Chapter 3
Thank God he had found them. This wasn't much of a refuge, but it was all he, no they had. He remembered running crazily through London, looking at the horror around him. He remembered thinking that the bombings that had haunted the city after the second World War was nothing compared to this. Those bombs didn't kill muggles by the millions. Those bombs didn't leave the people who had been hit in terribly agony before they died. Those bombs didn't leave the houses untouched so that raiders of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named could rummage through the houses, taking what they fancied. Those bombs weren't the sound of inevitability washing over not just Britain, but the world. Thank God he had run into them outside the subway, thank God he was still alive. He was lucky.
He looked up and gave a lopsided grin. There were still two shares of food left. He grabbed his piece of chicken and sat back in his corner to watch the people who shared his prison.
The twins were asleep, no doubt about that. Only in sleep did they let their guard down, and only in sleep could one see through their smiles to the darkness that infested everyone there.
The girl too was asleep. She would have to; changing forms was exhausting. She used to sleep as a dog, but now even to change to find food was almost too much to bear.
The other red head was nodding off, but he wasn't fully asleep. His guard was still up, and his eyes kept darting from the door to the ceiling to the other figures huddled in different corners.
Then there was the boy. The boy had abandoned the newspaper, and sleep had claimed him too. But his guard was up, and his entire body was tensed and ready for the minutest sound that would have him on his feet. His guard was always up. He was always ready for the thing that everyone knew would inevitably come. He hadn't eaten, and hadn't eaten for days.
The newspaper just lay there on the filthy floor, and with a reach of a dark arm, he grabbed it. It was pretty recent, only four days old. The red head watched him as he picked up the paper, then went back to watching the door and the other figures.
Rita Skeeter's Scoop
The day of absolute power is just within the reach of the powerful Lord Voldemort as his final efforts against the mudblood-lovers and rebels continue. Last Wednesday, the last hurdle was jumped as the infamous Harry Potter was caught while hiding in terror from our beloved Lord. The Boy Who Lived lives no more. As Potter stood before the row of our Lord's Hit Wizards, he remarked, "You'll get yours, bastards! I'll come back! You can't stop me forever!" These last words of his show how far beyond sanity he had become, and after several mad attempts to storm through the lines of wizards, and they were forced to fire. Draco Malfoy, a close friend of Potter's before Potter started going mad, commented, "He was always a bit off. I was friends with him originally because of pity, but as I came to know him, I valued him as a friend. Unfortunately, that didn't last long. He started to have disturbing 'visions,' seeing dead people, and becoming extremely paranoid. When I tried to help him, he pushed me away. Sadly, I'm not surprised it ended this way. I just wish it wouldn't have. I can understand though. The state Harry was in was so far beyond sanity that it [his demise] could not have been prevented."
As the battle continues, Lord Voldemort's forces grow stronger as the rebel's grow weaker. There is little left of the pathetic rebel's attempts against the new shift in power. It will not be long now until Lord Voldemort's ideal power control is reached.
While most of the rebel forces have died away in the face of the Ultimate Dark Arts Master, a scarce few remain. The three youngest mudblood-loving brothers of the Weasley family are still at large. Ronald Weasley, a close friend of The Boy Who No Longer Lives, and Fred and George Weasley, the original owners of the now extinct prankshop chain Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They shouldn't be able to hide much longer. Their flaming red hair and impossibly large amount of freckles will make them easy targets for our Lord's Hit Wizards.
In an update from last week's article, Hermione Granger, the mudblood girlfriend of The Boy Who No Longer Lives, has recently been caught in China while attempting a futile escape to India where a last, decaying muggle refugee was located. Also caught was Luna Lovegood, a mad witch who was found in Sweden searching for what she called "Shnorkleworms." Although she was possibly capable of rage-filled outbursts, she has now been well contained and stored away in her well-deserved destination of Azkaban. Sibyll Trelawney, another fleer of Lord Voldemort's ever-numerous forces, was captured and is now gladly working as Lord Voldemort's personal seer.
Through these troubling times, there is a dark light at the end of the tunnel however. Can one really trust previous alliances based on dealings with madmen like Harry Potter? Turn instead to our Lord, who is security in these troubled times.
-Rita Skeeter
The boy gave a chuckle as he finished it, then started to read it aloud. By the time he had finished, everyone was awake, except the dog and the dark-haired boy.
"Bloody hell!" yelled one of the twins.
"Of all the things.... I'd like to strangle that little bitch!" cried the other.
"I'd do far worse, that's so typical of Rita!"
"Someone who always picks the winning side... Dammit!"
"Calm down. It doesn't do any good to get upset..." the red head mumbled, half to himself.
Still the boy who had just put down the paper was surprised. Everyone had changed. The twin's weren't listening, they were arguing over death threats in low, cracked voices.
"Ties some concrete to her shoes."
"No, slip her some cyanide." They both laughed morbidly.
"Please stop..." the girl mumbled sleepily.
Then screamed as the floor pitched and threw everyone four feet into the air before crashing down again.
"The roof's collapsing, get out now! Now!"
The lantern fell over by a falling piece of wall and the room was filled in complete darkness. Someone screamed again as a wall to the bathroom collapsed, leaving them in their tomb.
^
Sorry it took so long, but its here! Tell me how you like it!
I'm dedicating this chapter to SparklyCherry and Hope12, who have me on their favorite authors list. Thank you!
Can anyone help me with getting italics and bold in? I don't know how, and I'd really appreciate it if someone could help me out. I'll dedicate the next chapter to however helps me.
Any guesses who the sixth person is? I dropped some hints about who they are, and kudos to anyone who guesses right!
Sorry if anyone was confused. If it was confusing because I didn't say names, just review and tell me. I'll see what I can do.
Review, Review, REVIEW!!
