Chapter 10

Little Raven In A Cage.

Just a forenote. Most of this crap comes from my subconscious, so if there is pain and retribution involved (like in this chapter) that usually means I feel bad for something I have done, or I want to hurt someone else. But with this I am begging so it means I feel like shit, currently with my boyfriend, I feel like I have been horrible to him and I don't know how or even if I can fix it. Mostly because I suck at explaining myself. Unless I write anyway I must go now later dayz,

Raelyn!

I woke up about a week later in the hospital wing. My head throbbed and everything seemed much too bright. I looked around to see no one else. I held my hand up and smiled, well, as least one thing went back to normal. I sighed and started to sit up, it was hard, especially since I had to ignore the sharp pains running through my skull with every movement. Again, I looked around. On the floor there were various vials of used potions and some ragged bloody bandages. I looked at my arms and saw new tiny scars that I had not made. Oh well.

I looked around again looking for madam Pomphrey. I wonder if she hates me too, she was always nice and seems to like everyone, but you can never really be sure though. I opened my mouth to try and call to her but no sound came out. I touched my throat but it felt like there was nothing wrong. I couldn't understand it. Sighing again I laid back down and once again fell into an oblivion of nothingness, at least I did, until the nightmares started...

I was sitting in a cold dark room, shackled to a wall. I looked around I felt a sense of dread creeping around me and I started to scream for help.

"Please, help me, somebody, ANYBODY!"

Then I heard a wicked laugh. It seemed to float in and around me as if on a breeze. The laugh would have been sweet and beautiful if not for the evil it promised to bring with it. I looked around both hoping and fearing this would maybe be my salvation but then suddenly, the sound stopped?

"Hello," I said weakly, "Please, someone, help me, I'm scared, please!"

What came out of the shadows was not what I had expected.

Draco walked out of the darkness, and he was not alone, behind him, was Voldemort.

"Hello little Raven." He smiled manically walking up to me with a predators gait.

"You know that whole curse you threw at me back in the dungeons was quite successful, I was tortured for about two days then when that scum rat pettigrew finally took off the curse I was bed ridden for a few more days. You know it's not easy having a few hundred killing curses used on you but not dying."

Again he smiled that creepy blood freezing evil smile and approached me reaching his hand out to touch my face. I turned away shuddering.

"Awww, is my little Raven scared?" He asked sarcasm dripping on every word as he leaned up into my face speaking quietly in my ear.

"Good, be scared, I am going to torture you worse than you could ever imagine, and there is no escape until I give you one." At this he smiled against my cheek, "And who knows when that will be."

I bit my lip to keep from crying, he leaned back still smiling manically as he ran his jagged nails down my face leaving dark puffy red lines.

"And you know little Raven, that could be a very, very, long time."

I looked down but when I did I knew it was the wrong thing to do because I never saw him draw his hand back, never saw the ice forming around it until he hit me. I thought my scream would wake the dead, or at the very least myself, but neither happened. And that was just the beginning, there was so much more to come and it was all so much worse.