Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

Cammie's Flight

Cammie slid back on her behind as fast as she could, but ended up crashing against the wall of the dungeon. It knocked the breath out of her. She wheezed and gasped, Cammie's little lungs trying to grab onto air that wasn't there. Her nose and throat burned as if she'd just swallowed white-hot metal, but that wasn't her concern as the creatures crept nearer and nearer towards her.

They moved so smoothly, like skates on freshly smoothened ice. There was no swinging of arms or bobbing of heads. They moved perfectly, not to mention silently. At first Cammie thought she'd lost hear hearing when she'd bashed her body on the stone wall. After her breathing calmed down, she could her nothing. The silence was pressing in on her ears, threatening to pop the drums.

The creatures had almost surrounded Cammie now, and a surge of adrenaline pulsed through her veins. Cammie jumped to her feet, ignoring the pulsing in her temples. She ran, and for a second she thought she was free. However, another fraction of a second was all it took for Cammie to realize that she was doomed. She had no plan, no idea where she was, and as she thought and ran the figures closed in on her. Watching them was like watching a horror movie in fast-motion; they moved so gracefully, so slowly, as if they were merely strutting, but they somehow moved so quickly. They appeared to be taking average steps at a normal pace, yet they'd already caught up to Cammie and even some had passed her.

Cammie heard laughing, the same deep, ominous voice she'd heard only moments ago. "So young, so naïve."

With a swift, graceful arcing a pale, long-fingered hand swept through the tiny space between Cammie and the figure. The knuckles curled themselves into a fist and embedded themselves into Cammie's stomach.

Cammie soared through the air. The very same fist contained an inhuman strength. She glided through the air for some time, and felt like Alice in the children's book her mother used to read her. Down the rabbit hole, Alice had time to ponder everything around her and gather her thoughts as she whizzed through thin air. Cammie emulated her and looked around the dungeon as she flew by.

The room was square, almost perfectly. There was a long bookshelf that covered the whole of the back wall, but there weren't books lining it. Containers filled with-- were those intestines? Canopic jar-like things filled the bookshelves, along with rusty cauldrons and snapped wands. The room itself was crowded with more shelves, each filled with more gruesome things: bones, some broken, some intact; jars of eyeballs, hearts, blood; and a large lump that appeared to be a decaying human head.

"What a graceful flight you've made, young wizard! 'Tis a shame you were not born with wings!"

Cammie had enough time to notice one small, final detail on the figure before she crashed into the wall, unconscious. It's still a mystery to whether the blow of the wall or shock of the realization is what knocked her out.

On the figure was a blood-red mouth, emblazoned with sleek, porcelain-like fangs.