Well I'm back! This chapter is for my friend Shelly/Canada! 'Cause you wouldn't stop bothering me about it so I finally got my ghetto bum up and did something about it! And I would like everyone to know…. I LOVE PUDDING!

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter…. My mommy told me so….. Wait…. No I don't ….. My mommy said I ruled the world not Harry Potter…. My bad…. BOW DONW TO ME FOOLISH MORTALS!

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Dominique woke up like every other day. The silver plate was there waiting for her to eat. She sighed.

'Is this where I am doomed to spend the rest of my life?' she thought. Long ago she lost hope of getting out of this place. It was never meant to happen; her coming here. Her mother had told her not to wonder off. Now she was forever lost. Where was her mother now? Laughing with her father? Talking to a new child that was made to replace her? Would they even recognize her if she walked into their house? More important would she recognize them?

"What a hell hole," Dominique said aloud. Her own voice made her jump. She had not heard it in so long. There was no one to talk to out here. Not even a rat. She had to be the loneliest person alive… was she even alive any more? Did this count as being alive? She sure didn't fell it. Would she ever be again?

"STOP WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS!" she screamed to the ceiling above her. (A/N: or maybe to the writer…)

Dominique was tired; tired of everything. She got up and walked the way that the figure had gone. Then she saw something out of the ordinary. The mold covered rug had a corner turned up.

'That's never happened before,' she thought and pulled up the rest.

She gasped.

There on the floor was a trap door. It wasn't very big. Only large enough to squeeze a small adult. It was complete with a gold handle. She pulled on it and opened the little door. Dominique looked down but only saw black.

'I have nothing to lose,' she thought and with that slowly went down where darkness swallowed her.

She ended up in a long hallway with many doors. She opened the one to her imitate left. It was a bathroom. She had not come across a bathroom in over a month. The room was done in bright reds and pinks and it was huge. Even bigger than her old room at her parent's house. She looked around. It had one toilet, a stand up shower, three sinks, and a tub that you could swim in. Dominique shut the door and looked in the full size mirror. Her hair was the same color black as her boots. She was very skinny from malnourishment. But her eyes remained beautiful. They where blue but the design of it made them look like snake skin. (A/N: my friend DJ really does have that kind of eyes and they are wicked awesome!)

Slowly she undressed and ran a hot bath. She got in and washed away the muck that had formed over her skin. She soaked in the water for over an hour, by then the water had gotten cold, and got out and dressed in her nasty looking clothes. Dominique looked in the cabinets that surrounded the sinks. She found a brush and put her hair in a neat pony tail.

She made sure every thing was in the same place as she had found it and left the room. Then walk again down the hallway she was in before. She was a little confused. Every time she left a room her surroundings always changed, not this time. Every thing was the same as she had gone in. And now everything was not filthy, but extremely clean.

'This isn't right,' Dominique thought. 'Something's wrong.'

She suddenly got really scared. This is all wrong. She began to run down the hallways waiting for everything to change but it didn't. She ran faster and faster trying to get away from every thing that was wrong. She couldn't get away from it.

Then she crashed it to something and fell flat on her back.

"Watch where you're going," a cold voice said above her.

'Oh great,' she thought, 'this is the end.'

The cold hand reached down for her and every thing went black.

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Well, there is my next chapter. Now you can bow down to me or parish! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY!

Draco: (smacks Cavechick on the head with something shiny) SHUT UP! THE REVIEWERS ARNT GOING TO BOW DOWN TO YOU!

Cavechick: (smiles evilly) oh yes they will.

Draco: Really how?

Cavechick: I have a picture of all their grandmothers' feet!

Draco: (gasp) nothing is worse than old people feet! You better bow down to her and review before she does something wild!

Cavechick: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BECAUSE I'M EVIL! DON'T DOUBT IT! YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE! MWAHAHA-(suddenly falls asleep)

Draco: Well…. That was weird…. I need more rum if I'm going to stay with this crazed fan for the rest of my life….. SOME ONE HELP ME!