A/N: I was given this story as a challenge on a forum.
Many thanks to xoxoxox LOVE xoxoxox who came up with and wrote a big chunk of this first chapter.
She had seen shadows, she had heard whispers, but it had been years since she'd seen the light of day or seen the face of a person; years since she had felt the whip of the wind, the spray of the sea, the warmth of the sun.
A plate of food was shoved under a thick door daily, and occasionally she was taken somewhere where she was bathed, but she was always blind folded. She often talked to herself, sometimes she would sing too. She liked her voice, it was the closest thing she had to human contact.
She didn't understand why she wasn't allowed to see people. She didn't know how long she'd been there, but she still felt like a child. She was scared and alone. She longed for nothing more than to see her mother.
Her last memory was one from years before. She was maybe four to five years old. She had gotten up to go climb in bed with her mother in the middle of the night, but as she walked through the halls of her home, there was another who did as well. She remembered hearing a creak in the wood of the floor behind her, but she never got the chance to see who or what was there. Everything went black, and when she finally opened her eyes, she was here.
She had heard whispers outside the door a few times. One time there was a woman who argued with a man about her.
"We could free her. We can hide her somewhere safe," said the woman. "This isn't right."
"No, it's too dangerous. You know what we've been told to do and we will do just that," said the man.
She was in favor of the woman, of course. But she was still here. She'd also heard whispers of a "Potter," whoever that was, and others too. She couldn't understand why it was dangerous for her to be free until years after hearing the woman and man.
There were always guards outside her doors, this she learned quick, they could be heard walking up and down the stone hall, and their shadows could be seen under the door. One night when she was almost asleep, she heard one of them say something. She didn't hear it completely, but the parts she did hear were, "Too dangerous... as a weapon... we'd lose... joined the others."
She sighed at her few memories she'd had since she was five. She didn't know how old she was now... but she could tell that her legs were longer, and she had developed in a few areas.
She rested her head against the stone wall. She closed her eyes and hoped for sleep, and as she did every night, hoped she wouldn't wake up. But just as she started to drift off to sleep, she heard a loud boom that shook the entire building and she shot up straight.
The place seemed to be falling to the ground. The walls were shaking and small rocks began to fall from the ceiling. Then, there was another loud roar from the walls. They shook again, and this time, she heard a large crack and then a crash of stone against stone right next to her. The florescent lights above her head went out, and the few candles they set in the room for her blew out in an instant. She couldn't see but it felt as if the roof was coming down.
She started to scream for help, but nobody answered.