To Hell And Back: Chapter Three
Witten by Elven Warrior1
The old Wizard said something to the popping noise, then loaded me into some car. I wasn't paying attention to what it was, only that it was squishy seats, clearly making me uncomfortable. But I wasn't about ready to move, in case these people that sent me to hell and brought me out of it would realize I'm somewhat aware of what's going on.
It seemed like hours before we even got out of the squishy seats. I was happier on cold stone then in this warm fluff thing. Warmth was almost unknown to me. I remember little of it. Very little of it. Nor do I remember much of the good life I had once before
Then the thing that we were in stopped. I was hoisted out of the box like thing, then once again, I felt those familiar arms around me, dragging my lifeless body somewhere. Then I heard that old wizards voice. He whispered something. And there it was.
Grimwald Place Number 12. Oh gods, they were taking me to Grimwald Place Number 12. I'd rather venture to the bottom of a quarry than come back to this place again. This house, is the last place I wanted to go to.
That familiar pang in my heart suddenly grew stronger, for I knew who would be awaiting for me inside. All those people who did not belive me, and three me into hell. I only wish to see my siblings and Draco.
Draco. It feels like it's been forever and a day since I've seen him. He was my best friend, besides my many brothers and sisters. He belived me when I pleaded innocent. He stuck by my side and supported me. But the world turned against me anyway.
As if we just apparated to the door, I was through and being held in the foryer. Voices, all those familiar voices. Then the black hair, strangly green eyes, and fading lightening bolt shaped scar blured my vision from anything else. Potter.
*****
Harry Potter was the first to hear the door open to Number 12 Grimwald Place. Actually, he heard a motor vehicle driving down the road, and took a wild guess that it was Dumbledore, Tonks and Moody bringing Charolette Rones to them. His stomach gave a strong jump and seemed to try and leap out of his throat.
He felt terrible about what they did to her. Everyone did. Everyone that belived the papers instead of her own story. She even took Vertiasum and told the same exact thing. But because of her Sorcerery, the Wizarding community immeadity shunned her and locked her away.
It wasn't untill a good 2 years after she was sentanced to life in Azkaban, that she was telling the truth. Draco never would let them forget that they through her away for no reason. No one wanted to belive him, but since he helped defeat Voldemort, Draco was immeadity made a member of the Order, and he lived at Grimwald Place in fear that he would be hunted down by the remaining deatheaters still out there.
It was a custom now, to piss Draco off, and he couldn't make a snide comment for Harrys' parents were alive again, and taking care of their son, even though he is grown enough to move away. Instead, Harry discovered Dracos' diary, and read all the bashings that the blonde boy wrote. He had to laugh, and wrote comments in Dracos' diary, making him angrier.
Now, all that had happened 5 and a half years ago started to flood his mind. Remembering it all hurt, especially now. But it was time to restart, make a new. It wouldn't be easy. Most likely, Charolette wouldn't trust anyone but her own kin who would be arriving any second by floo network. Harry now, was facing his once friend and enemy.
He gasped, catching the attention of his friends and family in the living room near by. Instantly, people started filing out of the room, their eyes widdened at the sight of a warn, shaggy, tired, sickly, and thin looking person in the foryer, being held up by Alastor Moody and Tonks. Her uniqully dark, black eyes were dull and lifeless. She looked back at the group, unmoving, and unnerved.
*****
Potter. Harry Potter was standing in front of me. Since he killed Voldemort, that lightening bolt scar of his was starting to fade. He'd grown up quite a bit in five years. But, I could care less. And finally, after those five and a half years, I was beginning to feel something. Hate.
Pure hate was racketing through my entire body. And absentmindedly, my body shook with rage. I was angry for once. Though, absentmindedly, my body began to shake. It was a faint memory, but when I get angry, I shake. It's just my nerves. Those arms around me had to tighten in case I shook myself to the floor. I wouldn't care. I could feel something again. Even though it isn't a good feeling.
Knowing Harry, he couldn't see me shaking. So I thought nothing of it, only how I loathed his happy life that he lived for those several years. How he had his parents back, a new baby sister, his friends, his life. I had nothing, my parents died in the war serving Voldemort, my siblings last I heard, went into hiding, and the only friend that I had anymore, if he was still a friend, Draco were gone.
