Author's note : I do not own Harry Potter or anything associate with the books. I only own the OC Willow.

She came to me last night, asking me to listen to her story. Not allowing me to sleep until she had finished telling me. She is insisting that I write her story so that others may know. Willow is a very strong woman, who has suffered lots of hardships in her life. She has survived, but her story is a sad one. There is love and loss and lots of tears. Draco apparently has a big mouth. After writing his story, he told the others how to get me to write theirs. Willow came and Harry seems to be waiting in the wings.

Please read and review. Tell me what you think, what I can improve on, what needs to be left out. Help me write better, please.

Willow and the Shaggy Dog

My name is Willow. I lost my parents to Voldemort when I was 5 years old. After being held prisoner in a cellar by him for 6 years, I vowed that I would never, ever used magic for any reason. My name is Willow and this is my story.

Hearing a crash and a scream, 5 year old Willow sat up in bed, wondering what was happening. She had never heard her mother scream before. Footsteps were coming up the stairs. They stopped at her door. Slowly the doorknob began to turn. Frightened, Willow pulled the covers up to her chin, not knowing who would be standing there when the door was opened. She watched, wide eyed, as a shadow slowly appeared as the door was pushed open. The last thing she remembered was the sneer on his face as he pointed his wand at her. Thinking how evil he looked, she was put to sleep.

Testing her eye lids, she pulled them open, only to close them again. Slowly she pried them open again and began to take in her surroundings. It was dark and cold. The stone floor she was lying on was hard and damp. She saw a single candle burning near a wooden door with bars on the window. Slowly, she made her way to a sitting position, not really believing that this wasn't a dream. As she was starting to stand, the wooden door opened and in walked the most evil man she had ever seen, her kidnapper.

"Well, now. I see you are awake, Willow. I trust you slept well." He said walking towards her.

Willow shrank back against the wall, not wanting to have any contact with this monster in front of her. He reached out a hand and ran a bony finger down the side of her face.

"Such a beautiful child, it's a shame that I have to do this, but you must pay for you parents disloyalty." He hissed. Raising his wand he cried, "Crucio!"

Willow fell to the ground, writhing in pain, screaming out as she felt like she was burning from the inside out. 'It will all be over soon. I'm dying, I'm going to explode.' She thought through the pain. Then it stopped, as suddenly as it had started. She opened her eyes to see him laughing at her.

"That's enough for now; I'll be back, though. There is more that you must suffer." He said and swept out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Willow stared at the ceiling, watching water drip from it in places. Several long moments later, she sat up again. Standing on wobbly legs, she made her way to the small table with a jug of water on it. Pulling the cap off, she took a long drink of water and noticed that there were 3 slices of bread. Taking a bite, she saved the rest for later, not knowing when or if she would get more. Having no windows, she could not tell what time of day it was. She had no idea how long she had been here already, or how long it would be before he killed her. There was no doubt in her mind that he had killed her parents. How long would she last before she followed them? Sliding down the wall, the tears started to fall. Her light brown hair was tangled, hanging down past her shoulders. Her bright green eyes glistened with tears as she looked up at the ceiling. She heard movement above her, and wondered if he was coming back to inflict more pain on her.

She sat there for a long time for he came back. "Ready for more?" he laughed. "Crucio!" he cried, not giving her a chance to answer. The burning pain lasted longer this time. Willow screamed and begged for him to stop. She writhed on the floor, trying to get away from him. After an eternity, he stopped. "Mind your rations, that's all you get for a week." His cloak swept around him as he left the room again, locking the door behind him.

Willow lay still, breathing heavily, wondering how long he would keep her here. What would happen if she just gave up, would she die? Should she keep fighting to remain alive?