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Our own Prison by MoonBuzzLeto
Chapter 1 : Wrong place, wrong time
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Time has stopped. Tears flowed plentiful as she ran. Her shoes swished with the damp and her too long cloak tripped her slightly but she kept going as if she could outrun the pain but to no avail. It would always follow her. She couldn’t believe both her parents were dead. Gone that quick in a boating accident on their third honeymoon. Her mom and dad and her job as a researcher for the ministry of magic were Celestia Selwyn’s life.  Now she was demoted because of a bitter ex partner at work and her parents really were dead. She was somewhere in a forest she knew. She thought somewhere in Surrey.  Didn’t matter anyway. Celestia sat down on a tree stump and tried to fight the tears but no to avail. She was friendless in this world. Silly little nobody Selwyn.

Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore


She forced the tears to stop and plastered on a fake smile when she heard footsteps.

Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on



And so it was gone. She’s taken everything and left.  Draco muttered to no one bitterly. He hadn’t loved her anyway. Or he didn’t think he did, as his countless affairs proved. His fiancée of three years and old school girlfriend Pansy had found someone else and left him.  It shouldn’t have gotten to him as the last words she spoke were true.  “Your so empty Draco” she had said and that’s how he felt most days. Just empty. So he walked off into the night alone, as he always knew Draco Malfoy was meant to be. He still couldn’t sleep at night, as the nightmares plagued him. Of things he had done. Was forced to do. His white sleeves were rolled up and he stared at the great ugly skull forever branded into his skin. It was red around the edges from everything he had done to try and curse it off but to no use.  He still heard screams, pleas all the time. “Please Draco” one had said. He knew her face, had kissed her once late on the Hogwarts grounds. “Silence Blood traitor” he had said, sickened by her voice. And so he tortured her.

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
another heartache, another failed romance
on and on, does anybody know what we are living for?

“Who’s there” he growled brandishing his wand and stopped when he saw a small dark haired girl sitting on his stump.
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on

            “Who the bloody hell are you on and how did you get on my property?”

                        “Oh, is this yours? So sorry I didn’t know.” Her voice sounded as lost and wounded as he felt. She stood up to leave and he held up a hand to stop her. “Are you, erm, alright?”  He was no good at this sympathy stuff.

Yes, fine sorry sir to disturb your night. I’ll go now. She turned and walked three steps before three high voices stopped her. She looked to the tall blonde man and his face went whiter too. Invisible voices were never ever good. Both witch and wizard had their wands pointed at nowhere.

We are no longer alone Elwyn.  A woman’s voice said

            “Yes, it would appear you are right Ella. Now what to do about them? They could have heard too much.”


“We heard nothing!” She squeaked out but as she did the trees began to spin and disappear.  Soon she found herself in a large room looking as if the walls were made of the tree trunk she had just been sitting on. On the wall was only one mirror and several ancient looking books on creaky bookshelves. There was one rat eaten purple chair, a long red sofa with a gold blanket, a massive comfy looking bed, a teeny table with two chairs and an ancient Victrola on one end table. “What the blazes?” “What have you done?” only then did she notice the Blonde man was still beside her, still holding his wand, hands shaking and handsome face ashen. He was standing before the only door, which was another room holding a latrine, an old claw footed tub and a cracked marble sink. 

What Have I done, you fool? It must have been them!”

He was leaning agnist the wall looking sick.

“Who is they?” he asked and she only shrugged, looking the place over for an exit.

After frantically trying several spells she sat on the floor and wiped tears from her nose. “Well, whoever you are, it appears we are trapped



At this Draco laughed. “Excuse me!” he brushed past the girl and pointed his wand. “Exilito!” he cried out and blue light flashed from his wand hitting him in the stomach. He doubled over. Definitely not good. The girl held her hand out to help him up and Draco studied her for a moment. She looked like a strange cross between Harry potter and Hermione Granger in his eyes, with her wild black hair coming loose from the tight plait she had it in behind her head and her gold rimmed glasses slipping down her nose.  He saw tear tracks on her cheeks, which were flushed and her robe was slipping off to reveal red and white striped Pyjamas.

“I’m Draco Malfoy” he held out his hand and saw recognition flutter behind her eyes, which were the pleasant color of liquid amber.

“C… Celestia Selwyn” He recognized her name. The Selwyn family was his old as his own. He knew she worked for the ministry in some capacity because it was a ministry robe she was wearing.  “You never did tell me how you came to be in Malfoy woods” he said a bit impatiently the girl was staring at him.  “You were a Death Eater” she said with no pretense. “I read all about you. It was your job to seduce information from women and then torture them.”

“Read about me where!?” he demanded rolling down his sleeves self consciously covering the mark.

            “It’s my job, I am a researcher. I was working on a project, a book about his rise and fall”

Was?”  He prompted

            “Not anymore” and he saw her face fall and decided to drop it. He sat down in the chair and sighed. “Don’t worry, we won’t be here long, someone will find us” he said but he knew in his heart it was just a gentle lie. No one was coming. No one cared

The show must go on 
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show

Oh... my...God... I’ve been trapped with a bloody Death Eater.  As terrifying as that thought was she was intrigued. If she could get a first hand interview from the Seducer himself, just maybe Royce would let me back on the project. I guess when Life gives you lemons you make Orange juice. She sat on the sofa and focused her gaze over him. “What was it like?” 

She could see him hunch up, like a cat back on his hackles. “What was what like?”

“Being a Death Eater, Following him. Her slight voice shivered as she spoke.  “Perfect” he moaned “perfectly wretched” and he closed his eyes tightly as if trying to close something out. 

The man was a bastard, Celestia knew. But sitting there like he did, he looked such like a wounded little boy he heart went to him.

I’m sorry” she said laying her hand on his arm and he jumped as if burned so she pulled back “Curiosity is an occupational hazard” he shrugged her off and opened his eyes and Celestia noticed their odd silvery blue color for the first time and she shivered again, seeing why the called him the seducer. “It’s okay. I guess really don’t want to talk about my past okay?” She nodded “So what do you want to talk about? She asked and he curled up like the aforementioned cat closing his eyes again. “Don’t really want to talk, I think I’m just gonna grab a nap” he said closing his and pretending to be asleep. Celestia knew he was pretending by the false rhythm of his breathing. But she decided to leave him for now and study the books.

Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show

 (A/n) the lyrics are from Show must go on, by queen)

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