Hogwarts School Years: Year 3

Interrogation, Injuries and Washrooms

Natalie’s POV

I wake up in a dark, grey room. Based on the lack of light, it’s probably the basement. The only source of light is a single light bulb on the ceiling. I slowly get up. My head is still hurting after whoever that was knocked me out. I look around. I see three figures across the room which isn't too far from be because of the room size. It's too dark to see who they are. I go over to them and  I finally see who they: Tamara, Jennifer and Michelle.

I've found them, well kind of. I kneel down and check their pulses. They're still alive, they're okay! Well they're not really awake but their alive! I sigh in relief. Now how to get out of here...and take them with me. There's no way I can take them all out of here by myself. There's probably no way to contact Keith and Lewis either. What are we going to do...?

The door to the room swings open. Someone in a silver mask and black robes walks in followed by another. My blood suddenly feels frozen in my veins. This could be the end of it for me. Shoot. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my parents yet.

They take a moment to scan the area, eyes locking on me. He points a boney finger in my direction. "You. You're coming with me."

I scoot backwards instinctively, not really anxious to get another centimetre closer to my possible killer.

I love you mom and dad. Thank you for putting up with me all these years.

His eye hardens and he takes a threatening step forward.  I scoot another inch away from the threat. The guy looks even more irritated than he did when he first came in here.

"I'm not here to play games, Princess." He snarls under his breath darkly. Princess? Who is he calling a princess? Does it look like I'm wearing a dress? "If you don't come over here right now you're going to wish you still have legs to walk with.."

I gulp but stay planted in my spot. If possible, the guy standing in front me looks even more irritated than ever.

"Get over here, you brat." He hissed. "I'm not here to play games with you, Princess."

"Don't call me Princess!" I snap before I could stop myself. Oh shoot. I'm dead. The Death Eater backhands me hard. It was enough to knock me to the ground.

"Show respect, girlie! You will regret it if you don't." He threatens. Now it's girlie? The guy kicks me in the ribs with no mercy. A groan of pain escapes my lips. He grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me out of the room.

I try to get his hand off my hair by scratching his hand. But he keeps dragging me, making me wince in pain. The Death Eater drags me out in the hallway, passing through some other Death Eaters on the way. They snicker, jeer and point at me with cruelty. We finally reach another door.

I'm thrown to the ground, hard. My head hits the cold, concrete floor. They pick me up and chain me to a chair tightly. The chair is bolted to the floor. It looks like it was made for torturing...

"Who are you?" one of the death eaters begins to interrogate.

I stay silent. I'm not going to answer anything.

"I'm going to ask you again. Who are you?"

Silence.

"I warned you, Princess. Crucio!"

The pain is even worse than I remember. It feels like I’m on fire, as if knives stab at every inch of my body. The pain can never be properly described; it just can’t be explained. My breathing quickens and I just scream; there’s nothing else I can do. There is nothing you can do to stop the pain. If the chair wasn’t fastened to the ground it would have tipped over. In this case, I’m not sure if that would have been a good or bad thing.