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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"NOT TRUTHFULLY"
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Alice jumped up and held her head. The voice was so clear. It was if she was right beside him, but he wasn't. She was still alone in the cold cell.
I am officially going crazy.
No, you are not.
There it was again. Her brothers voice. Her brother was talking to her.
She waited for the voice again. But it never came.
She was just tired. That's it. There is no way Henry can speak to her telepathicly.
But what if he could. So she tried it again.
Henry? Is it really you?
Of course it's me Al!
Alice squeaked with joy and a smile spread across her bloody face.
She knew it was him. It could only be him. He was the only on who called her Al. The only one.
Alice?
Yes?
I really missed you.
I missed you too.
And then, the voice stopped. It was like her heart had been full again. If only she knew that she could she talk to him before now. She might've been able to help him before, instead of coming here.
Soon enough, the guards began patrolling again, and Alice really wanted to ask them about Henry. She needed to know if he was okay.
She crawled over to the door and held the bars.
"Where is Henry?" she asked urgently.
The guard glared at her.
"Please, where is he?" she asked again, tears daring to fall. She was terrified that they had killed him.
"Oh you're talking about the guy who was sent to be killed!" he laughed, walking off.
Alice didn't believe him. She knew Henry was alive, she could feel it.
But still the news hit her like a ton of bricks. There was still that doubt that he really was killed.
It was cold. The wind howled outside and stray leaves flew into her small cell.
She huddled up into a small ball, trying to keep as much warmth as possible contained before it got too cold to move.
And that's when the lights went out. And the dreaded footsteps descended down the dreary staircase as they echoed in the silence.
