I am starting a new story I just had to. It is about my current favourite song; Hallowed be Thy Name, by Iron Maiden, but I like the cover song from Cradle of Filth more. The main idea is this: I am going to write (in order) one or two lines from the song, and I am choosing the character from Harry Potter (since this is HP FF) and I am going to write about those two lines. It is very hard to explain, but you will see if you read my story!
"I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime."
The big pale moon was high in the sky, placed in the perfect spot, for me to look at. It shined my chilly cell with little of its light, glowing with pride and glory. I allowed the light to be creeping on my pale skin, which had not had any sunlight at all. They shut the windows at day, at night they allow the moonlight to be shining through the iron bars, so they could beat up any werewolves in the other cells. They were dreadful; they are the owners of this prison where I am sitting right now, the only reason they are here, it is to hurt people, seeing them suffering every slap the cold iron bar hits you in the back is their main reason to be in this job.
I stood up, in front of the metal bars, looking straight at the fool moon, without blinking. It is driving me into madness and insanity; they beat me up as well, even though I am not any werewolf, but they love it.
The moon had just popped out of the thickening clouds, which would only mean one thing. A faint howl reached my ears, I pretended not to hear it, and I just stood there, thoughtless, and focused only on the moon. I was standing, in my cold cell, my small cell, near the right side, almost touching the freezing bars, which separated my neighbour and me. I heard heavy breaths from my neighbour; he was a werewolf, a very dear friend of mine, Remus Lupin. Suddenly two hairy hands came and grabbed me, it was him. I totally forgot to lie down and wait for it to be over. Nevertheless, I was focusing upon the glorious moon, and beneath the howling stars, and did not realize all. However, the words spun around my confused head; werewolves cannot recognize their friends or their beloved ones.
The hairy hands pulled tighter and tighter, I could feel my insides go crazy, I could not breathe properly, the heavy and stinky breath on my neck, hungry for blood and meat. Of course, they did not feed us here, only water, nothing else, so no wonder Lupin was hurting me, wanting to separate the flesh from bones. Then I guess I must have fainted, because I cannot remember the following, I woke up to more howling, now painful howls. I was lying on the floor, still trying to recover from my incident. I looked over to my neighbour, Lupin, who was crouching over, still in his werewolf form. He was bleeding badly, still clutching its stomach; slowly he started throwing up blood but not much, only little spits of blood. There was an other cry, and I heard noises, familiar noises, thump, thump, thump…And that was when I realized, they were here, beating up him slowly, but ferociously. Beating him to the ground, I would have said something to them, but I knew what the consequences of that would be; the same faith as Lupin. I was weak, lying on the floor still, praying for God, praying for mercy, and most of all praying for Lupin. I reached my right hand out, almost like to try to stop the suffering.
"Well, well, well… isn't it the infamous Harry Potter?" there was a sneer and evil laughter. I lifted my head up, even though I knew who it would be, he was the only one who wanted to come, in fact he had told the others that he, Harry Potter, would be his prisoner.
"Fuck off Draco," I said quickly, not realizing what trouble, I had caused for myself.
"I see," Draco said. "It is time for Little Harry Potter to learn some manners." He laughed evilly. He unlocked the door, and stepped in, holding a big cold iron bar in his hands.
I stood up quickly, Draco did not expect that to happen so, he looked quite insecure and startled, but he held the iron bar in his hands tightly. He came closer and closer, holding the bar high, ready to attack. I do not know how it happened, but I gathered all of my strength, to fight against him. I kicked him hard where it really hurts; his balls. He screamed in pain, and dropped the metal bar on the floor, and like in a slow motion movie, he fell first on his knees, holding his stomach, then he fell lying on the ground, screaming in pain. I took hold of the metal bar and started hitting him hard, it caused pain for me too from my weakness, but if I wanted to get out of here, alive, then I do not have any other choice.
"Bel…" he tried to say something, "Bell…" again, hardly anything came out from Draco's lips, but then; "BELLATRIX!" he screamed. I stopped dead, completely frozen by that name. The beating stopped from Lupin's cell, and I saw her, walking towards my cell. I was too weak; my eyelids were beginning to drop, when she hit me, as hard as she could, on my stomach. I fell on the floor, on my stomach and began to suffer. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Every single hit caused pain like hell, I wanted to cry, it would not help, I knew, but I could not show my weakness to them, too weak.
There was a church nearby, and the bells begun to chime. Slowly, sounding depressed the bells hit, I could hear them clearly, just there, so close but so far…
"Bellatrix," said a voice, weak, and hurt. It was Draco, "you can stop now, other wise he will be too weak to face his…" he made a face to Bellatrix that told her something. I understood this, and fell on the floor, and just laid there, listening to the bells.
I heard them leave, leaving me there alone; I gazed upon the moon and suddenly realized that it would be my last one.
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Best Wishes; Ilona