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A/N: Yep...starting another one....

"It sounded so simple"

The corridors are pitch black, if it wasn't for the fact that I still (luckily) had my wand, I wouldn't be able to se a thing. So, I walk along trying to find an exit, a way out of this horrible, horrible place. I don't even remember how I got here anymore. Ok, maybe I do, I'm jut trying to block it out. I mean, it wasn't my fault. Ok, so maybe it was.

Anyways... I have to find a way out. I want out. I don't care if I lose anymore. I'd rather lose my pride than my life. I've always been about pride. If I make a bet, I intend to win it. NO MATTER WHAT. Until now. I know I've said this but -- I WANT OUT OF THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLACE!!

What do I have to do to get out? Gosh, I'm lucky I even got out of that room. That room. Just thinking about it makes me shiver. I couldn't stand that room. I'd been locked in there for way to long--and I couldn't even see enough to see what else was in there. I'm not going to think about it now though-- I don't want to.

And I continue walking and walking and walking. I don't know how far I've walked, or for how long. I'm tired of walking...I want to stop. A "fear tear" falls down my face. I want out so bad. My legs are starting to go numb. My left arm is broken, at least I think it is. He broke it. Who's he you ask?

Oh, he is the whole reason I'm in this mess. If I'd never read that stupid article on him, I never would have made that stupid bet. Of course, it wasn't stupid then, but it is now. And the worst part? No one knows I'm here. No one. And no one can save me anymore. No one. The people around this place all think I'm dead. Except for him. He said he wouldn't kill me-- he was going to send someone else to do it. Why? Don't ask me-- I haven't got a clue.

So, he tied me up, forgot to take my wand, the stupid prat. Oh well, I guess, for my sake, that it's good he has such a bad memory. And right now? I have people after me to kill me, well, the one's that don't think I'm dead, which I'm pretty sure is most of them.... and I don't even know why. Why don't I know why? I don't know that either.

I can't even think anymore. I'm so overly tired and I can't think and I hurt all over. My back and stomach hurt more than anything has ever hurt before. If feels like my insides are going to fall out and I'm getting so weak. I've been coughing up blood for the last hour. Why? Don't worry-- I remember this. Kinda.

I was scared. I was so, so, so scared. This wizard came in, I couldn't see his face, I knew I didn't like him. He had a huge black cloak on. It made me even more scared. At that point, I wasn't in as much pain. I was just scared. One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were dueling. He had somehow gotten hold of a knife and threw it at me. It hit my back. It hurt so much. And by that time, I was in pain. This is it, I thought. I was going to die.

Fortunately or unfortunately, however you care to think about, he pulled the knife out of my back. So I would bleed to death, and he either forgot I had a wand or figured I wasn't conscious enough to use it, but as soon as he left, I tried to heal the wound. Tried being your key word there. I don't suppose many of you have ever tried to point a wand at your back to seal up a wound when your not even half conscious and feel like your going to die any second. So unfortunately, I must have some internal problem now. I don't know. But what I do know is that it hurts. It hurts bad.

And so yeah. That's were I am now. Well, kinda. I was in pain, all those curses he sent at me, he used the unforgivable curses. Well, except for one. Ok, he only used "Crucio."

But he used it more than once. I don't know what else he did to me. But it all hurt. So here I am now, trying to walk through pitch black corridors, full of pain, when suddenly I just collapse against a wall and start sobbing.

And I know I'm going to die here...and I'll never be able to tell the person I love that I love him. I'll never be able to hug my best friend again and say "Your obsessed" when she's raving about her newest boyfriend. And I'll never be able to do anything ever again because I know I'm going to die sitting here, against this wall, sobbing. All because of something that started so simple.

What started so simple? Oh, this did. I may as well tell you the whole thing, seeing as I have nothing better to do. And who knows.... maybe my Prince Charming will come and find me and he'll save me and we'll get married, have a baby, and live happily ever after. I wish. I'm going to die and I know it. There isn't anything I can do now so I'll just tell the story. So here I go.

It started So simple. Easy really. All with one magazine article basically. Simple. So, so simple. As I was saying....

It started so simple....but it didn't end simple...oh no. Nothing can ever be as simple as it seems, can it?