Remember Me, Forever and Always

Chapter 42

My school has started...

*sobs*

So that means slower updates...

I'll try to update once a week, so...

Well, I'm so sorry...

SCHOOL SUCKS!

Let's go.

Hermione's POV:

Fenrir lead me to a rundown, rusty car.

He shoved me into the backseat.

When he shoved me in, my head smacked the top of the door.

Pain shot across my head and I moaned quietly.

Fenrir got into the front seat.

I clutched my pounding head.

Fenrir started the car and started driving away from that wretched office.

Draco's POV:

I had now been here for two days.

Voldemort had thrown me into a dark, cold closet.

At first, I tried to break down the door.

I had only succeeded in badly bruising myself.

My back was still in splitting pain.

At first, it had gone away because of the unbearable need to her out of the closet.

It was so small.

To lay down, I would have to curl up into a ball.

The wasn't even a lightbulb.

The only light was through a tiny crack in the door.

I hadn't even made a crack when I had tried to break down the door.

Either the door was protected by a spell, it was insanely strong, or I was piteously weak.

I figured it was the third option.

Now, I was slumped on the floor.

My back was against the wall.

At first, the pain was crushing.

I had crawled to the far corner and vomited.

At first, the smell was overpowering.

But before that, it was the smell of blood.

Metallic, strong.

After a minute, I realized it was my blood.

It was from the stitches popping open.

Now, I was huddled into a corner, miserable.

My throat was throbbing and my stomach wouldn't stop growling.

I decided to see if there was a spot where moisture had collected on the walls.

In a normal circumstance, I, and most people, would have thought this to be disgusting.

But now, it was my only choice.

I stood up,my legs wobbling for a second underneath me before steadying.

I made my way down the wall, feeling with my hands for any water.

I gasped.

I had found some.

I ran my tongue down the wall, collecting all the water.

It was hardly anything, but I felt accomplished.

However, I realized that the moisture might take days to generate again.

I dropped to the floor, waiting my inevitable doom.

I'm sad.

This book had lost so many fans...

I've contacted at least three and asked them if they read this book.

They all said no...

I just want to thank IceShard16 for sticking with me and this series all the way through.

I appreciate it!

Well, bye.

~Vanessa