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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"ALICE?"
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Hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks. Alice was still in the same cell, with the same regular visit from Voldemort each night.
A water bottle and an apple were thrown in around noon, and then she waited for the dreaded footsteps of the man everyone feared.
Every few days, there was a march of a certain group of prisoners. She always ran to the bars hoping to see Henry, but she never did.
Sooner than later, the lights went out and Voldemort strolled into her cell, his wand raised.
They went through the same conversation each night. He asked about the Department of Mysteries, and she always denied that she knew everything about it.
Then came the pain. Then came the screams. And then he left.
She recovered quickly that night. Quicker than usual.
She huddled into a ball and cried. She was getting no closer to finding her brother.
She wanted to get out of there. She wanted to see the stars.
She tried to stand, but her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, ripping her dress. The same dress she had on for the last month.
She had been sleeping better. Each night she had gotten at least four hours of sleep.
She still woke up in pain, but she took advantage of her loneliness.
Her snake form roamed free over the nights and when dawn broke, she was a human in twice as much pain but it quickly disappeared.
Just after the usual apple and water had been through at her, missing her by inches, she heard the series of footsteps that indicated that the march was about to begin.
She ran to the bars. Her heart thumping with excitement. She looked through the pairs, hoping to see the shagging brown hair that belonged to her brother. Her dear brother Henry.
And that when she saw him. That's when she saw her brother.
"Henry" she whispered in disbelief. "HENRY!"
He turned around just in time to see her grin from ear to ear. He turned around just in time to see her.
"Alice" he said, running towards the bars and taking her hands. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they held each others hands.
However, a guard had spotted there little reunion and pulled Henry away and smacked Alice so hard, she fell into the corner, causing a gash to reopen.
She heard his cries as the guard hit him with spells the Alice knew too well.
She screamed for him to stop, and the guard only gave her a death glare before dragging Henry to catch up with the march.
"DON'T HURT HIM!" she screamed, her tears turning into sadness.
And then a voice rang through her head. A kind warm voice. The voice of her brother.
