face would appear again before turning around again.
She screamed. She just screamed. There were now seven faces starring at her through the window. Their black eyes staring into her frightened eyes. Then they started chanting. They chanted one word: "Trapped"
Trapped
Trapped,
Trapped,
Trapped,
Trapped,
She is Trapped,
Never to hear,
Never to see,
Never to smell, something other than me,
Why? Because she is Trapped.
She will live,
Our ways,
Eating raw meat,
And living in foul ways,
Why you ask? Because she is Trapped.
Hermione Granger stared at the window, petrified of fear. She pulled her hand up wards and shouted,
"Reducto!" The spell zoomed and hit the window, shattering it. For a split second she felt relief. They must be gone, she assumed. But she was wrong. They were still staring at here not affected at all by the spell. They continue chanting:
Your pretty brown hair,
Now our fun,
To eat away,
Until were done,
Your pretty brown eyes,
Will be fun to pluck out,
While we eat you pretty brown stout.
Why do we do this?
Because you are trapped!
You will never see daylight.
You can scream all you want,
But no one will hear you,
Because you are Trapped!
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Trapped
Because you are TRAPPED!
A/N please review