1995. 8. 27
Emma opened her eyes to find herself staring at a pale, gray ceiling. Rubbing the back of her head, she slowly forced herself into an upright position. Her last memory was that of her father screaming her name. What happened? Where was she? As he eyes adjusted to the light, Emma looked back and forth around the room, trying to discern her location. To her left was a black nightstand with nothing but a maroon lamp sitting on top of it. Next to the nightstand were two, large, black closet doors. Directly in front of her was yet another black door; she guessed that one led to the hallway. Aside from the bed she was laying on, the rest of the room was empty. Where on earth did she wake up?
Slowly, she pulled back the maroon covers, feeling a chill as she did so, and got out of the bed. The wooden floor was cold on her bare feet. Where had her shoes gone? Arms crossed, Emma carefully made her way to the black door that hopefully would lead her out of here. Hesitantly, she moved to turn the doorknob. To her dismay, the door was locked. She had to think for a moment before she remembered that she could use magic to open the door. Reaching into her boots, Emma's heart sank as she realized that whoever had brought her here had also taken her wand.
With a click, Emma heard the door open from the other side. She gasped and she stepped backwards. To her utter shock, the person who had unlocked the door was her professor, Severus Snape. "Professor?" She whispered, as if not believing her own eyes. In his regular monotone voice, Snape answered, "The Dark Lord will see you now. I advise you to hold your tongue whilst in his presence." Even though his voice was uncaring, Emma could see in his eyes, after all of the years she had been his student, that he was worried. If he was worried, then something bad was about to happen. Wait a minute. Did Snape say "Dark Lord?" Oh, no... The Death Eaters had gotten her! She was about to meet Voldemort.