Chapter Seven
Sinistra nodded. The manacles confining her suddenly released. She got to her feet, firmly clutching her wand. She walked nervously over to the door. She out-stretched a shaking hand and turned the knob.
"NO!" Sirius, Lupin and Snape shouted, but she suddenly found herself standing in a dark room. But where the door had been was yet again a transparent wall.
She looked cautiously around through the surrounding blackness, trying to will her eyes to adjust to the immense darkness. She heard something moving... She could hear it, approaching at an immensely rapid speed. She suddenly felt two hands tighten around her upper arms and pin her against one of the cold, stonewalls. She saw before her, a bloodthirsty vampire.
It began to lean in closer to her baring its fangs. She tried with all her might to break free but it was too strong. She could hear the other three calling out to her but she couldn't understand them. She suddenly felt the vampire's fangs plunge into her neck. It was a pain like she had never experienced before, almost as if it were draining her of every ounce of strength.
Then, with all the strength she could gather, she raised her legs up and kicked the vampire in the stomach as hard as she could. The vampire was knocked backwards and was trying to regain himself as Sinistra fell to the floor. She reached up a shaky hand and felt two punctures in her neck and the blood running down her neck. She looked up and spotted her wand lying on the floor across the room. She got to her feet and ran for it but the vampire saw her and swooped down on top of her and she fell hard. She tried to reach for her wand but it was too far away.
"I've got to reach it!" She thought to herself. She fought to free herself from underneath the vampire. She quickly got back to her feet and ran for her wand. She clutched it firmly in her hand. She turned to see the vampire swooping down towards her again. It was a face off. The vampire swooped down upon her once again. She couldn't fight it. She was far too weak. She could feel it biting at her. She could hear her robes tearing. She screamed.
She could feel its strength over-powering hers. As she lay underneath it, fighting for her life, she tried to remember what killed vampires, "vampires... crosses... holy water... stakes... Stakes! I need a stake! I could conjure one with my wand... My wand!" In one swift movement, she reached as far as she could, grabbed her wand and drove it straight into the heart of the vampire. It disappeared with a shriek. She got weakly to her feet. She walked back to the door and turned the knob. She pushed it slowly open. Voldemort walked over to her.
"Don't think you'll be so lucky next time." He spat. And in one sift movement, he reached out a hand and grabbed the map out of her robe pocket. She tried to grab it back, but he was too fast. "Well, what do we have here?" He said eyeing the map.
"It's... it's nothing." Sinistra said nervously, glancing at Sirius, Lupin, and Snape.
"Really? Then, why, might I ask, does it so much resemble my castle?" He said venomously. She couldn't think of anything convincing to say.
"Answer me!" He hollered. She was at a loss for words. Lost in rage, he struck her and she fell hard, to the floor. Two guards came over to her. They grabbed her and put her back down in the chair. The manacles immediately tightened around her. She sat with her head down. There was silence for a moment. Then, Voldemort spoke again.