Come Save Me
By: Nicole Holmen
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Come on people you know what goes here. Just make up your own and put it here in your mind.
A/N: I thought up this story while I was watching Daddy Day Care. How freaky is that?
///She laid there in the dark room, chained to the cold stone wall, in a rare moment of peace from the bloody torture. She trailed one of the few unbroken fingers she had left along a trail of blood, her blood, that stained the floor and the walls. There was only one place she could remember where there was blood on the walls. The Shrieking Shack.///
(flashback)
"He's gonna be so surprised." James whispered as him, Sirius, and Angel climbed through the portrait hole.
"I still think this is crazy. He might try to kill us." Sirius said, helping James pull the Invisibility Cloak over the three.
"But were safe as animals. Werewolves don't attack animals, just humans." Angel whispered.
"Oh how reassuring." Sirius muttered sarcastically.
Angel glared at him and said, "Just remember, we're doing this for Remus." Remus. Just the sound of his name from her lips made her shudder happily. His brownish-blonde hair and amazing piercing blue-green eyes always made her weak in the knees.
"Hey Angel, come on, move!" James whispered, poking her in the back. She had been daydreaming again. They walked out the front doors of the huge castle, across the large sloping lawn, to the Whomping Willow tree that covered the secret shortcut to the Shrieking Shack. Sirius picked up a stick and prodded a knot in the trunk, making the willows crashing branches freeze. They hurriedly ran the distance to the entrance and climbed in, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak.
"Ready?" Angel asked quietly.
"Ready." James and Sirius replied in unison. The three transformed into their Animagus forms, James a stag, Sirius a dog, and Angel a tiger. They glanced at each other, then walked down the passageway, stopping at a trapdoor before them. Again they glanced at each other, then Angel pushed the door open with her cat-like nose, and they walked single-file into the room. They were immediately met by the sound of things crashing and breaking. They waited in silence for almost half an hour before the noise stopped. They walked timidly into the next room and saw Remus the werewolf sitting soundlessly by a blackened window. To get his attention, Sirius let out a loud bark, followed by a roar from Angel. Remus looked around, startled. He wondered why there was a male stag, a male dog, and a female tiger in the same room as him. Then he realized --- these were his friends.
///She tried to smile as the memory came flooding back to her, but it caused her pain to her heavily bruised face. She laid in silence on the cold floor, listening to the steadily increasing fall of rain outside, until it sounded like it was coming down in torrents. As she listened, another memory came back to her.///
It was a cold, rainy December night, two days before Angel's birthday. She loved the rain, the way it sounded, the way it felt on her skin, the smell, everything. She loved to just stand in it or run around in it, giving her, if only just a few, moments of peace. And tonight would be no exception. She quickly grabbed her cloak, throwing it around her shoulders, and running out into the downpour. She soon found she wasn't the only one who liked the rain. There was Remus, standing on a rock by the lake, arms out and looking up at the sky. He was completely drenched, but he didn't seem to care. Angel walked up to the rock and stood up on it behind him. She slid her arms around his waist, pulling him to her. He jumped in surprise, then turned around, his semi-short hair clinging to his face. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. He smiled and picked her up, spun her around slowly, and whispered, "My Angel."
///She felt herself growing weaker, but that memory made her just a little happier. That is until she heard the footsteps walking down the corridor to her dungeon room. Every step was like a jolt of pain, torturing her, until the door finally opened. The deathly pale face and red slit eyes of Lord Voldemort towered in the doorway. He walked, or rather, glided, across the room to where she was chained. She was just waiting for Voldemort to pull out his wand and say that word. "I will ask you one time," Voldemort said, "Where is Albus Dumbledore?" She glared as best as she could through her matching black eyes and remained silent. "Fine then, have it your way." Voldemort had barely finished sentence before his wand was out. "Crucio!"///
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! If you want to see more of this story, tell me to write more. I already have the second chapter almost done, thanks to the tremendous demand among my friends for MORE! Sorry for constantly telling you about my social life, it's a habit.
