Collision Course

Chapter Fourteen

I looked around the room with a pit of dread in my stomach with one word echoing in my head.

Chains. Chains. CHAINS!

Why are there chains in this room?!

What was Draco hiding?!

What was this ROOM!

'What do you think this room is?' the stupid voice said, reappearing in my head with an annoyingly gentle tone.

"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!" I screeched.

'It is quite obvious.' it said. 'But don't judge harshly. Think through all the facts.'

I felt my knees start to buckle as I started adding the dots. I willed myself to stay standing. This floor was disturbingly disgusting.

There were pacing footprints. It was a long room, with no furniture. There were CHAINS on the walls, and.... there were more than one people here.

"Is it?" I started asking, too scared of the answer to completely ask the question.

'Yes,' the voice said even quieter in my head, like it too was scared of my reaction. 'It is.'

I gulped.

Why did Draco have a dungeon in his HOUSE??

*****

I raced out of the room, down the halls, as fast as I could, to my room. What. Was. Going. ON. HERE?!

My heart was racing as I slammed the door to my borrowed room.

A dungeon? Chains?

*****

I think at that moment I blacked out. For when I opened my eyes again, I was on the floor, and a face was looming over mine.

"Tira?" I heard someone say.

I squinted. I could just make out blonde hair hanging over my face. Another blonde haired face loomed into view. "Tira?" I heard Draco say.

I sat up with a start, and slid back, backing away from him.

"Tira? Are you okay?" he asked.

I whimpered.

"Tira? What's wrong?" Astoria asked, her gray eyes shining with worry at me.

I slid away further, until by back was against the bed.

"Tira?" She asked again.

"Why... WHy..."I stuttered.

"Why what?" Draco asked.

"Chains... Du-Dung- Dungeon."

If I had been looking up, I would have seen that Astoria's face paled, and Draco's looked own with shame.

"W-Why?" I asked.

"My.. father.." I heard Draco's voice sy, but I was already backing away.

"What was it for?" I asked.

"Holding prisoners..." He said.

"Why?" I asked, my voice.... angry?

"Because the lord said to. He was the master. We obeyed."

"Who-" I started to say, then remember the strange set of prints. "WHat, did you hold there?"

"Our prisoners."

"Who were?" I asked.

"The last ones were Harry, Ron, Luna, and.. Olivander."

I felt my heart drop, and start racing further. A part of me wondered who Luna was, but it quickly was engulfed by fear.