Last words.
A small tinkling noise pounded into Harry's ears like a drum being beaten right next to him. Harry knew they were here, but they didn't know that he was here. Quickening his pace he silently moved down the dark corridor avoiding the deep pools that he could so easily fall into and give his position away.
'Damn' Harry thought to himself bitterly, as he started to shake from the freezing water that had now saturated his entire robe. The struggle continued for Harry to keep his legs moving and to not make a sound. He knew who was behind him and what they wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to them that easily. The heavy gold chain that hung round his neck held a small, glass ball. Inside it swirled a mist all the colours of the rainbow but showed nothing in the middle. He didn't know why it was so special or why they wanted it, but he knew that if they wanted it then no good could come from giving it to them. His feet were now numb to add to his misfortune and he occasionally heard the tinkling or water being splashed without the sound makers intention. Thoughts swirled through Harry's head like the mist swirling in the globe. Where am I going? What should I do with the globe? Harry's heart sunk as, once again, he found that the next exit was blocked too. Suddenly a warm, glowing feeling spread through his whole body, warming him from head to toe. The small globe blazed with an extraordinarily bright light that pushed the darkness into the corners and filled the whole tunnel and Harry's with light. Amazed by the light and the deep feeling that had so suddenly come Harry was frozen in wonder, not realising that someone was right next to him staring at the globe with the same astonished expression.
The light was slowly fading away, as was Harry's submersion in the light. As it disappeared Harry started to come to his senses, suddenly realising that deep, haggard breathing coming from next to his shoulder. A panicking feeling started to rise in his strong chest as he realised that the globe was in Lord Voldemort's grasp. The man could so easily take it off him and then he would be lost. Quickly he moved his hand down from before him and then started to reach inside his robes where his wand was hidden thinking about how he was going to escape.
'I need to get my wand'
The man knew this of course, that little boy expected him not to know that the wonder of the light that had shined had worn off him too. The man grasped his own wand and poked Harry in the back
'Don't even think about it boy.' he growled 'come on now, move it.'
Harry recognised the harsh voice, he had heard it before but knowing who he was, wasn't his main problem at the moment. Harry dug his hand further into his cloak, searching desperately for his wand. Harry felt a sharp pain hit his back and he stumbled.
' I said don't think about it, now hand your wand over, Quickly.' He said with another jab of his wand, sending sparks into Harry's back.
'alright, alright, here you go,'
Harry muttered, determined not to show the Death Eater his fear boiling up inside him. Harry took out his wand and turned round to stun the man when the globe started to flash red. The colour was so bright, a sweet voice whispered to him telling him not to look. Harry looked away, but the man had been so intent at looking at it, his eyes started to burn red and the man screamed in pain as his eyes slowly melted away. The light stopped but the man who had removed his mask was withering in pain against a wall, his wand floated disregarded in the water as he scratched at his empty eye sockets, trying to stop the pain. Harry stared at the man with terror, the sight made his guts contract inside of him. Harry stooped to the Death-eaters mask so that he could cover it when he realised who the man was...it was Lucius Malfoy. Harry felt like vomiting his stomach out as he looked into the disfigured face that had been such a reason for panic, but for a totally different reason. Now he was panicking because of the disgusting sight that lay before him and the screams that shook the whole of the corridor attracting more attention to the fact that Harry Potter was here and he had Voldemorts globe.
'Shut up'
Harry kicked out at the man to make him be quiet before all the other Death- eaters decided to join them. Harry didn't know what to do, should he risk going back up the steps? Or should he take the chance that the corridor will lead him to another escape instead of a dead end? Harry threw the mask over Malfoy's face and then gave him a final kick before starting to run as fast as he could through the murky water which came up to his shins and continued to soak Harry right through to his underwear. The water was as cold as ice . As he ran on it became more and more hard for Harry to wade through the water and the continuous sounds led Harry to believe that he wasn't going anywhere.
'Not again' Harry choked as he passed yet another blocked exit 'there has got to be a way out'. Talking to himself was a way that Harry assured himself that he was not going mad or deaf. 'Fucking Malfoy' He growled 'this is all your fault, I wouldn't be down here if you hadn't been in the way, would I? Always have to be involved and you had to find me so that you may have been spared when Voldemort found out that you had double crossed him, that all of you 'Loyal' Death-eaters had double crossed him to apparently try and help him.' Harry spat angrily and started to walk again. It was getting darker, Harry was sure of it
'Lumos'
Harry's wand lit the corridor a few feet in front of him, they probably already knew that he was here so what had he got to loose? Harry carried on walking and walking until finally he could not move anymore. Harry tried to think of that spell that Hermione always used in the winter to melt the snow... 'Think, Harry, think!' Harry's head was pounding. Even the slightest movement of his head caused immediate pain and then Harry had to sit down again. Shivering Harry started walking again despite the pain that occurred when he did move. His head was spinning so badly Harry placed his head in his hands to stop it from shaking. Harry tried to think about what was happening to him but the more he thought the more his head seemed to shake. 'Why is this happening to me?' Harry knelt down in the water and took a deep breath. He quickly splashed his face into the water and, feeling that it helped, submerged his head totally in the water. Harry fought to let out a cry as he was pulled head first into the water and was then travelling down at a record speed down pipes until he tumbled out a minute later onto the shore of the lake, outside of Hogwarts.
