A/n: I'm giving writing another shot although both of my two stories have been complete failures (I'm really ADD when it comes to writing stories). This is just a simple one-shot I thought of while reading DH. Hope you like it and please review at the end!
'I should've shut my mouth' was all I could think as I was herded to 'detention'. I almost scoffed at the thought of it, since when did torturing innocent children qualify as detention. I was brought to the dungeons and forced to my knees on the dirty, dingy floor. The other detention children looked at me pityingly as I started to shake trying not to cry. I recalled a thing my mother once said to me when I was punished for not listening to her, I think it was 'if you can't do the time, don't do the crime'. Maybe I should have thought of that before I spoke out in class, it was too late now anyway. My wand was taken from me long ago and the room was heavily guarded. A very malicious looking Slitherin boy stood in front of me brandishing my wand, they probably gave it to hi just to cause me more shame.
He raises his wand and I shut my eyes foolishly hoping that it would somehow help me."CRUCIO!" Is all I hear and then blinding pain, It was like my skin was slowly being taken off with a potato peeler. The first few seconds I manage to stay upright but I soon gave in to the instinct to writhe, I clenched my teeth together trying desperately hard not to scream. That lasted longer than keeping my balance but I gave in to that to and let out a loud ear piercing shriek and then a whimper at the end as it died out. My hair thrashed to and fro tossing my air wildly and my breathing came out in short painful gasps. By this point I had started to scream the words "PLEASE STOP!" over and over again. It was an impulsive action that required no thought at all to it.
Then suddenly as if God had suddenly descended, the pain stopped and I burst into tears going limp and trying not to move afraid the pain would come back. I was gripped by my curly shoulder length hair and dragged back to the hallway. I was tossed to the floor and the person's steps faded back down the stair leading to the dungeon. I sat on the floor and cried for no real reason at all. I thought of how many times I had seen one of my classmates and friends sitting in this very spot and helping them back to their dorms as they shook and cried. I thought of how many boys' faces I had seen tear streaked and bruised. Those were the sites that really shocked me to my core. I heard footsteps and that irrational fear came back I pushed myself away until my back hit a wall. Curling into a ball I tensed my body hoping that I wouldn't be dragged down yet again. Instead of the familiar pain in my roots when being dragged by my hair I heard a deep sigh and the sensed someone kneeling in front of me.
"I won't hurt you. I just want to help. My name is Neville Longbottom what's yours?" the stranger said in a polite and comforting voice that warmed my whole body. I was surprised at the warmness; I had grown accustomed to most people either having a panicky undertone to their voices or a cruel one. I was intrigued and wanted very badly to look at the owner of the voice so I did.
And saw the face of an angel.
A/n: what do you think good or bad? All you have to do is click that grey button with green letters on it, then maybe I can stop trying to eat my fingers starting at my nails. Bye for now!