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In the tiny village of Little Hangleton a scream ripped through the quiet night. Charles Goodin, the town's sheriff, was brought back to consciousness with a rude bump. He had hardly slept soundly for one night a month in a full year. It was now the summer again, and memories of last summer's break in to the Riddle House. Everyone pretended to be fearful of Frank Bryce, but it was almost impossible to pretend that the whole town wasn't shaken with the news that he had turned up missing. He sat up in his bed and looked around. The curtains were rippling and moonlight which was shown through the open window. The moonlight cast a spooky shadow of the curtains onto the opposite wall against the closets. Charles Goodin got out of bed very carefully so he would not wake his sleeping wife and stealthily crept down the stairs to the kitchen. He opened the bottle of sleeping pills, which were prescribed by his doctor, and took one out. He washed it down with a class of water and tiptoed back up stairs.
As he lay in bed staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come, he began to think...which was the only thing he COULD do as it was about 3 o'clock in the morning. He only took the pills so that his wife would stop worrying. He lied to her and said that he felt much better and he hardly had to take them anymore because he had learned how to sleep soundly. Lying isn't what you would think that a loving devoted husband would do to protect his wife, but you would be wrong! He loved her very much, and didn't want her to worry about him because he didn't want her to think that he could not protect her. He knew that he needed help, he needed to make the screaming and the dreams stop, but his pride was too strong.
He was not egotistical, and he didn't like to be the center of attention or have anyone fuss over him. He was outgoing and well respected in the town and he liked his position of authority. Nobody knew his secret, and he liked it that way. But is there a way to keep his secret and solve his problem at the same time? No, he thought. There is no way, so he would have to live with the misery of long working hours and no sleep. He wondered why no one else in the town seemed to notice the screams. In the first few times he had heard them he had thought that since nobody else had heard them it was all in his dreams. It might be in his dreams. But they seemed so real. They had to be real.
In his dreams he could see a pathetic little man shaking, like he was having a fit, and then letting out a howl of pain an misery. The same scenario, but different in a way, every time! The little man seemed to be being punished by someone who appeared to not be in the room, for there was only one voice speaking. This time the little man's voice sped up as he spoke, as if he felt threatened. He seemed to be talking to someone, he said "I have not failed yet. I have not failed. I promise you that I will get one of ours into the order. Maybe we can persuade Snape. Perhaps the Malfoys can convince Dumbledore that they have truly renounced you ways. Please my Lord, PLEASE. I promise you I have not failed! They will not defeat you my Lord, they will not defeat you!" And that is when Charles heard the screaming. IT doesn't make sense. He finally resolved in the last few moments that he was awake that he would ask his wife about it the next day.
But 200 miles away, a boy with jet-black hair and bright green eyes woke with a start.
Read and review and please be nice in your reviews, this if my first one and I hope that you like it!
In the tiny village of Little Hangleton a scream ripped through the quiet night. Charles Goodin, the town's sheriff, was brought back to consciousness with a rude bump. He had hardly slept soundly for one night a month in a full year. It was now the summer again, and memories of last summer's break in to the Riddle House. Everyone pretended to be fearful of Frank Bryce, but it was almost impossible to pretend that the whole town wasn't shaken with the news that he had turned up missing. He sat up in his bed and looked around. The curtains were rippling and moonlight which was shown through the open window. The moonlight cast a spooky shadow of the curtains onto the opposite wall against the closets. Charles Goodin got out of bed very carefully so he would not wake his sleeping wife and stealthily crept down the stairs to the kitchen. He opened the bottle of sleeping pills, which were prescribed by his doctor, and took one out. He washed it down with a class of water and tiptoed back up stairs.
As he lay in bed staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come, he began to think...which was the only thing he COULD do as it was about 3 o'clock in the morning. He only took the pills so that his wife would stop worrying. He lied to her and said that he felt much better and he hardly had to take them anymore because he had learned how to sleep soundly. Lying isn't what you would think that a loving devoted husband would do to protect his wife, but you would be wrong! He loved her very much, and didn't want her to worry about him because he didn't want her to think that he could not protect her. He knew that he needed help, he needed to make the screaming and the dreams stop, but his pride was too strong.
He was not egotistical, and he didn't like to be the center of attention or have anyone fuss over him. He was outgoing and well respected in the town and he liked his position of authority. Nobody knew his secret, and he liked it that way. But is there a way to keep his secret and solve his problem at the same time? No, he thought. There is no way, so he would have to live with the misery of long working hours and no sleep. He wondered why no one else in the town seemed to notice the screams. In the first few times he had heard them he had thought that since nobody else had heard them it was all in his dreams. It might be in his dreams. But they seemed so real. They had to be real.
In his dreams he could see a pathetic little man shaking, like he was having a fit, and then letting out a howl of pain an misery. The same scenario, but different in a way, every time! The little man seemed to be being punished by someone who appeared to not be in the room, for there was only one voice speaking. This time the little man's voice sped up as he spoke, as if he felt threatened. He seemed to be talking to someone, he said "I have not failed yet. I have not failed. I promise you that I will get one of ours into the order. Maybe we can persuade Snape. Perhaps the Malfoys can convince Dumbledore that they have truly renounced you ways. Please my Lord, PLEASE. I promise you I have not failed! They will not defeat you my Lord, they will not defeat you!" And that is when Charles heard the screaming. IT doesn't make sense. He finally resolved in the last few moments that he was awake that he would ask his wife about it the next day.
But 200 miles away, a boy with jet-black hair and bright green eyes woke with a start.