Houses Competition. HoH, Ravenclaw, Drabble, Spinning top, WC: 227
AU, for sure. If Harry hadn't have won.
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Spinning, around and around, dizzy from it.
The girl watched from the corner of the room, watched the toy spin and spin and spin, like one of those fantastical dancers. It scraped the dust-ridden floorboards, screeched on the nails, twisting, churning, spinning. She watched, waiting for it to cease its movements. Breath held, as though betting on a winning horse.
It was hypnotising.
It was the only entertainment.
She didn't know how long she had been there, could only guess by how grubby she felt and how tired she was. She guessed it had been a little over six months since Voldemort had overpowered The Boy Who Lived and she had been thrown into the Malfoy Manor cellar, locked away just like Luna and Dean.
Somehow, miraculously, she had found the toy in a shadowed corner. She'd recognised it instantly from her mother's collection of antiques - it was almost an exact replica of the one her mother had kept all those years. If her mother was still alive, perhaps it was even still intact.
It had become somewhat an obsession, counting seconds, and counting the spinning and turning of the toy. It was the insane action of watching the thing that kept her sane.
Hermione Granger watched the spinning top, in between awaiting the daily meal, barely alive, but still hoping to win against some unknown force.
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