Fan Fiction

A small blonde girl with shining blue eyes. Fiddled with a red haired baby doll. She was humming a tuneless song underneath a willow tree. Her eyes wandered from her toy and a dark figure appeared into her line of vision. She squinted at the figure between the dangling leaves. Her eyes widened as she recognized the person. She clapped her hands together in delight and began to run away laughing as she went the figure followed pursuit. The girl stopped at the edge of the lake giggling letting the figure catch up as the figure neared it drew its wand the child’s giggling ceased and a look of confusion took over her face. “Avada Kedavra!” the figure shouted and with a flash of green light the girl fell into the lake a look of shock on her face, her golden hair flowed around her body gracefully as it sunk to the bottom of the lake. As the fish bean to investigate the new source of food the figure lowered his hood and the face of Connor Adair was revealed he began to laugh hysterically as he watched the fish nibble at his daughter’s body.

~Jade’s P.O.V.~

I opened my eyes, gasping for breath; I stopped to consider the dream and realized something. My father had died with the rest of my family. *Why would my mind invent that ridiculous dream*, I shook my head and stood up and stretched, my skin stretched over my pale emaciated body, I still was covered in the remains of my skirt and top. My hair was lank and dull, and my whole body was filthy. I stared around my room, my only piece of furniture was a disgusting toilet covered in blood and grime. Fat load of good it did me for I rarely had enough to eat to have to use it.

They had chained me up after I had almost escaped. I had flashed my assets at one of the younger guards and took his wand and petrified him. I had peeled through the hallways as fast as I could, I had reached the main entrance when a woman at the end of the hall had gotten over the shock of my escape enough to do something she had pointed her wand at me and swished her wand downward as she had said, “conalabor pihe” I had fallen to the floor and the others wanting to make up for their lack of sense had all mobbed around me and tied me up.

They had carried me back to my cell, and I had been tortured mercilessly after that.

 I was broken from my unpleasant nostalgia by the sound of echoing footsteps. I lifted my head and straightened my body. A man walked in carrying a plate that held a dry hunk of bread and a large cup of water he set it down on the floor and you zoomed over and grabbed the bread and cup and dragged it back to the corner, at first I had gobbled it down but I had long since learned to let it last for a couple of days, the man watched me smirking. I had finished my days worth and stared back at the man wondering why he had stayed, “Time to thank me for your food” he said as his smirk grew wider at my look of fear*no, not again, not again* as he drew his wand. He pointed it at you and said “Imperio algeheel”.

I had learned to fight the Imperio curse, so they had invented a stronger spell. I felt a floating sensation, and an unimaginable happiness telling me if I did whatever he said I would be happy forever. The mans smirk remained on his face as a voice entered my head.*You will obey everything I tell you to do* a voice entered my head, my eyes glazed over and I nodded and he smirked again the lust in his eyes was clear, he removed my skirt, while he positioned himself over me.

 I fled to the dark recesses of my mind hiding from the frightening reality. 

After he was done he tossed me my clothes and lifted the spell. He left the cell .I put my clothes on sniffling as I did so; I crawled over to the toilet and threw up. I curled up with my head in my hands; and cried.

Voldermort came in again, I glanced up and glared. I hadn’t spoken since my sixth month, I had learned to shut up and give up my pride the hard way. He drew his wand and pointed it at me “Crucio”. I rocked back and forth on the ground, blood dripped from my lips as my teeth sank into them.

Draco’s P.O.V

I bounced a ball against the wall of the room. The room was green & silver with a walk in closet & bathroom; it was a little smaller than my room at home. But was rather large, the room was at Head Quarters. I had been surprised at my accommodations, after my fathers screw up at the Ministry I had thought I’d been summoned to be tortured as punishment to my father, but so far I’d just been told to stay at HQ. I glanced at my broom a highly polished Nimbus 2001, Mother had refused to get me a faster broom, “No Draco” she had said firmly but her tough façade faded as she whimpered “what if you get hurt, I don’t want to be all alone”

I had scoffed at her emotions then, but now after being in isolation for a month, I was lonely, at first I had taken a tour but all I had found were locked doors. I groaned in boredom and exited the room looking for something interesting to do. I saw a likely looking staircase with grey stone steps. I tried to open some doors along the staircase but all of them were locked. Then I heard the screaming, I jumped and almost fell. I righted myself and headed down stairs. I shivered the screaming gave you the creeps, but whatever was down there was bound to be more interesting than staying in my room.

I stepped into the dungeon and saw that the cell opposite from the stair well, held a girl who looked about my age. She was screaming, confused I searched for a source then it hit me that she was being hit by the Crucio curse.  I felt pity for the girl, I knew how she felt. Suddenly her eyes met mine and the became eerily silent, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I had half a mind to tell whoever it was to cut it out, and started over but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the high cruel voice that chilled me to the bone all thought of interrupting fled my mind. “Why haven’t you changed yet? Your power should have awakened by now and I’m losing my patience” the man hissed. The girls answer was her collapse on the floor, her blonde hair fanned around her head. I turned and rushed up the stairs before I could be seen, I didn’t want to meet the same fate as that girl. I slammed the door behind me as I ran into my room,

Panting I flopped onto the large bed *wonder why the girls here, and what did ‘your ability should have awakened by now’ mean?* I pondered for a while, my boredom had been replaced by curiosity.

~Jades P.O.V~ (In Results)

An unwilling scream left my lips, I writhed in pain, it felt as if white hot knives were tearing through me. I noticed a motion and stared at the cause through my teary eyes, a blonde headed boy was staring at me seemingly nonplussed *please help me* I tried to give him a pleading look, but through my writhing body I doubt he could tell, your eyes rolled to the back of your head (I can do that, it grosses people out, it’s hilarious, sorry on with the story)  I sat there unseeing still writhing, I heard Voldermorts Voice, but it seemed like it was coming from far away, . “Why haven’t you changed yet? Your power should have awakened by now and I’m losing my patience” he hissed at me. He lifted the curse and I collapsed exhausted. Voldermort leaned down and stroked a piece of hair out of my face almost lovingly but I heard him say “I shall have to kill you if you show no signs of your powers soon” he stroked my face again which caused me to shiver, and turned to leave the dungeon.