Cupboards are Clumsy

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   Today was the beginning of winter break. Most of the teachers were leaving and all of the students had left an hour ago. I strolled down the hallway to get a sleeping potion when I hear a yelp come from Snape's classroom. I hurried in the room to find Snape hanging upside down by an ankle. I snickered at his face. It was bright red with a sneer. He looked like he might have steem coming out of his ears.
   "POTTER! Stop laughing and help me down!"
   "Of course Professor, I didn't intend to be mean when I laughed. I just found it funny that the students won't stop tormenting you." I said politely while getting Snape down.
   "I hate those children. I am going to skin one alive one of these days. I swear they want to kill me. Now Potter why are you in my presence?" Snape questioned.
   "I was here to ask for some sleeping draught."
   "I see. Trouble sleeping?"
   "Only reason I would need it."
   "Well follow me this way." He motioned for me to follow him.
   Snape's potion cabinet was more of a closet. It was lined with potions and their ingredients. It was large enough to hold two people. As I stepped in the door slammed behind me. Snape started yelling and I tried to open the door. It would not open. I used every spell I knew. It still wouldn't open. Snape then proceeded to yell how incompetent I was. 
   "PROFESSOR, please stop yelling and try to unlock the door."
   "Fine."
   He then tried for the next hour to no avail. At that point we were tired and needed rest. Snape proceeded to shrink the potions and the shelves they are on. He then transformed a pebble into two hammocks. I used cleaning charms and transfiguration spells to get ready for bed. And took the bottom hammock.
   "Taking the bottom one I see. Do you want me to test my climbing abilities?"
   "No, you don't want me above you. You are more likely to die that way." I explained.
   "Well don't wake me unless it is important."
   I did as Snape asked and put a silencing spell. I hoped it would last but doubt it would. I drifted off to sleep wishing for dreams of nothingness.
   I was in a grey abis with fog everywhere. I saw Ginny walking towards me with a smirk on her face. I started to run but she was infront of me no matter where I ran. She then grabbed me and hogtied me. Voldemort then came out of the fog with Vernon. They then proceeded to kick and punch me. I was silently crying after what felt like an hour. What made me scream was when they pulled out knifes. They cut off all my clothes and started cutting my skin all over. By ten minutes I was covered in blood and you couldn't see my skin, if I had any.
   I woke with a jolt. I realized Snape had shook me. I was also on the floor like usual. Snape stepped back and pinched the bridge of his nose.
   "Potter, why didn't you warn me?"
   "I thought my silencing spell would hold up. It had worked in Hogwarts when I was a student. I'm sorry sir. I didn't intend it wake you." I said meekly.
   "Potter you don't have to apologize. You needed waking anyways. Someone took our wands, the potions, our clothes. And the hammocks. We now have Azcaban prison suits and a bucket." Snape explained with concerns.
   As I put my glasses on I saw the suits we are in and the bucket in the corner. I realized this was orchestrated by someone.
   "Do you know who is orchestrating this?" I ask.
   "No, but I have an idea. There was only one Death Eater that the Order couldn't catch. His name was Zardes. He was the most loyal Death Eater. He may be orchestrating this."
   "Oh, well what should I be worried about?"
   "He has an obsession with cutting. He also has an obsession with humiliation."
   I paled at those words. I knew now that I would relive my childhood. I hoped that this was a joke by a friend. Ron would do something like this if Crabbe and Goil were involved. Though I doubted they did this.
   Snape and I went to opposite sides of the room and sat. We stayed like that the whole day. The only time we moved was to use the toilet. I worried that this would be worse than anything I experienced, knowing someone else will have to go through this too.

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