A roll of purple wind circulated around the castle while the lightening
blasted and the thunder screamed its familiar shrill cry. The rain grew
heavier and thicker as it fell from the stars, creating immense pools of
red liquid in the healthy grass and harsh pavement. If you didn't catch a
glance out the window while a light was on, you wouldn't notice the
weather's behavior. Or so you would think...
Brooke whipped her nose across a soft tissue and trailed the sleeve of her sweatshirt under her eyes to rid of the runny eyeliner. She had returned from the long talk with Harry by the lake and the only thing overpowering her to re-live his sharp, penetrating eyes, was a long sleep.
She threw the tissue into her trash bin and fell onto her large, firm mattress.
The night came upon her like her Grandmother's warm knitted blanket and a soft song whispered only for her ears. Not even five minutes passed her by when a knock at the door shook her senses and woke her up with a startle.
"Brooke, open the door. We've got to get going right now."
It was a male voice. Brooke stood up, tossed her heavy Gray robes over her shoulders, and went to the door. There stood Draco Malfoy in his clean cut, flawless glory. Brooke's spirits dropped as soon as she met eyes with her sister standing next to Draco. Pansy had identical robes on as Draco only hers had a piece of white string hanging at the bottom, unknown to her.
"Where are we going?" Brooke asked, although she could have guessed. She thought all this was just going to blow over because of the time lapse after she received the letter. Guess she was wrong.
"My father owled me, telling me to bring both of you to a manor just outside Hogwarts. He said it was time." Draco pressed his lips together in what looked like to stop from vomiting.
Brooke only bit her lip and nodded. She went back to her room and changed into black robes like the other two and left out the door.
The walk to the gates of Hogwarts was shorter than Brooke would have liked. They didn't talk or even mumble a sound except for when they opened the entrance hall doors. The storm outside was enough to blow a sack of flower into the forest.
"Oh Merlin!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Wonderful." Draco stated sarcastically.
"Fuck!" Brooke moaned while pulling her hood over her head. The others followed in this action and started their way to the end of the Hogwarts grounds.
The rain smacked onto their hoods and shoulders like a pebble shot from a gun. They half expected the heavy rain to make holes in the fabric. The winds shot into their eyes causing them to water and eventually close their lids in protection.
On they walked through the night. You would think the weather caused them to fret, but they were more worried about what would be occurring after they had left the rain and were in the shelter of some old manor. That is why their walk seemed so short.
Eventually, they found their portkey some yards away from the gate. It was a plastic shopping bag, which they all held, that took them out of nature's grasp and into a foggy room with a fire lit and a dozen people in masks and long dark robes.
Shivering, the three dropped the plastic, water-heavy bag and began to look at their surroundings. The room was lit with an orange glow emitted from the large fire and some torches on the walls. There were pictures across the room, though no one was in the right mood to admire them. The floor was of dark wood with a maroon rug thrown across it, which looked new.
The other twelve Death Eaters wore their masks and whether you could see their eyes or not, you could tell they were all pointed at Brooke, Draco, and Pansy.
"Ah, you have arrived." The voice said. It was a horrible sound, like he was screaming in your ears but at the same time he was only whispering. 'Perhaps if death had a voice that's what it would sound like?' Brooke thought.
The teenagers nodded in unison to the voice coming from a shadow in the corner. Wouldn't it be a relief to see the face of the man who has murdered thousands of muggles? Of the mad who had frightening the wizarding world so much they didn't speak his name. The answer was obviously no.
"We may start then." The voice said.
"Yes my lord, we may start." Said one of the Death Eaters. Brooke knew it was Lucius Malfoy, she could detect that sexy drawl anywhere. "The three of you, into the middle."
They nodded again and stood in the middle of the circle of black robes and ghostly masks. Pansy's hands were shaking slightly, Draco breathed heavily, and Brooke bit her bottom lip.
"We will be testing your vitality, feebleness, vigor, and strength. To do this, you will be cursing each other until there is a winner. No use of unforgivables or disarming spells, we want this to last long." Said an unrecognizable voice. "When you've had you can take, you may join us in the circle and await your punishment for being so weak. The winner will be awarded immensely."
"Take your stance." Another Death Eater ordered; a female voice. The three walked so that they formed a triangle and raised their wands above their heads. "Begin!" She screamed.
"STUPEFY!" Draco and Brooke shouted while pointing their wands at Pansy. Apparently, they both thought she was the weakest. Pansy tried to move out of the way but was too slow. The green light hit her in the stomach and she fell backwards, although she wasn't unconscious.
