QLFC Game 3 Gryffindor: "I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.", topaz, and the image of a snowy bench. HORROR GENRE!
As I was heading to the Gryffindor Common Room, I could swear I heard screams. I looked around to see what was going on.
"No!" a voice whimpered from nearby. Drawing my wand, I continued towards the source. Heart pounding, I crept towards the shout.
I entered a room, and what I saw was scarcely believable. There was a little girl, maybe eleven or twelve. The problem was that I recognized her.
"Lily?" I asked incredulously. The red-haired girl was cowering in a corner, whimpering in terror at something invisible. Upon seeing me, she seemed to relax a little bit.
"Lucy!" she exclaimed. "I'm so scared!" she stood, running to me and flinging her arms around me in a hug.
"Lily, what's happened?" I asked her, pulling her away to face me. "What's the matter?"
"I'm okay," she said, breathing deeply. "I was just scared of the Room of Requirement."
"What scared you there?" I inquired.
"I saw us all dead," she whispered. "Al, Jamie, all of us. I couldn't handle it."
"Do you want to get over that fear?" I ask her. She nods. Taking her hand, I say, "Come on, then."
We walked through the corridors to the portrait of Gregory the Smarmy that marked the entrance to the Room of Requirement.
I need to get into the place that scared Lily, I thought. A plain wooden door appeared, and I pushed it open, Lily cowering behind me.
I was surprised as I entered the room. It wasn't really a room.
"Are we in London?" I asked. It looked like a snow-covered park in London. We were right next to a bench that had snow an inch thick all over it.
"Hello, Lucy and Lily," a voice said. I turned around to be confronted by a totally unknown person. His eyes were a red-brown, like topaz or amber. "I'm glad you came. You can witness the destruction of your family."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded. Lily was cowering into my robes, trying to hide from this strange man. I drew my wand. "What did you do that freaked Lily out so badly?"
In answer, the topaz-eyed man gestured around. The area had changed. Well, not really. The snow, bench, and city were still there. The only difference was that there were dead bodies all over. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming or crying as I recognized every single one. Albus, James, Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry. Near the bench, I saw Mum and Dad with their throats covered in blood. And behind the man was a girl of sixteen...Molly.
My despair turned to anger as I stared at the man with the strange topaz eyes.
"You monster," I growled.
"I'm not perfect," the man said, a sly grin crossing his face. "And neither are you. You have no idea what's in store for your future, do you Lucy? Pity."
"I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way. I don't know if the same can be said of you."
"Naturally," the man said accommodatingly, his cruel sneer crossing his face. "But I don't think you can do anything about it." Taking out his own wand, he aimed it at me. "Crucio!"
Instantly, I shoved Lily away from me, careening into the dead body of Albus. I wasn't paying attention though as the curse hit me. It felt like every cell in my body was being set afire and then dropped into acid. My screams pierced the air, but no one was nearby to hear besides the topaz-eyed man and Lily.
I was barely aware of being grabbed and forced over to the bench. The wet snow was barely noticed by me as he tied me down to the cold steel.
"Leave her alone!" Lily exclaimed. She wasn't cowering anymore. Her wand was out. Not that she'd be much good in a fight, Lucy thought wryly somewhere in her fried brain.
The pain stopped, but another voice pierced my consciousness. A scream. Lily's scream. I looked around as the topaz-eyed man tied her to the leg of the bench. I watched as the man drew a knife from his coat pocket.
"Let's start."
He leaned over me, placing the knife at the edge of my lips. All I felt was a slight tugging as the knife cut into my flesh. Savoring my pain, he withdrew. Mistake. I gathered blood and saliva in my mouth, spitting the mixture into the man's face. His face turned livid.
"I think I'll do the little girl first," he said. He leaned down to Lily, who weakly struggled to free herself.
"No!" I exclaimed. He turned to me. "I'll duel you. Just let her alone."
But I knew it was over. Before I could do anything, he dragged the blade of his knife across Lily's throat, his topaz eyes watching my reaction. Crimson blood flowed from the cut, and she couldn't do anything as she bled to death. I struggled furiously against my bonds, angry.
"Too late," he sneered. "Now for the little girl with the big mouth."
"Glad to know you like me so much," I said grimly.
However, as he advanced, I knew it was the end. He wasn't playing nice anymore. His topaz eyes stared me down as his blade drew closer.
I woke up just as the blade was placed at my own throat.
