Trapped

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

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Author's Note:  Apologies for the prolonged delay in uploading new content. My interest in the story had waned, but I am now endeavouring to re-edit it for my readers. Thank you for your continued support and appreciation.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵

In the Great Hall, a vibrant buzz filled the air as hundreds of students eagerly piled food onto their plates. Yet amidst the jovial chaos, one group stood out—the Marauders. James Potter darted around the Gryffindor table, playfully chasing Sirius Black, while Remus Lupin sat quietly with a book in hand. Peter Pettigrew ate with single-minded determination, oblivious to the commotion.

Nearby, Alice Fortescue sat with her boyfriend Frank Longbottom and her best friends Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald. Marlene McKinnon was conspicuously absent, preoccupied with breaking free from her latest ex-boyfriend.

Without warning, a blinding light engulfed the hall. A figure, exuding an aura of authority, materialized and proclaimed himself "Death." The hall fell into a stunned silence, captivated by his dramatic entrance.

"Today," Death began with a grin, "you shall witness the life of someone you all know well—a student who plays a pivotal role in many lives here."

As the professors vanished alongside Death, numerous Pureblood families, including the Potters, Blacks, Prewitts, Longbottoms, and Malfoys, appeared magically in the hall. Euphemia Potter rushed to her son, demanding an explanation for the chaos.

"James, what mischief have you caused this time?" she insisted. James quickly protested his innocence, managing to evade his mother's grasp.

"Leave them be, dear. Let's sit with them," Fleamont suggested soothingly.

Walburga Black's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Sirius, you wretched child, consorting with blood traitors," she spat, her eyes narrowing at Lily, James, and the others.

Euphemia turned on Walburga, her eyes blazing with fury. "If you dare look at my children or anyone else here, I'll hex you so thoroughly that your Pureblood Supremacist Lord won't recognize you when you crawl back to him."

Sirius leapt up, clapping enthusiastically for Euphemia and shouting praises. As his cheers died down, a screen appeared magically at the front of the hall, where the professors usually sat. Popcorn and comfortable seats were conjured by Death.

Sirius laughed heartily, watching the bewildered Slytherins grapple with the concept of a movie. He cackled, "Look, James! Even Death appreciates Muggle theatre. Maybe these snakes will accuse him of being a blood traitor to their parents!"

James joined in, laughing hysterically, tears streaming down his face at the thought of the Slytherins daring to defy Death. Remus shook his head, clearly amused but maintaining his composure.

"Now children, let's show some decorum," Euphemia chided gently. "Even if they don't respect us, we mustn't forget our manners."

The Slytherins, overhearing the comment, shifted uncomfortably. Regulus Black looked particularly hurt by his brother's cruel words, while others like Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange scowled, masking their internal disquiet.

The screen flickered to life, capturing the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. Curiosity hung thick in the air as they awaited the revelation of the "familiar one."

Onscreen, a young girl in Slytherin robes paced nervously toward what appeared to be the headmaster's office. Before addressing the statues, she paused, straightening her posture and running her fingers through her hair. Despite her efforts, her heart continued to race uncontrollably.