Little rant here now. I love reviews I really do and I accept constructive criticism but I hate when people blatantly flame a story. I'm not claiming that this is realistic and I'm not claiming that I'm a great writer. This is something I do in my spare time and something that I enjoy. End rant.
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From now on unless I say otherwise it will be Hermione's point of view.
I don't know where I am running. I don't even know where I am. But I know that my only option is to just keep running and never look back. I need to escape. I need to be free.
I feel a cool breeze on my neck.. almost as though someone is blowing on it but that's impossible, a quick turn of my head confirms that there is still no one around. My paranoia has well and truly set in and I am fighting a losing battle with my mind.
He's not here. I am alone. I am safe.
With the positivity returning somewhat I slow down, pausing from my run to lean against a tree and catch my breath. Okay so running isn't practical, I can't do it forever. I'll have to walk. A brisk walk.
Just as I begin to calm down something brushes against my shoulder and I am immediately on guard, I freeze turning a nervous look towards it, pale cool fingers rest there. I open my mouth and let out a blood curdling scream.
Fuck. He's found me. I'm dead.
But right before my eyes those fingers vanish and I am once again alone.
Fuck. I'm losing my mind. That's worse.
I close them slowly, taking a deep calming breath before reopening and looking at my shoulder. Nope the hands not there anymore, must have been my imagination again.
Shaking my head as though it will help I pull myself away from the tree reluctantly and begin to walk, the crisp leaves crunching underneath my feet and for a moment it reminds me of happier times. When I was a child my mum and dad would bring me here, where I would play innocently for hours. A time before I knew about magic and war, merlin would I give anything to have those times back. Even just for a few minutes. A time of innocence indeed.
A stray tear seeps down my face and I quickly reach up to brush it away, now is not the time to feel sorry for myself. Now is a time to be strong and show my Gryffindor spirit, to be brave and to win against all odds.
I keep my head high as I walk. I can do this.
A deep chilling chuckle echo's around the forest and I spin around. This can't be in my mind surely.
A shooting pain explodes across my stomach and I hunch over grasping it tightly in an attempt to calm it. The pain, it's back. But this time it's overwhelming and spreads slowly up my side then downwards also. I am in agony and I don't hold back, screaming and wailing I drop to the floor. I can't take this and it's only getting worse.
"I told you" the chilling voice calls out again "I told you this would happen."
But I can't focus on that now, I breathe deeply as I try to ease the pain, but it's not working.
"Now now what do we have here then?" a voice asks, looking up I can just about make out too dark figures standing over me.
I hear muttered words but it's too much for me and then my body goes limp
I'm dying is the last thought I have as my eyes slowly drift and my mind begins to lose focus. I'm dying but the pain is going. I should be scared but I'm not. Relief overwhelms my senses. I'm free.
I awaken as I hit hard concrete, my eyes snap open. I'm not free, but at least I'm not hurting anymore. As the memories overtake me I whimper glancing upwards from beneath lowered lashes.
I gasp loudly at the sight as I see his pale figure sitting on what looks to be some kind of throne. He's found me. My body is cold and I am frozen, my mouth dry and my heart pounding, his eyes lock with mine and I am captivated, unable to look away even though I know the horror that is sure to come.
"I see you have returned to me. I knew that you would. It was only a matter of time" His voice is even and calm.. too calm for my liking.
I open my mouth to speak but no words pass my lips. I can't speak, I am physically unable too.
"You're dismissed." It takes a second for me to realise that he is not talking to me. I hear the heavy bang of the doors which makes me gulp loudly. I'm now alone with this man.
With that thought in mind, I want to throw myself at his feet and beg for mercy, for pity, anything that will ease what I know is going to come and for a single moment I almost do it, but my pride won't allow me. The short taste of freedom seems to have given me back some of my dignity, I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
"You're back then?" he is mocking me that much is clear but I can hear the threat behind those words and I am terrified.
"I…" I begin to stammer but the words just won't come out.
He chuckles loudly and I close my eyes, hanging my head in shame. "Oh my dear girl…" he drawls out. I shiver as I feel a cool pale hand running over my shoulder. "You shouldn't have done it." His hand clamps down on my shoulder grasping it tightly, so tight that I wince slumping down to try and escape him but I can't. His hand lets go of me and he turns on his heel walking away. "My only question is how did you do it? You must have had help, but from whom.. TELL ME" I gasp at the sudden harshness in his voice.
I take an opportunity and rise to my feet, my legs are shaky as I run towards the door my heart is pounding as my hands furiously fumble with the locks. So close. I twist and I turn them but no matter how hard I try they will not budge.
"Fool" I hear his voice before I am suddenly thrust forwards into the door. "Stupid girl… I hope you are ready for your punishment." I gulp as I feel his firm body against my own. I'm in for it.. he's going to kill me. I'm sure of it… and death would be a welcome escape from this hell.
Next chapter will be much longer I promise.. but it will be a torture and rape scene so skip the next one if you are squeamish.