The screams of the children set her on edge as she ran. She had to get to him before it was too late to save him. Smoke filled the air and filled her lungs, slowing her down and causing her to cough and sputter. MUST. KEEP. GOING. Her feet kicked the dust from the road, leaving stains along the hem of her gown as she pushed on towards the shrieking shack. I know he's here I can feel it! She made her way towards a seemingly empty room and there he was. Severus. But he was not alone, and the joy she felt from seeing him again was short lived as the dark lord made his way to him.
Carly woke up in a panic, tears streaming her face. The light coming from the window told her it was early morning. She gathered her things and headed to the shower, rinsing away the nightmare caused by her drunken stupor. She was not a stupid girl, she knew about the dark lord and his return to the magical world last year. But what role does severus play in all this? Are my dreams sending me a message or am I dreaming of him for another reason entirely? She finished her shower and heading to the only person who could give her some answers. Severus Snape.
When she arrived to his office it was empty. But the bubbling cauldren on the desk told her that he would be returning soon. So she waited. And waited. And waited.
The days and nights seemed to be one in the same anymore. This room, this prison has no windows to give any hints. The chains around my wrists are cold and lanky, and though I've tried many times I cannot remove them. I can't see much of what is in front of me, for the only light source is a single lit torch on the other side of the door. The cuts and brusies that litter my body sting when I move. I have tried to keep my powers hidden, but I know they may be able to help me escape this place. The drumbeats I have kept hidden for so long begin to sound, and an orchestra follows. The symphony is beautiful, but it only frightens me more. I am growing weaker. I can no longer keep it in.
