BLACK {1} harry potter

Chapter One

I didn't know where I was. Well, from the rustic stone walls lined with various portraits around me and the grand height of the ceilings above me, a castle looked to be the location. The hallways echoed all sound well because I could hear each footstep that I took. My footsteps sounded dreadfully heavy especially since they were the only sound heard through the expanse. There seemed to be no lights in the entire place aside from one flickering candle that I was holding in my right hand, meaning it was the middle of the night.

Immediately, I knew that this wasn't actually me; After all, one glance down did not show the size six feet that were attached to my ten year old body. My footsteps resembled more of a feather tap than the raging bull trampling down this dark castle hall. Besides, I was about as left handed as one could come; anyone who'd seen me trying to us scissors knew as much.

As I walked down the hall, the portraits began to move. The people within them slowly opened their eyes and started to shift out of the position they were once in. Some even cursed at me for being woken up in the middle of the night, an unknown name on their lips. It was a strange sight to say the least, but I gave no passing remark in response, instead continuing on as if I'd heard nothing at all.

The dim lighting hid the oak door that was ahead of me, so much so that I almost ran right into it. That didn't happen, though, because the door opened all on its on. Suddenly, an intense growling began to come from the darkness within this new room. A few thudding footsteps were heard before a dog could be seen in front of me. At first there wasn't much strange about it, until another head appeared and then a third. A three-headed dog; it seemed this castle was much more strange than I'd originally thought.

Something in me was terrified at the appearance of this three-headed dog, as anyone in their right mind would be. But, the part of me that wasn't me right then had to get past it. My eyes stared at the dog's paws, who were four times the size of my foot—if not more. There was a latch sticking out of the ground with a wooden door attached to it. Without a doubt, I knew where I was meant to go.

Suddenly I saw a bright flash of red, like something glittering in the midst of a dark cave. A red stone, but I couldn't get a good look at it. I couldn't touch it like I felt I needed to. It was just out of reach. . . I felt a shove on my shoulder, something pulling me from the castle. The vision faded as the tugs at my arm continued until I saw black.

"Sarah," I hear a familiar voice whisper. I blinked harshly, thankful that my little hub of a room under the stairs lacked any window or light. I gave a deep sigh and swallowed, feeling my dry throat. "You were sleeping with your mouth open again," Harry remarked.

I glared at him jokingly. "You know, I don't say anything when you drool."

"That's because I don't," Harry replied, laying down besides me. Despite the fact that he did, in fact, drool often, I didn't reply.

Harry Potter and I had slept in the same bed for almost ten years now. We knew each others sleeping habits, and were given no choice but to adapt to each other. Both of us had our nights of hogging the covers and drooling on the other's pillow case. It was part of our morning ritual to make fun of one another, but we never meant anything by it.

Harry and I were all each other really had; we had both lost our parents when we were babies in an accident. Though we both lived with Harry's aunt and uncle, they weren't the most caring people to us. If we weren't doing their chores or fulfilling their commands we were pushed back to where we were now: the cupboard under the stairs.