The Other Sky
Chapter 6: A Ridiculing Emotion
A/N-Disclaimer: Yep, I've been gone a while and I feel horrible. Anyways, I'm making up for it. Today you guys get two chapters; incidentally this one is actually the bonus side one. This chapter takes place about two months before the main story. I meant for this chapter for later in the story, but I guess now you'll know something Harry doesn't. Shh, don't tell him. The title for this chapter comes from Insanity by Maxwell Bodenheim. Anything and anyone else recognizable belongs to JKR.
I walked down the hallway, not knowing where I was going. But, that was what they were expecting, so I kept going. Suddenly, I reached the end. I stood in front of a wall that probably had something behind it. But, this was exactly where they would expect me to stop, so here I stopped.
I heard a very soft noise behind me, but as they didn't know I was trained to pick up on those noises, I didn't turn. Suddenly, there had been a wand in the middle of my back and hot breath to my neck. "Drop your wand," was said in a harsh whisper. I dropped my wand. Despite knowing I was in complete control of the situation, I hated having to drop my wand.
I felt the wand moving against my back and knew the moment before it happened that they were knocking me out.
*O0o-o0O*
I come to in a cell that looks about six feet long and about five wide. I am on the thinnest, dirtiest cot of probably all existence. Above my head, there is a barred window that is most likely warded- if not, my targets were more stupid than I thought. On the opposite side of the room- the cot took up more than half of the floor space- there was a heavy metal door- also warded- and three buckets. They were labeled; D, B, and W. Drink, bathroom, and wash, my mind helpfully supplied. Sure enough, when I stood to look inside of them, the D and W were full of water, while B was empty.
I shake my head and return to the cot and sit down, leaning against the wall. I watch the door, knowing they must be monitoring me somehow. Sure enough, not ten minutes later, a man dressed in dirty dress robes steps into the room, followed by one very large guard. Both have charms on their faces that distort their features. The one in front begins to speak, the voice gives off an obviously distorted sound.
"I've always wanted to see you like this Malfoy. At my feet, at my mercy. I bet you don't even know who I am. Good." His laugh sounds strangely ominous; the distortion is a bit less present in that laugh.
"What exactly are your plans with me?" I make my voice seem as if I'm trying to act brave, but a bit a fear creeps in at the end. Their smiles grow; at least that's what I think the change in distortion means. Of course I know who they were, but I wasn't about to let them know that. In the end, I truly was curious about the plan. I set my chin defiantly, despite my planned slip. It was what they'd expect.
Another change in distortion happens and I truly hope a smirk is settling on his face. If they get cocky soon in the game, I'll win. He squats and leans very close to my face. I almost have to cross my eyes to see him clearly. "I am going to break you, Malfoy. I am going to keep going until you are begging me for mercy." He grabs my chin and tilts my head back until it hurts. "This tough act of yours will break and all that will be left is the scum underneath. I wall make you experience every level of pain, and just when you think I will never stop. When you feel like you want to die. When you are begging for it, I'll prove I'm not scum and be merciful. I might even kill you to do the final mercy." He lets go of my chin and slaps me right across the face. I hear a dull crack as my head hits the cot and the ground underneath.
I close my eyes and feel my mind want to slip into unconsciousness. I hold onto myself, barely, but make it seem like I and out for now. I actually feel a bit of blood running through my hair. I hear him tell his muscle person to pick me up and take me to another room, probably to torture me. The third man in the room checks to make sure I am truly unconscious and then I am carelessly slung over a shoulder.
I don't dare open my eyes, but I pay attention to the turns to the room from mine. When we reach the door of the new room, I am certain I could reach my own room if given the chance cold water splashes in my face and I snap up in the chair.
I look around the room and realize that it looks more like an interrogation room than a torture chamber. This was their first move. I cross my arms and lean back in the chair. This is going to take longer than expected, I think sourly.
*O0o-o0O*
Two months later…
The wards of the secret room in the Ancient House of Black go off. Their head snaps up. No, this can't be happening. There is no way anyone could have found that room. Potter isn't smart or cunning enough to…
Is he?
A/N: Alright, that's all you guys get. Mwahaha… It begins. Anyways hope you enjoyed the extra chapter. I bet this chapter raised more questions than it answered. Oh well… that's how I work I suppose. Please tell me your thoughts, I'd love to hear anything, even constructive criticism. Anyways next chapter should be up in a few hours. Until next time…