The Prison Inside a Prison
By
Samantha Roberts
A Harry Potter Fanfic Genre: Angst/ Horror/ Adventure PG-13 for: Dark themes, intoxication, gore
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Last Time:
BANG.
Harry lifted his head up with a start. What was that? Muffled screams ripped though the door and Harry checked fearfully that the stall was locked. His friends. They had come for him. They were here and were going to get him at last!
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The volume increased. Harry looked around anxiously, not knowing what to do. He was the Boy who lived, but could he really live now that his friends had found him? Oh God, oh no! Harry started to panic. He looked around some more, twisting his head around towards the wall of the cubicle that the door should be near. Any minute now and his friends would come through that door to get him. He grabbed his whiskey bottle from the inner pocket of his robes, the one Dobby hadn't found, and lifted it up to drink, but the door flew open with a crash.
He dropped the bottle on the floor and it broke. The alcohal washed over his feet and he looked at it helplessly. His friends had come. Now he had no defense.
"Harry!" shouted a male voice. Ron? No.
"Alohamora!"came the voice, a strangled one, a frightened one, and the door unlocked and opened.
Gilderoy Lockhart. Not Ron. Gilderoy stood in the doorway of the cubicle and grabbed Harry by the wrist. "I say, man, get out of here, don't hide! The Death Eaters...oh God, they're HERE!" he yelled, but in a whispery voice. People seemed to be taking Harry by the wrist alot today. Gilderoy dragged Harry out of the cubicle and into the main part of the restroom.
Gilderoy pointed his wand at a ceiling vent and it squeeked open. It was hardly big enough to fit a small child through, byt even so, Gilderoy miraculously squeezed through it. Now he was extending his hand to Harry, trying to help him up. "Grab hold!" he whispered urgently. "We'll escape through the vent."
Harry looked at Gilderoy's hand as though he had never seen one before. Another escape? No, they would FIND him up there! He needed his whiskey NOW! But alas, it was still on the floor, still out of reach, still broken apart. "Harry!" Gilderoy hissed! Harry hesitated and grabbed Gilderoy's hand. With a grunt, Gilderoy pulled him up, and just in time. The door shattered into bits of wood and in came the Death Eaters, wands extended in front of them, faces covered by long black hoods.
Harry and Gilderoy held they're breath. Would they find them? Harry hoped not. But maybe Ron and Hermione would help these men. That would be bad. Then they would win. Harry would lose the game.
One Death Eater blasted away the stalls and laughed cruely. "It'd be pretty funny if the ministry found them still on the pot." he sniggered stupidly. Crabbe? It had to be. Then that meant his old rival Draco Malfoy would be around somewhere.
"Yeah," a second one said thickly, Goyle. Harry suddenly felt sick again. He palmed his mouth nervously and closed his eyes. They were as good as dead up here. If not by the Death Eaters, then by the closing walls. Harry looked around fearfully. The walls were closing in on him. He needed air! He tried to breathe normally, but couldn't get the normal pattern going. He was going to die in this little space, and no one would ever know. "I need out!" he said in a choked whisper. "I need air!" He made up his mind... and started crawling quickly out of the vent.
Gilderoy grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back, but Harry was strong and could hold his own in this battle. Then again, so could Gilderoy. "Harry!" Gilderoy grunted. "What are you doing?!"
Harry started kicking the walls, yelling at the top of his lungs. Out! Out! Air! Air! Why wouldn't Gilderoy let him out? Oh NO! His friends must have gotten him on their side! Gilderoy trying to suffocate him! He turned around and punched Gilderoy in the nose, not even thinking of using his wand, but Gilderoy still held on tightly.
The voices underneath them had long since stopped. They must have left. Thank god! Harry growled and reached for the hole in the vent that they had originally crawled through. Air! He was dying! He grabbed hold of the panel and tried to drag himself towards it.
Then a hooded head popped through the opening, making Gilderoy let go, shocked at the sudden entrance. Harry let out a strangled cry and barrled into the Death Eater, desperate to get out. He didn't care that the Death Eater would probably kill him. He just needed air! Harry toppled past the Death Eater and out of the vent, where a whole gang of them were waiting. Air! He could taste it, smell it, feel it again, but it didn't matter. One of the Death Eaters threw a large, black bag over him and zipped it up tight. Harry was trapped.
