Tortured

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Sarah.

Where am I? I can't see a damn thing. Ok let's not panic. There must be a perfectly rational explanation to all this. Yeh right Sarah, one minute you're in your room and then the next you're can't see a thing. Rational explanation my arse. I reach into my pocket for my wand. It's not there. Oh damn. It had been next to me, on the bed. Ok, I'm gonna have to this the old fashioned way. I stand up, hands stretched in front of me like a zombie so I won't bump into anything. The air around me smells stale, like I'm underground. But I can't be, I'm at home. I'm in my god damn room! Except, nothing feels familiar, and it's too dark. Under my bare feet I can feel...stone maybe? I kneel down again feeling the ground with my fingertips. Yep, it was definitely stone. Ok so it's pitch black and I'm standing on stone. I must be dreaming. Yep, that must be it. I slowly moved forward, hands stretched in front again. I flinched a little as my hands touched a wall in front of me. More stone. Brrr, I'm freezing. I don't think I like this dream any more. I followed the wall, running my fingers in the cracks between the stone to guide myself. Suddenly, I stumbled over the uneven floor and landed on my knees. I barely felt the pain that briefly ripped up through my legs because another thought had come over me. Pain. That can't be right, you don't feel pain in dreams. I pinched my hand hard. Ow. Okay, not good. That hurt. I crawled forward until I came to another wall. I snuggled into the cold stone corner and pulled my knees to my chest. As I rocked back and forward in the darkness thoughts ran through my mind uncontrollably. Ok I'm not dreaming. Then where am I, and how the hell did I get here. I shivered with cold and panic and soon fell into a restless sleep.

"Wake up you filthy Mudblood." My eyes flickered open. Why am I lying on the ground? And what did Mum just say? "Huh?" I groaned. I sat up and leaned back on the stone wall behind me then rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Stone wall. Memories of the night before flooded back. My eyes snapped open. As my eyes tried to become accustomed to the dim light I tried to take in my surroundings. There was someone standing in front of me but I couldn't make them out. I felt myself being dragged to my feet. I went to push away who ever it was but there wasn't anyone there. I blinked and rubbed my eyes again so that my vision came into focus. I stared into the space where someone would have had to stand to have pulled me up. Empty space. An evil laugh echoed through the room. That sure as hell wasn't my mum. I turned to face the person in front of me. It was a man, of what age I couldn't tell. His skin was amazingly pale and his long hair was so blonde it was almost white. The look on his face scared me. He looked...evil and strangely familiar. He smirked at me in an amused manner. "Who are you? Where am I?" I tried to control the tremor in my voice but there was no point. I had no idea what was going on and I was terrified.

"Do not speak unless you are spoken to Mudblood," sneered the man.

"What? Mudblood? Don't you da..."

"Crucio."

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Draco.

The girl's screams echoed through the dungeon. I watched her fall to the ground, pulling herself into the foetal position trying to stop the pain. Not that it would help. There's nothing that can stop the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. I should know.

After a few minutes my Father lifted his wand and the girl's screaming subsided. She didn't move for awhile, and a thought crossed my mind. Maybe he'd killed her. It wouldn't be the first time. But then she shifted slightly. She wasn't dead, which was a shame for her. My father motioned towards the girl.

"Now Draco, remember what I've taught you." I smirked a little. I was going to have fun with this one. She had a nice body on her.

"Crucio," I whispered. Once again her screams filled the dungeon. She threw her head back and screamed some incomprehensible words. I watched her body continue to twitch, her face turned towards me. Her open eyes were blank. There was something strange about her eyes though. They looked so similar to my own. Grey and cold. I jerked my wand away. My father turned his own icy glare on me,

"Draco?" he growled warningly.

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Sarah.

I couldn't move. The pain had left me now but I still ached. My face was flat on the coolness on the stone. I didn't want to move either now. I wanted to be sucked into the stone, I wanted to die. I felt a shudder run down my spine. I heard the same evil voice again.

"Now Draco, remember what I've taught you." There was silence for a while then,

"Crucio." The intenseness of the pain once again took over my mind and I screamed as though it would help to stop it. I tried to scream for my Mother but through the pain I wouldn't get the words out. My body kept twitching and I just lay there, face turned upwards, screaming. After a while, my eyes began to pick out another person standing on the other side of the room. It was a boy, he couldn't have been much older than me. He was almost as blonde as the man, but it was his eyes that caught my attention. They were just like mine, grey and cold. The pain stopped abruptly again. I heard the man speak.

"Draco?" he said. His voice was just as icy as his eyes. I didn't dare move. He motioned to the boy, who followed him out of the room, I was all alone. I couldn't stand so I crawled over to the corner where I'd slept last night and huddled into its cold reassuring stone. Then I heard a yelp, the sound a dog makes when someone's kicked it. Except it was a human sound, it was the boy I think. It sounded like he was trying not to scream but couldn't help himself. I started to cry. Tears of fear rather than pain, and slowly I cried myself to sleep.