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Sorry this took so long, chapter one must be pretty confusing plus its short (which makes it blah).yea well I had no time b/c I was in a play (guys and dolls if u must know) umm read and enjoy! (and please review it too!) lol

Disclaimer: only own "the girl", rest I just use and abuse (*sniff* I wish they were mine.)

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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 2

They just stood there until their laugher began to die down, then one by one the dark figures encircling the hall began to kneel on one knee. Someone was coming. In front of the petrified girl was a high backed chair, often refereed to as His "throne".

Then He came, seemingly as if He had slithered into the room and took a seat in the empty chair. The man was hooded, face darkened by the shadows, but the girl was grateful. The atmosphere changed dramatically when He entered; a deadening chill had surrounded her.

"Give her the potion, I tire of waiting." Just a whisper (more of a hiss rather), but it was filled with so much anger and hate. She shuddered and fear took over.

"Wait! What do u want? Why am I here-?"

"Give her the potion NOW!" the Dark man did not give up, and the girl's body began to shake violently. A man at His side came forward dressed the same as the others: a ghastly white mask and ink black robes. He forced the vile of the electric blue potion down her throat.

It was almost thirst quenching. The flowed down her throat, cold, refreshing, then she felt it flow through all her veins enveloping her body from her toes to the very tips of her delicate fingers. Until it began to flow up her neck, pain began to form at the base of her skull and spread over to her forehead.

The girl's eyes rolled back, the pain was becoming stronger; yet, it was numbing. Whispers began to develop in her mind, the voices of the ones encircling the hall. Were they really saying anything, 'damn those masks' she cursed.

"She isn't strong enough yet, give her more." The cloaked figure dared not to protest, he still was not on good terms with the Dark Lord. The potion was dangerous though. Supposedly this amount was too much for an average person, let alone someone so young.

'It will surely destroy her,' but the masked figure stepped forward, another serving in the vile, the same electric blue. The girl squirmed this time, and the slender pale fingers roughly grasped her chin. He forced her mouth open once again this time with the thought, 'good luck.'

"hmm.?" she mused aloud, this man had definitely whispered something. Looking up at the mask she searched for a glimpse of his face. He had noticed this and stared into the girl's eyes, such a pale blue yet they were vibrant. They were searching for something; he knew it and quickly turned away. He headed back towards the Dark Lord.

All of it happened in a splint second, and her head exploded. Agony. Pure pain. Her mind was crammed with screams, yells, memories, and the thoughts of those near. The experience was too intense and the girl began to scream as if her life depended on it. The hall filled with a blast of energy escaping her body, it blew past the cloaked figures making their robes billow in the wind.

The Dark Lord was perched upon his "throne", quite pleased.

The girl began to struggle against the bonds that held her to the chair; she paid no attention to anything else around her. It was all a blur. Her eyes glowed white, her pupils had vanished. Then her appearance began to change. Her hair, normally a rich inky black, began to fade into a lighter color sprouting from her roots. The same electric blue now tainted her mane in two sharp contrasting streaks of brilliance. One on either side of her pale face.

The pain now began to fade; the girl sat there panting, her voice hoarse from screaming, and shocked that she remained alive. Surely she had been done for. Now the thoughts and emotions of those near were more clear and sharper. The potion had done its job and she realized what had happened. Secrets were unlocked from her mind; yet there was no time to dwell on that.

Another side of the girl had been unlocked as well, and she lifted her head to the Dark Lord. Her hands and feet maybe bound to the chair, but her mind was free to wonder aimlessly through His mind. She began searching for the reason she was here, why he did this to her.

His mind was clouded though. Pure evil, there was no logic to his ways. Those around her were clouded also. Images of death and destruction, torture and abuse. As far as she could tell, one sitting in front of her was the source of it all. Yet there were other things that sparked her interest. Some of them were actually devoted to him, some only there for power, and others stayed because of fear.

