Hey! Okay so I know I promised another chapter for Sunday but I had a really busy weekend! So sorry but I have this week off from school so I should get a few chapters up by next week.. Depends on how often I'm even at home.

Random Potter fact No.2:

Quidditch was originally an Irish game :D Very proud of that.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter never has, and never will be mine.

Lily

Darkness. That's all I'm surrounded with. Just, darkness. I feel like I'm under water, floating along. But yet, I cant move. I feel so groggy. I don't understand. Am I dreaming? No, I don't think so, this doesn't feel like a dream. Surreal, yes. But not a dream. I attempt to come out of the darkness. To open my eyes, to see what's going on. What happened? I remember the lights going out. And then people shouting and McGonagall saying something about quietening down. I got severe pain in my tummy and then nothing. Just, nothing. I woke up here. Wherever here is.

Slowly I open my eyes just a nudge. Its dark wherever the hell I am. I can slightly see cell doors in the distance, with one small dull lamp next to it on the wall. I can hear whimpering. But I don't know where its coming from. I cant move my neck, it hurts way to much to do that. I cant move my arms or legs either. Why. Oh merlin, please don't say I'm paralysed I think. I cant. I'm only thirteen.

"Daddy" I whisper, in the bizarre hope that he would appear, and just save the day. Of course not. He probably doesn't even know I'm missing. I bet nobody has noticed.

"Its all your fault Lily Potter! You better hope your father will care enough to come find you!" Adalais Parkinson says hysterically through tears.

"Dear girl, don't be so rude, Of course Harry will be here any minute now, was always my best students was Harry Potter. Now we all need to be nice and calm and quite. We don't want those wretched people to come down again now do we?" I hear Professor Slughorn say.

Footsteps descend stone steps. A man walks up to the cell door. "Alohomora" he whispers and walks in, without saying a word, wheezing slightly under his breath from the steep steps. He unties the metal shakers around my wrists neck and ankles. Ahh that's why I couldn't move. He grabs me by the scruff of my school cloak and drags me out of the cell. Immediately magically locking it after himself. He magic's a blindfold onto my eyes so I cant see anything.

I cant see anything. He drags me up the stairs, I trip and stumble every few steps. Cutting my legs and the palms of my hands. He drags me into a room. I somehow have no shoes on, and I can feel the fluffy carpet. Walking down a corridor he takes me into another room. I can feel the presence of other people. And I can hear a woman cackle.

"Oh look at her. She is the image of that Weasle mum isn't she. Well then lets see what damage can be done with her."

I start to panic, what's happening. I can feel somebody right up next to me. I freeze, smelling blood and dirt and stale sweat.

"Mistress, if you please? May I please play with her." I hear I rusty old voice, not quite a mans voice, it had a tinge of a growl.

"Yes you may do what you like with her. As long as she is in one piece. I want to send out a picture to that family of hers. And of course the Daily Prophet. I'm thinking 'The Great Lord- Back in Power?' that should scare those foolish wizards.

I feel a tongue, sliding along my neck and down onto my collar bone. I try to break free but the unidentified person pulls his grip stronger. Holding me tightly. So tightly his long nails dig into my wrists. I can feel the blood trickling down but I cant make a noise. I know I cant say anything or else I know I'm done for.

But then he starts putting his arm up my leg. Oh no. This is not happening. I try to pull away. I need to get this blindfold off but its been magically placed. As if reading my mind, somebody removes my blindfold. I now finally can see for the first time. A man that looks slightly like a dog, but not completely so, is within inches of my face. His filthy sweaty face is right next to mine. Leering at me. A great big smile on his lips. Dirty yellow blood stained teeth. I feel like I'm about to vomit. His hand continues up my leg. No I will not allow it. I pull my arm back and slam my fist into his face so fast he doesn't realise what hits him. He stumbles back a few steps and falls on his ass.

Everyone laughs. I look around now for the first time, and see that there are about twenty or so people huddled round in a circle. I recognise a few of their faces, some from the Ministry, some are parents of kids in Hogwarts, and some, which scares me the most, are well known Death Eaters that should be still locked up in Azkaban, or that were never found after the War. This worries me.

"Greyback enough fooling around, get on with it. I don't want to be here all night"

I look around, and see Belletrix Lestrange say, while glaring at the now fast approaching man. Greyback. He's the werewolf that bit Uncle Remus when he was a kid and Uncle Bill during the War. Oh no.

He runs towards me and pins me to the ground. I try to push him off me but he is way too strong. I know what's coming. He is about to sink his teeth into me when a man, a man that I recognise but don't understand why, he yells.

"Stop. don't you dare bite her, mutt!"

Greyback sneers at the man. But stops. "And why do you suddenly care Lucius?"

"I don't particularly care. But we need her conscious for the pictures."

"Fine." with that Greyback takes his hand and slaps me across the faces. I feel blood trickle down my cheek. I put my hand up to my cheek and feel three long deep gashes across it.

"But we need to worry that Potter. He got away too many times, and now his darling little daughter is going to pay."

Then he punches me in the eye. I can feel it tender and starting to swell. I cant help but cry now. I am in agony, but I cant let them know that. Although I cant help but shed a couple of tears. Which really does not help. I get a searing pain from my salty tears entering the deep cuts.

"Right I think its time to take a picture of her. GIRL, sit there, on that chair" Lestrange says.

I do as she says, terrified she'll hurt me even more. I sit down, tears pouring down my face with pain, and look up at the camera. A bright flash blinds me for a minute and when I can see again I'm being dragged off the chair and being pulled back down those stone steps again. How long will it be until I can get out of this hell hole. Or will I ever get out. No, I must not think like that.

Okay so its short but there you go. Next chapter will be up either tonight or tomorrow.

Hope you like it. Yes it is kind of copying Hermione's experience in Malfoy Manor but who's to say that's where they are now. Oh and I know Belletrix is alive in this. I didn't want her to be but I didn't really know what woman could be as evil as her. But Remus is still dead in this, as is everyone else that died during the War.

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