Chapter Eight
He stopped in front of Sirius.
"What about you Black?" The manacles holding Sirius in his chair released. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned the knob and walked inside.
The door snapped shut. Sirus stood in the dark room, firmly holding his wand. He walked cautiously to the center of the room. He stood there for a few seconds. He could hear sounds like movements... He felt the floor beneath him shudder... The entire floor began to shake and crumble. The floor encircling him crumbled and fell into what seemed like an abyss.
He stood transfixed on a round, raised platform of stone. He could hear movement behind him. He turned around apprehensively. Instantly, the platform lit up, and he saw standing in front of him a fully-grown giant holding a large club.
It lunged at him, and he narrowly got out of the way. He pointed his wand at the gigantic mass. The giant raised the club and let it come crashing down onto Sirius, knocking his wand to the edge of the platform. Sirius fell hard to the ground. The intensity of the blow had disoriented him. He got numbly back onto his feet.
The giant charged at him again. Sirius ran and the giant missed him. Sirius tried to reach his wand. The giant grabbed him and threw him. Sirius slid across the platform and narrowly caught the edge. He held on with all his might, trying to climb back onto it. He could hear the others screaming to him from what seemed like a great distance. He swung his leg up onto the platform and clambored back onto it. The giant came charging for him, club raised but Sirius dodged him once more and reached his wand. He snatched it up off the ground and pointed it at the huge creature.
"STUPEFY!" He yelled. The spell hit the giant and he stumbled back. Sirius took a few steps closer.
"STUPEFY!" He yelled again, knocking the giant quite close to the edge of the platform. He stepped closer toward the giant.
"STUPEFY!" He hollered one last time. The giant stumbled to the edge and lost balance. It fell over the edge and plummeted down into the great darkness. The floor around Sirius began to quake. It an instant, the floor had been completely restored. He slowly walked back to the door.
He turned the knob and stepped into the room. Voldemort looked as if he was about to blow something up. He then walked, a bit arrogantly, back to his chair and sat back down between Sinistra and Lupin.
"That was nothing." He said to them. At hearing this remark, Voldemort became infuriated. He walked dangerously up to Sirius.
"What was that, Black?" He asked, barely more than a whisper.
"I said that was almost easy." Sirius replied, staring defiantly at him.
"I see. Well then, I guess I'll just have to make things more difficult for poor Remus." Voldemort said with a sneer as he turned towards Lupin whose face had gone very pale.
The manacles holding him down fell away and he got nervously to his feet...
A/N: Thought it might be proper for either Sinistra or I to drop a line about our story; thanks for all the reviews, please keep them coming. We're working on the next bits, but we are quite busy, so please be patient. We'll do our best for you all. Anyways, in a review, someone mentioned the effects of torture on the subjects; as Sinistra and I intended, Voldemort's torture of all of them was to be the length of one day. After the next 2 tasks, (myself and Severus's) emotional, physical and psychological effects will be described, and many more things will be revealed. And so the plot grows thicker...
Prof. Remus J. Lupin-