The thoughts amused her, and an odd laughter escape from her mouth. The hollow laugh wasn't her voice. It was aggressive and merciless. It sent a chill down her own spine. 'What the hell am I doing,' but she continued on unknowingly.

"What are you laughing at" The Dark Lord groweled. His scarlet snake- like eyes glowed from underneath the shadows.

"You don't know, do you?" her voice no longer was panicked, but still hoarse, "they only stay because of fear, or only to wait for the day when you are overthrown. Some followers." she mocked. The Dark Lord eyed each of the followers suspiciously, causing the girl's laughter to increase, as well as the Dark Lord's anger.

"Severus," he turned to the cloaked figure, the one who had administered the potion, "are you positive the potion worked," He snapped.

"Yes my Lord, I believe the only side affect is the change in appearance." Severus scowled, 'He dares to doubt my potions.'

'The girl must be mad.'

"Mad? Moi!? Do you even hear yourself; if anyone was mad I'd think it be-" the girl wasn't able to finish her statement. The Dark Lord had hit her with the Crutacious Curse, causing her chair to fall back. Her head smacked the stone ground. The pain wasn't noticed. She lay convulsing on the floor. Tears streamed down her face; she couldn't find a voice to scream either. Nothing could've prepared her for this. Knives were stabbing every inch of her body; her flesh was boiling. Finally, she gave in and passed out, and the Dark Lord stopped the spell.

* * * The girl awoke suddenly, and cursed herself for doing so. Her head was spinning, and it seemed that everything around her was, as well. From what she could tell so far, she had been locked away once again. The cold and dampness caused her to cringe, and she swore she heard a faint scream.

Reluctantly she got up, the spinning began to slow, and the girl staggered towards the wooden cell door. Her memories were shaky of what had previously happened. She got up on her tiptoes to peer through the rusty bars that only let in tiny slits of dim light; the glow from torches. She let out a moan, her muscles screamed in protest, and then a gasp as she stared into the lifeless scarlet eyes of the man she now considered a monster. A devilish glint could be found in them though; he wanted something more of her.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you were, my dear?" he hissed at her, and the girl gave an involuntary shudder after hearing his voice once more.

"Wh-what do you want," she stuttered. Her voice was normal again, scared. No, no one had had ever said those words to her. In her life she had been ignored. No one had ever embraced her, comforted her. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to hear those again. 'No, no! He's only going to trick you-' She was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, when the door began to unlock and creaked open. The Dark Lord stepped menacingly through. The girl backed away, when He advanced on her.

"What the hell are you doing." she gasped, her eye wide with shock. He was trying to rip the skirt off that they had dressed her in earlier. She screamed. "Get the hell off of me!" The Dark Lord was thrown off of her. He thrown against the wall, amused by her effort.

"Want it rough now, do we?"

With that he had muttered a spell. The girl was thrown onto the pathetic effort of what appeared to be a bed, and shackled to the posts. She couldn't move.

"Screaming isn't going to work" he explained, "no one will come to help." The Dark Lord climbed back on top of her, and cupped her chin in his long skeletal fingers. He then flicked his tongue in her ear, it was the tongue of a snake. 'He isn't human' she cried to herself. He did the unthinkable. He began to take away her innocence. The girl tried to fight back, tried to kick him off of her. He fought back also; a sharp dagger was pulled out from the inside of his sleeve, and something warm began to trickle down her check. Down her neck. Silent tears gleamed from the flicker of the torches. He had slashed her face, and then began to continue on.

She blinked, everything happened in slow motion. Something, or someone, was present in the room watching, though not there at all, through His eyes. Someone else's mind was there.

"Wake up.please just wake up." * * *

Oh.sorry it's a cliffie, I'm so evil so tell me what u think! I'll try to get another chapter up soon. hmmm who do u think she was talking to at the end: herself thinking she was still dreaming or someone else *ponders* lol yea and sorry the chapters are so short..