Midnight Torture
Chapter 2
Memories, Dreams, and Reality
Summary: If I give a summary than I'll ruin it!
Disclaimer: HP=J. K. R.'s
Author's Note: I finished this chapter, only to realize I'd lost the first, like, two pages. Grrr!! Well, I'll do my best to remember what I wrote and rewrite it. Also, next week I'm going to be off in West Virginia w/out a computer, so I can't post anymore chapters for a while. That's why I'm posting a couple of chapters now. When I get back though there needs to be at least three reviews for each chapter I've posted before I do another one.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" yelled Sirius as he dodged a jet of red light from Bellatrix's wand.
Harry watched in horror from the top of the stairs in the circular stone room at his godfather, dueling on the stone dais, and as Bellatrix's second jet of red light hit Sirius squarely in the chest.
The laughter had not had time to die from his sunken, once handsome face, but his eyes widened in surprise.
It seemed like a slow motion movie as Harry ran down the stairs, skipping every other one; watching his godfather, the nearest thing he'd ever had to a real father, fall in a graceful arc, until he disappeared behind the curtain that hung in the stone archway.
"Sirius!" Harry yelled when he didn't come out the other side. He would pull him back out, he'd just gone through. "Sirius!" Harry yelled as he sprinted down the rest of the stairs and towards the stone dais. Before Harry could reach the dais Lupin grabbed him round the middle and held him back.
"There's nothing you can do...he's gone Harry...he's gone," said Lupin, his voice cracking slightly. Harry struggled against Lupin. Lupin saw Sirius go through the curtain! He was just on the other side! Why was Lupin being so stupid?
"He's not gone!" Harry yelled, struggling viciously to release himself from Lupin's grasp. "Sirius!"
"He won't come back Harry...he won't come back...because he's d-"
"He is not dead! He's not dead! He's not dead!" Harry yelled over and over, and then, suddenly, the atmosphere changed. The stone dais was no where to be seen, nor was Lupin or the stone room. Instead he was in the only too familiar graveyard, but he wasn't being tortured. He was walking among the gravestones, and Wormtail was walking on his right, but slightly behind him.
"Wh-when will we do it, m-master?" Wormtail stammered, casting a sidelong glance at Harry.
When Harry spoke, it wasn't his own voice; but instead his voice was cold, and menacing...and murderous. A voice he had heard so many times before.
"Tonight," Harry said. "Tonight."
"Tonight, tonight, tonight," it echoed over and over in Harry's head. He was no longer in the graveyard, but instead he was in a pure white room with no doors and no windows, just white. Harry couldn't tell where the room ended, it was just all white. He ran towards the wall, to find a way out, but he never got there.
"Tonight...tonight...tonight..." it was getting louder and building up in his head, and while the noise built pain was building in his head. He fell down and clapped his hands to his forehead. He couldn't see the pain was so great. Make it stop...just make it all end...
The pain began to dissipate, and when Harry pulled his hands away from his face he wasn't in the stone room, or the graveyard, or the white room. He was in his bed at number four Privet Drive.
It was just a dream...
Author's End Note: I hope you liked it! It was a short one. I also decided to hold off the big moment until next chapter, which is already written I just need to type. I promise, it'll be in the next one.
Courtney Please review
Chapter 2
Memories, Dreams, and Reality
Summary: If I give a summary than I'll ruin it!
Disclaimer: HP=J. K. R.'s
Author's Note: I finished this chapter, only to realize I'd lost the first, like, two pages. Grrr!! Well, I'll do my best to remember what I wrote and rewrite it. Also, next week I'm going to be off in West Virginia w/out a computer, so I can't post anymore chapters for a while. That's why I'm posting a couple of chapters now. When I get back though there needs to be at least three reviews for each chapter I've posted before I do another one.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" yelled Sirius as he dodged a jet of red light from Bellatrix's wand.
Harry watched in horror from the top of the stairs in the circular stone room at his godfather, dueling on the stone dais, and as Bellatrix's second jet of red light hit Sirius squarely in the chest.
The laughter had not had time to die from his sunken, once handsome face, but his eyes widened in surprise.
It seemed like a slow motion movie as Harry ran down the stairs, skipping every other one; watching his godfather, the nearest thing he'd ever had to a real father, fall in a graceful arc, until he disappeared behind the curtain that hung in the stone archway.
"Sirius!" Harry yelled when he didn't come out the other side. He would pull him back out, he'd just gone through. "Sirius!" Harry yelled as he sprinted down the rest of the stairs and towards the stone dais. Before Harry could reach the dais Lupin grabbed him round the middle and held him back.
"There's nothing you can do...he's gone Harry...he's gone," said Lupin, his voice cracking slightly. Harry struggled against Lupin. Lupin saw Sirius go through the curtain! He was just on the other side! Why was Lupin being so stupid?
"He's not gone!" Harry yelled, struggling viciously to release himself from Lupin's grasp. "Sirius!"
"He won't come back Harry...he won't come back...because he's d-"
"He is not dead! He's not dead! He's not dead!" Harry yelled over and over, and then, suddenly, the atmosphere changed. The stone dais was no where to be seen, nor was Lupin or the stone room. Instead he was in the only too familiar graveyard, but he wasn't being tortured. He was walking among the gravestones, and Wormtail was walking on his right, but slightly behind him.
"Wh-when will we do it, m-master?" Wormtail stammered, casting a sidelong glance at Harry.
When Harry spoke, it wasn't his own voice; but instead his voice was cold, and menacing...and murderous. A voice he had heard so many times before.
"Tonight," Harry said. "Tonight."
"Tonight, tonight, tonight," it echoed over and over in Harry's head. He was no longer in the graveyard, but instead he was in a pure white room with no doors and no windows, just white. Harry couldn't tell where the room ended, it was just all white. He ran towards the wall, to find a way out, but he never got there.
"Tonight...tonight...tonight..." it was getting louder and building up in his head, and while the noise built pain was building in his head. He fell down and clapped his hands to his forehead. He couldn't see the pain was so great. Make it stop...just make it all end...
The pain began to dissipate, and when Harry pulled his hands away from his face he wasn't in the stone room, or the graveyard, or the white room. He was in his bed at number four Privet Drive.
It was just a dream...
Author's End Note: I hope you liked it! It was a short one. I also decided to hold off the big moment until next chapter, which is already written I just need to type. I promise, it'll be in the next one.
Courtney Please review