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Vanishing Act by Bookworm045
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Chapter 19

I startled when I heard my cell door open, much earlier than my meal time.

“Rosalie Weasley,” The cold voice said silkily, and I glared furiously at the wall in front of me, already guessing who it was. This…this thing did not deserve to be alive and well.

“Mr Albino,” I returned in the same voice, mine lacking in murderous cruelty.

He glared.

And I finally looked up, getting a real glance, covering my mouth with my hand before I could scream.

Standing in front of me was the single most grotesque creature you could ever imagine. It was a skeleton, but the bones looked as if they were coated in tar, so Darke they were. The skull, the sockets were empty, but glowed an eerie blood red color, and the jaw was twisted into a leer, the teeth chipped and yellow.

He laughed, the sound cold and twisted and humorless. It sent a sharp shiver down my spine, which caused the laugh to continue.

“Why are you here?” I snarled, shifting just slightly so my body was poised and tense incase he attacked me.

“Ahh,” He chuckled, “Rose, Rose, Rose.”

“Don’t triple-Rose me,” I snapped.

“Patience, young one.”

“So sorry I don’t have patience for someone who is responsible for hundreds of deaths in my family.”

“And you are responsible for two deaths in my family,” He replied silkily, “You have killed two of my Death Eaters.”

“They aren’t your family,” I spit at him, “You don’t have a family. You don’t love anyone and no one loves you. Those people that you have under your wing with your mind-control Dark-Magic tattoos, they aren’t people you can pretend to be upset with me for killing. They were about to kill my family. People I love.”

He laughed again, long and loud. “Another love person,” He mocked me coldly, “You are just like Dumbledore.”

“And you are still the same stupid little kid you were when he taught you.” I quipped. “You make the exact same mistakes every time and you wonder why you keep failing. You will fall.”

He snarled at me for a moment before stepping closer, his wand at my throat.

I didn’t dare take my own out. No one knew I had it.

Lucy’s voice rang in my head again.

…clear signs of being tortured, but the examiners insisted that it was not the Cruciatus curse that he suffered. It soon became clear that the Dark Side had new, much more powerful, much more painful, weapons…

“Listen to me, Weasley,” he snarled, the wand pressing in my collarbone painfully, “You know the prophesy. I know you do. You are going to join our forces and fight for us, just long enough to get your family to see you. And then you are going to share with me the prophesy.”

“I’m sorry,” I said pleasantly, “That’s not happening.”

The wand pressed harder against my neck for just a second before it was gone.

He laughed again, sounding amused, at himself, at me, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter much.

The words repeated.

…new, much more powerful, much more painful, weapons…

“You seem to be expecting something, dearest Rosie,” He said sardonically, his voice dripping in cruel delight.

I didn’t respond.

I didn’t have time.

I hadn’t been paying much attention to the shadow that Voldemort had, but at that moment, it appeared to lunge at me.

And, instead of landing painlessly on my body as a normal shadow should, as soon as the first, finest point of the black haze connected with the skin on my face, I let out a blood-curdling scream, collapsing onto the ground immediately, my hands clutching and clawing at the skin on my head.

Because Lucy’s belief had been right. This wasn’t anything like a pain I’d experienced before. The Cruciatus curse was like a feather to my skin compared to this.

And, as I withered and shrieked in absolute, horrifying, excruciating pain, he laughed and laughed, the sound echoing off the walls, the floors, the ceilings, pounding its way into my head, engraving a sound in my brain that I was sure I’d never be able to forget.

“What is this magic?!” I’d shrieked once.

It was the only sentence I’d been able to get out.

But he just continued laughing.



heeelllllllooooooooooooooo my lovies!!!! how are you? how'd you like this chapter?
even now, i'm not too sure of it, but i'm far to lazy to change anything, so you still got this. sorry. O_O
is ole voldy anything like you expected? i don't even know. i had this dream once and that thing was in it, and that was as best as i could describe him.
i had something to say here, but i don't remember it.
but i'll ask something else instead! who is your favorite character? i've been wondering. who wants to see what happened back at the burrow?


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