Author's Note: So, this is my first story! I'm excited to see what you all think, so please review after reading! I'm totally open to suggestions and criticisms. :) enjoy!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything about the Harry Potter Universe. All I own is my OC, and the plot here.
Chapter 1: Prisoner Stone
She looked around the large, crowded room from her spot at the edge of the twin-sized spring board she was to sleep on. She looked out over the many others girls in their "beds", lying uncomfortably, most with dirty faces and a few scrapes. She looked out the small barred window, the moon and stars twinkling in the distance.
She couldn't help but wish she was out there, again. In the real world, away from all this horrible labor she was forced to do. She wished she never would have traveled to England, regretting ever having imagined its beauty and magnificence. She wished she could be back in her house in America, clutching her small stuffed tiger as she slept silently. That was almost five months ago, back before she was captured, forced to work day by day in harsh conditions, while men with fierce expressions and strong arms towered over her. That was back when she was happy, when she was naïve, when she knew nothing about magic, or the evil that was the wizard race. That was back when she was a simple "muggle", as she came to be called here, free from the torturous men and women that are wizards and witches.
She looked down as her friend sleeping in the cot next to hers turned over, and stared at her.
"Lissy, what are you doing?" the older girl asked.
"I'm just looking out the window, Teri, I-"
"Don't you know they'll hex you if they see you sitting up when you should be sleeping?!" the older girl half-whisper yelled, interrupting Lissy.
"Well, yeah. But the stars, look at them, Teri. They're beautiful tonight," Lissy stated simply, as though it were obvious. "I know they're just as beautiful back in Oregon," she added as an afterthought.
"Oh Lissy," Teri sighed. She knew the young seventeen year old girl missed her family and her home, but she also knew she had to protect her. She couldn't do that if Lissy was constantly putting herself in the perfect position to be harmed, or "punished" as the wizards called it.
"I know, Teri. I should be sleeping, or at least pretending to." Lissy lay back against the hard cot, and pulled the thin blanket over her thin body. Her feet were numb, and as she covered them completely, she could see that her small toe had turned purple. She laid her head at the top of the cot, and smiled at her friend. Teri smiled back.
"I know, but don't worry, eventually we'll get out of here. I promise."
"You promised me that the first day we met, Teri. And don't think I've forgotten it. I know you'll keep your word." Lissy acknowledged her trust in her twenty one year old friend. Then she nuzzled her head into the poor excuse for a pillow, and began to drift off into sleep.
Lissy was woken by the scream of a girl in the room. She knew it instantly as belonging to Brooke Turner, a twenty four year old girl whose attitude she didn't appreciate. She shot up from her place on the cot, and jumped out of the bed. The wizard who had executed the Cruciatus Curse on Brooke was laughing.
"Now, all of you get up! You have work to do!" As he began to walk toward the center of the room, Lissy and Teri both reached down to grab their shoes. They slipped them on, and as Lissy tied her long curly brown hair back, they began to walk to the front of the room, through the aisle formed by the rows of beds in the large area.
As she tried to avoid running into the wizard who had cursed Brooke, he seemed to have an opposite goal. He rammed right into her on her left side, and his wand jabbed her upper thigh.
"OW!" Lissy screamed in anguish, immediately moving to hold her thigh where the pain was.
"Oh now you dumb muggle. Get in line!" He shoved her forward, making her run directly into the back of Teri, who in turn fell into the back of another girl. This domino effect continued until nearly every girl in the line was on their hands and knees, struggling to stand.
"Well, now. You're just gonna cause trouble for everyone, aren't you?" the wizard asked, as he pulled Lissy up by her ponytail. "I won't be having that."
He turned toward the door, dragging her with him, never letting up on his hard grasp of her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip to keep from screaming in pain. Her hands balled into fists to keep from reaching up and struggling to free herself from his hold. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly, she didn't see the look of fear and worry on Teri's face as she was being dragged away.
He pulled her through the door, informing the other men there that he was taking the girl to an "isolated location". She grew more scared when she saw the smirks on the other wizard's faces. The man continued to pull her through many corridors, the stone floors and walls only contributing to her fear and eventual feeling of helplessness.