Okay, this chapter is NOT DONE. I repeat, this chapter is NOT YET FINNISHED! I know how looonnnngggg it took me to write this and I'm so sorry for those of you who have been waiting. I will try very hard to finish it. Also, I started another story. A Draco/Harry one. If you don't like gayness then don't read it. If you do, then I'm telling you it's much better than this story. Please try to read it. Thanks again and I'll update soon, Chelsea
Brooke whipped her nose across a soft tissue and trailed the sleeve of her sweatshirt under her eyes to rid of the runny eyeliner. She had returned from the long talk with Harry by the lake and the only thing overpowering her to re-live his sharp, penetrating eyes, was a long sleep.
She threw the tissue into her trash bin and fell onto her large, firm mattress.
The night came upon her like her Grandmother's warm knitted blanket and a soft song whispered only for her ears. Not even five minutes passed her by when a knock at the door shook her senses and woke her up with a startle.
"Brooke, open the door. We've got to get going right now."
It was a male voice. Brooke stood up, tossed her heavy Gray robes over her shoulders, and went to the door. There stood Draco Malfoy in his clean cut, flawless glory. Brooke's spirits dropped as soon as she met eyes with her sister standing next to Draco. Pansy had identical robes on as Draco only hers had a piece of white string hanging at the bottom, unknown to her.
"Where are we going?" Brooke asked, although she could have guessed. She thought all this was just going to blow over because of the time lapse after she received the letter. Guess she was wrong.
"My father owled me, telling me to bring both of you to a manor just outside Hogwarts. He said it was time." Draco pressed his lips together in what looked like to stop from vomiting.
Brooke only bit her lip and nodded. She went back to her room and changed into black robes like the other two and left out the door.
The walk to the gates of Hogwarts was shorter than Brooke would have liked. They didn't talk or even mumble a sound except for when they opened the entrance hall doors. The storm outside was enough to blow a sack of flower into the forest.
"Oh Merlin!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Wonderful." Draco stated sarcastically.
"Fuck!" Brooke moaned while pulling her hood over her head. The others followed in this action and started their way to the end of the Hogwarts grounds.
The rain smacked onto their hoods and shoulders like a pebble shot from a gun. They half expected the heavy rain to make holes in the fabric. The winds shot into their eyes causing them to water and eventually close their lids in protection.
On they walked through the night. You would think the weather caused them to fret, but they were more worried about what would be occurring after they had left the rain and were in the shelter of some old manor. That is why their walk seemed so short.
Eventually, they found their portkey some yards away from the gate. It was a plastic shopping bag, which they all held, that took them out of nature's grasp and into a foggy room with a fire lit and a dozen people in masks and long dark robes.
Shivering, the three dropped the plastic, water-heavy bag and began to look at their surroundings. The room was lit with an orange glow emitted from the large fire and some torches on the walls. There were pictures across the room, though no one was in the right mood to admire them. The floor was of dark wood with a maroon rug thrown across it, which looked new.
The other twelve Death Eaters wore their masks and whether you could see their eyes or not, you could tell they were all pointed at Brooke, Draco, and Pansy.
"Ah, you have arrived." The voice said. It was a horrible sound, like he was screaming in your ears but at the same time he was only whispering. 'Perhaps if death had a voice that's what it would sound like?' Brooke thought.
The teenagers nodded in unison to the voice coming from a shadow in the corner. Wouldn't it be a relief to see the face of the man who has murdered thousands of muggles? Of the mad who had frightening the wizarding world so much they didn't speak his name. The answer was obviously no.
"We may start then." The voice said.
"Yes my lord, we may start." Said one of the Death Eaters. Brooke knew it was Lucius Malfoy, she could detect that sexy drawl anywhere. "The three of you, into the middle."
They nodded again and stood in the middle of the circle of black robes and ghostly masks. Pansy's hands were shaking slightly, Draco breathed heavily, and Brooke bit her bottom lip.
"We will be testing your vitality, feebleness, vigor, and strength. To do this, you will be cursing each other until there is a winner. No use of unforgivables or disarming spells, we want this to last long." Said an unrecognizable voice. "When you've had you can take, you may join us in the circle and await your punishment for being so weak. The winner will be awarded immensely."
"Take your stance." Another Death Eater ordered; a female voice. The three walked so that they formed a triangle and raised their wands above their heads. "Begin!" She screamed.
"STUPEFY!" Draco and Brooke shouted while pointing their wands at Pansy. Apparently, they both thought she was the weakest. Pansy tried to move out of the way but was too slow. The green light hit her in the stomach and she fell backwards, although she wasn't unconscious.
Okay, this chapter is NOT DONE. I repeat, this chapter is NOT YET FINNISHED! I know how looonnnngggg it took me to write this and I'm so sorry for those of you who have been waiting. I will try very hard to finish it. Also, I started another story. A Draco/Harry one. If you don't like gayness then don't read it. If you do, then I'm telling you it's much better than this story. Please try to read it. Thanks again and I'll update soon, Chelsea