Title: Oh please, oh please be my prisoner!
Author: Elphie
Fandom: Harry Potter (OotP)
Parings: hinted Bella/Neville if you look for it at a 90 degree angle (I know, shoot me)
Rating: I would say PG
Summary: Neville's thoughts during the time between the Hall of Prophecy chase and the Aurors showing up
Notes: Based on movie not book
Word Count: 495
It happened so fast. Helplessly taken prisoner in a furry of jet black smoke. The world becomes visible again and the sharp pain of her nails digging into your flesh makes itself known. Her fingers wrap around your long hair, something you thought was a fashion statement up until now. She pulls your head back in a jagged motion and the sting pulses through your whole head. Her wand pokes at your throat as if she believes it to be a knife's blade rather than a mere stick of wood.
Her skin is cold and pale and dry. Her stray hair tickles your neck as her big black eyes survey your face. Your eyes meet hers. Through her icy stare you remember your parents and you remember how they got where they are. And you realize that now she has you, too. You struggle to get free, but you are in no position. She pulls your hair another time and the piece surges through your body again. She begins to whisper into your ear. Her voice sends chills down your spine, harsh and severe. Her words convey millions of threats and bad memories. The tip of her nose comes to rest on your skin and you shiver at the contact.
Your heart is racing and you can't get it to stop or slow down. She is overwhelming. Her body moves closer and she uses your shoulder as an arm rest. She stokes your hair, starting from your sweat-covered brow and then sliding backwards. It almost feels soothing. Your eyes reflexively drift shut against your will. You try taking in as much as you can and your attention shifts to what's going on in front of you: a man's voice is speaking, taunting your friend, begging him for the object that got you all into this mess. You find your voice and bellow not to give in. She is the one that responds. She pulls on your hair again and strikes her wand to your windpipe, creating a noise that seems to echo forever, in chorus with her sharp hush. He voice find your ear again and commands you not to intervene again. She seems closer than ever now. Her cheek rests on yours as her voice continues to freeze your entire body. She points out that your whole body is trembling. You feel as if your legs could give out any moment. Her dry lips hover just above your skin, taunting you. But her head jerks up suddenly and you hear another voice emerge after a flash of light. "Get away from my godson."