Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs To JK Rowling. Thought that
doesn't mean that I can't have some fun with it.
A tall, graceful looking woman stepped up the gray stone stairs. She could feel the cold beneath her bear feet and tried not to shiver. Her long brown hair flowed about her waist in waves. She is very pale and bruised from beatings and being locked up in a dungeon. She looks only slightly sluggish and not too tired. There is a determination in her silver eyes that would unnerve most people. Not the guard at her side though.
~ Well at least no it's only one guard now. ~ She thought as they reached a tall, oak door. The guard unlocks the door and they step through. Yet anther corridor.
"Stupid, slimy, sorry, son of a-" Her little speech was cut off with a sharp blow from the guard.
"Shut your trap!" He said angrily. This cocky little woman was really starting to annoy him. She simply smelled. Annoying the guards was on her one and only past time. She started to hum.
"Stop that!"
"Why?"
"Because it's annoying as all hell." The guard said.
"How do you know that hell is annoying?" She asked.
"I dinna. Shut up before I beat ya."
"You won't."
"What?"
"You won't." she said simply. "It would go against the time slot."
"What are you going on aboot you daft bird?" he asked
"Now I go to visit our wonderful host from hell and then I insult him, then you drag me back to my cell, and THEN you get to beat me. That's the way it's worked all year buddy." She said calmly. She flashed him anther smile.
"I ken what your up to you gomeril cummer." (AN, This guard is Scotish. Ken means know, gomeril means load talking fool and cummer means witch. Daft means crazy and a bird is slang for a girl. Sorry about that)
"I'm no fool." She said, defiance shown in her eyes. He sighed ands shook his head.
"I dinna ken (don't know) how our lord can put up with ya. Ya ken that willna impress the de'il (devil)-"
"Do you ever stop talking and what do you mean the devil? Is that you call Voldamort?" The guard flinched at the name.
"Ya gormless (stupid) woman! Ya shouldn't say his name. He is the de'il for sure."
"HA! I'm not afraid of him. Voldamort! Voldamort, Voldamort." She yelled as she continued up the stairs.
"Shhhh. Don't be makin' such noise? Dinna ya ken that he can hear ya?" The guard asked.
"I don't care."
"Ya should. Here we are." She sighed as they reached a set of heavy oak doors. The guard knocked.
"Who is there?" a voice from inside asked.
"You oh so graces guest you jerk." She sang out. She was, to be blunt, getting a little pissed off. She frowned when she heard him laugh.
"Let the little wench in."
"Oh thank you sooooo much." She said as she walked in. Torchlight danced on the walls and she shivered as her bare feet hit the floor. "Haven't you ever heard of a fire? A heating spell? It's as cold as death in here." She shivered as she realized what she said.
"Oh come now Selena, didn't you have a pleasant sleep?" Voldamort asked with a smile as he took in her torn loose robes and thin figure. Selena's silver eyes narrowed at him.
"You son of a bitch." She spat at him. He took up his goblet and toasted to her. There was a large baguette spread out in front of him on the table.
"Now that wasn't very polite." He said. Her mouth watered at the smell and sight of all the food. Sure she was being fed, just enough to keep her alive. A really great diet when you're being beaten every day. But that was the point. One word and he'd set anther place, a place for her. She could eat any of those things that were laid out in front of her. All of her favorites. They and any thing else she could ask for were all there. Oh yes, he was defiantly goning to have to die someday.
~I just hope that I'll be there to see it. ~ Selena thought to herself.
"Will you join me, Selena?" he asked with a cruel smile.
"Go to hell." She growled. "While you're at it stop playing bloody ring around the rosy." Voldamort blinked his red eyes in faked innocence.
"Excuse me, but I wasn't aware that we were playing anything." He said.
"Oh really, well I find that very hard to believe. Especially sense you've been doing it for a year now. So let's just cut the crap and get to the point." She said as she crossed her arms. Selena was sick of all the games. She just wanted to go back to her cell. Voldamort simply smiled again.
~I really wish he'd stop doing that. ~ Selena thought.
"Alright then. As you wish. Join me, Selena. You once spied for me, why not become one again?" He leaned forward in his chair as he spoke very quietly "There was a time you rose to glory in my ranks, but then you betrayed me. You betrayed me to that old fool Dumbledore." His voice rose for this and he beat the table with his fist.
"And you killed my family." She said without flinching.
~No tremor in my voice. Point for me. ~ Selena thought. His eyes darkened and he sneered at her.
"Yes I killed your daughter, but not your husband. He is now a broken, crazy man who does all of my wishes. Maybe if you rejoin me I'll let you see him again."
"N-no. I'll never work for you again!" she cried out. Voldamort frowned.
"Are you sure? It would save you much pain." He glanced at the guard.
"GO.TO.HELL!" She snarled and stood her full height. The beating started.
"This could all stop, Selena." Voldamort said calmly. "All you have to say is yes."
"A girl needs a routine." She gasped before she passed out on the floor.
"Take her away." Voldamort said in disgust. The guard drug her down to her cell and then healed her wounds. Well at least she had her routine.
Sorry it took so long to get this out. I've been busy. The next chapter will be nice and funny I promise. Not as dark as the others. Ok? Please review.
