It was quiet. It was cold. And I woke feeling a sharp pain in my injured shoulder. I tried to sit myself up, it was difficult as my arms had been tied behind my back and my legs tied together. I shifted from side to side and eventually, in a way, propped myself up against the crumbling wall.
The room was small, a bedroom I think. The windows were boarded up; the floorboards looked very old and 'dead'. Apart from that, there was a four-poster bed (very webby) and to the right of that there was a door.
On either side of me, there was Hermione and Ginny, both still unconscious. I pushed against Hermione to try and wake her.
"Hermione," she opened her eyes.
"Where am I?" she said as she tried to sit up but failed.
"I don't know, some kind of derelict house I guess."
"Hang on…" she spoke in almost a whisper, "This is the Shrieking Shack!" At that point Ginny began to stir.
"Where are we? What happened?"
"We're in the Shrieking Shack. You know, the one that me, Ron and Harry went to in our third year. It was here that we found out that Peter Pettigrew was actually alive and that Sirius was innocent."
"Quite right, Miss Granger." The door creaked open and in came that man. The one I saw before I blacked out, I presume he was responsible for our being here!
"PETER!" shrieked Hermione. Peter smiled though he had a hint of fear in it, "What do you want with us?"
"I thought you would have guessed. You were a bright girl."
"You want to use us as hostages to get Harry here!" Peter smiled again.
"Very good, very good. And that is why I need to keep you alive before Harry comes."
"Harry'll never fall for into you're trap! You small, ugly…nine fingered FREAK!" I shouted. He looked at me, shocked but then he burst out into laughter. I continued, "Anyway, Dumbledore will find out and he'll stop you and probably kill you!" His laughter continued.
"And that is why, my dear, I won't let him find out." He picked up his wand and pointed it directly at Ginny and said, "Imperio."
"No!" shouted Hermione. Peter untied Ginny and spoke to her, ignoring Hermione who was seriously trying to stop him.
"Ginny can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"I want you to find Harry Potter and bring him here. But don't let anyone else know. Do you understand?"
"Yes." And with that, Ginny left the room, Peter following her out and shutting the door behind him.
"What shall we do?" I asked. Hermione had gone pale.
"We can do nothing. I don't even have my wand!" She looked close to tears.
"What if Harry comes? Voldemort would probably kill him…"
I didn't know what to do. All I could do was comfort Hermione and hope with all my heart that Harry would realise that Ginny was under a spell and not come…
Listening to Hermione made me want to cry as well, but I had to keep strong. I couldn't let Peter see us both crying! That would just show our fear and I can't let us be defeated! I can't and I won't!
*
Later that night, Hermione stopped crying and we had nothing to do except talk. We hadn't really had a real girl to girl talk before. And there was one question that I had to ask in case I did die.
"Hermione, who do you like more, Ron or Harry?" she looked at me. Then she giggled, "Whom do you think?"
"Well, it's clear that Ron is totally falling for you and Harry, well, he cares about you a lot."
"To be honest I don't know who I like." It was then that we heard movement outside. My stomach did a twist, my heart stopped…
"Hermione!" It was Harry! I can't believe him!
"Hermione, where are you?" Ron was with him.
"Ron! Harry! In here!" shouted Hermione. The door swung open and in they ran.
"Hermione! Andrea!" they said in unison. They immediately helped to remove the ropes. It felt nice to be free again!
"Come on. Let's get out of here." But before we reached the door, the room darkened. We held onto one another so that no matter what we would stay as a group. The floor seemed to have turned into a liquid - it was melting! And then…
"AHHHHH!" All of us fell into this liquid-floor. The world around us seemed to be spinning at a very fast speed. I couldn't make out what the entire blur around me was. Within moments of this fall, we landed - hard, on solid ground again. We got up and dusted off the dirt.
"Is everyone OK?" asked Harry. We all replied with a 'yes'.
"Where are we?" I asked. Looking around, it was dark, except for a beam of moonlight that was let in through the high circular window.
"Welcome," said a voice. We turned to see a figure walking out of the shadow and into the light. At that point, flames flared up on the torches and the room was filled with light. This figure turned out to be a man. A man wearing a black robe and had what seemed like red slits for eyes. I looked at him. I'd seen him before; I know I have - somewhere…
"VOLDEMORT!" I heard Harry gasp. This, was Voldemort?