By: Nicole Holmen
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Come on people you know what goes here. Just make up your own and put it here in your mind.
A/N: I thought up this story while I was watching Daddy Day Care. How freaky is that?
///She laid there in the dark room, chained to the cold stone wall, in a rare moment of peace from the bloody torture. She trailed one of the few unbroken fingers she had left along a trail of blood, her blood, that stained the floor and the walls. There was only one place she could remember where there was blood on the walls. The Shrieking Shack.///
(flashback)
"He's gonna be so surprised." James whispered as him, Sirius, and Angel climbed through the portrait hole.
"I still think this is crazy. He might try to kill us." Sirius said, helping James pull the Invisibility Cloak over the three.
"But were safe as animals. Werewolves don't attack animals, just humans." Angel whispered.
"Oh how reassuring." Sirius muttered sarcastically.
Angel glared at him and said, "Just remember, we're doing this for Remus." Remus. Just the sound of his name from her lips made her shudder happily. His brownish-blonde hair and amazing piercing blue-green eyes always made her weak in the knees.
"Hey Angel, come on, move!" James whispered, poking her in the back. She had been daydreaming again. They walked out the front doors of the huge castle, across the large sloping lawn, to the Whomping Willow tree that covered the secret shortcut to the Shrieking Shack. Sirius picked up a stick and prodded a knot in the trunk, making the willows crashing branches freeze. They hurriedly ran the distance to the entrance and climbed in, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak.
"Ready?" Angel asked quietly.
"Ready." James and Sirius replied in unison. The three transformed into their Animagus forms, James a stag, Sirius a dog, and Angel a tiger. They glanced at each other, then walked down the passageway, stopping at a trapdoor before them. Again they glanced at each other, then Angel pushed the door open with her cat-like nose, and they walked single-file into the room. They were immediately met by the sound of things crashing and breaking. They waited in silence for almost half an hour before the noise stopped. They walked timidly into the next room and saw Remus the werewolf sitting soundlessly by a blackened window. To get his attention, Sirius let out a loud bark, followed by a roar from Angel. Remus looked around, startled. He wondered why there was a male stag, a male dog, and a female tiger in the same room as him. Then he realized --- these were his friends.
///She tried to smile as the memory came flooding back to her, but it caused her pain to her heavily bruised face. She laid in silence on the cold floor, listening to the steadily increasing fall of rain outside, until it sounded like it was coming down in torrents. As she listened, another memory came back to her.///
It was a cold, rainy December night, two days before Angel's birthday. She loved the rain, the way it sounded, the way it felt on her skin, the smell, everything. She loved to just stand in it or run around in it, giving her, if only just a few, moments of peace. And tonight would be no exception. She quickly grabbed her cloak, throwing it around her shoulders, and running out into the downpour. She soon found she wasn't the only one who liked the rain. There was Remus, standing on a rock by the lake, arms out and looking up at the sky. He was completely drenched, but he didn't seem to care. Angel walked up to the rock and stood up on it behind him. She slid her arms around his waist, pulling him to her. He jumped in surprise, then turned around, his semi-short hair clinging to his face. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. He smiled and picked her up, spun her around slowly, and whispered, "My Angel."
///She felt herself growing weaker, but that memory made her just a little happier. That is until she heard the footsteps walking down the corridor to her dungeon room. Every step was like a jolt of pain, torturing her, until the door finally opened. The deathly pale face and red slit eyes of Lord Voldemort towered in the doorway. He walked, or rather, glided, across the room to where she was chained. She was just waiting for Voldemort to pull out his wand and say that word. "I will ask you one time," Voldemort said, "Where is Albus Dumbledore?" She glared as best as she could through her matching black eyes and remained silent. "Fine then, have it your way." Voldemort had barely finished sentence before his wand was out. "Crucio!"///
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! If you want to see more of this story, tell me to write more. I already have the second chapter almost done, thanks to the tremendous demand among my friends for MORE! Sorry for constantly telling you about my social life, it's a habit.