Then all those familiar faces started to file into the room.The abnormally red hair, the freckles, The potters, Black, Lupin, several other aurors, my old school teachers, and several people I have not seen before. All those faces, my heart suddenly wanted to swallow it'self.
As much as I was hating to see them, sadness then krept through my entire body was it horrible. Those tears that were earlier welling in my eyes, began threatening to spill over my cheeks and onto the floor. I blinked several times, trying to dry them up, and I heard one of the people holding onto me gasp.
I wanted to die right then and there.
*****
Tonks gasped, after seeing the girls eyes well up with tears. She had blinked several times before going back to her unsteady state of being. Going back to that lifeless puppet again.
"What is it." moody barked quietly, glarring at Tonk, as if half expecting her that they needed to take the girl back to Azkaban.
"She was going to cry." She whispered softly to him, making several of their onlookers to gasp again. "I saw it, her eyes were getting glossy, then she blinked several times. Oh Alastor, we broke her." Her voice was no more than a heart broken whisper. Dumbledore looked over the group of people before him. All looked sad and uneasy.
"We're back." She said strongly before several footsteps from upstairs could be heard. Everyone's first instict was too look towards to stairs. A the top, stood Draco Malfoy, looking down with the most utter fright and shock expression lain across his face.
"Draco?!" A little girl named Rianna called. "Draco where are you?" She had joined him at the stairs, and almost gave a scream when she saw her sister dirty and being held up by two people. "Charolette." She whispered.
"Rianna, go back and play with your siblings. I'll call you all downstairs soon." Draco said, never turning from his friend. The little girl nodded, and ran back to Dracos' room with all her might and will power that her legs could carry her. Once he heard the door shut, Draco took unsteady steps down the stairs slowly. Hoping not to startle Charolette.
Instead of everyone making an isle so he could get through, he had to push his way through the mass of people. Charolette had looked up, and stared at him with those once gorgeous eyes. Draco felt himself on the verge of tears.
"Charolette?" He said, stopping before her. "Charolette?" The second time he spoke her name, the tears suddenly forced their way out of his eyes and down his cheeks. "Charolette?"
The old Wizard said something to the popping noise, then loaded me into some car. I wasn't paying attention to what it was, only that it was squishy seats, clearly making me uncomfortable. But I wasn't about ready to move, in case these people that sent me to hell and brought me out of it would realize I'm somewhat aware of what's going on.
It seemed like hours before we even got out of the squishy seats. I was happier on cold stone then in this warm fluff thing. Warmth was almost unknown to me. I remember little of it. Very little of it. Nor do I remember much of the good life I had once before
Then the thing that we were in stopped. I was hoisted out of the box like thing, then once again, I felt those familiar arms around me, dragging my lifeless body somewhere. Then I heard that old wizards voice. He whispered something. And there it was.
Grimwald Place Number 12. Oh gods, they were taking me to Grimwald Place Number 12. I'd rather venture to the bottom of a quarry than come back to this place again. This house, is the last place I wanted to go to.
That familiar pang in my heart suddenly grew stronger, for I knew who would be awaiting for me inside. All those people who did not belive me, and three me into hell. I only wish to see my siblings and Draco.
Draco. It feels like it's been forever and a day since I've seen him. He was my best friend, besides my many brothers and sisters. He belived me when I pleaded innocent. He stuck by my side and supported me. But the world turned against me anyway.
As if we just apparated to the door, I was through and being held in the foryer. Voices, all those familiar voices. Then the black hair, strangly green eyes, and fading lightening bolt shaped scar blured my vision from anything else. Potter.
*****
Harry Potter was the first to hear the door open to Number 12 Grimwald Place. Actually, he heard a motor vehicle driving down the road, and took a wild guess that it was Dumbledore, Tonks and Moody bringing Charolette Rones to them. His stomach gave a strong jump and seemed to try and leap out of his throat.
He felt terrible about what they did to her. Everyone did. Everyone that belived the papers instead of her own story. She even took Vertiasum and told the same exact thing. But because of her Sorcerery, the Wizarding community immeadity shunned her and locked her away.