The room was small, a bedroom I think. The windows were boarded up; the floorboards looked very old and 'dead'. Apart from that, there was a four-poster bed (very webby) and to the right of that there was a door.
On either side of me, there was Hermione and Ginny, both still unconscious. I pushed against Hermione to try and wake her.
"Hermione," she opened her eyes.
"Where am I?" she said as she tried to sit up but failed.
"I don't know, some kind of derelict house I guess."
"Hang on…" she spoke in almost a whisper, "This is the Shrieking Shack!" At that point Ginny began to stir.
"Where are we? What happened?"
"We're in the Shrieking Shack. You know, the one that me, Ron and Harry went to in our third year. It was here that we found out that Peter Pettigrew was actually alive and that Sirius was innocent."
"Quite right, Miss Granger." The door creaked open and in came that man. The one I saw before I blacked out, I presume he was responsible for our being here!
"PETER!" shrieked Hermione. Peter smiled though he had a hint of fear in it, "What do you want with us?"
"I thought you would have guessed. You were a bright girl."
"You want to use us as hostages to get Harry here!" Peter smiled again.
"Very good, very good. And that is why I need to keep you alive before Harry comes."
"Harry'll never fall for into you're trap! You small, ugly…nine fingered FREAK!" I shouted. He looked at me, shocked but then he burst out into laughter. I continued, "Anyway, Dumbledore will find out and he'll stop you and probably kill you!" His laughter continued.
"And that is why, my dear, I won't let him find out." He picked up his wand and pointed it directly at Ginny and said, "Imperio."
"No!" shouted Hermione. Peter untied Ginny and spoke to her, ignoring Hermione who was seriously trying to stop him.
"Ginny can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"I want you to find Harry Potter and bring him here. But don't let anyone else know. Do you understand?"
"Yes." And with that, Ginny left the room, Peter following her out and shutting the door behind him.
"What shall we do?" I asked. Hermione had gone pale.
"We can do nothing. I don't even have my wand!" She looked close to tears.
"What if Harry comes? Voldemort would probably kill him…"
I didn't know what to do. All I could do was comfort Hermione and hope with all my heart that Harry would realise that Ginny was under a spell and not come…
Listening to Hermione made me want to cry as well, but I had to keep strong. I couldn't let Peter see us both crying! That would just show our fear and I can't let us be defeated! I can't and I won't!
*
Later that night, Hermione stopped crying and we had nothing to do except talk. We hadn't really had a real girl to girl talk before. And there was one question that I had to ask in case I did die.
"Hermione, who do you like more, Ron or Harry?" she looked at me. Then she giggled, "Whom do you think?"
"Well, it's clear that Ron is totally falling for you and Harry, well, he cares about you a lot."
"To be honest I don't know who I like." It was then that we heard movement outside. My stomach did a twist, my heart stopped…
"Hermione!" It was Harry! I can't believe him!
"Hermione, where are you?" Ron was with him.
"Ron! Harry! In here!" shouted Hermione. The door swung open and in they ran.
"Hermione! Andrea!" they said in unison. They immediately helped to remove the ropes. It felt nice to be free again!
"Come on. Let's get out of here." But before we reached the door, the room darkened. We held onto one another so that no matter what we would stay as a group. The floor seemed to have turned into a liquid - it was melting! And then…
"AHHHHH!" All of us fell into this liquid-floor. The world around us seemed to be spinning at a very fast speed. I couldn't make out what the entire blur around me was. Within moments of this fall, we landed - hard, on solid ground again. We got up and dusted off the dirt.
"Is everyone OK?" asked Harry. We all replied with a 'yes'.
"Where are we?" I asked. Looking around, it was dark, except for a beam of moonlight that was let in through the high circular window.
"Welcome," said a voice. We turned to see a figure walking out of the shadow and into the light. At that point, flames flared up on the torches and the room was filled with light. This figure turned out to be a man. A man wearing a black robe and had what seemed like red slits for eyes. I looked at him. I'd seen him before; I know I have - somewhere…
"VOLDEMORT!" I heard Harry gasp. This, was Voldemort?