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When the spinning had subsided and Simone realized that she wasn't in her room but another place entirely, she took in her surroundings. She saw lush green grass and rolling hills. Looking further she noticed a spacious and strict looking house. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her wrist and was dragged through the wet grass.
"OW! You're hurting me!" Simone cried.
"Shut up!" her uncle said in a commanding tone.
Simone had been dragged into the building and gentle hands were helping her up, she was dropped again at the command of Lennon. She pulled herself up struggling against some unknown force pushing her down.
"Your will will be broken."
And so it began, his green eyes pierced her own crystal blue eyes. She felt a wrenching pain in her gut. She bent over and clutched her stomach struggling to not make a sound. A searing pain in her forehead caused more agony. Her ankle powerless to the twisting it received.
"Take her to the stone chamber." Lennon commanded. "Give her neither food nor water."
"Simone heard a gasp from a number of servants. She knew it would be bad because of the obvious fear it instilled.
She was roughly and brutally thrown into a small, dark, and cold chamber. The concrete floor was as cold as snow and littered with bones. Obviously whoever went in never came out. Simone shuddered at the thought. The bones instilled more fear in her than the chamber itself.
"Help me." She barely heard the soft wisp of a voice.
"Where are you?" Simone asked.
"I'm not sure." The voice replied.
Simone tread carefully among the bones, so as not to step on the prisoner. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw a lump in the corner. The lump moved and she moved closer.
"Is that you?" Simone spoke to the lump.
"Yes." Its voice became a little stronger and Simone a little weaker.
Simone tried to move away but found she could not. Her strength was draining. She was becoming a pale ghostly color. The lump rose and its pigment was slowly returning to the skin. Simone glanced at the stranger and looked upon a hideous thing. It had a disfigured mouth and a broken nose. There was an intricate web of scars covering the face. It had fangs in place of teeth and holes in place of ears. The white hair was becoming brown again. The humped back straightening. Simone's blonde hair was turning white. She was reduced to a lump on the ground and had no strength but plenty of will. She wanted to rise, to be strong again. However much she willed her legs to move, her knees to bend, her fingers to wiggle, it just didn't happen.
"Why?" Simone managed to gasp before everything went black.
Some time later she awoke to a pounding ache in her head. She reached up to massage her forehead and noticed her hand. Her hand was white and wrinkly much to her dismay. What has happened to me? The events that had led to this came swirling back in vivid detail. She looked around the chamber. She saw a shadowy figure lit by thin and dusty light.
"Help me." She croaked.
The figure turned to look at her. Its eyes were malicious and lit with the delight of evil. So great was Simone's want for her strength back it caused the figure to look away. Her strength had still not returned. She felt horribly disfigured. A thought struck alight, she must do something...anything... She found an inner strength that willed her to rise. She rose and stood before all the darkness that enveloped her. She placed one foot forward and struggled to stay upright but found she could not. She fell to the floor with a resounding crash. She tried yet again with another inevitable failure. She heard the creak of a door. The door swung open revealing her uncle wearing an evil grin. She longed to wipe that grin off his face.
"How does it feel being old?" he cackled.
She glared at him.
"Ha. You can't hurt me with a glare. However it does make me want to go to my mommy." He said in a taunting tone.
Simone attempted to lunge at him mamaging only to grasp his robes. She got up with the little strength she had left and touched his hand. Simone felt a small amount of power flow through her. An idea struck alight in her head. She put her plan to the test. She hobbled over to the strange fearsome person. She reached out her hand and clung to its wrist feeling her own strength surge through her body again.
"I see you are resourceful. It will do for now. Your learning begins soon." He clapped. "Show her to her living quarters."
"Yes sir." The servant bowed humbly.
Simone followed the servant up a set of stairs with a grumbling stomach. The stairs creaked with wear. Simone's mind was going a mile a minute. She was trying to figure out some way to escape. She didn't want to go to Hogwarts. She didn't want to learn magic. She wanted to go home to her own room. She wanted her mother. Above all she wanted to get away from her evil uncle. They arrived at what would serve as her room for the time being. It wasn't much of a room. It was probably in the servants quarters. The room held a small steel framed cot. There was a thin sheet on the cot and a thin blanket hung over a chair. The chair was old and missing a chunk from one of it's legs. The desk was older with nicks and scratches in it. There was an empty trunk at the foot of the bed. Simone surveyed the room shaking her head.
"Something wrong? Miss." The servant asked.
"No." Simone said.
She glanced at the window and discovered a crack. The room would have to do until she could escape.