Chapter 6- Defiance

Leanette

The cold damp floor of my cell wasn't the most comfortable thing to lie on, but I managed to get an almost decent night's sleep. I was awoken to what sounded like a knife being rattled inside a metal pot.

As my eyes cracked open I looked around in the dim light to see Darius, Kayla, and a little house else staring at me. "Mmmm?" I grumbled as I sat up, noting that my clothes and hair were becoming filthy from my living conditions.

"Miss, it is time for your breakfast." The poor little house elf asked, and what do you know? I was right, well close; he had a soup ladle and a metal pot that he had used to awaken us.

The little house elf was wearing the dirty rags that all house elves were forced to wear, a sign of their enslavement. We a soft crack, food appeared out of thin air and in each of our separate cells.

Now mind you this really was the same as last night, just about only slop with the occasional piece of food I could actually identify.

Darius seemed to notice me just pushing the food around on my plate and piped up once the house elf left. "You should eat it, they won't give you anything else and it keeps you fueled enough to survive the time in here.

"So how was your first night?" Kayla asked me, setting her place down and scooting along the sidewall so she could rest her back against it and talk to Darius and I.

I shrugged. "As good as a night can be when you're spending time in a cold dark cell." She answered, unable to think of another way to put it.

Darius and Kayla just seemed to contemplate what I said and began munching quietly on their food again. Taking heed to Darius' warning I decided to try and eat the slop. If it kept me fueled enough than it would probably be worth it in the end.

Taking a mouthful and forcing myself to swallow I continued the process until I couldn't stand to eat any more. "So what do you guys do in here all day?" I asked, looking through the bars so I could try and peer farther down the aisle.

In a moment of pure anger I took a loose rock on the ground and smashed it against the bars of the cage repeatedly. It did nothing but break my nails from the force and cause my skin to slash open and bleed from the sharp edges.

To no success I leaned back as Kayla explained after they watched my eruption of anger. "Not much really. There's nothing to do except for when the Carrows bring students down to punish us for either their punishment, ours, or both." The two of them acted as if they never even saw me cut myself open in my insane attempt to escape.

"When do they usually do that?" I questioned.

"Often enough." Darius spoke, and ironically as if the Carrows were listening to their conversation, Amycus burst through the door with the entire class trailing behind him. Darius and Kayla instantly fell silent and if I wasn't mistaken, then they even flinched.

Amycus saw me and grinned wickedly. "Ah dearest Leanette! So glad that you're here!"

"It's not like I can go anywhere!" I hissed, indicating the metal bars surrounding me.

Amycus just gave me a smug grin, and began speaking to the class. "There are always the naughty 'rebels'," He put air quotes around rebels, "who think they can continue to just let their mouth run without a second thought about the consequences. Our job today is to show them that it won't go unpunished…" He looked over his shoulder and gave me an insane grin.

He turned back around and motioned for someone to step up and do the deed. I almost let out a shriek of surprise and sorrow when I saw whom Amycus had forced to be my torturer.

My best friend, Neville Longbottom.

Neville

'No no, please no.' I thought over and over in my head when Amycus shoved me to the cell where Leanette was sitting.

Looking over her, she looked pretty bad even if it had only been one day. Her hair, clothes, and body were grimy with dirt and musty lake water, and there were little spots of blood on her clothes. Her hands were covered in dried blood and there were many cuts covering her.

"Do it now boy!" Amycus hissed at me.

I looked into Leanette's eyes, sweet, sweet Leanette… How could I torture my best friend? Don't answer that, because I CAN'T. It's impossible, something I never could and would do.

I turned to Amycus.

"Never." I told him flatly.

He gave me an angry glare. "What boy? Would you like to be thrown in here with the rest of them?" He hissed, pointing at Leanette, another girl, and another boy in the cells next to her.

My face was doing it's best to keep a blank expression on my face as I spoke to him. "You heard me. I won't hurt her."

Some of my classmates began to whisper to each other about me defying the Carrow brother, but I remained firm for Leanette and stood my ground.

Amycus began to shake his head and I thought he was angry but no. He was… laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes at him.

"It's just amusing how you think that you can defeat us." he chuckled. "This school is ours now, NONE of you can ever steal it back." He finished with a cold glare.

"Now…" He looked at Leanette with his head tilted slightly to the side, like a hunter watching its prey.

He raised his wand and pointed it at her, and before I could stop it he had already shot the spell at her as he screams echoed around the dungeons.

Author's Note- Gosh it's been so long since I've written for this story! So sorry! I had no Internet for about a week, and then was busy with end of the year school stuff.

So I sincerely apologize! Thanks to all my readers, please continue to review!