Dose of Darkness | Tom Riddle |

Chapter Eighteen: Don't Give Up

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The sound of strong waves deterred any soothing effect from reaching Eleanor Peverell, who lay unconscious on a concrete floor boxed in by gray slabs of walls. In the cold and salty air that was heavy with moisture, she the nausea stirring before she even woke.

But when the noise had become too strong for her to ignore, Eleanor's eyes bulged open as she made a heavy gasp for air, sitting up in the darkness.

It caused a dizzy spell to move so fast but it hurt even more when she realized she could not gather where she was let alone the time of day or even what day it was.

It hadn't been that long.

It couldn't be.

Eleanor took short and quick breaths, frantically standing up and rushing over to the small box sized square in the wall that revealed the outside world through a grim lens.

Her heart sunk, pulling her hope down with it and her stomach began to churn.

All she could see was the rough waters like a pool of obsidian underneath clouds that swirled and were the darkest gray she'd ever seen in the sky.

At first, Eleanor tried to convince herself that this was for the greater good. This choice was the right one.

But it occurred to her then that with no sense of time or place, how was she even able to be sure that her friends and family were safe after she left?

Eleanor leaned against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to refrain from crying. She took heavy breaths all quick and short. Her temples were pulsing now as she tried to plan something with her typical Ravenclaw mind. But her mind drew a blank perhaps because she was too panicked in this very moment.

Not a single rational thought could be processed.

In a swift glance she examined her bleak surroundings that were dingy and cold and the wooden door most likely blocked with a spell.

The fear began settling in, inch by inch crawling up her spine.

She once said there were only a few types of fear and this one she could not distinguish.
It paralyzed her physically but mentally she had frantically tried sorting out every detail of how she could possibly attack whoever came through that door next whether it be Grindelwald or not.

She needed to escape and she could only hope that the fight ended with her back in Hogsmeade.

Suddenly, the wooden door cracked around all the edges as it was pushed open, sounding like it hadn't moved in years until now. It sent her back pressing into wall with the waves crashing behind her just on the other side of the wall.

The air stopped circulating through her lungs for the few seconds it took for her to observe the man standing at the door without giving her a glance. She narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering if she were allowed to leave.

But the question was answered once another man replaced the space in the open doorway; Gellert Grindelwald.

"Well, seeing that I am presumably a prisoner now, am I allowed to know what day it is?" Eleanor asked, breaking the awkward silence that filled the space between the two.

"It is approximately..." Grindelwald trailed off, "a few hours since we've arrived." he said, looking into the air without any purpose.

"Where exactly did we arrive to again?" she cautiously asked.