Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all J.K.'s brilliantness.
In DarknessThere was no way out.
She was locked in a cold, dark dungeon somewhere on the planet earth. There was no light at all, and she was sitting in a corner, leaning to the wall, staring into space. She couldn't see a thing, but she was quite comfortable in the darkness.
As long as she was alone.
She wasn't afraid, she had been at first, but then she had started to enjoy the silence and darkness around her, and stopped thinking about where she was and what was going to happen to her.
She had stopped worrying.
They had never brought her food yet, but she had not needed any.
She knew that any moment the door could open and her peace could be destroyed. She had known that for ... days? ... weeks? She neither knew nor cared.
All that mattered to her was that, for this moment, she was alone, by herself, only her mind in her body, without any outside distractions. She couldn't care for her usual busy life and the many people in it, for once she was in peace.
Maybe for the last time before her death.
She didn't know.
She just drifted away, softly, slowly, got lost in her mind.
And then, suddenly, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, she heard a noise.
It was a quiet noise, almost inaudible, but nevertheless it seemed like the loudest noise she had ever heard.
The next moment something at the door, the door opened, a ray of light appeared and grew and a figure fell in and remained on the floor. The door was closed and she heard the lock shut.
Darkness again.
She didn't move or say anything.
She didn't hear anything.
She started to wonder if she was still alone. Maybe she had dreamed this.
She had to know, the uncertainty was lingering in the silence.
She whispered, "Hello?"
After a moment came the answer, "Yes?"
It was a high male voice, but, strangely, it didn't disturb the peaceful silence.
It was part of it.
"Who are you?", she asked.
"Does it matter?", was the reply she got.
"You're not a Death Eater, are you?"
"No."
"Who are you, then?"
He repeated, "Does it matter?"
She thought about this. "Not in here."
They stopped talking.
Seconds, minutes or days later he asked, "Who are you?"
"Nymphadora Tonks.", she answered. "I prefer being called by my surname."
"Why? Nymphadora is a beautiful name."
"I don't like it."
"And you like Tonks?"
"Well, it could be better, but at least it's not as bad as Tonks."
"And what name would you be called if you could be called any name you wanted to?"
She had never thought about this before.
"I don't know."
"You will know."
"When?"
"I don't know."
Again, none of them talked.
They just sat together in the darkness.This sounds kind of strange, I know, but it's just the beginning. I don't know what possessed me to write this. The next chapters will be less... well, strange. And hopefully longer.
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