Hogwarts, my home

This is my entry for the One week @ hogwarts competition. Hope you like it!!! ~Prongs (Sara)

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7. Nearly dead now

“Tarantallegra!” I screamed as the curse flew passed Bellatrix and hit Umbridge. But she did not seem to mind, at all. Bellatrix started to laugh like the mad woman she was.I just realised, I'm weak under pressure

“Windgardium Leviosa!” I pointed my wand at the sofa Umbridge was sitting on before. It started floating, as I aimed my wand at Bellatrix, the sofa sailed overhead. She dodged it.

“Ha! Sectumsempra!” Bellatrix screamed like a child having a fit.

“PROTEGO!” I screamed back. The curse bounced off harmlessly. The next thing I knew, I was struck in the head with a piece of furniture. I hit the ground with force. I had broken at least a couple of bones.

“Now I have you where I need you, underneath my power.” Umbridge told me as she walked up to me and looked down. I lay on the floor with a gash in my head and bruises and cuts everywhere.

“Time to brand you, child.” Bellatrix whispered in her raspy voice. She took her wand and gripped it as she would a pencil. She touched the wand to my forearm, and it burned so badly. I screamed. No one could hear me. I was helpless, defenceless, and vulnerable. I kicked and screamed louder. It was no use. I cried. That was an understatement. I wept as Bellatrix branded mudblood into my forearm. It was like the time Harry had to write ‘I must not tell lies.’ It ended up writing itself in the backside of his hand. I bawled and kicked as Bellatrix wrote on me. She was laughing hysterically. She was enjoying my pain.

 

I wept even harder as she finished. Mudblood was inscribed on my forearm. It would eventually stop bleeding, but it would scar. I would die with everyone knowing what my blood status was. I would be morally tortured by Purebloods. I would have to explain to my children what it meant. It would haunt me forever. The last thing I saw was Umbridge and Bellatrix Lestrange walking out of the Common Room. The muffliato charm had worn away. Too late now, I was too weak to scream. I silently wept until I started to see black spots. I tried to keep myself awake. I tried, that was the best I could ask of myself. I slowly drifted away until there was nothing I could hold onto. One last tear trickled down my face as my eye sight faded to black for what seemed like the last time.

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