Unknown Secret
Chapter 13, Prisoner
Skyla opened her eyes to find that there wasn't anything to see. At first she thought that she had gone blind, but then her eyes adjusted to find that she was in a cold stone room. The floor she was laying on was rough rock, as were the walls. She slowly stood up and felt the roof barely brush her head. A pang of claustrophobia hit her, and she put her hand on the wall closest to her and walked around with her fingers brushing the wall. The two reasons she did this was first to see if there was a door and second to see how big the room was.
Skyla stopped when she felt a snag against her fingers. Feeling around it more thoroughly, she found it was a small door with a grate near the bottom through which no light came out. 'Then where is the light coming from?' she asked herself. The room was about three paces wide and five paces long, and there in the middle of the ceiling was another grate. She looked out through the grate and saw a full moon shining on thick, overgrown grass and brambles that surrounded the grate and as far as she could see.
Skyla turned around to see the faint outline of some sort of building, but she could not tell exactly what it was. She sat down in a corner of the room, though now she was starting to think of it as a cell. 'Why am I here?' she thought, 'What do they want with me, in fact, who are they anyway?'
*Well, * said the cynical voice, *you were spying. They probably want to kill you or torture you or something, and I'd have to say that They or at least He would be the object of your spying. A certain father of a certain Draco Malfoy, who you so foolishly had a crush on. How does he repay you? He stabs you; and when you don't die like you were supposed to, out of pure luck because someone did something not to good to get detention I might add, his father decides that he wants to dispose of you himself and here you are. *
'Ohhh, I wish you weren't so blunt,' Skyla thought, 'so you're saying I owe my life to a detention? Or at least what short life I have now.' she added desolately. 'What am I supposed to do?'
Just as she finished that thought she heard the creak and screech of rusty, hardly used hinges and some flickering light could be seen through the grate at the bottom of the door. To play it safe she lie down and pretended to still be asleep. The echoing footsteps of two people sounded and soft voices could be heard; "You just leave her to me," said a cold voice, "I don't care if it's going to attract Dumbledore's attention. Lets see if she's awake." The cell door creaked and squeaked open, and pale flickering firelight showed in.
"She's asleep sir," grunted another rough voice.
"It's good to know you have eyes, Crabbe," said the first voice sarcastically. "Leave the food by the door and we'll come back when she's awake to question her. I still want to know how much she told Dumbledore." The footsteps moved away and the cell door shut with the clicking sound of a lock. Skyla moved over to the food, found it was edible and ate it, contemplating what the voices had said.
*Looks like they are going to torture you* the derisive voice ridiculed. "Shut up and go away" Skyla told it. *I can't* it mocked. *I'm you, you're me, we're I* 'Oh great. Now, on top of everything else; being told I'm a witch, spying as a favor, being stabbed, cast out, kidnapped, becoming a prisoner in a cell, and now tortured; I'm going crazy.' *Yes you are. * It said in its most annoying fashion.
The next morning the sun peaked over the brambles and shined it's light into the cell where Skyla was sleeping. She woke up, expecting to hear the voices of people over in the common room and the heat from the fireplace, but was jolted back to reality of the stone floor and eerie silence. Before long, the silence was interrupted by a screech of a door and footsteps. They were coming for her.
Chapter 13, Prisoner
Skyla opened her eyes to find that there wasn't anything to see. At first she thought that she had gone blind, but then her eyes adjusted to find that she was in a cold stone room. The floor she was laying on was rough rock, as were the walls. She slowly stood up and felt the roof barely brush her head. A pang of claustrophobia hit her, and she put her hand on the wall closest to her and walked around with her fingers brushing the wall. The two reasons she did this was first to see if there was a door and second to see how big the room was.
Skyla stopped when she felt a snag against her fingers. Feeling around it more thoroughly, she found it was a small door with a grate near the bottom through which no light came out. 'Then where is the light coming from?' she asked herself. The room was about three paces wide and five paces long, and there in the middle of the ceiling was another grate. She looked out through the grate and saw a full moon shining on thick, overgrown grass and brambles that surrounded the grate and as far as she could see.
Skyla turned around to see the faint outline of some sort of building, but she could not tell exactly what it was. She sat down in a corner of the room, though now she was starting to think of it as a cell. 'Why am I here?' she thought, 'What do they want with me, in fact, who are they anyway?'
*Well, * said the cynical voice, *you were spying. They probably want to kill you or torture you or something, and I'd have to say that They or at least He would be the object of your spying. A certain father of a certain Draco Malfoy, who you so foolishly had a crush on. How does he repay you? He stabs you; and when you don't die like you were supposed to, out of pure luck because someone did something not to good to get detention I might add, his father decides that he wants to dispose of you himself and here you are. *
'Ohhh, I wish you weren't so blunt,' Skyla thought, 'so you're saying I owe my life to a detention? Or at least what short life I have now.' she added desolately. 'What am I supposed to do?'
Just as she finished that thought she heard the creak and screech of rusty, hardly used hinges and some flickering light could be seen through the grate at the bottom of the door. To play it safe she lie down and pretended to still be asleep. The echoing footsteps of two people sounded and soft voices could be heard; "You just leave her to me," said a cold voice, "I don't care if it's going to attract Dumbledore's attention. Lets see if she's awake." The cell door creaked and squeaked open, and pale flickering firelight showed in.
"She's asleep sir," grunted another rough voice.
"It's good to know you have eyes, Crabbe," said the first voice sarcastically. "Leave the food by the door and we'll come back when she's awake to question her. I still want to know how much she told Dumbledore." The footsteps moved away and the cell door shut with the clicking sound of a lock. Skyla moved over to the food, found it was edible and ate it, contemplating what the voices had said.
*Looks like they are going to torture you* the derisive voice ridiculed. "Shut up and go away" Skyla told it. *I can't* it mocked. *I'm you, you're me, we're I* 'Oh great. Now, on top of everything else; being told I'm a witch, spying as a favor, being stabbed, cast out, kidnapped, becoming a prisoner in a cell, and now tortured; I'm going crazy.' *Yes you are. * It said in its most annoying fashion.
The next morning the sun peaked over the brambles and shined it's light into the cell where Skyla was sleeping. She woke up, expecting to hear the voices of people over in the common room and the heat from the fireplace, but was jolted back to reality of the stone floor and eerie silence. Before long, the silence was interrupted by a screech of a door and footsteps. They were coming for her.