It wasn't untill a good 2 years after she was sentanced to life in Azkaban, that she was telling the truth. Draco never would let them forget that they through her away for no reason. No one wanted to belive him, but since he helped defeat Voldemort, Draco was immeadity made a member of the Order, and he lived at Grimwald Place in fear that he would be hunted down by the remaining deatheaters still out there.
It was a custom now, to piss Draco off, and he couldn't make a snide comment for Harrys' parents were alive again, and taking care of their son, even though he is grown enough to move away. Instead, Harry discovered Dracos' diary, and read all the bashings that the blonde boy wrote. He had to laugh, and wrote comments in Dracos' diary, making him angrier.
Now, all that had happened 5 and a half years ago started to flood his mind. Remembering it all hurt, especially now. But it was time to restart, make a new. It wouldn't be easy. Most likely, Charolette wouldn't trust anyone but her own kin who would be arriving any second by floo network. Harry now, was facing his once friend and enemy.
He gasped, catching the attention of his friends and family in the living room near by. Instantly, people started filing out of the room, their eyes widdened at the sight of a warn, shaggy, tired, sickly, and thin looking person in the foryer, being held up by Alastor Moody and Tonks. Her uniqully dark, black eyes were dull and lifeless. She looked back at the group, unmoving, and unnerved.
*****
Potter. Harry Potter was standing in front of me. Since he killed Voldemort, that lightening bolt scar of his was starting to fade. He'd grown up quite a bit in five years. But, I could care less. And finally, after those five and a half years, I was beginning to feel something. Hate.
Pure hate was racketing through my entire body. And absentmindedly, my body shook with rage. I was angry for once. Though, absentmindedly, my body began to shake. It was a faint memory, but when I get angry, I shake. It's just my nerves. Those arms around me had to tighten in case I shook myself to the floor. I wouldn't care. I could feel something again. Even though it isn't a good feeling.
Knowing Harry, he couldn't see me shaking. So I thought nothing of it, only how I loathed his happy life that he lived for those several years. How he had his parents back, a new baby sister, his friends, his life. I had nothing, my parents died in the war serving Voldemort, my siblings last I heard, went into hiding, and the only friend that I had anymore, if he was still a friend, Draco were gone.
Then all those familiar faces started to file into the room.The abnormally red hair, the freckles, The potters, Black, Lupin, several other aurors, my old school teachers, and several people I have not seen before. All those faces, my heart suddenly wanted to swallow it'self.
As much as I was hating to see them, sadness then krept through my entire body was it horrible. Those tears that were earlier welling in my eyes, began threatening to spill over my cheeks and onto the floor. I blinked several times, trying to dry them up, and I heard one of the people holding onto me gasp.
I wanted to die right then and there.
*****
Tonks gasped, after seeing the girls eyes well up with tears. She had blinked several times before going back to her unsteady state of being. Going back to that lifeless puppet again.
"What is it." moody barked quietly, glarring at Tonk, as if half expecting her that they needed to take the girl back to Azkaban.
"She was going to cry." She whispered softly to him, making several of their onlookers to gasp again. "I saw it, her eyes were getting glossy, then she blinked several times. Oh Alastor, we broke her." Her voice was no more than a heart broken whisper. Dumbledore looked over the group of people before him. All looked sad and uneasy.
"We're back." She said strongly before several footsteps from upstairs could be heard. Everyone's first instict was too look towards to stairs. A the top, stood Draco Malfoy, looking down with the most utter fright and shock expression lain across his face.
"Draco?!" A little girl named Rianna called. "Draco where are you?" She had joined him at the stairs, and almost gave a scream when she saw her sister dirty and being held up by two people. "Charolette." She whispered.
"Rianna, go back and play with your siblings. I'll call you all downstairs soon." Draco said, never turning from his friend. The little girl nodded, and ran back to Dracos' room with all her might and will power that her legs could carry her. Once he heard the door shut, Draco took unsteady steps down the stairs slowly. Hoping not to startle Charolette.
Instead of everyone making an isle so he could get through, he had to push his way through the mass of people. Charolette had looked up, and stared at him with those once gorgeous eyes. Draco felt himself on the verge of tears.
"Charolette?" He said, stopping before her. "Charolette?" The second time he spoke her name, the tears suddenly forced their way out of his eyes and down his cheeks. "Charolette?"