Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

Louder

* Desperately tries to make up for four month hiatus with two updates in 24 hours*

Whoops I forgot to give this a title lol @ my life

Cammie couldn't breathe.

She'd never Apparated before, but she briefly remembered the fifth year that had described it to her before. He said it was like being shoved through a really small tube, and that you felt cramped and nauseated. And that's how Cammie felt. Her entire body felt stretched out, like a long, thin noodle, and her stomach churned as if she might vomit.

And then the sensation was over.

There were stars in her vision as her eyes hurriedly tried to adjust to the sudden darkness. She was somewhere cold, and she knew that if she weren't paralyzed she'd be shivering. She felt herself fall, like a solid block of metal dropping to the floor. She hit the cold cement ground with a sudden pain that made red spots pop up in her eyes. These figures, whatever they were, were not gentle with her.

Her eyes began to adjust, and though she couldn't see the black robes in the dark, the white porcelain masks seemed to emanate their own light source. They were all circled around Cammie, staring down at her paralyzed figure on the floor. They all sat, marked masks angled downwards to her. Suddenly, a whisper shattered the silence. the whisper was gravelly and in a language that clearly was not English. The murmuring was soon joined by other voices, and the volume gradually grew. Louder and louder until they were at a casual, conversation volume, and then louder still, so that they were yelling. Chanting, louder, louder, and eventually they were screaming. The foreign language was being shrieked throughout the room until Cammie thought her ear drums might burst. She wanted so desperately to plug her ears, but her arms still stood frozen at her sides. Her head ached from the volume, and she needer it to stop. It was so loud. Stop, stop, stop, she pleaded in her mind for her lips wouldn't form the sound.

And then the noise vanished.