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It was cold in the dark room. It's tall, cracked walls were as ice. A hole in the wall, many feet above the floor, served as a window. No light shone through.
Tattered rags in the shape of a woman lay huddled in a corner. They stirred occasionally , grasping the thin air, as if holding on to a distant memory.
A long, thin beam of light shone down to the opposite corner of where she sat. The woman moved into the moon's gaze and shrieked, shrilly and screechingly. A chill ran down her spine. Her contorted figure shook rigidly, welcoming in the estranged light into her perpetual night.
The moon revealed her gaunt features. Long and stringy hair lead down her back, twisted and curled in all directions. A thin, crooked nose gave way into a broken smile; ecstasy in her escape.
Her heavy breathing let out whips of steam into the chill night air.
Panting. Hyperventilating. A euphoric rush came upon her as she gazed upon the abandoned house. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The sound of frozen gravel underfoot brought back memories of shattered bones and unrelenting screams. Slowly she walked up the gravel path toward the shadowed house. It gleamed bright in her eyes; a memory she yearned to relive every day.
She raised her arm slowly, almost in salute.
Crack!! She was gone.
A dark face lingered on in the night's sky. Flowing shapes from its mouth cover the moon, darkening the land with shadow.
Crack!! A gaunt figure stepped into shadow, analyzing her surroundings. A gentle slope upwards revealed a large house with a flickering light in one window.
Like a spider, she crept stealthily up to the house, not disturbing her surroundings. With a long creak she opened the door to the pitch black house. As of calling her, she walked up the winding stairway to be greeted to be greeted by an enormous snake. It's massive body slithered around her legs; caressing her. The tail flicked away, pointing her down the correct hall.
Light at the end of the narrow hallway revealed on emaciated man, withered away by years of his own malice and hate. Embracing this warm feeling, she walked toward him, and was welcomed by "Welcome home, Bellatrix."
Cold, dark, filled with death and broken dreams; yes, this was home.