Hey, here is the first chapter of a new story I have been working on called, "Trapped." I hope you like it and please review!
I own nothing but the characters that you do not know and the plot.
THANKS!
RAB
And without further adieu... I give you the first chapter of...
T R A P P E D
C H A P T E R O N E : B R U I S E S
Everybody always thought Christine Diggory's life was perfect. Hell, there was even a point where she thought her life was pretty close to being perfect. She is a beautiful girl, with dirty blonde hair and the most marvelous blue eyes that anyone has ever seem. Her eyes are such a piercing blue that they could only come from an angel. She is extremely intelligent, though still not the smartest girl of her year, preferring to spend time with her friends and enjoying laugh rather than spending those days locked up in a library. She is athletic and absolutely adores running, flying, and swimming, though she is not on her House quidditch team.
Christine is a Gryffindor, although she could never seem to figure why the Hat placed her there several years ago. She doesn't consider herself in anyway brave and surely she must fit better in one of the other Houses. While she most certainly is not a Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff would definitely have been a much better match for her than Gryffindor. Her older brother, by a year, Amos, os a Hufflepuff, and surely she is enough like him that she too belongs in that house.
Nevertheless, Christine is a Gryffindor and with her now being in her fifth year at Hogwarts she has come to terms with the fact that she must somehow, somewhere have at least SOME bravery in her.
Today is September first, and today will be the day she and Amos go back to school. Christine is absolutely thrilled to see her three best friends again: Lily Evans, Alice Walker, and Emilie Thomas, all of which were fifth year Gryffindors, just like Christine. Christine's boyfriend, Andrew Gibbons, is a Hufflepuff sixth year, who happens to be wonderful friends with Christine's older brother. The two of them, Christine and Amos, have been dating since Valentine's Day the previous school year.
A loud pounding noise on her bedroom door awakes Christine from her terrifying nightmare of the night. Without waiting for any kind of response, Christine's brother lets himself into her room and jumps excitedly on her bed.
"Time to wake up sleepy-head," Amos cheers gleefully as he bounces up and down beside her, causing his dirty blonde hair to fly in many different directions. Amos is forced to stop however, when he notices how his sister is covered in sweat and he sees a bruise on her upper arm. "Teeny," he calls quietly, using his favorite nickname for her, "what's wrong?" His voice is dripping with concern as he looks down at his baby sister, begging her to know why she is in so much pain.
Slowly Christine opens her eyes and looks up at her brother, unsurely. "Nothing is wrong, Am, why do you ask?" She tries to play off like she has no idea what he is talking about and silently begs herself that he won't notice her lying. She curses under her breath, wondering why she just had to wear her favorite blue cami, the one that seems to go so perfectly with her eye color, when it very clearly displays her bruises for the whole world to see.
Amos carefully gets off of her bed, as if any big movements will create more harm towards her. "Don't give me that crap, Teeny," he says quietly, but with force. His dark brown eyes pour into her own as if he is searching deep inside of them for the truth. "Why are you covered in sweat? What are you afraid of? And why do you have the big, purple bruise on your arm?"
She shakes her head forcefully. "I just had a nightmare, that's all. It's no big deal, I promise," she replies, hoping he will believe her, but she knows he won't at all.
He looks at her skeptically, giving her a look that clear says, 'you aren't telling me the whole story,' but he moves on. "And your bruise? Don't tell me you got that in your sleep as well?"
"No silly," she forces a fake laugh. "I ran into the wall a few nights ago. It had been really dark and I didn't want to turn on a light in fear of waking someone else up. I accidentally stumped into the doorframe to hard when I was trying to get to the bathroom. The bruise doesn't even hurt anymore. I'm fine." She tries to sound cheerful and calm throughout her entire speech, hoping that Amos won't question her further.
He still doesn't look like he believes her, but he doesn't really want to press her further about the bruise. He has been noticing them a lot lately and he knows they weren't forming simply because his little sister was a klutz. "Okay," he says hesitantly, "but if I see any more bruises or signs that you have been hurt in anyway, then I'm going to find the strongest veritaserum I can find and force you to take it."
She nods her head and forces yet another laugh. "Now get out dear brother, I need to finish getting ready for school," she says as she pulls back her red and gold covers and pushes him out of her room.
Christine walks over to her full-length mirror and looked at her reflection, before running her long, pale fingers over her bruise on her upper arm. Carefully she pulls up her cami and runs her fingers over several other bruises that cover her stomach, ribs, and back. She sighs softly, fighting to hold back tears as she changes into a muggle pair of jeans and a red shirt that just manages to cover all of her bruises. She brushes her hair, puts on a little make-up, grabs her trunk, and runs down the stairs to her kitchen.
"Ah, there you are Honey," her mother calls as she finishes making pancakes and eggs, setting down the two plates on their kitchen table, before reaching over and giving her daughter a kiss on the forehead. Her father looks up from the newspaper, offering her a smile, before returning to the article he had been reading.
Her brother is already at the table and begins munching on his breakfast as Christine takes the seat next to him. She grabs the smallest pancake she can find on the plate and eats it, without putting syrup or anything else on it. Her brother looks over at her strangely, worry etching on his face, but she ignores him completely.
