Chapter 45 - Too Late?

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Chapter 45 – Too Late?

Sarah POV

I coughed. I was tied on to a large backed wooded chair.

The rope was cutting round my neck, strangling me.

The pain was awful.

It shrouded me in the dark.

The room was a vast open space.

I blinked once, twice, three times.

There was no doubting it. There was no way out.

I felt for my wand. It was gone.

I needed it. At once I started wriggling.

The ropes were too tight. They wouldn’t budge.

I remembered what had happened at the station.

Bellatrix Lestrange had snatched me.

Now I was in this horrible basement waiting on my punishment.

What could that be?

Knowing Bellatrix it will be long and painful, just like that loony lovegood’s death.

Bellatrix Lestrange better watch her back.

Drac will catch her. I need revenge for what pain she has out me through.

Draco will get me it. That I am sure of.

She will die eventually. She is a toad.

I am Sarah Felix now. I hate the ground that the lestrange’s walk on.

They should be wiped out, the whole lot of them.

Bellatrix said that she had had a baby just before she had gone to Askaban.

My mother says that this is true and that it was born on the same day as me.

I had presumed that the documents Bellatrix had been showing me were mine.

I must be wrong.

They must be the baby’s.

What had happened to it? Had it died?

Why would Bellatrix hide it?

Well she is a weirdo after all.

Maybe the other child is at Hogwarts this very moment!

Walking through the halls.

I will kill it. I will, I will.

It does not deserve to live with that thing of a mother.

She doesn’t deserve a child.

Or a family for that matter.

The only thing that Lestrange deserves is to die.

Even then she doesn’t even deserve a funeral.

No one would attend anyway.

Everyone knows what a piece of dirt she is.

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