The Girl Who Dared

Chapter 2- The prison

Doing magic was a rush I must tell you. It was a strange feeling that I could never truly get use to. It felt like a rush of adrenaline rushing through out your body all the way to your finger tips. Of coarse not old enough for a wand yet, I was very limited on my witching abilities.

However nymph magic was different. You didn't need a wand to do all magic. Just a clear mind, a lot of focus, and yourself.

You can imagine the struggle of the daughter of Sirius Black trying to clear her mind and envision where she wanted to go, when there was so much rushing through her mind.

"Ugh! Come on!" I shouted/whispered

I had followed the steps.

1. Clear your mind
2. Envision the body of water you wanted to appear in
3. Snap your fingers

But after my fourth time I grumbled going to kick my bed post in frustration, but stopped myself last minute knowing for sure it'd wake my godfather up.
Sighing I went back over to the book laid open at my feet. I picked up the one of Azkaban and started at the cover.

Azkaban was a ruthless prison. I couldn't even imagine being forced to live in such a place. Only the most terrible go there and get the happiness sucked out of them.

My father was there...

I had to do this.

I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. A blank sleet. Nothing. Than I envisioned Azkaban. The rough choppy waves. The rocks. The structure itself. That's where I needed to go.

I slowly raised my hand.

Snap.

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Teleporting was a sensation that once again I could never fully explain. It's like I'm working through reality and than I just stop.

Well in this case thrown around.

I realized I really should of changed into a bathing suit rather than remaining in my night clothing. And also I should of realized how dangerous the waters truly were of Azkaban. I was admitly hit with the cold harsh water.

It churned and waves crashed onto me trying to pull me under. I tried to scream for help at first, but water simply rushed into my mouth into my lungs. I tried swimming towards the rocks hoping to cling onto them. But swimming with one arm, a book in the other, with wild waters pulling you in every direction proved difficult.

I knew the only way out was to teleport into the prison. Before I could act I was pulled under by the waves. I knew I couldn't panic or it wouldn't work. I closed my eyes, envisioned the prison, and snapped.

Soon I found myself on my knees coughing up water onto the cold stone grounds. I was heaving my lungs absolutely burning.
Because I was half wizard I wasn't born with the ability to breath under water. I could hold my breath for a good period of time but not forever. Remus told me that might change with time and practice, but as you can tell I certainly don't have that ability yet.

Once I got the ocean out of my lungs I stood up shivering looking around. I was in a random hallway on a random floor. I opened up my damp book and to my surprise... the map of the castle told me where exactly I was.

I remembered a story Remus told me of how James, Peter, my father, and him made this map where it could literally show you where everyone was in a building.

Surprisingly though it only showed where I was.

Interesting.

I didn't have time to dwell on the thought when suddenly the room got move colder than it was and I turned around to see the shadow of something floating coming down the hall.