Not that anyone cares because nobody has probably even read my story, but I am sorry that it has taken me so long to get this chapter in, but it is a rewrite of my second chapter. Oh, well, I am not too good of a writer anyway. Well, enjoy and R&R!

Disclaimer-Unfortunantly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, only the plot!

Chapter Two-Rude Awakenings

Regular POV

"Ennervate," the dark figure whispered pointing his wand to the now stirring ball on the ground below him.

Chelsea opened her eyes waiting for her eyes to adjust to the unearthly darkness. Once they were adjusted, she noticed the dark figure bending over her and suddenly the memories of what had previously happened flushed back into her mind. She wished it were a dream, but the figure above her was proof that it wasn't.

As though coming to her senses, she back up as far as she could until she hit something solid.

"P-Please. . . ." She stammered. "Don't h-hurt me!"

"Shut your damn mouth you stupid Muggle!" The figure said while straightening up. He whispered some words and then the room she was in lit up.

She studied her surroundings. The "room" that she was in, was in fact a dungeon and there was close to a dozen of other figures in black also.

The figure pulled down its hood and she saw that it was a man. The man had silver blonde hair that was in a braid down his back and he also had bluish gray eyes. Then, he spoke yet another British accent, "I wonder what the Dark Lord wants with this piece of shit." A few of the others laughed.

As though her fear had left her, Chelsea glared at him and said, "You'll think piece of shit once my dad and mom find out I am missing. You see my dad is part of the government and he'll find out who you are and you'll spend the rest of your life rotting in a prison." She added the last part with a smirk.

"I do not know what you mean by 'prison' and 'government ' child! But I assure you that before the Dark Lord is through with you, you will not want anything but death." He laughed as if it was the funniest thing that he had ever heard and the rest of the hooded figures laughed along with him. He then spit on her and continued with his laughing.

Chelsea just glared at him and wiped the spit off of her face. He then spoke to her as a baby would be spoken to after a mid-afternoon nap. "Oh, cat got your tongue now?"

Then Chelsea replied, "You're insane! 'Dark Lord'? Well, let me talk to this 'Dark Lord' then!"

He then shook his head and said, "You shall soon enough and since you look to be about sixteen, I shall ask him if you may promised to my son after he is through with you. What do you say about that Little Girl?

"I mean if it wasn't for you being an American Muggle," he began, grabbing her face, "I would say that you are a bit cute." He and the others laughed as Chelsea pushed his hands away.

"Get away you stupid perverted weirdo!" She yelled at him.

This only made the figures laugh harder, so hard that a few were had their hands on their knees and doubled over.

"You're a feisty one I see," he said after a few minutes of Chelsea glaring and the figures laughing, "I will be sure to warn Draco of that. Although the feisty ones are a lot more pleasurable."

Suddenly, a high-pitch voice yelled, "Crucio!" Then the blonde haired man fell to his knees as a light streaked through the room and hit him in the back and he begun to scream.

Chelsea put her arms over her head and closed her eyes and kept them there until the screaming stopped. She flinched as a cold hand pulled her arms from her head. She then felt the hand lift her chin up and she opened her eyes only to scream at what she saw. . . .

Well, that was Chapter Two rewritten, I hope that you liked it and if it sucked, just let me know, any type of review will make me happy! Read and Review, por favor!