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Originally Posted by Little Trooper  Love the Posts Sydnie. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. I do love this sory. Can't wait for more. |
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Originally Posted by HPobsession33 your out of school already! I dont get out until likje June 23 or somethin like that!! Its not fair!
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I know, I'm lucky lol.
Here's the next post. I'm going to try spacing it differently. Tell me if you like it this way or the old way better.
Alright, here it is: Chapter 20
“Nice of you to join us, Miss Weasley.” Voldemort’s cold voice addressed me. I suppressed a shudder. “What, you aren’t going to greet me?” he asked. I knew what he wanted.
“Good evening…Voldemort.” I greeted. I suppressed another shudder as I said his name. As I did, one of the Death Eaters that had captured me inched forward. Voldemort stuck out his hand and stopped him.
“So, you dare call me by my name, do you?” he asked. His voice sounded like the snake he really was. I nodded, trying to act braver than I really was.
“Interesting.” He murmured. He made his way around the room, and sat down on one of the rocking chairs. He looked more like a normal person then, then any other time I had seen him. Except for his red eyes and slits for nostrils.
“Do you like it down here?” he asked. I didn’t do anything. He asked again with more edge in his voice, and I had to answer.
“It’s…” I searched for the right word, “disgustingly dirty.” I told him. He snickered.
“Well you better get used to it! You will be down here for a very long time.” He explained. I hadn’t realized, but when I had insulted the room, Lucius had stepped forward and was now standing by Voldemort. He leaned down and whispered something in his ear.
“Yes, of course. I will.” Voldemort nodded to him, and then turned to me. “This happens to be the Malfoy Manor. Well, the basement that is.” He told me. No wonder it was so dirty. People probably never came
down here.
“Well, we must be going.” Voldemort said getting up. I followed suit, but that only made him laugh darkly. “Oh no you don’t, you will be staying right here.” He ordered. I glared at him, and sat back down on the floor.
“Right. Narcissa will be down later with dinner. Until then…have fun.” He gave me a dirty smile and walked to the door. I couldn’t help but give him a curious look. Food?
“Oh, you can’t expect us not to feed you, can you?” he snickered. “We’ll need you alive if we want our plan to work.” And with that, he walked out of the room, shutting the door, and magically locking it.
I snickered. These people really were dumb. They forgot to take away my wand!
Soon it was morning, and I hadn’t slept a wink. I found that the sofa was actually quite comfortable, once you got past the hard-as-a-rock springs that are underneath the cushions.
There was also a fleece blanket left in the room. I had curled up on the couch with it over me, but sleep failed to overcome me.
I sat there doing nothing. Well, besides hugging my knees up to my body. I felt lonelier then I had ever felt before. This was nothing like being ignored just because you were an annoying little sister. This was worse. Much worse.
I think the worse part was not having Harry with me. He always seemed to be there when I felt lonely. No matter where I was. If I had even been in the girl’s dormitory by myself, feeling lonely, he would be there by my window, on his broom. Even if I didn’t want him to be.
As I thought this, I began to think about Harry. Was he still in Hogsmeade? Was he back at school? Was he looking for me? Does he think I’m at the ball dancing with someone else?
I thought I was going to fall asleep, but like I said, I never did. I sat staring at a whole in the wall.
“What are you saying? I can feed her what I want! I’m the cook!” I female voice said from the other side of the door.
“You cannot give her desert! What is the point of that?” I understood Lucius’s voice. The female voice must be Narcissa.
“What is the point of starving her while she is here?!” she demanded. With that, she pushed open the door with surprising force and she
turned. Her eyes met mine. I could see anger in them, but I knew it
wasn’t directed to me.
She came over to the couch and sat down in the empty space.
“Would you like this?” she said holding out a plate. On it was a piece of delicious looking cake. Mint chocolate ice cream cake. My favorite. Lucius rolled his eyes and glared at his wife, and slammed the door. Before he left, he called out:
“If you’re going to act like this, you’re going to be treated like her!” and with that, I heard his footsteps go up the stairs.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I whispered. And before I knew it I was
wrapped in a hug. I, after a second of shock, hugged Narcissa back.
“It’s okay. Really. I felt horrible about keeping you here. I tried to talk them into a different way.” She let go of me, and gave me a watery smile. “Now, would you like this, or would you like me to eat it?” she asked, gesturing to the cake. I smiled.
“Would you like to share?” I asked. She nodded gratefully, and took out her wand. She turned a dust bunny into a fork, and we began to eat the cake.
It was night time again. I could feel it.
…and I could see no light seeping into the room from the tiny window by the “roof”.
“Are you tired?” Narcissa’s soft voice asked. I was sitting on the floor craning my neck to look up at the window. She was sitting on the couch. I could almost feel her eyes on me.
“No.” I said sadly. It was my third night here, including the one where I didn’t sleep. I have to admit, it was much better having Cissy with me. (yes, I just called a Malfoy a nickname, but she’s not as evil as you might think, and you get tired of saying Narcissa every time you talk to her.) But I can tell she’s sad. And I feel like it’s my fault, no matter what she tells me.
“Are you okay?” she asked. her voice had genuine worry in it. I thought about my answer.
“No.” I answered truthfully. I looked behind me, and I saw her eyes filled with sadness. I couldn’t help it, I stood up and went to sit by her.
“I’m sorry Ginny.” She said. I looked at her, and she gave me a hug. I returned it.
“It’s not your fault Cissy. At least you’re here. We’re not totally alone.” I reminded her. She nodded.
“I know. I’m glad. I really am sorry.” She told me. I smiled at her, the first smile I’d smiled in a day or two, and then went back to the floor. I lay down, and closed my eyes.
“Would you like the couch?” she asked. I nodded and she got off. “Lay down, I’ll grab the blankets.” She told me. She had found two other fleece blankets, so now we had three.
I lay down, using my jacket as a pillow, and she draped a blanket over me. She then put the thinner blanket of the three on the floor, used her own thick coat as a pillow, and used the last blanket for herself.
“Good night Cissy.” I whispered.
“Sweet dreams, Ginny.” She whispered back.
Hope it was okay!
Thanks for reading, more soon I hope!
~Sydnie 
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I can't tell you if he will or not....
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