I've decided that for this chapter I'll be breaking the traditional writing style of J.K. Rowling somewhat... meaning this chapter will not be from Harry's point of view. (please don't get mad at me) I guess it will also be safe to say that you'll see this happening later too, so don't gripe and moan too much! Anywho here's the next chapter, enjoy!
Darkness, it was everywhere, it was everything. He had known nothing but darkness for so long, lying unmoving in the shadows that were feasting on his pain and grief. All that he could recall was the torture, the hooded men and their harsh laughter. He lay in his stone cell awaiting the moment when they would return bringing with them more questions that he could not answer and more cruel laughter.
He had no memory other than the pain and darkness. He knew not his name or even how he looked. But his body ached and his eyes would strain to see. Sometimes he could make out shapes in the shadows, dancing and teasing outside his circle of vision. Enticing snatches of memories that could have been his years and years ago, but he knew not.
The sound of metal grating on stone brought him out of his morose thoughts. They were coming. Again they will take me from this cell and ask me the same questions and again I shall not be able to answer them he thought desperately, knowing of the pain they would hold in store for his lack of knowledge. Maybe today will be the day that they will end it... maybe then I can leave the darkness. The thought of death was his only comfort anymore. Now he could hear them, their cold voices echoing in his cell, in his very mind.
But before he could give himself up to despair his small cell exploded in a blinding flash of light and an eerie, piping song filled every corner of the room, causing him to swell with a sense of comfort, of safety.
There was a shout outside the cell. Two new voices joined those of the hooded men. The voice of a man and of a woman.
"Stupefy!" They both shouted in unison, and he could hear the thud of bodies hitting the stone floor.
As he was still staring at the door something landed upon his shoulder and he looked up to see a firey orange bird, singing the strange but calming song that echoed in the cell. He smiled, knowing he was safe but hardly daring to believe it as he slumped unconscious to the floor.
Yeah I know its really, really, really short. But... its better than no update, eh!