Sorry about not updating or posting to any of my current stories. My laptop decided to be a jerk and broke and now that I have a new one with the correct programs I'm going to get back to that.
Now this...It was a thought that popped into my head. it's just something I wrote quickly and didn't do to much editing for (and as most of you know i do self edit so all mistakes are mine) and short I needed to write out of my system and get me back into the writing thing.
I do not own Harry Potter or anything you recognize.
Silence Is Golden.
They say that silence is golden, there is a calmness to it. Like a calm night were you easily fall asleep or the calm day before a harsh storm...
They had been locked in this stony cell for Merlin knew how long. The windows were useless. The spells cast on them meant that everything out there could be fake.
Harry scrunched his eyes closed, this was pure torment. He felt like a failure, so weak and powerless - despite his heroic title. Beside him sat luna, she clung to him since they had arrived and had been thrown down here. Neither boy knew how long she had been down here but she was perfectly happy to see Ron and Harry instead of some Death Eaters. Ron was sitting across from Harry his hands over his ears and head practically on his knees.
There was nothing they could do, even if they had their wands they couldn't do much. Not before they were re-caught and even then their identities could be discovered, leading them directly into the clutches of the Dark Lord.
At this point silence was the last thing they wanted to hear. No matter how much pain it caused them - to be so useless at a time like this - silence would mean the worst had happened.
The next round of screams echoed off the walls. Bouncing off the cold stone back to their ear drums. Letting it ring like an unwanted bell.
Harry found it hard to choke down the lump that had formed in the back of his throat. God he felt useless.
'Just hold on for a little longer' he thought as his fists clinched. He had to wait for the right moment to summon Dobby - to soon and they wouldn't escape fast enough to late and it's possible they would have already lost someone.
No, silence was not golden in this cold, damp, stony, prison.
As long as those screams echoed throughout its cold walls, no matter how much pain it caused them to be unable to help in anyway, it meant that she was still alive.
There was still hope of her making it through this torment and pain that neither Harry nor Ron could prevent.
Should silence ring through this dark hell that enclosed them, they would know then that they had lost Hermione as well as all hope.
No, silence is not always golden...
So no, this was not to be taken to seriously (although the words have some truth behind them) so if you liked; review. If not; okay, maybe next time.