A tall, graceful looking woman stepped up the gray stone stairs. She could feel the cold beneath her bear feet and tried not to shiver. Her long brown hair flowed about her waist in waves. She is very pale and bruised from beatings and being locked up in a dungeon. She looks only slightly sluggish and not too tired. There is a determination in her silver eyes that would unnerve most people. Not the guard at her side though.
~ Well at least no it's only one guard now. ~ She thought as they reached a tall, oak door. The guard unlocks the door and they step through. Yet anther corridor.
"Stupid, slimy, sorry, son of a-" Her little speech was cut off with a sharp blow from the guard.
"Shut your trap!" He said angrily. This cocky little woman was really starting to annoy him. She simply smelled. Annoying the guards was on her one and only past time. She started to hum.
"Stop that!"
"Why?"
"Because it's annoying as all hell." The guard said.
"How do you know that hell is annoying?" She asked.
"I dinna. Shut up before I beat ya."
"You won't."
"What?"
"You won't." she said simply. "It would go against the time slot."
"What are you going on aboot you daft bird?" he asked
"Now I go to visit our wonderful host from hell and then I insult him, then you drag me back to my cell, and THEN you get to beat me. That's the way it's worked all year buddy." She said calmly. She flashed him anther smile.
"I ken what your up to you gomeril cummer." (AN, This guard is Scotish. Ken means know, gomeril means load talking fool and cummer means witch. Daft means crazy and a bird is slang for a girl. Sorry about that)
"I'm no fool." She said, defiance shown in her eyes. He sighed ands shook his head.
"I dinna ken (don't know) how our lord can put up with ya. Ya ken that willna impress the de'il (devil)-"
"Do you ever stop talking and what do you mean the devil? Is that you call Voldamort?" The guard flinched at the name.
"Ya gormless (stupid) woman! Ya shouldn't say his name. He is the de'il for sure."
"HA! I'm not afraid of him. Voldamort! Voldamort, Voldamort." She yelled as she continued up the stairs.
"Shhhh. Don't be makin' such noise? Dinna ya ken that he can hear ya?" The guard asked.
"I don't care."
"Ya should. Here we are." She sighed as they reached a set of heavy oak doors. The guard knocked.
"Who is there?" a voice from inside asked.
"You oh so graces guest you jerk." She sang out. She was, to be blunt, getting a little pissed off. She frowned when she heard him laugh.
"Let the little wench in."
"Oh thank you sooooo much." She said as she walked in. Torchlight danced on the walls and she shivered as her bare feet hit the floor. "Haven't you ever heard of a fire? A heating spell? It's as cold as death in here." She shivered as she realized what she said.
"Oh come now Selena, didn't you have a pleasant sleep?" Voldamort asked with a smile as he took in her torn loose robes and thin figure. Selena's silver eyes narrowed at him.
"You son of a bitch." She spat at him. He took up his goblet and toasted to her. There was a large baguette spread out in front of him on the table.
"Now that wasn't very polite." He said. Her mouth watered at the smell and sight of all the food. Sure she was being fed, just enough to keep her alive. A really great diet when you're being beaten every day. But that was the point. One word and he'd set anther place, a place for her. She could eat any of those things that were laid out in front of her. All of her favorites. They and any thing else she could ask for were all there. Oh yes, he was defiantly goning to have to die someday.
~I just hope that I'll be there to see it. ~ Selena thought to herself.
"Will you join me, Selena?" he asked with a cruel smile.
"Go to hell." She growled. "While you're at it stop playing bloody ring around the rosy." Voldamort blinked his red eyes in faked innocence.
"Excuse me, but I wasn't aware that we were playing anything." He said.
"Oh really, well I find that very hard to believe. Especially sense you've been doing it for a year now. So let's just cut the crap and get to the point." She said as she crossed her arms. Selena was sick of all the games. She just wanted to go back to her cell. Voldamort simply smiled again.
~I really wish he'd stop doing that. ~ Selena thought.
"Alright then. As you wish. Join me, Selena. You once spied for me, why not become one again?" He leaned forward in his chair as he spoke very quietly "There was a time you rose to glory in my ranks, but then you betrayed me. You betrayed me to that old fool Dumbledore." His voice rose for this and he beat the table with his fist.
"And you killed my family." She said without flinching.
~No tremor in my voice. Point for me. ~ Selena thought. His eyes darkened and he sneered at her.
"Yes I killed your daughter, but not your husband. He is now a broken, crazy man who does all of my wishes. Maybe if you rejoin me I'll let you see him again."
"N-no. I'll never work for you again!" she cried out. Voldamort frowned.
"Are you sure? It would save you much pain." He glanced at the guard.
"GO.TO.HELL!" She snarled and stood her full height. The beating started.
"This could all stop, Selena." Voldamort said calmly. "All you have to say is yes."
"A girl needs a routine." She gasped before she passed out on the floor.
"Take her away." Voldamort said in disgust. The guard drug her down to her cell and then healed her wounds. Well at least she had her routine.
Sorry it took so long to get this out. I've been busy. The next chapter will be nice and funny I promise. Not as dark as the others. Ok? Please review.