AN: Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter guys. This is where things start to get interesting!
The Night Draws Ever Nearer
Chapter 1: Magic
Warm sunlight fills the room and I sigh and lay down on the bed. My entire family is in the room, waving at me. I smile, and try to talk. But I can't. It's like my mouth is glued shut. My mother, who looks perfectly healthy, tries to help me. She looks young again, with her hair still a bright blonde, like mine. Sickness had truly made her age. She brings me a cup of what looks like golden liquid. I reach up to grab it, but I am pushed down. What? Then I feel a pain in my stomach. I try to scream. Mom pulls a knife out of my stomach. Then, she stabs again. Finally I let out a bloodcurdling scream.
I awake still screaming. I close my eyes and clench my fists. This cannot be happening. Why must this happen to me? Why? WHY? I open my eyes and look up. I can hardly see any of my surrounding. It is very dark, and I'm not quite sure what to think. I breathe in deeply. I feel a deep stinging pain in my wrist, and I try to find and identify my wrists. For some reason, my mind is foggy, and I can't seem to identify my wrists. Then, as I awake to my senses, I realize I am bound in handcuffs. Why am I bound? This is when I remember everything. The cellar… What happened down there? I can't seem to recall. Oh yes, that's right. There was some awful beast in that cellar. I don't even know if it was human. But where did it take me? I am definitely not in the basement anymore. That's a good observation, boy.
What was that? I look from side to side but do not see anything. I know I heard a voice a though. Or did I? Am I going crazy? I have to be going crazy. That's the only explanation. My eyes are adjusting to the darkness and I can see that there is basically no way anyone can be in this tiny room. Well you're just full of great observations captain.
I begin to breathe heavily. There is something inside my mind. That would be correct, Nathanial. How does it know my name? I'm talking to you through your thoughts and you're surprised I know your name. Good point. I try to formulate my thoughts. What are you? Are you controlling me? Oh no. Of course not. Why would I do that? I don't know. Can you help me to get out of here? Yes. Ok. Will you? Yes… But you must do exactly what I say. I consider it. But this thing will hear everything I think. I'm not a thing. Great. I consider it. As far as I can tell, there doesn't look like any way to get out of here at the moment so I'm not quite sure what to do. You need to decide quickly. Ok, I'll do it.
Very good. Now listen up. In a few minutes someone is going to come through that door. This is what you must do. There is a part of you that you have not found yet. What? Just listen. On the floor a few feet away from you is what looks like a stick. I look. There is indeed something that looks like a stick. But something deep inside of me tells me it's something more. Something… powerful. What is it? It's a wand. A wand, as in… magic. Yes.
I don't know why I accept this so easily, but I do. Perhaps I shouldn't. But you know I'm telling the truth. I do. I don't know how, but there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this is a wand. So do I need to get it? Yes, and hurry before the guards come back.
My wrists begin to bleed as I reach for the wand. Luckily, the bounds are not too tightly attached to the post, so I can reach out. It hurts, but I know I have to continue. I use every last ounce of will in me, but it's so hard. Hurry! I'm trying! I hear someone rustling at a door, which I can see clearly now. Finally, my right hand grasps the wand, and I can pull it to me. What now? Trust me.
Alohamora! The wand glows and the cuffs break off, just as the man walks into the room. He gasps, and goes to pull out his wand, which he realizes is the one in my hands. He jumps at me, and I jump back, startled. Avada Kadabra! A bright green light flies out of the wand and strikes the man. I gasp, he has fallen dead. What did you do? Just trust me. But I don't think I can. I back up. I start to shake. This can't be happening. I want to go home. I want to see mom and dad. I don't know what to do. Then suddenly, I hear fighting up ahead, down a corridor. Quick, hide the body.
But you killed him! … But look who's holding the wand. It's right. I'll be blamed for this. I growl and try to pull the body. I can't. I manage to get on the other side of the body and push it into the room, and close the door. Right as I close it I see four men and three women come dashing into the hall. "Here he is!" One shouts.
What do I do? Go with them. I start to say something about getting out, but the first thing that some out of my mouth is, "Do you know where my parents are?" I ask.
Their faces immediately fill with sorrow. "Oh, Nathanial," one of the ladies says.
"How do you know my name? And where are my parents?!" I demand.
"I think you need to come with us," the man, with dark black hair says, "We'll explain everything."
Do it. Go with them. "Okay," I say, stuffing the wand into a pocket.
The man reaches out his hand, "I'm Severus."
AN: Ok, I did NOT steal this, stop bothering me you imbusuls!
