Not Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, please don't sue me, I'm just a struggling writer who can't make up her own characters.
I remember when it all started. It was when Voldemort killed Dumbledore.
I remember the exact way Voldemort lifted his wand, and the exact way he said those two words.
I remember how Dumbledore's body hit the ground. How Voldemort just laughed his eerie laugh, after it was all done with.
I remember how we retreated. How we were lost without a leader.
That was the first and last battle we lost.
Weeks later, Lucius Malfoy became the Minister of Magic. His first order as Minister was to have all Order members hunted down and thrown in the newly renovated Azkaban Prison.
Azkaban, what a horrible place.
I remember being captured. I remember the look on Voldemort's face, when he told me how he wasn't going to kill me. He told me that I would suffer in Azkaban. Death was too good for me.
Now, here I am, rotting away in a cell in the middle of Azkaban, with those that I loved most.
The first days were living hell. The Dementors, now crossed with an equally horrifying creature, are ten times more powerful. We all had to learn quickly to survive.
Ron, my best friend, was the first to die after he went insane. He would ramble on and on about being saved, I think that was his last thought before he died.
Hermione, whom is still alive, went insane weeks after Ron's death.
Remus, committed suicide than rather be captured. A week before I was caught he went back to the Department of Mysteries, and threw himself behind the same veil Sirius fell through. I hope they are together now.
Everyone on the side of light is either dead or slowly dying.
Things weren't supposed to happen this way.
Fini
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, please don't sue me, I'm just a struggling writer who can't make up her own characters.
I remember when it all started. It was when Voldemort killed Dumbledore.
I remember the exact way Voldemort lifted his wand, and the exact way he said those two words.
I remember how Dumbledore's body hit the ground. How Voldemort just laughed his eerie laugh, after it was all done with.
I remember how we retreated. How we were lost without a leader.
That was the first and last battle we lost.
Weeks later, Lucius Malfoy became the Minister of Magic. His first order as Minister was to have all Order members hunted down and thrown in the newly renovated Azkaban Prison.
Azkaban, what a horrible place.
I remember being captured. I remember the look on Voldemort's face, when he told me how he wasn't going to kill me. He told me that I would suffer in Azkaban. Death was too good for me.
Now, here I am, rotting away in a cell in the middle of Azkaban, with those that I loved most.
The first days were living hell. The Dementors, now crossed with an equally horrifying creature, are ten times more powerful. We all had to learn quickly to survive.
Ron, my best friend, was the first to die after he went insane. He would ramble on and on about being saved, I think that was his last thought before he died.
Hermione, whom is still alive, went insane weeks after Ron's death.
Remus, committed suicide than rather be captured. A week before I was caught he went back to the Department of Mysteries, and threw himself behind the same veil Sirius fell through. I hope they are together now.
Everyone on the side of light is either dead or slowly dying.
Things weren't supposed to happen this way.
Fini