? POV:
Dark
The girl woke with a jolt, face down in icy dirt. She did not open her eyes, nor did she move at all, she simply existed for who knew how long on the freezing ground, bitter cold seeping into her skin. A mindless corpse. After a time, her conscious began to return fully to her body, synapses finally sparking back to action; she became almost vital, almost but not quite.
She ached all over her body, each muscle throbbing just from the action of breathing in and out, in and out. It seemed so foreign, awkward even, like trying to make conversation with a friend she had not seen in a very long time. The air did not want to enter her lungs.
With a steely resolve, she dragged her leaden arms forward until her palms were flat on the ground either side of her head, coming to rest upon frost covered grass, the feel of each individual blade tangible. The feeling was so very vivid, that if grass had had fingerprints she was sure she would have been able to trace and recognise every single groove and ridge.
She pushed. Every muscle and tendon and bone screamed out in protest at the movement, her mind dulling until she was on all fours, head still down. She kept her eyelids closed, not wanting to see what had become of her body, what they had done to her. Subconsciously, she rubbed her neck and the fading lacerations around it. Images flickered in her mind, haunting her.
The memories began to drift back and she could not suppress them...
Darkness. That was all that existed, all that she knew. Darkness. Thoughts and feelings and images were stifled until smells and sounds became clearer, sharper because of the deprivation to her other senses. Footsteps drew near to where she sat, the gait uneven, the left foot scraping on the stone. She was dragged upright into a standing position. Suddenly, the darkness was lifted from her face and her eyes burned at the light, although dim, which caused her pupils to clench tightly in, shying away from the brightness.
A snarling voice echoed in her thoughts, pulled from a dark shadow in her 'prison'. "Look at her blood, so pure, so very pure indeed. Take it all." Cold dread swept over her already chilled body at the thought of what had occurred. Her heartbeat quickened. What had they done to her?
A memory was ripped from her subconscious and the shock nearly caused her to pass out again. The voice was so familiar...
"If she tells, I'll kill them"
The only problem was that she couldn't distinguish who the voice was, only that she knew it was someone close to them, near, them, with them possibly.
She was distracted by a smell, a familiar smell; the warm scent of a roast dinner, the fresh pine smell of the Forbidden Forest, the slightly salty tang of the Black Lake, the clean linen aftershave. The scent of home. Of him. She had to go back to save him, warn him.
Homesickness engulfed her already battered body but she disregarded this thought over a far more pressing, alarming one: she was exactly five miles south of Hogwarts Castle. Somehow she knew exactly where she was, almost as if she had a huge homing beacon in her head that could calculate her position down to the smallest increment. It was a scary realisation.
Somehow she knew it was going to rain in the next few seconds. Sure enough, as she tilted her face skywards, raindrops caressed her cheeks. It was time. She scrunched up her face and then opened her eyes. The view was shocking.
Iron grey storm clouds boiled above her through gaps in the overhanging trees. Her eyes could pick out the rainbows in each raindrop caused by the weak twilight, and separate the white light into all colours of the spectrum in a nearby puddle. Leaning forward, she peered apprehensively into the shallow water and let out a choked gasp of terror.
Her face.
Her face was beautiful.
A/N: This is not meant to make much sense atm but it will become clear who it is if you don't already know ;)
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