I know it's short, but I'm following it up immediately. sorry for it's shortness.
but he's so beautiful
such a beautiful disaster...
As we continued to fly, over Scotland and out to Wales, I attempted to forget what was happening. I needed to find Harry. I turned my thoughts inward as I flew flanked by Ron and Dumbledore. I knew they would keep me safe.
Harry please hear me. I thought as I pictured his face. I remembered the absolute look of horror he had on our fourth year, when he brought Cedric back to Hogwarts. I hated Voldemort for making him hurt so.
As I thought this, my surroundings changed and there I was faced off with Voldemort. My wand, no, Harry's wand in my hand poised and ready to hex. He aimed a hex at me, and I parried and blocked it. I was scared. I looked around and ran as fast as I could behind a pillar.
"Not so quick without your friends, eh Potter?" Voldemort said as I calmed my nerves. "It seems like the chosen one has a streak of chicken in him."
I noticed a passageway just beyond the next pillar in the room. "Mister Potter consider yourself lucky that we didn't get our hands on your... wife." Voldemort said coming closer to me. I moved cautiously away from the voice.
"Can you imagine the torture she might be enduring right at this moment?" Suddenly I was glad that it was me he was speaking with. Harry might have lost his cool at that moment.
I took a pause and looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of the dark lord so that I could dash to the passageway. I watched him; he seemed to have trouble seeing in the dim light. His hands were out in front of him and he was looking away from where I had headed.
He was listening for me. "He's blind," I whispered softly, he turned in my direction. I could not wait any longer, so I ran towards the passageway.
At this moment everything went dark and I felt as though I were falling into a dark abyss.