She is the carrier of an unforgivable blood curse.
Circus, Manor, Cell.
Sold, bought and tortured.
Hogwarts.
An escape from reality.
Henry Adair.
The faithful brother.
David Baxter, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort.
The sellers, buyers and torturers.
Pain.
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"HOW IS IT?"
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"You don't mean...." asked James, as Alice fixed her dress.
"Unfortunatly I do" she sighed, heading towards the door.
"Alice you aren't going"
"Who's to stop me?"
"Alice, I mean it, you aren't going. You don't understand what they have planned for you" said James.
"I'm going to Voldemort"
James hugged her for the last time.
"I promise I'll see you soon" she said softly, opening the door. "Bye James"
James sat in the corner in shock. Alice was gone. Alice was gone.
After snapping out of his daze, he jumped up and ran after Alice, hoping it wasn't too late.
But he was.
Voldemort had put shackles on her wrists, and was about to leave with his prize when James rushed in.
"Please, you don't need her!" he shouted, slightly out of breath.
Voldemort turned around with a smirk on his face.
"I do, and I will find a way to have you if you don't shut your mouth"
James fell silent and his father took hold of his arm to make sure he didn't run. But he still tried. With Alice gone, he had no one. He had no friend.
"Good idea" laughed Voldmort, squeezing Alice's wrist tighter each second.
Within seconds, they were transported from one place to another. And the place wasn't welcoming.
Voldemort pushed her inside the run-down building, and led her down a series of stairs.
And the stairs led to a horrible place. Rows and rows of cells, each containing a man woman or child.
Alice scanned the cells for her brother and a girl about James age, but she didn't see anyone before she was thrown into her new home.
A cell of her own.
As she fell to the ground, she felt something snap, and then pain shot around her body. She knew that her ribs finally gave up, and at least two had snapped.
The ringing of the metal door slamming, rang around her head making her dizzy and crash to the floor.
She curled up into a ball. She thought it would be easier to find them. But she was wrong. She had made the wrong choice.
Alice was scared. She was alone.
"Your gonna be here a while" sneered an unfamiliar voice. "Drink this, we can't have you dying"
He threw her a bottle of water and she took a small sip, trying to make it last.
"What do they want from me?" she asked shyly, eyeing his wand.
"Nothing you need to worry about" he laughed, walking off, handing out water to all the other miserable prisoners.
Alice didn't want to cry, but it was becoming harder and harder.
The hope had been ripped from her heart once again. She didn't know if she would be able to keep her promise.
She wasn't afraid of dying. She was afraid of letting James down.
She pulled out the crumpled letters from her brother and stared at them. This was the only proof she had of him being truly alive.
Suddenly a door slammed and everything went dark. Alice stuffed the letters into her pocket and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but that's all she could do.
She heard footsteps and slight wimpers from the other cells. But they had nothing to worry about. It was Alice that should be worried.
A jangle of keys could be heard, and Alice jumped to her feet.
Her hands was shaking and her heart was pounding as if it wanted to escape her weak body.
It was Voldemort. The last person anyone wanted to see at that moment.
"How is it?" he asked sweetly, walking towards her.
"How's what?" she asked barely louder than a whisper.
"Your new home of course. We made it extra special" he sneered, taking out his wand. "But it's also the most protected cells. We can't have you escaping"
Alice knew he didn't come here to say only that. He had his wand raised.
"I need you to tell me something very important"
Alice nodded, knowing she would never tell, whatever it was.
"Tell me what's in the Department of Mystries?"
"I don't know" she answered.
She heard David talking about it before. It had something got to do with prophecies. But it also had something to do with Harry. And for him to be safe, she knew she couldn't tell.
"I think you do" he said annoyed, but keeping calm.
"I don't"
"Sure?"
"Yes, and even if I did, you would be the last person I would ever tell!" she threatened, wishing she hadn't.
Voldemort raised his wand and a red, purple and yellow sparks emerged from her wand.
