Alright, so this chapter was originally going to be longer. But instead of waiting and finishing the rest I just cut it off at the break. So long story short, this chapter is short. Such short. Try saying that five times fast.
"A way out."
Viola scrambled over to the desk where she knew she could find parchment and a quill. She had to root around for a few moments to find a piece without doodles on it. When she finally found one she reached for the ink, but in her nervous fit she knocked over the bottle.
Viola swore and Errol, who had joined her at the desk, squawked at the noise. "Shh! And sorry."
She threw a stray napkin from dinner on the mess, then started the hunt for another bottle. After rearranging everything on top of the desk to no avail, she finally opened up the drawer to find one lone bottle.
"Thank god." She picked it up-carefully this time- and readied her quill. But as soon as she brought it down on the page, her mind went blank. Viola was never that good with words, which at this time was a very annoying hindrance.
It doesn't have to be Shakespeare, Viola chided herself, it just has to say where I am.
She started to write, but that proved to be a bit difficult due to the fact her hand was shaking like a hamster on espresso. She took another deep breath to try and calm the nervous energy coursing through her body. Although it did little, she began to write.
Professor Dumbledore (or whoever this reaches),
My name is Viola Lazette (or Carver, whatever you prefer, if you even know me at all), and I'm supposed to be attending Hogwarts as a fourth year at this moment. As I hope someone has noticed, I am not currently at Hogwarts. This is because I was kidnapped by Death Eaters on my way to Platform 9 ¾. I am currently being held at Malfoy Manor by Voldemort, and in desperate need for your help.
I don't know if you knew this (although you probably do… Unless you're not Dumbledore. Then this will probably be a shock even if you did know me. Sorry off topic.) but I apparently am the daughter of Lord Voldemort. And I now know this because he told me first hand, and it's the reason why I'm being kept here. I don't know his exact plan, but what I do know is that he plans to make me a Death Eater and keep me here as his heir. He also wants all of this done willingly, if at all possible. I also know that I have little time to make my decision, because if I don't choose soon he force me as well as kill the other girls he has imprisoned here (yes, there are others). I have no idea what to do.
This is why I need your help. I know there is little you can do in such a short amount of time, and I also know this letter might not even reach you (I don't know if I can completely trust this owl). But at least in sending you this letter, you will know this information. I also want you to know that if and when I must choose to join him, it was for the protection of myself and others, and should not be taken as my allegiance to Voldemort. I do hope it doesn't come to that point.
I hope that this letter means you can help me in any way, or at least means you are now a step ahead of Voldemort. I understand if I cannot be helped, but I do hope that it's possible. Thank you.
-Viola Lazette
Ps, if you could tell Bill Weasley forgot his sweater at home, I'm sure his mother would greatly appreciate it.
With a sigh, Viola put down the quill. After taking a few moments to gather her emotions, she quickly reread the letter. She knew there were probably multiple spelling and/or grammatical errors, but those hardly mattered at the moment. Once she deemed it acceptable, she folded it up and walked over to the window.
As an afterthought, Viola wondered if she should put it in an envelope, or at least something to ensure the note's safety. Quickly realizing she had no such thing, she made do with a heavy crease and good faith. She took an energizing breath, then attached it to Errol.
"Bring this to Professor Dumbledore," she said with as much confidence as she could muster. "Or anyone at Hogwarts for that matter. And please, please do it as fast as you possibly can. I'm counting on you." I'm also talking to an owl like an idiot.
Even so, the owl gave her a look of comprehension. He gave her one last coo, then flew away. Viola leaned her elbows on the windowsill and watched him fly away. He may have been awkward and clumsy, but he was all the hope that Viola had at the moment. She watched him until he was no longer in sight.
Next chapter there will be action. Or at least things will start picking up again. I'm sorry that I'm so inconsistent with updates; I know it's been two years since I started this project. And since I've always planned this to be a trilogy, sometimes it's hard to imagine this will get done. But I'm going to keep going. I'm just too freaking busy, even in the summer. I know I say this every time, but thanks to those who have kept with me. I really appreciate it.
Always,
~The Ben Ben
(ps I might have been watching HP7 pt2 while writing this :)