Dean Thomas (

artistdean) wrote in

The noise came closer, Dean's heart beating wildly in his frozen body as footsteps approached. They were definitely footsteps now. He wanted to get away, move, run, flee, but he couldn't move still. No twitch of muscles lower than his throat. He whimpered and heard the steps crunch in a turn at the noise.

He wanted to scramble away, push up and out of his paralysis, flee. Hell even twitch his wand in a spell. Anything.

He heard his name on the wind. It was a trick. They had made his companions tell. Tortured them for names. He could hear their screams rent the air. He whimpered.

It was Hermione's scream. Always her scream. The cold stone of the Malfoy cellar at this back as the scene changed.

(Read comments)

InsaneJournal

Post a comment in response: