"Who are you?" I demanded, ignoring the fact that I could barely see in the dim, foggy moonlight. I heard a small crack and I felt that somebody else was there. I drew out my wand, and looked around carefully.
"What of it, bitch?" The distinctly male voice retorted. He quickly disarmed me. I bent down to pick my wand up, still carefully looking around. But my wand spiralled towards the man. I could see him, finally, in the small light of the cracked, almost ancient lamp he held steadily. His mouth curved upwards in an unpleasant smirk.
"You can't get me," I said confidently, more to myself than him, "I'm Harry Potter' niece." God, I thought, Scorpius will laugh. He told me not to go out at night alone. He'll practically hire me personal security guards when I get home and tell him!
"So?" He asked. Then he tied me up. I squirmed.
"Let go of me!" I screamed. I realised this wasn't something Scorpius would laugh was cold, hard, real.
"Crucio," The man laughed. Pain shot through my body and I smacked my head on the ground.
That was the last thing I remember.
Sometimes I remember what life was like before I was stuck in this living hell. It makes me stop thinking about my fate. Though sometimes it makes things worse. Much, much more worse.
I try to focus on Happy Memories most of the time. Like my time in Hogwarts.
"I'm going to bed," I stated clearly to the bantering Albus and Scorpius, "Before one of you gets us killed, or worse, expelled!" I flounced off to my dormitory, "And that means you have to leave. You two are Slytherins, not Gryffindors!"
"Fine, fine, we were just leaving," Scorpius grumbled.
"Sure," Albus smirked, elbowing him in the side.
"That hurt!" Scorpius retorted, his blond hair flopping to one side. I smiled.
"Boys," I shook my head and rolled my eyes over-dramatically. Scorpius poked his tongue out at me.
"Girl," He said, mimicking me, though it really didn't have the same effect.
"Real mature," I grinned, rolling my eyes.
"Night!"
"Night!"
"Goodnight, Albus. Goodnight, Scorpius," I smiled, before bounding up the steps and going into my dormitory.
Those were the times. I was innocent. Happy. Not stuck in a death trap.
Great.
I hear a scuffle of feet and a sick song fills my ears again. I double over and try to cover up my ears from the sickening song, but it's extremely difficult.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
I scream and scream; it's no use. They won't go away. They don't even have food or water for me. I'm still using last night's ration. Which I've already eaten.
Great.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
It's killing me. I really just want it to go away.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Please go away.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Please...
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Happy Memories.
Happy Memories.
"You're Scorpius Malfoy," I sniffed as I sat down in the small compartment, humming the latest 'Half Blood Princess' song, which was called, 'Magical Beings'. He glared at me down his long, slightly pointed nose.
"So you have to be Miss Know-It-All's daughter, don't you?" He joked, "Rose Weasley."
"Correct," I yawned, sitting down, "I have to stay away from you. You're trouble."
"Brilliant," Scorpius rolled his eyes, "More Malfoy-haters."
"Don't label me!" I scolded warningly, "I don't want a label."
"Do you really have a choice?" Scorpius asked me, sighing.
"I would hope so," I confided.
"Poor you," Scorpius shrugged with a sly smirk.
Scorpius. He is looking for you. Remember that.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Don't loose hope.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
I have to listen.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
I carefully lift my hands off my ears and tilt my head to the side.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
It's such a sweet tune, a sweet melody, so sweet, have to listen, sweet...
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Sweet, sweet, fills my ears, sweet, tune, melody...
...Sick.
No. I cannot let myself be taken away by the stupid song.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Think of Scorpius.
Happy Memories.
Happy Memories.
"You honestly think I'm going to let you walk all over me?" I demanded. Albus shrugged.
"I was just asking for some help," He squeaked.
"Just like your father with my mother, eh?" I rolled my eyes, sarcasm dripping like acid off my words.
"Your own father was the worst offender," Albus shot back.
"Gawd, Al, lay off the poor gal," Scorpius cut in, "She just had to survive a date with me. She's probably traumatised."
"Poor you," Albus sighed in mock-sympathy, shaking his head, "Scorpius is pretty scary, isn't he?"
"Oh, shut up," I blushed, going crimson, "You two have it in for me,"
"Bad Rose, Bad Rose, what ya gonna do?"They sang in unison, "What ya gonna do when ya dad comes for you!" They elbowed me in chorus.
"Stop it!" I blushed, trying to push past them.
"Oh, Rosie," Albus sighed and shook his head, "I'm afraid you've worn out your laugh box,"
"What a terrible thing to happen," Scorpius added in mock despair.
"You two," I scolded, but even I could not bring myself to keep a straight face.
"What, Rosie?" Scorpius asked in a babyish voice.
"This is just Great, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes.
"What, my kissing? I thought it'd be more than satisfactory," Scorpius joked.
"Oh, get a room already!" Albus instructed us.
"It's not like we're kissing, or anything," Scorpius smirked, planting a quick kiss on my cheek. I blushed an even darker red than my hair.
"Scorp," I groaned.
"Oh, geez man, did I have to see that?" Albus pretended to strangle himself.
"As a matter of fact," Scorpius replied, after thinking for a while, "You did,"
"Give it up," I shrugged, adjusting my shoulder bag.
"Sorry, I just don't want to see my best friend putting his hand down my cousin's pants!"
That was just too much for me. I'm sorry, but really? Way to much...
So I slapped Albus across the face.
Real smooth, Rose.
Happy Memories like that keep me alive though. Well, as alive as I can be.
I should probably rephrase that; they keep me sane.
I splash some washing water onto my face and try to comb my hair with my fingers, but they feel big and sticky and too out-of-place. My red hair refuses to stay flat and frizzes out in all directions, giving me a red halo. I groan and my eyes dart around the room, but there's nothing new; there never is. Just the same, stone-cold wall.
I refuse to give in and stare at it so I try to think of something, anything other than my stupid imprisonment. I can't really think of anything, even though my mind's spinning like a Ferris Wheel. I hate it when this happens. When my mind goes completely blank.
I decide to scrounge around for some food; I check in a tiny corner and I find a bread roll and some cheese that I must've left there last night. I nibble on the cheese and take a bite into the breadroll. The numb taste explodes in my mouth and I crunch on it carefully. There are some burnt bits but I'm honestly so hungry that I can't be bothered to care.
Then I hear echoing footsteps and my mind goes into some kind of frenzy. I cower in the corner behind the buckets of water. I pull the blanket over my head and ignore my constant shaking. I hear 'Ryan' open the door and come in.
"Rosie," He calls in his deep voice, "Come out, come out, wherever you are,"
I tremble even harder and tears roll down my cheeks. I hastily wipe them away and be careful not to make a sound.
"I'll find you, bitch," He growls, giving up on trying to be nice. I can't help it. I scream and blow my cover. He marches over to me and kicks over the buckets, spilling the precious water I use to drink and wipe the everlasting grime off my skin.
"Come here, Rosie," He hisses. I briefly see him raise a beater's club and I feel a shot of pain run up the back of my head.
Then everything goes black.