The Secret Twin: Chapter 14

The walk back felt longer than last time. With each step, the urge to curl up into a ball and cry grew inside me, but I trudged on. After what felt like hours, I arrived at the train station. It was empty, the only inhabitants being a pair of barn owls roosting on the roof. They screeched at me, but I was to tired to care. I just slumped down onto one of the hard seats and buried my face in hands. I felt tears roll down my face, but this time I didn’t try to stop them. Why did my life have to be so unfair? I wished that I had never come here. Before I knew it, exhaustion took over me and I felt myself slipping away into the folds of sleep. Of course, my dreams were anything but soothing.

I dreamt that I was back in Hogwarts, yet this time there was something different about the usually merry place. It was cold and empty. Not a single torch was lit. Everything was silent and still. Deathly still. I felt panic rise up inside me and had to remind myself that it was just a nightmare. It wasn’t real. Just then, an icy voice rang out across the abandoned halls. “Welcome, Belladona Black.” A finger of fear traced it’s way down my spine, sendind a shudder through my body. I knew that voice. I had heard it many times before when our parents hosted Death Eater meetings at our house. “Ah, yes,” said the voice. “I’ve been expecting you.” I swung my head around, trying to spot where the voice was coming from. “Wh-what do you w-want?” I asked, my voice shaking. My mind was whirling, but I tried to be brave. I had to face him. “Oh, it’s simple. All you have to do is follow along with my plan,” he hissed. I clenched my fists. “I’d never do anything for you,” I spat. I was trying to sound confident, but inside I was quivering. What would he do to me? “Very well,” the voice responded. Just then, black smoke billowed up out of nowwhere, engulfing me. I ran for the exit, not caring if it was just a dream. I had to get out of here. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Desperately, I pounded against the wood, but the door wouldn’t budge. I was now almost fully wrapped in black smoke, only my head poking out of it’s murderous folds. I screamed and kicked, but it was no use. As my head went under, I felt my lungs begin to burst. Dark spots danced infront of my eyes, blocking out what little vision I had left. The last thing I heard was malicious laughter echoing across the chamber before consciousness abandoned me.