Chapter 24
"Away in the Darkness"
"Harry. We're never gonna get out of here." A boy with fiery red hair and usually bright blue eyes (Now they appeared ruddy and pale) moaned as he leaned against the stonewall of their 'prison'. In fact they were not in a prison at all, just in a high security castle where Voldemort's followers had gathered. It had been the plans of the Death Eaters to abduct Harry Potter and bring him to Voldemort, but they had managed to snag his friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley by accident as well. Once taking them to their 'prison', they had intended to separate Ron and Hermione from their friend, and have a bit of fun with them. A Death Eater's idea of fun was maiming, humiliating, cursing, and finally after such tortures were completed, kill them in as painful a way as they could muster. Luckily, the children had escaped and had avoided the grasp of the Death Eaters, and had gone into hiding within the castle for the past few days.
"Shut up, they're patrolling again." Hermione, a girl with bushy brown hair and light brown eyes, whispered harshly. She was crouched down on the ground, hugging her knees. Out of the two she had the most intellect, but at the moment, it wasn't of much use. Hermione could not figure out a way to get out of their 'prison'.
For the past days, the three had been trying to escape so that they could get to the authorities and inform them of this hideaway. But, the castle itself had very strong charms on it. These charms kept the three from leaving and set off screeching to inform the Death Eaters that the three were in range. The doors were blocked with what seemed to be invisible walls, the children were blocked from passing through the exiting doors, but the Death Eaters seemed to have no trouble passing though. It was a mystery to them how this was done, but most magic is a mystery. For days the students had been playing a deadly game of cat and mouse. Also there was another problem. within the castle walls, wands were useless. Harry himself had discovered this the hard way when he tried to use an attack spell against one of the masked Death Eaters, the spell had just backfired and exploded all over. Causing a bout of mass confusion that almost left the children too dumbfounded to find a way to sneak off.
Harry, who was looking worse for wear, was peering out into the hall. His bright green eyes scanned the room from behind his glasses and he cringed back holding his forehead where the lightening scar burned. "Back up, they're coming." He said through clenched teeth. Harry had made the discovery that his scar had the ability to warn him whenever was servant to Voldemort was close by. This had become quite useful in avoiding the Death Eaters, but it was having an adverse effect on Harry. Having constant headaches and splitting pain had caused to boy to look rather pale and drawn. It was a worthwhile pain that he had to suffer through though, for if they were caught, god only knew how the Death Eaters would torture them for eluding their grasp.
The three huddled back against the stonewalls of the darkened room they had taken refuge in and held their breath, watching the door. Down the corridor they heard tromping steps of Death Eaters on patrol. They were dark clad figures that wore masks to conceal their faces. This group carried torches as they randomly searched the rooms along the corridor; lucky for the three the Death Easters had passed the room they were in at the moment.
Harry had his eyes squeezed shut and was panting; Hermione put her arm around her friend's shoulders, wishing that she could perform a spell to ease his pain. But the powerful charms kept their wands useless and a possible threat to their health if they chose to attempt making any magic. She could only mumble comforting words, telling him that it would pass and that they would escape soon. Silently in her head she was praying, no begging that her cousin had received her warning letter and that help would be on the way. But Hermione also feared, she did not want her family dragged into the hell in which they had placed. It was constant war that raged within her mind.
Ron crept to the doorway, peering out once more; his eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness that surrounded them. He turned around and whispered, "We'd better keep moving, need to find another room." Ron stepped over and reached down a hand to Harry, helping pull to boy to his feet. Hermione kept her arm around his shoulders, to support him and keep him from falling. The headaches usually left Harry feeling a bit weak, but it would pass soon.
The three slipped out of the room, hurrying down the corridors, trying to find a more secluded place for hiding. It was the same as always, them being the mice, while the cats searched them out.
"Harry. We're never gonna get out of here." A boy with fiery red hair and usually bright blue eyes (Now they appeared ruddy and pale) moaned as he leaned against the stonewall of their 'prison'. In fact they were not in a prison at all, just in a high security castle where Voldemort's followers had gathered. It had been the plans of the Death Eaters to abduct Harry Potter and bring him to Voldemort, but they had managed to snag his friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley by accident as well. Once taking them to their 'prison', they had intended to separate Ron and Hermione from their friend, and have a bit of fun with them. A Death Eater's idea of fun was maiming, humiliating, cursing, and finally after such tortures were completed, kill them in as painful a way as they could muster. Luckily, the children had escaped and had avoided the grasp of the Death Eaters, and had gone into hiding within the castle for the past few days.
"Shut up, they're patrolling again." Hermione, a girl with bushy brown hair and light brown eyes, whispered harshly. She was crouched down on the ground, hugging her knees. Out of the two she had the most intellect, but at the moment, it wasn't of much use. Hermione could not figure out a way to get out of their 'prison'.
For the past days, the three had been trying to escape so that they could get to the authorities and inform them of this hideaway. But, the castle itself had very strong charms on it. These charms kept the three from leaving and set off screeching to inform the Death Eaters that the three were in range. The doors were blocked with what seemed to be invisible walls, the children were blocked from passing through the exiting doors, but the Death Eaters seemed to have no trouble passing though. It was a mystery to them how this was done, but most magic is a mystery. For days the students had been playing a deadly game of cat and mouse. Also there was another problem. within the castle walls, wands were useless. Harry himself had discovered this the hard way when he tried to use an attack spell against one of the masked Death Eaters, the spell had just backfired and exploded all over. Causing a bout of mass confusion that almost left the children too dumbfounded to find a way to sneak off.
Harry, who was looking worse for wear, was peering out into the hall. His bright green eyes scanned the room from behind his glasses and he cringed back holding his forehead where the lightening scar burned. "Back up, they're coming." He said through clenched teeth. Harry had made the discovery that his scar had the ability to warn him whenever was servant to Voldemort was close by. This had become quite useful in avoiding the Death Eaters, but it was having an adverse effect on Harry. Having constant headaches and splitting pain had caused to boy to look rather pale and drawn. It was a worthwhile pain that he had to suffer through though, for if they were caught, god only knew how the Death Eaters would torture them for eluding their grasp.
The three huddled back against the stonewalls of the darkened room they had taken refuge in and held their breath, watching the door. Down the corridor they heard tromping steps of Death Eaters on patrol. They were dark clad figures that wore masks to conceal their faces. This group carried torches as they randomly searched the rooms along the corridor; lucky for the three the Death Easters had passed the room they were in at the moment.
Harry had his eyes squeezed shut and was panting; Hermione put her arm around her friend's shoulders, wishing that she could perform a spell to ease his pain. But the powerful charms kept their wands useless and a possible threat to their health if they chose to attempt making any magic. She could only mumble comforting words, telling him that it would pass and that they would escape soon. Silently in her head she was praying, no begging that her cousin had received her warning letter and that help would be on the way. But Hermione also feared, she did not want her family dragged into the hell in which they had placed. It was constant war that raged within her mind.
Ron crept to the doorway, peering out once more; his eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness that surrounded them. He turned around and whispered, "We'd better keep moving, need to find another room." Ron stepped over and reached down a hand to Harry, helping pull to boy to his feet. Hermione kept her arm around his shoulders, to support him and keep him from falling. The headaches usually left Harry feeling a bit weak, but it would pass soon.
The three slipped out of the room, hurrying down the corridors, trying to find a more secluded place for hiding. It was the same as always, them being the mice, while the cats searched them out.