"Damn muggles, always thinking they've got some right to be treated kindly, and humanely," the man shouted, as he finally reached a room he was satisfied with and threw Lissy into the wall. He moved toward her as he spoke. "But they don't even have a clue what 'humane' really is. What? You think it's right to be 'human'? Hm?" At this point Lissy was struggling to remain standing, her knees beginning to buckle, and she could feel his hot, stinky breath on her face. "Well, it's not," he whispered, sounding disgusted. "Wizard... that's what's right. Magic. Now that we've finally gained control over Britain, it's only a matter of time before we rule the entire world. And muggles everywhere will be working in camps like this one, out of the way of wizards and witches as we freely roam the lands we were born to control."
He was speaking into her ear, as she had turned her face away from him and toward the door. She wondered if there was any hope in running for it, he had left the door wide open, but she couldn't be sure if there weren't others out in the hall. Then she heard footsteps, and a man shouted. There was a scuffle in the hall.
"Oi! Dolohov! Get out here!" the man was shouting, and making a quick decision, the wizard Dolohov shoved Lissy's face into the wall, causing her to fall to the floor. Then he ran out into the hall. Her head was pounding, and as she raised her hand to her right temple, she felt blood. She took a deep breath and looked to the hall. She saw many colors of spells flying around, and continued to hear Dolohov and another man shouting. Then the shouting and firing of spells ceased, and Lissy sat up, her legs folded below her bottom, her right hand over her head, and her left one at her side.
Dolohov then reappeared in the doorway, now holding the shirt collar of young looking man, who appeared to be in pain. He shoved the man forward, causing him to fall onto Lissy, who caught him before his head hit the wall. Dolohov sneered at her, and then slammed the door shut. Through the barred window of the wooden door he again sneered at her.
"Some must come to accept the fact that their beloved Potter has gone into hiding again, and that My Lord Voldemort will rule this world. The 'Boy Who Lived' now cowers in fear after such a loss, and he will never again emerge." He laughed, and then walked away. Lissy had heard the name Voldemort many times, but this 'Potter' was a new one. She didn't know what he was talking about, but then she forgot about Dolohov, as the man in her arms groaned.
She looked down at him, and helped him to sit against the wall. She kept her hands on his shoulder to keep him in an erect position. His face was quite dirty, and his brown eyes were red, she figured he had cried, recently. He looked at her, and she offered the only comforting thing she thought she could: a smile. He smiled in response, and she just then noticed how good-looking he was. He had perfect bone structure in his face, and his brown eyes appeared as though at one time they may have gleamed with enthusiasm. He had an athletic body; she suddenly noticed the muscles beneath her hands.
"Where are you hurt?" she asked him.
"You're bleeding," was his reply. He lifted his hand to her right temple, and began to wipe at the blood. She smirked. He was the one who had been attacked in the hall, and shoved in here, obviously in pain, and he was concerned about her blood. How sweet.
"I'm fine," she said, waving his hand away from her face.
"Yeah, I'm sure" he said, in a deep Scottish accent that she just couldn't help but squeal at. On the inside, of course.
"Really. So, where are you hurt?" Lissy asked again.
He laughed. "They're curses. They leave no physical marks other than scars which don't show up for about a month," At this Lissy rolled her eyes. She knew all too well about the scars. "So as much as you may want to, there's really nothing you can do," he continued.
"I'm sorry. You know a lot about them, huh? How long have you been here?" Lissy asked, curious.
"They caught me today. Damn, fucking bastards blasted right through my apartment door. It'll be a bitch to try repair the damage they did there." He said.
"Yeah," she said absently, thinking about the day she was caught at her friend's apartment in London. They did a lot of damage to her place too, but the worst part was when they killed her friend.
"What about you?" the man asked.
"Five months. Almost, anyway. These fucking wizards. I hope the American Government catches on before it's too late. I know if they do they'll come and get us out of here. I hope they destroy the freaky bastards. Their entire race," she said this all in one breath.
"Oh," he replied.
"So what's your name?" Lissy asked, releasing her hold on his shoulders, and sitting back on her legs.
"Oliver Wood."
"I'm Lissy Stone," she said, reaching out, and grasping his hand in hers, shaking it. He laughed at her.
