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Chapter eleven

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HEY GUYS!! Here is this chapter. I know, Im a day late but Docs deleted two chapters and I had to rewrite. But...here is this!! REVIEW PLZ**
-Sofia
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Chapter 11:

(Draco's P.O.V.)
I woke up in a dirty room.
At first, I thought it was a dream. Before the pain in my head got to me. It throbbed and my stomach had a sharp pain in the middle bringing my attention to the emptiness in it. The room was dark, and grey. There was a door a couple feet away. It had bars and was metal. I couldn't see out of the small barred window for it had moss and grass covering, and some red-brown stain I hoped wasn't blood. I looked the right and left. There wasn't any windows. Just dirty grey walls. They were definitely some kind of rock with more moss growing on it. They had shackles and chains. It looked like a torture room. The floor was dusty and dirty and I was in a chair in the middle of the room. I looked down to see my hands under rusty guards to keep me from using my hands. I bucked my feet forward to feel more shackels guarding my feet. My robe was replaced with black pants and a black t-shirt. They were dusty and I could feel the filth covering my face. I groaned. I felt nauseous. I tilted my head to the left and vomited out of hunger. I spit with distaste as my mouth was filled with a vile taste. I coughed and tilted his head back with exhaustion. I was hit suddenly with the memory of Harry. Us kissing, me yelling. A light shining in front of my lids. "HARRY!" I yelled and whimpered. I yanked my hands back and forth, kicking his feet front. Oh no, Harry, he must be worried. Oh no, oh no, I thought. "Harry, Harry, Harry, HARRY!" I tried yelling, maybe my love would hear me and rescue me. I started crying, wondering where Harry was and knowing I'd never get a chance to ever have a life with him, never get to kiss him, or hug him, or stick my nose in his locks and inhale his scent. I cried harder tilting my head back. I got to do each of these once, and I'd never be able to again. Felling rust on the back of my neck and shut I my eyes. Feeling sadness overtake me with power. Soon I heard clicking. It was slow and loud. I assumed it was going on the whole time while I was having my sob story go on in my head. I stopped crying immediately and yanked my head upwards with the little energy I had left from crying. I looked to see more people in the same hooded capes as the man who kidnapped me. I realized as more tears fell, that these men..... they were Death Eaters.

(Harry's P.O.V.)
I felt hard on my back. Something wooden and hard poking my back. "Draco, stop" I mumbled thinking it was him. Before i tilted and felt extreme pain in my chest. I gasped. And started hyperventilating with struggling to breath as each breath hurt immensely. "Draco..Draco..Dra-" I mumbled till I coughed up blood. I reached up a hand and yelled in agony as i felt along the bed, blind. When I didn't feel him, I knew. They took him. I dropped my hand heavily and whimpered. I needed to take action now. I grabbed my wand and sent a Patronus to Ron. And passed out, praying my love was safe.
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ERGGGG. this keeps getting shorter..im sorry. It wont, im trying. Thanks for reading! REVIEW PLZ***
-S