The building looked even weirder from the inside. This is definately a ministry building, Harry thought. The walls were covered in pink and white stripes, and there were a million doors everywhere. "Umm... which one do we go in?" Harry asked Lupin.
"The one all the way down there." He pointed down a very long hallway. "Come on Harry. Hurry up." Harry had to walk very quickly to keep up with him. Eventually, they reached the door. Remus opened the door and pushed Harry inside. "Stay in here. Don't leave this room." He closed the door and locked it. Harry could hear him running back down the hallway.
Harry turned and saw the oddest room he'd ever seen. It looked like he was inside of a giant basketball. The room was a giant sphere with lines running around it. There were no windows, and it was difficult to see the door. It was completely empty. Harry lied down on the floor and stared at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and...
He must have dozed off, because he woke up on the other side of the room. Harry rolled onto his stomach and looked at the door. It's open. Harry was going to get up to investigate, when he felt terribly scared again. It was in the hall. There was a demon... or deamon... whatever... in the hall.
Close the door! He jumped up and ran for the door, but it was stuck open. Suddenly, something touched his shoulder. Harry looked sideways. It was touching him... he saw three, bloody, mutilated fingers. Harry quickly looked away, stared at the door, and didn't move. Maybe it will go away. Please let it go away. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see something on all fours coming straight for him. Another one was coming toward him from the side. Go away. Please go away. I didn't do anything... the second deamon charged and ran into his side, knocking him onto his back. Harry fell backward and looked up at the ugliest thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was even worse than a dementor. It looked like... well it was kind of hard to describe... a mutilated pig under a bloody sheep's coat. A disgusting smell filled his nose. They smelled like something that had been rotting for a while. The two deamons stared down at him. There was one on each side of him. Harry's eyes started to burn. Don't blink... don't blink... remember the car... But he couldn't help it. The last thing he saw was a giant three fingered hand coming straight down on his face...
Just a little side note: Yes, I spelled it right. They're de-ah-mons, not demons. (I made up my own animal!)