The Apprentice of Darkness
AN: Hello whoever is reading this! After conquering several days of technical difficulties, I have been able to submit the first chapter of my first serious Harry Potter fanfic! Any suggestions/criticisms/whatevs would be appreciated (translation: review!!). Hope you enjoy it! And don't worry, it will become much clearer in later chapters. And now, without further ado:
Chapter One: Blackout
Where the hell am I?
Her eyes snapped open. She scrambled to her feet and looked around the dimly lit room frantically. How did I get here? As her eyes adjusted to the poor lighting, she was confronted by a wave of dark grey. The concrete walls were devoid of any emotion. When she spun around to observe her surroundings, they seemed to be closing in on her. Her hand flitted instinctively towards the right pocket of her jeans, but she had no idea why. The pocket was empty, yet it was reassuring for some reason to rest her hand on top of it, like there was something there that would protect her. A shiver ran up her spine and she wished she had a cloak. The room was about the size of a modest bedroom, yet it held no furniture. Ok, this is obviously some kind of joke or dream or something! In a few seconds someone's going to appear and tell me everything's alright. But only silence louder than the detonation of a bomb confronted her in the room. All that existed were four barren walls, a ceiling, and a cold stony floor…
No… A sense of panic suddenly overwhelmed her senses as a horrible realization struck her straight in the face. There's no way out of here!! She spun around again, as if an exit would just magically appear if she wished hard enough for one. No doors, no bars, not even a crack in the floor that could be the outline of a trapdoor. Wait, this has got to be a dream… no, a nightmare… it's impossible… how the hell could I get in here if there's no way out?!? She shut her eyes and blocked out the dismal room. When I open my eyes again, I'm going to wake up. She tentatively opened one eye and saw immediately that she was not dreaming. The panic inside her grew, bloomed into an awful black rose covered in barbed thorns, smothering the rational thinking part of her mind. She ran around the cell, pounding on the walls desperately. Her knuckles scraped against the ragged surface of the concrete and soon her hands were slippery with blood. Little rivulets coursed down, seeping into the cracks in her skin. The lacerations made her scream out in pain.
"Let me out of here! Please!! If this is some kind of joke or something you got me it isn't funny anymore!! Please I'll give you anything just LET ME OUT!!" All that met her pleas was an ugly, unforgiving silence. A shaft of light suddenly hit the side of her face, but offered no comfort or warmth. She jerked her head up and saw the tiny window near the ceiling. The light wasn't a ray of sunshine, but an artificial light of some sort.
And she had the sinking suspicion that somebody was watching her through it.
Sweat soaked the back of her shirt and a wave of nausea slammed into her. She felt the urge to throw up but resisted with all her strength. The walls were closing in on her… there was no way out… Who would want to do this to her?? She tried to think of anybody who might have hated her. The grey concrete blurred in front of her as ears of frustration streamed down her face and darkened the floor her bare feet stood upon. Her body swayed. Don't panic… panicking never solves anything… She couldn't think of anybody. Shit… just keep concentrating… you're panicking… stop it. She squeezed her eyes shut again in desperate concentration. Stop it…
But all hopes of maintaining equanimity were shattered as one thought reverberated off the walls of her blank mind: Who am I? She couldn't even remember who she was. Who am I? Why am I here? Who are my friends? Am I alone? Am I dead?!? WHERE AM I? WHO THE HELL AM I? NOO!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! TELL ME WHO I AM!!" Panic and anguish ripped through her heart, made her throat constrict. Where was her home? Where did she live? How old was she? Who were her friends, her enemies, her anathemas and passions? Each breath became a knife twisting into her temples. She wasn't thinking clearly. Nothing made sense. There aren't any doors in this room… not even a crack… Her forehead was pounding… the room was too small… it was spinning, everything was moving way too fast and she didn't know anything… Her knees buckled and she thought she heard a scream in the distance… but it wasn't her voice, it was someone else's… a boy's maybe? But she couldn't dwell on it any longer as a sudden flood of exhaustion welled up and her consciousness was extinguished in one simple swipe of the hand of some unknown higher power.
The shaft of light faded out of existence as something blocked its path to the girl's face. A man cloaked in flowing robes of black looked down into the holding cell. The swirling shadows embedded in his onyx hued eyes reflected the arrogance and odium of their owner as they fell upon the unconscious form of his prisoner. Weak mentality, just as I suspected… Such a pathetic girl, fainting dead away at the first stage of memory wipe. Surely this cannot be the object of affection for so many of those so called do gooders.
No matter, I will just have to remold her mind to suit my needs. With this surprising lack of resistance, it won't be an arduous task… I must make sure Bellatrix has prepared the Pollyjuice potion correctly… The shadow moved away, and the faint beam of light illuminated the strands of red hair that formed a halo around the pale, freckled face of Ginny Weasley.
Soo… what'd you think? Please review, it will bring you good luck!!
Thanks for reading!! Chapter 2 will be up soon I promise!!
Ryuuzaki21
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"If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door."
Paul Beatty
"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
Albert Einstein