Thank God he had found them. This wasn't much of a refuge, but it was all he, no they had. He remembered running crazily through London, looking at the horror around him. He remembered thinking that the bombings that had haunted the city after the second World War was nothing compared to this. Those bombs didn't kill muggles by the millions. Those bombs didn't leave the people who had been hit in terribly agony before they died. Those bombs didn't leave the houses untouched so that raiders of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named could rummage through the houses, taking what they fancied. Those bombs weren't the sound of inevitability washing over not just Britain, but the world. Thank God he had run into them outside the subway, thank God he was still alive. He was lucky.
He looked up and gave a lopsided grin. There were still two shares of food left. He grabbed his piece of chicken and sat back in his corner to watch the people who shared his prison.
The twins were asleep, no doubt about that. Only in sleep did they let their guard down, and only in sleep could one see through their smiles to the darkness that infested everyone there.
The girl too was asleep. She would have to; changing forms was exhausting. She used to sleep as a dog, but now even to change to find food was almost too much to bear.
The other red head was nodding off, but he wasn't fully asleep. His guard was still up, and his eyes kept darting from the door to the ceiling to the other figures huddled in different corners.
Then there was the boy. The boy had abandoned the newspaper, and sleep had claimed him too. But his guard was up, and his entire body was tensed and ready for the minutest sound that would have him on his feet. His guard was always up. He was always ready for the thing that everyone knew would inevitably come. He hadn't eaten, and hadn't eaten for days.
The newspaper just lay there on the filthy floor, and with a reach of a dark arm, he grabbed it. It was pretty recent, only four days old. The red head watched him as he picked up the paper, then went back to watching the door and the other figures.
Rita Skeeter's Scoop
The day of absolute power is just within the reach of the powerful Lord Voldemort as his final efforts against the mudblood-lovers and rebels continue. Last Wednesday, the last hurdle was jumped as the infamous Harry Potter was caught while hiding in terror from our beloved Lord. The Boy Who Lived lives no more. As Potter stood before the row of our Lord's Hit Wizards, he remarked, "You'll get yours, bastards! I'll come back! You can't stop me forever!" These last words of his show how far beyond sanity he had become, and after several mad attempts to storm through the lines of wizards, and they were forced to fire. Draco Malfoy, a close friend of Potter's before Potter started going mad, commented, "He was always a bit off. I was friends with him originally because of pity, but as I came to know him, I valued him as a friend. Unfortunately, that didn't last long. He started to have disturbing 'visions,' seeing dead people, and becoming extremely paranoid. When I tried to help him, he pushed me away. Sadly, I'm not surprised it ended this way. I just wish it wouldn't have. I can understand though. The state Harry was in was so far beyond sanity that it [his demise] could not have been prevented."
As the battle continues, Lord Voldemort's forces grow stronger as the rebel's grow weaker. There is little left of the pathetic rebel's attempts against the new shift in power. It will not be long now until Lord Voldemort's ideal power control is reached.
While most of the rebel forces have died away in the face of the Ultimate Dark Arts Master, a scarce few remain. The three youngest mudblood-loving brothers of the Weasley family are still at large. Ronald Weasley, a close friend of The Boy Who No Longer Lives, and Fred and George Weasley, the original owners of the now extinct prankshop chain Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They shouldn't be able to hide much longer. Their flaming red hair and impossibly large amount of freckles will make them easy targets for our Lord's Hit Wizards.
In an update from last week's article, Hermione Granger, the mudblood girlfriend of The Boy Who No Longer Lives, has recently been caught in China while attempting a futile escape to India where a last, decaying muggle refugee was located. Also caught was Luna Lovegood, a mad witch who was found in Sweden searching for what she called "Shnorkleworms." Although she was possibly capable of rage-filled outbursts, she has now been well contained and stored away in her well-deserved destination of Azkaban. Sibyll Trelawney, another fleer of Lord Voldemort's ever-numerous forces, was captured and is now gladly working as Lord Voldemort's personal seer.
Through these troubling times, there is a dark light at the end of the tunnel however. Can one really trust previous alliances based on dealings with madmen like Harry Potter? Turn instead to our Lord, who is security in these troubled times.
-Rita Skeeter
The boy gave a chuckle as he finished it, then started to read it aloud. By the time he had finished, everyone was awake, except the dog and the dark-haired boy.
"Bloody hell!" yelled one of the twins.
"Of all the things.... I'd like to strangle that little bitch!" cried the other.
"I'd do far worse, that's so typical of Rita!"
"Someone who always picks the winning side... Dammit!"
"Calm down. It doesn't do any good to get upset..." the red head mumbled, half to himself.
Still the boy who had just put down the paper was surprised. Everyone had changed. The twin's weren't listening, they were arguing over death threats in low, cracked voices.
"Ties some concrete to her shoes."
"No, slip her some cyanide." They both laughed morbidly.
"Please stop..." the girl mumbled sleepily.
Then screamed as the floor pitched and threw everyone four feet into the air before crashing down again.
"The roof's collapsing, get out now! Now!"
The lantern fell over by a falling piece of wall and the room was filled in complete darkness. Someone screamed again as a wall to the bathroom collapsed, leaving them in their tomb.
^
Sorry it took so long, but its here! Tell me how you like it!
I'm dedicating this chapter to SparklyCherry and Hope12, who have me on their favorite authors list. Thank you!
Can anyone help me with getting italics and bold in? I don't know how, and I'd really appreciate it if someone could help me out. I'll dedicate the next chapter to however helps me.
Any guesses who the sixth person is? I dropped some hints about who they are, and kudos to anyone who guesses right!
Sorry if anyone was confused. If it was confusing because I didn't say names, just review and tell me. I'll see what I can do.
Review, Review, REVIEW!!