Something bright and irritating was trying to force his eyes open. Sunlight. That's what it was. Midnight knew something was wrong from the start. There were no windows in his room.
A doorknob turned and the door creaked open, then snapped closed a moment later. Someone was in the room with him. Nobody could get into his bedroom, it was locked with a spell. What is going on? Midnight kept his eyes closed, wating for the person to speak. Hopefully the stranger thought
he was still asleep. They could be armed, and he was laying in this bed. Perhaps he could disarm them, then attack. A voice came from the door. "Is he awake yet?" a feminine sound to it.
A rustling, as if someone was shifting is a chair. "I think so," This one was a thick, black male's voice. This man must have been in the room for awhile. "He's been moving around for about half an hour." The shifting stopped, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps came toward the bed. "Get up." He said. Midnight slowly opened his eyes, afraid of what he might see. Tall. This black man was very tall. There was no way in Hell of disarming him without his wand. He glanced to the side to see the woman at the door. She had violet spiked hair. It would be simple to get her wand, looked as though she had problems standing. "Tonks, why don't you wait outside." The man said. Midnight looked up at him. The auror was glaring down at him, obviously he had seen the look that was given to 'Tonks'. "Get up." The man said. Midnight sat up, glaring all the while. "Why can't you just kill me?" he asked, hope filling his voice. The man smirked. "To easy."
Midnight's lip curled. "Then what do you plan to do?" he asked.
"Exactly what you deserve." The man said. Midnight felt himself pale. "And..." he stuttered. "What is that?"
"You'll find out in due time." the man said. Midnight's jaw gritted together. He wanted to know. He needed to know. He wouldn't be able to rest until he found out. Maybe that was the plan. Maybe they were torturing him until he spilled his secrets. [i]Smart aurors.[/i] he thought. He wouldn't let them do it. He was to strong of a man. He'd die before he told anyone anything.
The black man walked over to a wardrobe and swung open the doors. He searched through the clothes for a moment before pulling out a cheap black robe. "Here." he said and tossed it at Midnight. "Wear it. We can't have you looking like a deatheater now can we?" he left the room quickly a low voice out in the hall then a loud thump followed by several other thumps. It sounded as though something was falling, or rolling, down the stairs.
To confirm Midnight's suspicions, 'Tonks' apologized and went after what ever she dropped. The man in the hall grumbled and went after her. His footsteps were receiding thumps on stairs.
Midnight looked down at the robes on his legs. His lip curled. "Cheap." he muttered. "Filthy." Touching only the edge with two fingers, he further inspected it. Shaking it, dust puffed out in clouds.
"Dirty, old." Looked as though no one had worn them in years. They [i]may[/i] have been expensive at one time, but now they weren't worth half a knut.
Midnight dressed slowly, shaking the dirt off everything before letting it anywhere [i]near[/i] his body. Half an hour later he was dressed and went in search of a bathroom. Once there, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes were slightly puffy from his lack of acomfortable mattress.
His whole body hurt, mainly his neck. The pillow must have been filled with rocks. Midnight left the bathroom and headed toward the door the aurors came out of.
Was it safe to leave this room? Was someone or something waiting out there to kill him? He'd risk it. Turning the doorknob slowly and pushing the brown wooden door open, he waited for someone to come.
Aurors were stupid, but not stupid enough to let a known killer have free run of a house. Not hearing anything, Midnight stuck his head out. No one. Maybe they [i]were[/i] that stupid. The stairs were directly in front of him. They lead out into a hallway, then to a door. He walked over to the top step and crouched down.
Voices. "Keeping him here! That is the most idiotic thing I have ever heard. He is a danger to us all! What if he gets out? He'll go directly to You-Know-Who and tell him where we are!" A female voice, not Tonks. There were more people here.
"Molly, calm down." A male's voice, not the black man. "We've put many spells on him and this house. If he tries to cross the threshold to anyone of the doors in this house, an alarm will go off and several spells will hit him. We'll be perfectly fine! We lock him in his room at night and aurors will be here for the rest of the day. There's no where else for him to go. It's best that he's here. Perfect place for questioning." They wanted to question him? That's it? The woman spoke again. "I hope you're right, Arthur." The only noise now was pots clanging around and running water.
