Here is the second chapter. Hope you guys like it.

Chapter two
The cellar


Once the man got awoken from his slumber (a rock hitting his head from the ceiling) he looked all around. He looked every were. There were two chambers. One looked like it was just used to torture people. The other looked like it was used to kill people after they were tortured. He saw many different devices and contraptions. Some looked harmless were as others looked harmful. He saw that blood and bones covered every square inch of the floor. From above there were chains and vines hanging down. It looked like an awful place to be in. He noticed that he was hanging from a device that looked like a cross. He wasn't hanging to low though.
Then he heard footsteps coming from above. He listened closely. When it stopped he heard "Master what should I do with him? Should I let him rot and let the snake eat him. Or should I put him on a (this word was mumbled so he couldn't really hear it).
"I suggest you put him on the torture device and then feed him to snake." After the one person said that he heard a slithering coming down the stairs. He looked, but he couldn't quite see what it was. All he could see that it was coming closer and closer. He could make out a figure though. He saw what looked like the figure of a snake. It was most likely an anaconda or boa constrictor of some sort. When it reached the bottom of the steps he saw that it was a boa. It moved along the trail of blood and bones. It was slithering in and out of some skulls. Going over spinal cords and through rib cages. It was just disgusting of the trails it was taking.
Then in front of his eyes the boa raised it's head, and turned into a human. He thought weird stuff magic is. I think it's a load of rubbish. Probably just some prankster kids using a projector. then he looked around he saw no projector, and if it would be a projector there would be a ray of light some where. Now he started to freak out. Not only was he tied up, but a snake just turned into a man. He saw the person just start to walk. Before he took another step the keeper yelled "What do you want from me? I demand you let me go you foul beast." Even when he yelled that the man just walked by.
He walked into the next chamber. The man then picked up a book and blew off the dust. The keeper looked at the title of the book and it said "How to Torture Your Enemies." Then he saw another man in that chamber just awakening. The man pulled a lever which activated a pit to appear. Bubbles came up from the pit. But they weren't the ones made from water, they were made from lava. Then he saw what it was meant to do. The one man was going to get dunked in that pool of lava alive. Then the man started to flip out. The keeper then yelled "Don't do it take me instead."
The one man looked over and walked into the chamber that he was in. He said "Do you really want me to do that. The master wanted me to do something else to you. Are you sure you want to take his place. Because if you say yes there is no coming back. So what is it."
"I will take his place. Just let him go."
"Why that's odd. Normally people don't do this. Unless if you two know each other. How is it that you two know each other?" The man looked at the keeper curiously.
"He is my son. He needs to go to places he hasn't been to yet."
"Like where exactly does he have to go to? Also time is running out."
"Hogwarts. And what do you mean time is running out?"
"Him go to Hogwarts. You two are just mere muggles. He can not be accepted into Hogwarts. And what I mean by time is running out is that the master will be coming down any minute and he will activate it. So as long as you get on it, he will allow it."
"If you want to I have the letter that he got accepted. It's in my left pocket." The keeper says as tilts his head towards that pocket.
"Give me that." The man then reaches into his pocket and grabs a letter. He reads that it is a letter to accept his son into Hogwarts. "But how is this possible. They haven't had a muggle there since Harry potter went there."
"Just let my son go already. I said I will take his place."
"Fine." He then takes out a knife and cuts the keeper free from his bonds. "There happy you little mortal you." He says while dragging him into the next room. Then his son says "Dad what are you doing here? Who are these people? What is going on?" He says as the one man closes the platform then cuts him loose.
"I'm here because well I don't know why I'm here. These people and I thought I this day would come. They are what's called death eaters. They serve the master of darkness. You were about to die but I couldn't let you. You're to valuable. Just leave and don't look back."
"But-."
"Just go! Don't worry about me. I can't let you die like your mother. I'll be happier when I'm up there. I'll be reunited with your mother." He then looked at the death eater. "I'm ready."
"Good it's about time." The death eater said while tying the keeper up to the post. He then faced towards the son. "You better get out of here while you can. Or the master will have us both dead. Just take this." Then he tosses the boy a potion.
The boy asks "What is this stuff. It looks gross." He then made a face at the elixir.
"It's a teleportation potion. Drink it, and you will teleport to wherever you want to go. I'd suggest go home and pack up your stuff. If you are going to Hogwarts."
The boy then says "Goodbye father. This will be the last time I will see you." The boy then takes the cork off the vial and drinks the potion. He vanishes without a trace.
"Now back to you. You will die today. But not in vain. Well at least to your son you won't die in vain. To us you will. Anyways." After the death eater says that he pulls a lever which makes the platform disappear. He then pulls a second lever which makes the rope he's suspended on lower, but very slowly for more torture. The keeper is slowly lowered into the boiling pit of lava. The last thing you hear once he hits the bottom is a sharp, agonizing, bloody murder scream. It was probably heard all through out the town. That was the last sign of the keeper. No one ever saw or heard from him again.