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Bird of Fire
Chapter One: Cold Concrete
Harry sat on the cold dungeon floor, he rested is back against the wall and held his head in his hands. "What...have I done?" A tear slid down his cheek leaving a clear trail in a mess of soot. All he could think about was the love of his life being killed infront of his eyes, "Cho..." He choked on his own words,"how...how could I fail you?"
"Harry, are...are you alright?" Hermione walked across the cell, she lightened
the cell with her wand. "Well luckily they didn't get my wand...Harry?" She
knelt down and wrapped her arms around him. "Harry please don't cry,
please...try and make the best of it"
"The best of what Hermione, the best of what? The fact that my one love died...DIED infront of me?!" He stood towering over Hermione who began to cry.
"Well at least she knew you existed, the one person I care about could care less if I even lived!"Hermione's cheeks flushed and she turned to face the corner of the cell.
"Herm..."Harry began to cry,"Herm, if we are going to make it out of here, we have to stick together, no more fighting?" Hermione turned around and kissed Harry on the lips,"Her-mione..."
"Harry...I'm sorry."Hermione got up and brushed the dirt off her tatered skirt.
"Harry, have you ever been here before."
"No, I haven't, I don't anyone knows about this place."Harry walked around the
stall, it was roughly 14 by 14 feet with a concrete slab that stuck out of the
back wall to act as a bed. Holes littered the wall, and they looked to be caused
by guns, Harry looked down and saw a drain in the middle of the floor, around
the drain was a small circle of dried blood. As he looked around, he could feel
his spine tingle from top to bottom."Hermione, If we don't get out of here soon,
I don't think we'll last very long."
Faintly they could hear a raspy cough, the cough stopped and they heard a low voice he spoke in mumbled words, and they had to listen carefuly to understand what he said, "You think you in Scotland but yer ain't,"he coughed again,"This place is in a remote part of Greenland...ain't no way yers gunna break free."
"You're wrong...we will,"Hermione walked over to the direction he was coming from,"You'll see, when Harry and I break free...you'll see."
The man didn't speak another word.
Harry slept on the floor and gave the slab to Hermione, they awoke in the morning to fully see the horror they were to face. It was a giant prison completely underground,Hermione could tell because the roof in the hall was packed dirt. The prison was one story and each cell looked the same, but a chilling few still had bones in them. The hall seemed to last forever in the two directions, and they noticed each cell had a small window. Harry looked to see where the man was, but figured he must be in the cell next to them. Outside the window Hermione could clearly see that ice went in every direction for miles.
They heard footsteps approaching them quickly, the footsteps stopped and they
saw Ginny, but something was different, her hair looked darker and she looked
paler, almost like she wasn't the same person. "Ginny...how did you find us,
please help us get out of here! "Hermione looked into her friend's once warm
eyes, but they were cold and empty. "Gin, what-what happened to you, please tell
me."
Ginny's face remained expressionless "The master will see you now, Hermione,
before he decides what to do. Harry will stay here"
Hermione went to reach for Ginny, but Ginny walked over and opened the prison door. Ginny stared cold into Harry's eyes "Try to escape, and you will die, like the many others who have tried."
She led Hermione out of the hallway, which really wasn't that long, and into an
underground tunnel that seemed to go forever, each twist and turn made Hermione
wonder how Ginny knew her way, she also what was wrong with her once good
friend. "Could she be brainwashed...and who is her master, certianly not
Voldemort...he...he died, right? Seventh year, he died, I watched him die,
everyone did." Ginny led Hermione to a large oak door with large black handles.
They walked in and Hermione's surroundings went from dirt and concrete to lavish
silks and marble. Her mouth hung further down with each step she took.
"A fine piece of woman, wouldn't you agree, Hermione." Ginny walked to the throne's side and the master signaled Hermione closer."Yes, she's been a sort of concubine for me," He smirked,"I've dicided to spare your life, if you join in her fate..." He stepped down and Hermione saw who it was, it was Lucious. He reached a hand to her cheek, and rubbed it with his velvet glove.
Hermione slapped him away, "How...how dare you,"Her voice quivered,"how dare you try and use me like that!"
"Don't be so quick my little vixen, you see, your choice is Harry's life." He grabbed her waste tight and stuck his leg between hers. "Well, what's your choice?"
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A/N: Mmk, that's part one, do you like? Please email me with comments!