A couple of minutes later, her mother gets up from her seat and says, "we should be going now," and the family stands up and prepares to apparate to Platform 9 and ¾.
A few moments later they arrived. Realizing that they only have a few moments until the train leaves, the two teenagers say hurried "goodbye's" to their parents and "promise to write every other week," before they rush off and get on the train.
"I'll see you around Teeny and be careful," Amos calls to his sister as he gives her a wave and goes off to find his friends.
Christine nods her head in return before going off to find Lily, Alice, and Emilie. She checks a couple of compartments before finding a red headed girl with emerald green eyes.
"LILY!" Christine shouts with joy as she runs into the compartment and gives her friend a hug.
Lily Evans is in one word: beautiful. She has fiery red hair, that went just passed her shoulder, that seems to match her personality perfectly. Her green eyes were truly one of a kind and only add to her breathtaking appearance. She is not a tall girl, but she is not by any means short, standing at about five foot four. She is without a doubt the smartest girl of the year and has rightfully earned the title of "know-it-all" from her peers. She is serious and sweet, and is clearly the girl that keeps the rest of her friends in line. And a certain James Potter seems to be in love with her.
"Oh! Christine! Did you have a good summer? I'm terribly sorry I could not make it to Diagon Alley with you this year, but my sister was being horrible and made me go shopping with her in muggle London!" Lily explains to her friend as she releases her from the hug.
"Summer was same ole, same ole, nothing too special, but I did miss you so much!" Christine cries with laughter.
"Am I missing the reunion?" a soft voice calls from the hallway jokingly, as another girl steps into to compartment.
"ALICE!" Lily and Christine cry, cheerfully, as the two girls sweep the newcomer into a big hug.
Alice Walker is the shy one in their group of friends. She has medium length blonde hair that seems to have a slight, elegant curl to it. Her bluish-green eyes looked like the sea and her rounded face only makes her look kinder. She is pretty short, managing to be only about five foot two, but when she is mad she can make herself seem much bigger. She is smart and a hard worker, but grades aren't everything to her. She is terribly sweet and trusting, which Christine is sure is going to be the death of her one day.
"I've missed you guys so much!" Alice says softly as she returns the hugs. "I cannot wait to get back to Hogwarts!"
Everyone nods their head in agreement as a fourth girl enters the compartment.
Emilie Thomas has medium-dark brown hair that curles perfectly; her eyes are a chocolate brown that seems to go wonderfully with her hair. She is five foot six and the tallest of the four friends. She is kind, yet sarcastic; serious, yet funny. She plays quidditch on the Gryffindor house team and is a chaser. She is likable and loud, but knows when she needs to remain silent
"Girls," she says softly as she looks down at the floor. "I have a problem," she begins and immediately she gets the attention of the other girls in the compartment.
"What's wrong, Emilie," Alice asks as she watches her friend, carefully.
"Are you okay, Em," Lily asks as she puts a hand out and rests it on her friends arm, trying to comfort her.
Christine says nothing, but looks at her friend, waiting for her to continue.
"I sort of…well… I sort of…" she begins again, as her friends wait.
"EMILIE THOMAS!" a voice screams from outside their compartment.
"I sort of punched Sirius Black," Emilie states, as her friends mouths fell open. "But really, it's not a big deal or anything..." she tries to justify.
The compartment then bursts open as a very furious teenage boy stands in the doorway. His dark hair elegantly falls across his handsome face and his dark eyes are filled with rage. Blood slips from his perfect noise as his tall body walks into the compartment and over to Emilie. "THOMAS!" he says, his voice heavy and harsh.
"Yes, dear Black," Emilie replies, her voice much different than it had been only a few short moments ago. "Did you know you have blood all over your face and down your robes? You really might want to do something about that…. Blood stains you know…" Her friends lightly snigger in the background.
"Yes, no thanks to you!" Sirius fumes as he stares down at the girl in front of him, clearly towering over her. "I could have you kicked off the quidditch team for this, you know!" he threatens, trying his best to scare her.
"Oh please, like Potter would kick me off for something like this," Emilie starts as she continues to look up at the boy before her.
"Something like this? You nearly broke my noise!"
"Yes, 'nearly', such a pity I did not actually manage to break it…" Emilie lets out a laugh.
"Erm, Em, is there a reason you tried to break his noise?" Lily asks looking over at her friend, unsurely.
Emilie Thomas is known for her violent outbursts, especially against Black, but she gets along fine with the rest of his friends, which is why she still manages to be on the quidditch team.
"Yes," Emilie states, "as a matter of fact I had an excellent reason for punching him," she defends herself, proudly, as she looks over and glares at Sirius.
"And that would be…" Alice asks, shyly, as she looks back and forth between Emilie and Sirius.
"He grabbed my butt."
Please review and let me know what you think! More will be coming out shortly. Chapter 2 is already done, and chapter 3 has been started.
RAB
CHAPTER UPDATED: THURSDAY, JUNE 19TH, 2008