fanfiction | harry potter : surrounded on all sides
title: surrounded on all sides
genre: general
character(s): asteria
word count: 576
rating: pg
notes: written ages and ages ago, which I've just recently dug up... >_<
You eat. You drink. You learn. You sleep.
Every day, you wake up to the same thing. Every day, you numbly follow your daily routine. And every day, you live in a state of unknowing.
Unknowing what is going on outside the castle. Unknowing what is the truth and what is the false. Unknowing when it will be you, who’s taken away, tortured, abandoned.
But you know it’s safer.
Safer that you’re just another student in the school, another face in the crowd, another head the Carrows glance over as their greedy black eyes latch onto their next prey - yesterday it was Longbottom but today feral grins overtake their features as they watch and watch and watch the Lovegood girl from Ravenclaw in the year above. Who knows who is next?
You watch, as another witch in the audience. You watch as they halt in her steps, reach into her bag and pull out a magazine, bright and colourful in this bleak castle. You watch as they slap her, and her face carefully turns, a red print blossoming on her cheek. And you listen to the loud harsh voice as it informs her of a detention.
And then the crowd around you starts to move again. And you follow them, intent on making it to your next lesson without any more disturbances.
But you’re barely on your third stride towards the Transfiguration classroom before a thick heavy hand slaps down on your shoulder and forces your to turn around and face the Carrows.
‘Miss Greengrass. It’s your turn tonight.’
And your stomach drops, because you know who you’re going to be torturing today, and you hate it, you hate this ‘duty’ which you’ve been evading since the start of the year, because it’s even worse to be chosen today when you don’t hate the victim.
But you can’t do anything. Disobeying meant standing out. Disobeying meant branding yourself as a traitor. Disobeying meant sacrificing your own hide, only for it to rebound in your face and laugh. And that wasn’t the Slytherins’ role in this game.
So you do what Slytherins do, and nod, and throw the hand off your shoulder, and saunter down the corridor, continuing with your daily routine. And when it comes to eight o’clock, you’re standing outside Dungeon Three, scared out of your mind, but you can’t say anything, so you don’t, as you follow your Muggle Studies professor into the classroom and face the Ravenclaw chained to the wall.
You know which curse you’re meant to be using, but you still look questioningly at the professor as you delay the inevitable.
‘The Cruciatus, y’idiot.’
You nod, and stare at the tied up blonde.
You hesitate for a second, and see the wink she sends you, before you raise your wand and whisper the curse.
And then she’s screaming, weeping, shrinking in on herself. But you don’t understand, because the first thing the other Carrow taught in your first lesson on the Unforgiveables is that you must mean it, and you know you didn’t mean it today.
So why is she crying as if she’s in pain?
And you understand that wink she sends you.
And you breathe a sigh of relief, inwardly, as you concentrate on the pretence, right under the Carrow’s nose.
Because, even though she’s a Ravenclaw, and you’re a Slytherin, you’re united, united as students against the evil which has penetrated what used to be a safe haven.
genre: general
character(s): asteria
word count: 576
rating: pg
notes: written ages and ages ago, which I've just recently dug up... >_<
You eat. You drink. You learn. You sleep.
Every day, you wake up to the same thing. Every day, you numbly follow your daily routine. And every day, you live in a state of unknowing.
Unknowing what is going on outside the castle. Unknowing what is the truth and what is the false. Unknowing when it will be you, who’s taken away, tortured, abandoned.
But you know it’s safer.
Safer that you’re just another student in the school, another face in the crowd, another head the Carrows glance over as their greedy black eyes latch onto their next prey - yesterday it was Longbottom but today feral grins overtake their features as they watch and watch and watch the Lovegood girl from Ravenclaw in the year above. Who knows who is next?
You watch, as another witch in the audience. You watch as they halt in her steps, reach into her bag and pull out a magazine, bright and colourful in this bleak castle. You watch as they slap her, and her face carefully turns, a red print blossoming on her cheek. And you listen to the loud harsh voice as it informs her of a detention.
And then the crowd around you starts to move again. And you follow them, intent on making it to your next lesson without any more disturbances.
But you’re barely on your third stride towards the Transfiguration classroom before a thick heavy hand slaps down on your shoulder and forces your to turn around and face the Carrows.
‘Miss Greengrass. It’s your turn tonight.’
And your stomach drops, because you know who you’re going to be torturing today, and you hate it, you hate this ‘duty’ which you’ve been evading since the start of the year, because it’s even worse to be chosen today when you don’t hate the victim.
But you can’t do anything. Disobeying meant standing out. Disobeying meant branding yourself as a traitor. Disobeying meant sacrificing your own hide, only for it to rebound in your face and laugh. And that wasn’t the Slytherins’ role in this game.
So you do what Slytherins do, and nod, and throw the hand off your shoulder, and saunter down the corridor, continuing with your daily routine. And when it comes to eight o’clock, you’re standing outside Dungeon Three, scared out of your mind, but you can’t say anything, so you don’t, as you follow your Muggle Studies professor into the classroom and face the Ravenclaw chained to the wall.
You know which curse you’re meant to be using, but you still look questioningly at the professor as you delay the inevitable.
‘The Cruciatus, y’idiot.’
You nod, and stare at the tied up blonde.
You hesitate for a second, and see the wink she sends you, before you raise your wand and whisper the curse.
And then she’s screaming, weeping, shrinking in on herself. But you don’t understand, because the first thing the other Carrow taught in your first lesson on the Unforgiveables is that you must mean it, and you know you didn’t mean it today.
So why is she crying as if she’s in pain?
And you understand that wink she sends you.
And you breathe a sigh of relief, inwardly, as you concentrate on the pretence, right under the Carrow’s nose.
Because, even though she’s a Ravenclaw, and you’re a Slytherin, you’re united, united as students against the evil which has penetrated what used to be a safe haven.