Alone In The Dark

Alone In The Dark

It was dark and cold where he was, dark and cold and empty. He had lost count of the days that he had been held prisoner, tied to the cold dirty floor. It seemed a lifetime ago that he had been taken prisoner, stripped and humiliated in front of his captors. They seemed perversely pleased to see him in such a state. It had been just after he had apparated to the grave yard after the Potter boy had told them of His return. He had been found out and so he tried to forget everything that he remembered, all the secret information that must not be allowed to slip into the hands of the enemy, but it was never enough. He always remembered in the end. He remembered what his life used to be, that at one time he used to be free. Now he was chained to the floor like an animal, and fed scraps like an animal. He hadn't had a decent meal since they took him, he also hadn't been given clothes just a filthy towel that they draped over his lower half. He almost forgot what it was like to have a conversation with someone, his captors only called to shout insults and torture him. It had been so long since he had heard his name he could not recall what it was. He often tried to make himself remember it, how his old friend would call him by his name as if he were human and worthwhile, and not just some tool to be used and discarded. How come Albus hadn't come for him? Surely he would have noticed he was gone and being impersonated by now? He had heard whispers outside his door from the death eaters that the impostor had killed Albus, but he knew it was a lie, it had to be. No one could kill Albus, except for death, and that lowly death eater was not nearly powerful enough to be called death. He had discussed this in his mind several times and had come to the same conclusion each time; Albus was coming after him and would save him but the death eaters wanted to hurt him in every way possible so they came up with these horrible lies to tell him, to let him overhear, just to hurt him. But Severus, was that his name, was certain that help would come in the form of an old wizard with long white flowing hair and beard and an insane twinkle in his eyes as he smite the Death eaters who had captured him. He thought he heard a noise over by the window, somewhere between a cough and a gasp, but he ignored it. It was just the wind. Albus would save him and it would not be by way of sneaking around by the window of his filthy cell. He heard a rustling sound and something like a stone falling to the ground. It was imagination, that's all. No one but Albus was allowed to rescue him. He felt a cool hand on his forehead and something cool and wet press against his mouth. He opened his mouth and felt the water flow down his throat. He finally opened his eyes to see who had come to his rescue. He had been expecting to see twinkling blue eyes behind half moon specs and long white hair. Instead he saw solemn green eyes behind black rimmed glasses and untidy black hair. What was Potter doing here?

"Hold on Professor, we just found out what had happened. I'm here to get you out of here."