Hogwarts Part 50

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Last time you were captured by Death Eaters while revisiting your old home. You met your father and he explained a few more things about your rather dramatic past.

Created by: music826
  1. Life in the dungeon was miserable to say the least. There was very little food, we had little more than a sliver of light to work with, and I won't even go into the bathroom situation. My father really wasn't good company; he refused to expand on anything involving my mother, and basically anything that happened before I moved to my grandparent's house. So, in short, he was an unhelpful lump of man for the most part. To his credit, he did try to question me about my life at Hogwarts, but that conversation didn't go far before we lapsed into silence again. Luna and Mr. Ollivander were significantly more entertaining, but all the same, there was only so much cheer you could produce in a basement prison. There was also that ominous feeling hanging over us all that we still didn't know what was going to happen to us. For the moment, it seemed as if we were just simply prisoners of war.
  2. I didn't see Draco for at least the first few days I was there, but one day he came to deliver our meager dinner tray for the night. I heard the lock turn and waited for the door to open, knowing by then that it was useless to try and run. Draco poked his head in and looked around the room warily with his wand out as if we were going to pounce on him at any moment. He caught sight of me sitting by the wall, and I just heard a loud clatter as the tray crashed to the ground. Our precious meal spilled across the floor, but Draco took no notice. "What are you...?" he began to ask, but some footsteps came clunking down the steps just as the words came out of his mouth. "What was that noise?" a Death Eater peered into the room. "I, uh, I..." Draco seemed to be having trouble tearing his gaze away from me. Luckily, the Death Eater wasn't paying attention to where Draco's gaze was focused. The man kicked one of the half-rotten apples on the ground and cuffed Draco on the back of the head in annoyance. "Well, I guess they're going hungry tonight. I don't know why they bother with you. You're useless," he muttered to Draco, and gave him a push back up the steps before locking the door behind him. I felt rather sorry for Draco. All that work the year before, and all he got was ridicule. Of course, I was glad he wasn't the one that committed the murder, but all the same, it was rather different to see him being the one pushed around.
  3. It must have been a several hours later when the door opened again. Luna, Mr. Ollivander, and my father were all dozing on the far wall, but I had been unable to fall asleep. I looked up, expecting to see Wormtail come to check on us for the night, but instead I found Draco standing outlined against the stairwell. He set down another food tray by the doorway and closed the door quietly. "Lumos," I heard a mutter, and then Draco's wand tip lit up the room. I shielded my eyes, unaccustomed to the light, and Draco walked over hesitantly. He stopped several feet away, shooting a furtive glance back at the door.
  4. "Why are you here?" he asked in a low voice. "I don't know much more than you do. I suppose because of my parents. No one told you?" I asked in surprise. He shook his head. "I wouldn't been down here ages ago if I'd known you were here." "Well, I doubt there isn't much you can do anyway. I suppose you're not supposed to be here right now?" He shook his head again, glancing at the door a second time. "No, I'm not. I can't stay long, but...I'll get you out if I can. When I can," he said, lowering his voice even further. "Oh, and..." he fished something out of his pocket. "I shouldn't have taken this," he said, and knelt down on the floor in front of me. He held up the snake ring between two fingers. "That is, if you still want it." We were both remembering the rather bad circumstances in which we had last parted. "Of course I want it," I said softly. He slipped it onto my finger and stood up, stopping halfway through the door to look back at me. "Be ready. Just in case," he said, referring to his plans to get me out. I nodded, and he slipped back up the staircase. The lock clicked back into place, and I heard my father groan from across the room and look around groggily. I hastily closed my eyes and slumped against the wall, unable to help a small smile coming to my face. There were just some things he didn't need to know.
  5. Days passed. Weeks, it seemed. We got two new companions – Dean Thomas and Griphook, a Gringotts goblin, but it did little to break the dull, monotone atmosphere of the basement. I began to get the feeling that they intended to keep us there until we died of malnutrition, but at last, I was summoned upstairs again. I stumbled up the steps, nearly at the point of collapse, and struggled to adjust to the huge intake of light. I probably looked as if I was completely drunk, but I can't say my appearance was very important to me at that moment. As my surroundings slowly came into focus, I noticed that practically every resident in the house was grouped in the main room. Their attention seemed to be divided, but I only had eyes for the trio in the center of the room. After so many searches and reward offers, Hermione and Ron were standing in the hands of the Death Eaters at last. And though disfigured by a swollen face, I recognized Harry almost instantly. I was careful not to show any signs of recognition, but Bellatrix Lestrange beckoned me over with one clawed hand.
  6. "You. Get over here," she ordered. "We need you to identify this boy. Draco insists he can't be sure," she shot an annoyed glare at Draco. "Is this...Harry Potter?" she asked, forcing Harry's chin up to face me. I shook my head. "No...No, I-I think he's a Slytherin at Hogwarts," I lied in a rather unconvincing voice, hoping that they might go easier on him if they thought he was of their preferred house. Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. "That's what he claimed. But Harry Potter is said to have been traveling with the Mudblood Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, who happened to be right there with him," she looked around suspiciously, as if waiting for someone to defy her. "You know her father. She's probably trying to protect Potter," a Death Eater spoke up from the gathering. Bellatrix looked at Harry closely, and then at Hermione and Ron before spinning around to face me.
  7. She hit me across the face viciously, sending me sprawling across the floor, and conveniently, landing a few feet from Draco's feet. "Useless," she muttered furiously. Winded and beginning to feel a stinging pain spread across my right cheek, I sat up but didn't move from my spot. It felt like the safest option right then. Bellatrix stood in silence for a second, still peering at Harry's face. She looked back at me, and then pulled out a knife. "Perhaps a bit of persuasion will loosen your tongue," she said coldly, and took a step towards me. I scrambled to my feet and backed up beside Draco. I didn't want that knife anywhere near me, especially in Bellatrix's hands. "No," Draco said quickly, putting an arm in front of me. "You dare defy me?" she demanded, turning her attention to Draco. She looked ready to use the knife on him instead. "I mean, uh, what about the Mudblood? Granger? She'd know," he said. I slapped his arm away in a small fit of anger. I knew he was only trying to get me out of trouble, but offering up my friend was no way to do it. Bellatrix skimmed her fingers over the knife lovingly, and then, thankfully, seemed to rethink her plan. "No. They will not give up their precious Potter, if that IS who he is. It seems we must call the Dark Lord. He will know," she said, and pulled her sleeve up to reveal the Dark Mark.
  8. "Wait, what's this here?" a Death Eater held up the Sword of Gryffindor, examining it curiously. I couldn't help it. I let out a loud gasp. I had tried to steal that sword, and it was still sitting in Snape's office. It just wasn't possible that Harry had it. "Where did you get that?" Bellatrix asked sharply, looking rather panicked. "This lot had it with their stuff," he said, motioning to the Gryffindors. She pulled her sleeve back down. "Bind these three and put them in the basement. Now!" she ordered Wormtail, pointing to Harry, Ron, and I. She turned to Hermione, still stroking the knife with a wicked grin. "And we're going to have a little chat."
  9. 11. *music826* Well, you probably know what's going to happen, but semi-cliffhanger! Until next time :)

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