Disclaimer: I own Chris, Sean, Raulings and anything else you haven't heard of, all respected Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and Kahlan and Richard Raul belong to Terry Goodkind.
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch: Chapter 5
Beyond Caring
He grabbed her roughly by the arms and hauled her out of the room. She looked at her surroundings to see if there was any way to escape. Even if there was one she didn't see it. Her mind was too clouded with fear to see what was going on around her.
She didn't know where she was going but from the tone of voice that "Avery" had used, it didn't sound good.
Just when she thought that their trek would never end the cloaked man threw her into a dark, deserted room.
Before Avery left he turned and said to her, "Even though you are an enemy of my master, I still pity you." And he left. She heard the clicking of his boots go around the corner and then, all was silent.
Chris waited in the dark room hoping against hope that no one would come in. The floor was damp and there was an odd glinting on all of the walls. The room smelled of old acid and must and mold.
Finally when she thought that no one would come, she heard the swish of a cape and soft, clicking footsteps heading towards the room.
She couldn't see who entered the room. She heard a muttered spell and all of a sudden all the candles in the room lit themselves.
She looked up and saw the man with eyes like steel. He just stared at her with a mirthless grin on his evil face. For the first time she looked around the room and saw that the entire room was filled with devices that inflicted extreme torture.
She was horrified. With the flick of his wand she was sent flying into the nearest wall.
Her head smashed against the wall with a sickening crunch. Every thing around her was spinning.
She couldn't see or think much less walk.
With another flick of his wand he sent her flying on to a large table. Suddenly she couldn't move her arms or legs. They were shackled to the table. The man walked over to her and said, "My master prefers using curses to torture people but, I prefer the hands on method." He walked around the corner and Chris heard some odd scraping sounds. Like the sharpening of knives.
Chris tried to scream in terror but her mouth wouldn't cooperate. Inside her head all was panic.
Thousands of tiny voices were running hither and yon inside her head while one was screaming at them to calm down. After a little while a few more joined in and after that everything was quiet.
One said, "We can get out of this. It will take time. We can beat this horrible man and free ourselves. Sometimes people must suffer for the greater good. If we are calm then maybe this man will be frightened of us."
From then on these were the voices of Chris' blind panic. She felt that she could face anything as long as these voices knew what to do.
Of course she made them up, but they gave her a sense of comfort.
She was prepared mentally for what was to come but nothing could prepare her physically.
The man return from the corner and with him he brought a bucket of water and what looked like a plugged in sponge.
He sloshed the bucket of water over Chris and then touched her with the sponge. A searing pain ran up her spine and in to the back of her head. Her body went rigid, her muscles tightened to the point of breaking, her eyes snapped shut. She couldn't cry. She wanted to so badly.
The voices in her head kept saying over and over again, in a soft soothing chant, "We are stronger. We will persevere. Our light will come in time. Our light is coming near."
After a minute, the source of the pain had gone, but the after affects were still playing in her head.
There was a continuous buzzing in her brain. Her skin felt as if it had been seared off of her body and her bones felt as if they had been burnt to ashes.
"You did well my pet, you lasted for 15 minutes. You shall be fun to work with," said the man.
"Take her to her cell! You ungrateful ingrates!" he screamed at bunch of tall robed figures that had just entered the room.
As soon as they came near her a cold washed over her. She fell into a mist. She heard voices that she had never heard before.
"You can't do that to her," said a male voice.
"She is my daughter and this is what is best," said the female voice.
After that she couldn't hear any thing else. She was on her straw mat and the buzzing sound went on and the light went on in the window.
"Those must have been my parents," she thought. "Oh why me! Why me!" she cried out to the cell. Tears were streaming down her cheeks in the almost pitch black, but there was no one to answer her call.
No one to hear her. No one to comfort her. No one to think of except for people she thought were dead and people she had met. In a matter of minutes one man had turned her world upside down.
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"Kahlan we are 3 thousand years into the future. What is Zed going to do with Raven?"
"Richard, listen to me. This happened to us for a reason. Your grandfather and Raven will have to take care of themselves. We on the other hand are going to have to stay here and make the best of it."
"I know that. Well, what are we going to do? We can't stay with these people in this Hogwarts forever."
"I want to go somewhere green."
AN: Thank you to the four people who reviewed and the 311 people that read my story. This chapter is a bit depressing but it will get better soon. For those of you who are wondering, Harry and his friends will make an entrance in chapter seven or eight. Thank you again for reading.
Thanx -Chris Lillith