A small tinkling noise pounded into Harry's ears like a drum being beaten right next to him. Harry knew they were here, but they didn't know that he was here. Quickening his pace he silently moved down the dark corridor avoiding the deep pools that he could so easily fall into and give his position away.
'Damn' Harry thought to himself bitterly, as he started to shake from the freezing water that had now saturated his entire robe. The struggle continued for Harry to keep his legs moving and to not make a sound. He knew who was behind him and what they wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to them that easily. The heavy gold chain that hung round his neck held a small, glass ball. Inside it swirled a mist all the colours of the rainbow but showed nothing in the middle. He didn't know why it was so special or why they wanted it, but he knew that if they wanted it then no good could come from giving it to them. His feet were now numb to add to his misfortune and he occasionally heard the tinkling or water being splashed without the sound makers intention. Thoughts swirled through Harry's head like the mist swirling in the globe. Where am I going? What should I do with the globe? Harry's heart sunk as, once again, he found that the next exit was blocked too. Suddenly a warm, glowing feeling spread through his whole body, warming him from head to toe. The small globe blazed with an extraordinarily bright light that pushed the darkness into the corners and filled the whole tunnel and Harry's with light. Amazed by the light and the deep feeling that had so suddenly come Harry was frozen in wonder, not realising that someone was right next to him staring at the globe with the same astonished expression.
The light was slowly fading away, as was Harry's submersion in the light. As it disappeared Harry started to come to his senses, suddenly realising that deep, haggard breathing coming from next to his shoulder. A panicking feeling started to rise in his strong chest as he realised that the globe was in Lord Voldemort's grasp. The man could so easily take it off him and then he would be lost. Quickly he moved his hand down from before him and then started to reach inside his robes where his wand was hidden thinking about how he was going to escape.
'I need to get my wand'
The man knew this of course, that little boy expected him not to know that the wonder of the light that had shined had worn off him too. The man grasped his own wand and poked Harry in the back
'Don't even think about it boy.' he growled 'come on now, move it.'
Harry recognised the harsh voice, he had heard it before but knowing who he was, wasn't his main problem at the moment. Harry dug his hand further into his cloak, searching desperately for his wand. Harry felt a sharp pain hit his back and he stumbled.
' I said don't think about it, now hand your wand over, Quickly.' He said with another jab of his wand, sending sparks into Harry's back.
'alright, alright, here you go,'
Harry muttered, determined not to show the Death Eater his fear boiling up inside him. Harry took out his wand and turned round to stun the man when the globe started to flash red. The colour was so bright, a sweet voice whispered to him telling him not to look. Harry looked away, but the man had been so intent at looking at it, his eyes started to burn red and the man screamed in pain as his eyes slowly melted away. The light stopped but the man who had removed his mask was withering in pain against a wall, his wand floated disregarded in the water as he scratched at his empty eye sockets, trying to stop the pain. Harry stared at the man with terror, the sight made his guts contract inside of him. Harry stooped to the Death-eaters mask so that he could cover it when he realised who the man was...it was Lucius Malfoy. Harry felt like vomiting his stomach out as he looked into the disfigured face that had been such a reason for panic, but for a totally different reason. Now he was panicking because of the disgusting sight that lay before him and the screams that shook the whole of the corridor attracting more attention to the fact that Harry Potter was here and he had Voldemorts globe.
'Shut up'
Harry kicked out at the man to make him be quiet before all the other Death- eaters decided to join them. Harry didn't know what to do, should he risk going back up the steps? Or should he take the chance that the corridor will lead him to another escape instead of a dead end? Harry threw the mask over Malfoy's face and then gave him a final kick before starting to run as fast as he could through the murky water which came up to his shins and continued to soak Harry right through to his underwear. The water was as cold as ice . As he ran on it became more and more hard for Harry to wade through the water and the continuous sounds led Harry to believe that he wasn't going anywhere.
'Not again' Harry choked as he passed yet another blocked exit 'there has got to be a way out'. Talking to himself was a way that Harry assured himself that he was not going mad or deaf. 'Fucking Malfoy' He growled 'this is all your fault, I wouldn't be down here if you hadn't been in the way, would I? Always have to be involved and you had to find me so that you may have been spared when Voldemort found out that you had double crossed him, that all of you 'Loyal' Death-eaters had double crossed him to apparently try and help him.' Harry spat angrily and started to walk again. It was getting darker, Harry was sure of it
'Lumos'
Harry's wand lit the corridor a few feet in front of him, they probably already knew that he was here so what had he got to loose? Harry carried on walking and walking until finally he could not move anymore. Harry tried to think of that spell that Hermione always used in the winter to melt the snow... 'Think, Harry, think!' Harry's head was pounding. Even the slightest movement of his head caused immediate pain and then Harry had to sit down again. Shivering Harry started walking again despite the pain that occurred when he did move. His head was spinning so badly Harry placed his head in his hands to stop it from shaking. Harry tried to think about what was happening to him but the more he thought the more his head seemed to shake. 'Why is this happening to me?' Harry knelt down in the water and took a deep breath. He quickly splashed his face into the water and, feeling that it helped, submerged his head totally in the water. Harry fought to let out a cry as he was pulled head first into the water and was then travelling down at a record speed down pipes until he tumbled out a minute later onto the shore of the lake, outside of Hogwarts.