Ceres felt the cold marble of the big black tiles on the ground pressing against her skin. She lay here all alone, who knows when those people would come after her. She was afraid and in unbearable pain. In what felt like an eternety to the young woman Finally some rushed footsteps could be heard. They aproached her, and a heavy male voice asked her what she was doing here.

‘slowly dying’ was the tought that crossed her mind. The intense pain convinced her that she had misheard the curse casted upon her and that the killing curse had hit her. She screamed in pain, wishing that if death was needed for the pain to stop, she would take it. She faintly noticed how the man laid his hand on  her arm and quickly retreated it. What was he going to do? In the corner of her tear filled eye she saw how he moved his wand over her body, and the burning pain subsided for a bit. Her screamed died down tol oud wimpers of pain, resounding through the empty hall.

Words were spoken but they sounded like echo’s to her. She heard a few words and the word Potter, fell.’ Potter, like in Harry potter, the boy who lived’ Was the tought that crossed Ceres her mind. Again the man laid his hand on her body, this time he softly pressed against her temple and spoke to her, this time she heard him. Slowly Ceres nodded as she curled her body into a fetal position, pressing her hands against her chest. The was relieved as she heard the pain would go away, this small ray of light was all she needed for now. 

Sooner thans he expected she was surrouned by people in white and the soothing voice that had talked to her dissapeared within the noises of the medics. Last thing she remembered is that  her limp body got lifte onto a brancard. The lightnof the ceiling flashing by her.

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Slowly Ceres inched her eye’s open, not enough to indicate that she was awake but just enough to look through her eyelashes. The events of the past night replayed themselfs in her head and the words of the crucio curse echoed in her head. With a loud gasp and a sudden moement, Ceres jerked her body upwards as she sat up straigt in the hospital bed. Shocked and in panic she looked around her and saw a man, compleatly dressed in black sitting besides her.

Black

Panicking even more Ceres searched desperatly for her wand but she could not find it.

‘’No!’’ She shouted and tried to crawl away.  This resulted in her falling from the bed, from the opposite site of where the man sat. Unsteady on her legs Ceres ran away only to findt out that her legs felt like jelly to her, and she fell tot he ground again. Her body trembled as she remembered those cold and dripping with venom word, Crucio. She pressed herself to the ground, her long brown hair covering her face as the fear rushed through her veins, without her wand she was helpless. A sitting duck. Her left side was towarsd the man and her arm with the mark was clearly visable. She was still in pain, it took away her abilety to think with commen sense, all she knew was that she had to find her wand and get away from the people in black.