A doorknob turned and the door creaked open, then snapped closed a moment later. Someone was in the room with him. Nobody could get into his bedroom, it was locked with a spell. What is going on? Midnight kept his eyes closed, wating for the person to speak. Hopefully the stranger thought
he was still asleep. They could be armed, and he was laying in this bed. Perhaps he could disarm them, then attack. A voice came from the door. "Is he awake yet?" a feminine sound to it.
A rustling, as if someone was shifting is a chair. "I think so," This one was a thick, black male's voice. This man must have been in the room for awhile. "He's been moving around for about half an hour." The shifting stopped, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps came toward the bed. "Get up." He said. Midnight slowly opened his eyes, afraid of what he might see. Tall. This black man was very tall. There was no way in Hell of disarming him without his wand. He glanced to the side to see the woman at the door. She had violet spiked hair. It would be simple to get her wand, looked as though she had problems standing. "Tonks, why don't you wait outside." The man said. Midnight looked up at him. The auror was glaring down at him, obviously he had seen the look that was given to 'Tonks'. "Get up." The man said. Midnight sat up, glaring all the while. "Why can't you just kill me?" he asked, hope filling his voice. The man smirked. "To easy."
Midnight's lip curled. "Then what do you plan to do?" he asked.
"Exactly what you deserve." The man said. Midnight felt himself pale. "And..." he stuttered. "What is that?"
"You'll find out in due time." the man said. Midnight's jaw gritted together. He wanted to know. He needed to know. He wouldn't be able to rest until he found out. Maybe that was the plan. Maybe they were torturing him until he spilled his secrets. [i]Smart aurors.[/i] he thought. He wouldn't let them do it. He was to strong of a man. He'd die before he told anyone anything.
The black man walked over to a wardrobe and swung open the doors. He searched through the clothes for a moment before pulling out a cheap black robe. "Here." he said and tossed it at Midnight. "Wear it. We can't have you looking like a deatheater now can we?" he left the room quickly a low voice out in the hall then a loud thump followed by several other thumps. It sounded as though something was falling, or rolling, down the stairs.
To confirm Midnight's suspicions, 'Tonks' apologized and went after what ever she dropped. The man in the hall grumbled and went after her. His footsteps were receiding thumps on stairs.
Midnight looked down at the robes on his legs. His lip curled. "Cheap." he muttered. "Filthy." Touching only the edge with two fingers, he further inspected it. Shaking it, dust puffed out in clouds.
"Dirty, old." Looked as though no one had worn them in years. They [i]may[/i] have been expensive at one time, but now they weren't worth half a knut.
Midnight dressed slowly, shaking the dirt off everything before letting it anywhere [i]near[/i] his body. Half an hour later he was dressed and went in search of a bathroom. Once there, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes were slightly puffy from his lack of acomfortable mattress.
His whole body hurt, mainly his neck. The pillow must have been filled with rocks. Midnight left the bathroom and headed toward the door the aurors came out of.
Was it safe to leave this room? Was someone or something waiting out there to kill him? He'd risk it. Turning the doorknob slowly and pushing the brown wooden door open, he waited for someone to come.
Aurors were stupid, but not stupid enough to let a known killer have free run of a house. Not hearing anything, Midnight stuck his head out. No one. Maybe they [i]were[/i] that stupid. The stairs were directly in front of him. They lead out into a hallway, then to a door. He walked over to the top step and crouched down.
Voices. "Keeping him here! That is the most idiotic thing I have ever heard. He is a danger to us all! What if he gets out? He'll go directly to You-Know-Who and tell him where we are!" A female voice, not Tonks. There were more people here.
"Molly, calm down." A male's voice, not the black man. "We've put many spells on him and this house. If he tries to cross the threshold to anyone of the doors in this house, an alarm will go off and several spells will hit him. We'll be perfectly fine! We lock him in his room at night and aurors will be here for the rest of the day. There's no where else for him to go. It's best that he's here. Perfect place for questioning." They wanted to question him? That's it? The woman spoke again. "I hope you're right, Arthur." The only noise now was pots clanging around and running water.