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Title: Prisoner of Dark
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: Dark (#24)
Word Count: 324
Summary: Hermione is a prisoner of darkness.
Warnings: Prisoner!Hermione described, LightSide!Captives mentioned.
Notes: none.
Dark. Dark, dark, dark, dark!
It was all Hermione saw; all she felt, yet she stumbled into it like she knew exactly what she was getting into. She knew it was a bathroom; the location of everything was foggy and she reached out and felt sick.
Throwing up blindly, her stomach tugged and her throat made a horrible wretching noise. She felt the contents of dry air and fluid fall from her mouth and she knew she was alone. Yet somehow--someway--she didn't know, but it felt as if someone was holding her hair from her face. She doubted it.
--
There was nothing there, she told herself, absolutely, positively, definitely nothing! Then why did she feel as if someone was beside her? Helping her, comforting her. No one would ever do that, the cloud of doubt came over her, she's not worth that much.
Feeling her wounds throb painfully, she sat against the dark wall. If only she hadn't been so stupid, so naive. She had changed. She no longer believed in everything, but doubted it. She was doubtful and hopeless when it came to being freed from her prison.
It was all she had left to call a morale. War had gotten to her and taken her captive, along with the darkness that followed a downfall of war. A war that had brought the light side to bondage. She knew that Draco Malfoy had captured Harry and Bellatrix Lestrange had gotten Ron, and she held captive to the near ring leader, Blaise Zabini.
Such a quiet, quiet boy. He didn't seem the type to--to want to--take over anything, anything at all. He looked like he just wanted a good book. But, that had been thrown away when she found herself in the center of his dungeon in a cell. She hated it.
--
Dark. Dark, dark, dark, dark!
It was all Hermione saw; all she felt, yet she didn't want to accept darkness.
Author: dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: T
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: Dark (#24)
Word Count: 324
Summary: Hermione is a prisoner of darkness.
Warnings: Prisoner!Hermione described, LightSide!Captives mentioned.
Notes: none.
Dark. Dark, dark, dark, dark!
It was all Hermione saw; all she felt, yet she stumbled into it like she knew exactly what she was getting into. She knew it was a bathroom; the location of everything was foggy and she reached out and felt sick.
Throwing up blindly, her stomach tugged and her throat made a horrible wretching noise. She felt the contents of dry air and fluid fall from her mouth and she knew she was alone. Yet somehow--someway--she didn't know, but it felt as if someone was holding her hair from her face. She doubted it.
--
There was nothing there, she told herself, absolutely, positively, definitely nothing! Then why did she feel as if someone was beside her? Helping her, comforting her. No one would ever do that, the cloud of doubt came over her, she's not worth that much.
Feeling her wounds throb painfully, she sat against the dark wall. If only she hadn't been so stupid, so naive. She had changed. She no longer believed in everything, but doubted it. She was doubtful and hopeless when it came to being freed from her prison.
It was all she had left to call a morale. War had gotten to her and taken her captive, along with the darkness that followed a downfall of war. A war that had brought the light side to bondage. She knew that Draco Malfoy had captured Harry and Bellatrix Lestrange had gotten Ron, and she held captive to the near ring leader, Blaise Zabini.
Such a quiet, quiet boy. He didn't seem the type to--to want to--take over anything, anything at all. He looked like he just wanted a good book. But, that had been thrown away when she found herself in the center of his dungeon in a cell. She hated it.
--
Dark. Dark, dark, dark, dark!
It was all Hermione saw; all she felt, yet she didn't want to accept darkness.