Megan Potter Book 1 *Editing*

Chapter 22. Is This Hell??

22. Is This Hell??

Megan POV

I landed in a dark room. I could hardly see a thing and my arm hurt from where my captor's nails were digging in. I was shoved to the ground. I shrieked as a fire started in a fireplace on the other side of the room.

The fire cast an orange glow around the room allowing me to see better. I looked around seeing a dusty room with old rubbishy furniture. A rickety little staircase led up to the door, making me think I was in a basement.

Then my eyes fell on the person who brought me here. It was a woman who was glaring at me with her deep purple eyes. Her face was framed by long, brown hair. She had an evil smirk and pale skin. She was wearing long black robes and had her wand held at her side.

I felt stupid, I had put my wand in my bag because it hadn't fit in any of my pockets. "Who are you?" I said shrinking away from the woman as she drew herself to her full height.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" said the woman her voice sounded cold and cruel, sending shivers down my spine.

"Who are you? Why have you brought me here? What do you want with me?"

"Shut up!" she screamed. "Now don't you speak to me with your filthy mouth."

"Voldemort told you to bring me here, didn't he?"

Crack!

"Ow!" I hissed tears stinging my eyes.

The woman had mashed her foot down on my left hand breaking a couple of fingers.

"Don't you dare say the Dark Lords name with your filthy mouth."

"What does he want with me?" I whispered not trying to hide the pain I was in.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

She walked from the room leaving me on the floor cradling my left hand. I heard a click as she locked the door.

Tears poured down my face from pain and fear. Another question shot in my mind, how could Voldemort have told her to capture me if he was supposed to be dead?

I sat in silence for an hour or so as I waited for something to happen. The door clicked open and a man descended the stairs and walked over to me.

His almond eyes twinkled with laughter as I hissed in pain. I just glared back. His short, spiked, black hair matched with his black robes.

"Victoria said you were being disrespectful to the Dark Lord, so for that I think you should be punished."

Victoria, so that was the woman's name. What did he mean I would be punished?

I had to more time to think that over before the man raised his wand "Crucio!" Pain shot through my body instantly. I felt as though I was on fire while being stabbed through with knives and being ripped into little pieces.

An unearthly screaming sound was filling the room and it took a moment for me to realize that it came from me.

"Crucio," said the man softly making the pain stop. "Now then you better learn to behave or else."

Without another word he glided back up the steps and exited the room. The click of the lock sounded and before I knew it I was curled up in a ball sobbing my eyes out.

This wasn't fair, why me? I had just found my place in the world, met people who didn't hate me, made friends. Yet now, everything I had just gotten had been taken from me and again I was left in a dark, cold room with people that hated my guts.

I was scared, more scared than I had ever been in my entire life. I was sobbing so much I began to get a headache.

I shivered slightly from cold, so I crawled over to the fire. I curled back into a ball and cried myself to sleep.

***Dream***

I was standing in complete darkness. I could see nothing yet I knew I was not alone.

"Who's there?" I cried out, my voice quivered.

Blindingly bright light flared up before dimming down. I looked around trying to blink away the black spots in my vision. It was still just light enough for me to see.

I could see people all around me. They scared me. They looked like black silhouettes. I whirled around to see they had me surrounded.

"Who are you?" I screamed at them.

Fear filled every pore in my body.

The light grew brighter again, allowing me to see who the people were. They were people I knew. There was Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George. Dumbledore, McGonagall, a sneering Snape, Flitwick, Quirrel, Sprout, Hagrid and even Filch. There was so many people, all the people I had ever known in my life.

As I came back toward the beginning of the circle I saw Victoria and the other man who had kidnapped me and alongside them were three black figures.

"What's going on?"

Victoria laughed.

"Who are they?" I pointed to the three black figures.

Victoria laughed again. I glared at her and Dumbledore began to speak.

"Megan everyone you know is here so obviously you know them."

"But why can't I see their faces?"

"You can't remember what their faces look like."

"Why?"

"You haven't seen them since you were a baby."

"My parents!" I gasped in realization. "Wait, but why is there a third person?"

"You can't even remember who killed your parents and who tried to kill you and your brother."

"Voldemort! I-"

"How dare you call the dark lord that you disgusting girl," Victoria screamed and stepped forward raising her wand, all the others mirrored her moves even all the Muggles though I didn't know how they got wands.

"Crucio!" they screamed as one.

The pain began. It was even worse than before, but not just in amount. I felt tears pricking my eyes. Not only were my enemies torturing me but also my friends.

The pain was growing until it became so unbearable that I fell unconscious.

***End Dream***

I woke up screaming. My heart pounded in my ears as my scream went on and on. Finally I managed to close my mouth and quiet down.

I looked around and the past days events flashed through my head reminding me where I was. I was scared but glad to know what had just happened was just a dream.

I didn't know what the dream meant but I wished I was sleeping in my warm bed at Hogwarts. I wished I would wake up and have a laugh with my friends in the mourning. I wished I could be plain old spastic me but I couldn't be. I had to change. I had to be smarter and more careful if I wanted to get out of here alive. If I ever wanted to see my friends again.

If. There were so many ifs, too many. If yesterday someone had told me not to go Christmas shopping because I would get kidnapped by two of Voldemorts followers I would have told them to go to the hospital wing and say they were seriously delusional.

I sighed. There was nothing anyone could do to stop me being kidnapped. All I could do was survive long enough to escape. I would escape even if it was the last thing I would ever do. One way or another I would escape.