Chapter two kiddies. Enjoy & pleaseā¦.pleaseā¦please review.
Midnight ran, her legs crying in defeat. She ran past the tree line alongside the castle walls. Creeping through a dingy forgotten, well hidden passage way into the depths of the Dungeons of Hogwarts. She entered the Slytherin Prefects bathroom cautiously. The room was lit dimly by a few torches here and there. She approached the nearest mirror, her image flickering against the flames. She ran her pale finger tips across the slick glittery frame. Her left hand made it's way carelessly to her ear, tracing the outline of her face. She reached up to her head and with one swift angry yank, her wig fell to the cold cement. Hot tears filled her eyes, splashing onto the ceramic sink before her. She used her wet tears and the sleeve from her shirt to wipe away the make up layered delicately onto her face. She pulled her light brown hair from it's small bun, the length resting gently on her shoulders. She dug out her thick black librarian glasses. She changed from her tall boots and red and black silky garments into her school attire. She was short, plain, pale, and by no means glamorous.
Footsteps echoed into the bathroom, she was no longer alone. Now behind her stood a boy leering towards a man. He was frightening. "Well?" His accent was deep and harsh.
Midnight said nothing but let her eyes fell onto the floor. Her back to him, she feared the look on his face. "I don't want to do this anymore. It's wrong." Her whispered words seemed lost as he whorled her around to face him. He towered over her.
He seemed to relax seeing the fear within her. Her brushed a small strand of hair from her face. " My darling Minuit, do you forget what family stole your family from you? They sent your to Azkaban! Don't you want to revenge? Take from them the love they deprived you." He smirked almost completely convinced she'd accept his words.
" Non merci! It is truly wrong. I wish that my mother, innocent or not be revenged. But when I agreed to this monsieur I didn't know I would be playing some harsh games!" Midnight smiled slowly, " She loves him. Miss Bell care greatly for him, he does not see it."
He laughed. " Of course not Minuit, you've cast that gold ole charm on him." He winked. "Your vampire magic."
" I am not vampire!" Midnight protested. But even she was not fully convinced in her response. " I'm done with your planning. I will not use Oliver like this."
"Oliver is it? You sure seem close to him, that filth of a muddblood. Let's make one thing clear pet. My father has enough dirt on your precious family to end the family tree at your branch!"
Midnight seemed alarmed. "What your father is a death eater too! I won't let you harm anyone!"
"Okay, the you will continue on as planned, or else your poor little prat of a sister might accidentally get hurt." He smirked again his victory over her seemed to give him the most pleasure.
"You stay away from Pansy you monster.!" She warned him, her eyes alive in the flames.
He chuckled half heartedly before studying her figure closely. "I am afraid I can't to that you see. Pansy seems to want to be by me all the time." He turned his back towards her. "Oh and Minuit remember it's not Wood we are after." He left her there, his laughter and footsteps disappearing down the hallway.
