New chapter!! Rejoice my lovelies! Dark and moody from here on…..
Chapter 14- Prison and Prophecies
Eleanor lay against the carpet, feeling movement around her, a cold swish of capes. Muffled voices sounded, but she couldn't distinguish the words.
Her vision was slipping in and out of focus. Then everything went black.
She opened her eyes slowly, her head was pounding, her mouth was raw, and her body ached.
She was in a small room, the only light poured in from a small window at the top of the high stonewall opposite her.
She attempted to move, but found she was chained to a bench.
The stone floor was cold against her bare feet, the nightgown offered little protection against the crisp air, she huddled her knees into her chest for warmth and suddenly began to sob uncontrollably. There was no hope now, Voldemort would kill her for certain if she couldn't tell him anything useful.
Her cries echoed around the room, until they became dry and soft.
Eventually she lapsed into silence, unable to cry anymore, and sat on the hard wooden bench shivering and completely alone.
Time passed, and eventually Eleanor had no idea how long she had been sat in the tower for. Occasionally she would hear footsteps and press her ear against the door, desperate for any kind of information, but no voices would sound.
Day dragged out into night, and now all to keep her company was the light of the dull moon, and the occasional screech of a night creature, which made her jump and shudder.
The night progressed, Eleanor was afraid that they were simply going to leave her in her cold prison to die.
She thought of her parents and hated them for their loyalty to such an evil man- if man is how he could be described- " a monster more like" Eleanor thought to herself resentfully.
A loud clunking sound interrupted her thoughts and tore through the silence, as the door behind her was unbolted, Eleanor did not turn around, she was too exhausted and weak to care who was there.
A scrape of metal sounded as a dish full with what looked like porridge was pushed along the floor towards her.
She eyed the food bitterly and said nothing.
" The Dark Lord requires you to be in reasonable health for what he is planning, I suggest you eat." Narcissa's voice rang coldly through the room.
Eleanor remained silent and gripped the hem of her nightgown.
A pack of cards slid in front of her feet.
" He wishes for you to practice again, the answer had better be satisfactory."
Eleanor shifted herself so her back was completely facing Narcissa.
" You have one hour."
The door slammed shut.
Voices drifted in from outside the door, Eleanor thought she recognized one of them as Lucius' but she didn't care enough to press her ear against it anymore.
After the hour was up she gave into her hunger and ate the tasteless mush, then decided to attempt a reading once more- if Voldemort truly needed her, she had a little more time to spare.
She spread the cards in the usual fashion on the floor and let her mind go as blank as she could possibly allow.
Her fingers were stiff and frosty, the cards felt warm to touch, for a moment she was glad to have them back in her grasp, but only for a moment…
The cards suddenly began revealing themselves at an alarming rate; Eleanor felt the familiar wave of power mixed with dread flush through her body, her fingers were now burning, she screwed up her face against the pain and continued, allowing her hands to turn over the cards of their own accord, moving almost too quickly for her to register.
Judgment- there is hope
The Wheel of fortune- it lays in the form of a prophecy
The Emperor- it shall be discovered tonight
Once again, sharp, cutting images leapt into her vision, as if they were actually there before her, real and absolute.
A Hall. A prophecy. A battle. A veil of spirits. Murder. Punishment.
The world returned to her, she faced a tall, stone ceiling, her back against the floor.
She gasped; her body was trembling once more, for she now knew the future, and it terrified her.