New Story! Sorry for the extreme lateness, so much has been going on with my life; you know how that is—ups and downs, but mainly downs. Anyway, here's chapter 1 to a new story. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or the characters; it all belongs to the amazingly talanted J.K. Rowling. xx
I closed my eyes and clicked my heels, hoping and wishing that it'd take me home and out of this hellhole; it worked for Dorothy, so why wouldn't it for me?
I took a deep breath then reopened my eyes...nope. Still stuck in this damp, dark cellar. I groaned and slid back down to sit on the stone cold floor, my sigh echoing in the emptiness. I've been in this cellar for almost a month now - captured by a couple of Death Eaters - snatchers, really, same difference.
I'd hoped that Ron and Harry would have already rescued me, but no such luck. I've tried Apparating to no avail: these walls are enchanted. I'm stuck here.
A shiver ran up my spine as a cockroach crawled on the floor a few inches away from me; I huddled my body together, resting my chin on my knees, hands clasped. My eyes shifted toward the ceiling as I heard Bellatrix cackle; the sound of it made me wince, remembering the delightful look upon her face while she tortured me.
The sound of footsteps slapping against the stone steps became louder, my breathing hitched, hoping it wasn't Bellatrix.
Then, suddenly, the figure's shadow cast on the stone floor as light emitted through: broad shoulders and tall. I calmed down a bit, it was not her. But I was still frightened.
The Death Eater finally made it down to my level, he did not unlock the barred-door, he simply stood there. His gray eyes were blank, face white and fearful, blonde tendrils of his hair played in front of his icy eyes - he looked terrified.
"What're you doing, Draco?" I hissed, though only half-heartedly for my voice was weak and my throat was dry. It was a long, quiet moment before he spoke, his voice shaken and doubtful. "I'm going to get you out of here."