Endless Sacrifice

Chapter 11

My ears were ringing painfully as I forced my eyes to open. I wanted to keep them closed, I wanted to be unconscious again. This couldn't be real. I remembered perfectly that I had been attacked at Oliver's home. I could not picture my assailant's face it had been hidden beneath their cloak but I knew they must have been sent by Voldemort.

My body shivered as my eyes adjusted to the complete darkness. I was freezing, my teeth were practically chattering. The stone floor was rough against my skin. My entire body was aching. I tried to lift my head but it felt weighted against my shoulders. I turned my neck and saw a small pool of blood above my head, it was mine. I realized now that my head had been throbbing since the moment I opened my eyes. I couldn't muster the strength to heal myself.

Where was I? This place was not familiar to me at all. I was alone here. What happened to my family? Where was Oliver? I had to escape, somehow. I had to find my family.

I forced my head off the ground, it ached painfully. I sat cross legged now as I stared at my surroundings. I gasped as I looked down at my hands, they were shackled together. How could I not have noticed that before? My bag was gone, which meant my wand was gone too. Under normal circumstances, I knew I was capable of defending myself without my wand, but the aching in my head questioned my confidence.

Tears immediately welled in my eyes as I thought of Eliza. Where was she? I couldn't stand what they would do to her if they captured her too. I needed to power through this pain in order to find her, I needed to make sure she was alive.

I jumped when I heard the iron gate squeakin open. I gazed at my captor, it was Wormtail. The man that had betrayed Harry's parents and secured their deaths. The man that had become an animagus and pretended to be Ron's pet rat for over twelve years. My knees quivered as I tried to back away from him, I felt powerless in these shackles and without my wand.

"There's nowhere for you to run my dear." Wormtail whispered menacingly.

I had never been so scared in my entire life, I was afraid of what would become of me. I couldn't die. My daughter needed me, I had to survive for her. I hung my head as Wormtail reached for my bound hands, I didn't attempt to fight him. I hoped that if I went with him willingly there would be the slightest chance of survival.

Wormtail dragged me up a staircase, towards the main level of wherever I was. As I stared at the high ceilings, dark walls and cold tile, I realized I didn't recognize the place. There was no furniture but a dark, grand fireplace that I didn't think had ever been lit.

I gasped when I saw Oliver crumpled on the black tiles, like mine his hands were shackled. He was sitting upright and I could see blood dripping from his forehead. I tried to yank my hands away from Wormtail but he held tightly to me, he cackled once as he tossed me to the floor. I was just out of reach of Oliver. His eyes slowly glance up from the floor and his mouth dropped when he saw me. Tears welled in my eyes as we gazed at each other, Oliver had been brutalized. His entire face was riddled with bruises and blood, they had tortured him and I couldn't understand why. I stared at Oliver, wishing he was telepathic too, I needed to know if my daughter was safe.

"What is our purpose here?" I screeched.

Wormtail gaped at me, surprised by my sudden outburst. The three of us jumped when Voldemort appeared in front us. My eyes widened as I gawked at him. I hadn't seen him in the flesh before but he was absolutely terrifying. He looked utterly inhuman and from the extremely heartless tenor of his thoughts, I knew he was capable of anything. I was scared for me but I was even more afraid for Oliver. I knew Voldemort needed me alive for my telepathy but he didn't need Oliver for anything.