Sneak Peek!
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[music| Abra Cadaver- The Hives]
Just a little sneak peek of the upcoming chapter. It's almost done, so hopefully by the end of the week, you shall see it posted on here.
A portion from chapter 13, entitled "Visiting Hours"...
It was especially cold that day on the tiny island in the middle of the North Sea.
Every breath taken by any prisoner came out as a shallow shudder; their thin blankets not doing much in terms of warmth.
Little clouds of hot air could be seen coming out of all the cells, as the staff rushed to place Heating Charms in various spots on the island. The charms were mostly for what little staff was there, but if it benefited the prisoners as well, then so be it.
The Dementors could be seen floating around; their decayed hands latching on to a prisoner’s bars every now and then to stop for a snack.
The Ministry was trying to cut down on the amount of Dementors within wizarding England. After the fiasco in Harry Potter’s fifth year at Hogwarts, they were starting to be seen as an asset, but as a burden as well. Nowadays, they were still in use, but kept under strict control by the guards of the island.
A young guard walked along one of the many darkened halls in the fortress that was Azkaban, his blue eyes scanning the hall in front of him, before looking over his shoulder at a sudden sound.
He kept walking when he heard it again, but just faintly. As he continued to walk, it grew louder, to the point where he could figure out what the sound was. It was a whistle, and a very low one at that.
The guard walked to the end of the hallway and turned to the cell on his left, where the whistle was coming from. He peeked inside, expecting to find one of the many deranged male prisoners that inhabited the fortress, only to find a female prisoner instead.
The woman caged within had to be, at this point in time, in her late twenties, early thirties. She had long brown hair that reached to just above the small of her back. It was unruly, knotted, and matted in some places; no one could tell that she once used her hair as a way to attract men. Her face was shaped like an elongated oval; a perfect match for her long limbs. Her grey Azkaban standard uniform was entirely too big, engulfing her now rail-thin frame.
When the guard came upon her, she was staring at the ground, her knees pulled up to her chest so her chin could rest on said knees. One long, pale finger was running along the dirt floor, making shapes and words at random intervals.
The guard continued to look at her as she whistled away a tune that seemed familiar, yet foreign at the same time.
All of a sudden the whistling stopped, and the woman whipped up her head, her blue eyes alight with fear and excitement as they locked with the guard’s.
“It’s happening again.”
And that's where I shall leave you. :D
By the way, if you came upon this journal through either my personal site, or even from one of the fanfic sites that I post on, please comment and let me know. I would like to know if readers actually do visit to see if I should continue with this journal or not. Thanks. :D
xoxox
busy][music| Abra Cadaver- The Hives]
Just a little sneak peek of the upcoming chapter. It's almost done, so hopefully by the end of the week, you shall see it posted on here.
A portion from chapter 13, entitled "Visiting Hours"...
It was especially cold that day on the tiny island in the middle of the North Sea.
Every breath taken by any prisoner came out as a shallow shudder; their thin blankets not doing much in terms of warmth.
Little clouds of hot air could be seen coming out of all the cells, as the staff rushed to place Heating Charms in various spots on the island. The charms were mostly for what little staff was there, but if it benefited the prisoners as well, then so be it.
The Dementors could be seen floating around; their decayed hands latching on to a prisoner’s bars every now and then to stop for a snack.
The Ministry was trying to cut down on the amount of Dementors within wizarding England. After the fiasco in Harry Potter’s fifth year at Hogwarts, they were starting to be seen as an asset, but as a burden as well. Nowadays, they were still in use, but kept under strict control by the guards of the island.
A young guard walked along one of the many darkened halls in the fortress that was Azkaban, his blue eyes scanning the hall in front of him, before looking over his shoulder at a sudden sound.
He kept walking when he heard it again, but just faintly. As he continued to walk, it grew louder, to the point where he could figure out what the sound was. It was a whistle, and a very low one at that.
The guard walked to the end of the hallway and turned to the cell on his left, where the whistle was coming from. He peeked inside, expecting to find one of the many deranged male prisoners that inhabited the fortress, only to find a female prisoner instead.
The woman caged within had to be, at this point in time, in her late twenties, early thirties. She had long brown hair that reached to just above the small of her back. It was unruly, knotted, and matted in some places; no one could tell that she once used her hair as a way to attract men. Her face was shaped like an elongated oval; a perfect match for her long limbs. Her grey Azkaban standard uniform was entirely too big, engulfing her now rail-thin frame.
When the guard came upon her, she was staring at the ground, her knees pulled up to her chest so her chin could rest on said knees. One long, pale finger was running along the dirt floor, making shapes and words at random intervals.
The guard continued to look at her as she whistled away a tune that seemed familiar, yet foreign at the same time.
All of a sudden the whistling stopped, and the woman whipped up her head, her blue eyes alight with fear and excitement as they locked with the guard’s.
“It’s happening again.”
And that's where I shall leave you. :D
By the way, if you came upon this journal through either my personal site, or even from one of the fanfic sites that I post on, please comment and let me know. I would like to know if readers actually do visit to see if I should continue with this journal or not. Thanks. :D
xoxox
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Date: 2006-08-01 04:51 pm (UTC)My, I am looking forward on reading this chapter..
The description of her, sitting there and drawing in the dust, was really
fabulous...
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Date: 2006-08-01 04:57 pm (UTC)Thanks! Glad you liked the description of the woman (whose identity shall be revealed later on in the chapter).
xoxox