So, I saw The Woman in Black today. About half of the time I was making Harry Potter references with my friend, while the other half was spent trying not to hide behind my hands or jump. Needless to say, it was a pretty decent movie, and I didn't scream once! :) #soproud
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The dungeons were cold, and dark.
Selena treaded carefully down the steps, only the flickering torchlight guiding her through the darkened staircase. She shuddered as a drop of cold water fell from the stoned roof, and touched the back of her neck. Nothing felt promising about this excursion, other than the fact that within moments, she would be in the arms of Severus Snape.
She stopped instantly as she vaguely heard the sound of a footstep behind her, and upon turning towards the sound, saw nothing. Sighing heavily, Selena walked on, blaming her edginess all on her nerves. She just neared the bottom step when the darkness of the dungeon corridors encroached, the dark abyss looking much more menacing than usual.
“Severus?” Selena called into the darkness, hesitating. “Are you there?”
No sound followed, other than the echoing of her voice. She felt stupid, yelling into the darkness, and sighed shakily before stepping down the last step, and into the main hall.
Wrapping her arms tightly around her torso, Selena pressed her back into the wall, and listened intently. Again, the unmistakable sound of a shoe scuffing the stairs made her turn around, and caused her breathing to hitch. If she didn’t know any better, someone was walking about halfway down the stairs, and knowing it wasn’t a ghost, she didn’t know what to think.
“It’s just your imagination,” she whispered to herself, turning back towards the oppressing hallway. “There’s nothing to –“
A hand pressed tightly against her mouth, and her scream was muffled by the contact. Her body thrashed as the other arm wrapped firmly around her, stopping her from fleeing. Harshly, she bit down on the hand, causing the arm to release her. Without even turning to meet the intruder, she made a mad dash through the corridors, just about to turn a corner when her body collided with something hard.
She dropped down to the floor, the back of her head smacking against the stones, and her wand flying out of her pocket and lying haphazardly a few feet away from her. Through the darkness, she blindly attempted to reach for her wand, but stopped short upon feeling something press firmly against her throat.
The tip of a wand.
A figure loomed above her, blocking the firelight from view, and making her squint hard at the visitor. Clearly, this person was no friend of hers, and since they didn’t appear to be Severus, she knew she was in danger.
“Who are you?” she whispered, attempting to gain her bearings, and fight through a pounding throb inside her skull. Quickly, she lifted a hand, pressing it hard against her head as she tried to lift herself into a sitting position.
“Don’t move,” the man hissed, now clearly not Severus. Her eyes widened, though infinitesimally, considering she had already been concerned to begin with.
“Please,” she whispered. “At least let me sit up. I hit my head –“
“And if you would’ve complied, that wouldn’t have happened.”
“Who are you?” she repeated, growing increasingly frustrated.
“More like who are we,” another voice added, stepping before the little light that remained, and leaving an almost complete darkness around her.
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Heredity vs. Solidarity (S. Snape)
FanfictionSelena Burke has had the unfortunate luck of both parents’ passing due to the hands of Death Eaters. Being the last of her Pure Blood lineage, she is quickly becoming a target for the Death Eaters who are aware of her survival, and the longer she re...
