Trouble Times Two (A Harry Potter fan fiction)

Left in the Dark

Grace's P.O.V.

Grace wasn't sure what had happened to her. She wasn't able to open her eyes or speak, or move at all. She knew she had been like this for a long time, but she had no idea for how long. She wasn't hungry, but that didn't stop her from being nervous. She knew she should be very hungry, she could feel it in her bones, but she wasn't. In fact, the thought of food made her sick.

Grace thought she must still be in the dungeons, for it was damp and she had a feeling she was on the cold stone ground. Every once in a while, Grace could hear voices, but it was as if they were reaching her through a muddy swamp. They were muffled and unclear, and no matter how hard Grace tried she was unable to make out words. Even without being able to understand them, she could still tell one of the voices was very powerful. It seemed to ring out across the entire room when it spoke. The other voice was slightly weaker, as if afraid to speak loudly and harshly. Garce couldn't say for sure, but she had a hunch the second voice was Professor Quirrel.

Time continued to pass very slowly, and Grace was confused as to why no one had come for her yet. If she was in the dungeons people should have found her by now. She knew she should be worried and panicked that she wasn't able to do anything, but it was as if her brain was stunned. She couldn't feel any emotions.

After what seemed like centuries, there was a new voice added into the conversation. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone of his voice indicated that it was Harry. Grace wanted to scream out to him to come help her, but no one came close to her.

He can't see me, Grace realized. She must have been hidden behind or in something, and Harry wouldn't be able to find her. After what seemed like a very long time, there was a lot of loud screaming, although Grace still couldn't make out any words. She was very frustrated now. She had her powers and Harry was in trouble but she was useless. She wasn't able to help him, and he was here doing Merlin knows what. Grace wanted to scream.

Then there was no sound. It was silent. Grace immediately started thinking the worst. Harry's dead. Oh no, oh no he died.

Grace wanted to cry. She was so wrapped up in her own head she didn't even notice when someone else entered the room. She had no idea who it was, but they came over and lifted her up. Once again, Grace blacked out.