A/N: Hello! So this is my first time posting a story on this website, so I hope you'll be nice to me! So, yeah, I don't know if this really counts as a prologue, but oh well. It's more like just an excerpt-type-thing...
By the way, this takes place like waayyy into fifth year, Chapter 1 will go back to the beginning of fifth year. So, this is a glimpse of the future.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Does my username sound anything like "J. K. Rowling"? No. So, I am not her. I only own Ethelinda and her story.
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I hear the screams. Are they coming from me? Yes, I think so. The pain is so much, has become so much, that now all I feel is a sort of numbness. It has become so much that I can't feel it anymore. Perhaps it has damaged my nerves, or maybe I have just gone mental.
The Cruciatus Curse has caused people to lose their minds, as in the case of Alice and Frank Longbottom.
Perhaps I am also losing my mind. After all, I am lying on the ground (I think) in a pool of blood (is it mine? I think so) and my ears are ringing from the screams that seem to go on for eternity (I suppose I am the one screaming) and yet I still manage to keep a singular train of thought. Kind of. And that is crazy, in its own way. Especially considering I am still under the curse (at least I think so. The woman above me with crazy black hair with the most haunting cackle whose identity I can't seem to remember is pointing her wand at me and shouting crucio).
And then…and then nothing. I don't feel anything. I don't know how I feel, or should be feeling. Do I feel pain? Sorrow? I don't know. All I can say is...nothing. What other word can be used to describe the emptiness in my heart? Not just my heart, but my brain, my body, my soul. I see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, smell nothing.
And then there is something.
A/N: ...Yeah that was short. But next chapter will be up soon! Hopefully...