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END OF CHAPTER TWO
By
Samantha Roberts
A Harry Potter Fanfic Genre: Angst/ Horror/ Adventure PG-13 for: Dark themes, intoxication, gore
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Last Time:
BANG.
Harry lifted his head up with a start. What was that? Muffled screams ripped though the door and Harry checked fearfully that the stall was locked. His friends. They had come for him. They were here and were going to get him at last!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The volume increased. Harry looked around anxiously, not knowing what to do. He was the Boy who lived, but could he really live now that his friends had found him? Oh God, oh no! Harry started to panic. He looked around some more, twisting his head around towards the wall of the cubicle that the door should be near. Any minute now and his friends would come through that door to get him. He grabbed his whiskey bottle from the inner pocket of his robes, the one Dobby hadn't found, and lifted it up to drink, but the door flew open with a crash.
He dropped the bottle on the floor and it broke. The alcohal washed over his feet and he looked at it helplessly. His friends had come. Now he had no defense.
"Harry!" shouted a male voice. Ron? No.
"Alohamora!"came the voice, a strangled one, a frightened one, and the door unlocked and opened.
Gilderoy Lockhart. Not Ron. Gilderoy stood in the doorway of the cubicle and grabbed Harry by the wrist. "I say, man, get out of here, don't hide! The Death Eaters...oh God, they're HERE!" he yelled, but in a whispery voice. People seemed to be taking Harry by the wrist alot today. Gilderoy dragged Harry out of the cubicle and into the main part of the restroom.
Gilderoy pointed his wand at a ceiling vent and it squeeked open. It was hardly big enough to fit a small child through, byt even so, Gilderoy miraculously squeezed through it. Now he was extending his hand to Harry, trying to help him up. "Grab hold!" he whispered urgently. "We'll escape through the vent."
Harry looked at Gilderoy's hand as though he had never seen one before. Another escape? No, they would FIND him up there! He needed his whiskey NOW! But alas, it was still on the floor, still out of reach, still broken apart. "Harry!" Gilderoy hissed! Harry hesitated and grabbed Gilderoy's hand. With a grunt, Gilderoy pulled him up, and just in time. The door shattered into bits of wood and in came the Death Eaters, wands extended in front of them, faces covered by long black hoods.
Harry and Gilderoy held they're breath. Would they find them? Harry hoped not. But maybe Ron and Hermione would help these men. That would be bad. Then they would win. Harry would lose the game.
One Death Eater blasted away the stalls and laughed cruely. "It'd be pretty funny if the ministry found them still on the pot." he sniggered stupidly. Crabbe? It had to be. Then that meant his old rival Draco Malfoy would be around somewhere.
"Yeah," a second one said thickly, Goyle. Harry suddenly felt sick again. He palmed his mouth nervously and closed his eyes. They were as good as dead up here. If not by the Death Eaters, then by the closing walls. Harry looked around fearfully. The walls were closing in on him. He needed air! He tried to breathe normally, but couldn't get the normal pattern going. He was going to die in this little space, and no one would ever know. "I need out!" he said in a choked whisper. "I need air!" He made up his mind... and started crawling quickly out of the vent.
Gilderoy grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back, but Harry was strong and could hold his own in this battle. Then again, so could Gilderoy. "Harry!" Gilderoy grunted. "What are you doing?!"
Harry started kicking the walls, yelling at the top of his lungs. Out! Out! Air! Air! Why wouldn't Gilderoy let him out? Oh NO! His friends must have gotten him on their side! Gilderoy trying to suffocate him! He turned around and punched Gilderoy in the nose, not even thinking of using his wand, but Gilderoy still held on tightly.
The voices underneath them had long since stopped. They must have left. Thank god! Harry growled and reached for the hole in the vent that they had originally crawled through. Air! He was dying! He grabbed hold of the panel and tried to drag himself towards it.
Then a hooded head popped through the opening, making Gilderoy let go, shocked at the sudden entrance. Harry let out a strangled cry and barrled into the Death Eater, desperate to get out. He didn't care that the Death Eater would probably kill him. He just needed air! Harry toppled past the Death Eater and out of the vent, where a whole gang of them were waiting. Air! He could taste it, smell it, feel it again, but it didn't matter. One of the Death Eaters threw a large, black bag over him and zipped it up tight. Harry was trapped.
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END OF CHAPTER TWO