No I can't I hate waiting even if I'm typing it.

Sarah awoke. She was on a small cliff on the sand, underneath where she had fallen. She looked for the rocks that usually dominated under the cliff and saw that they had crumbled in the heavy downpour that was still going. She sat up. Scrambling to her feet, she looked round for ways to get back up the cliff. One struck her. It was dangerous, but what choice did she have? She put her foot onto one of the little ledges and tested it. It stayed firm. She pulled her self up and started to climb. She climbed. Once a rock crumbled and she was left by her hands, but her foot found somewhere and she kept on at it. She eventually reached the top. She pulled herself up and lay for a moment. She stood up and started off home. The door was open. She looked in and saw a mess. There was a note. She ran over and read it.

Sarah clenched the note in her fist. She grabbed her Fire-Bolt and sped out. She flew thorough the night and skidded outside the handsome black doors. She pulled her wand out and blasted the doors down. She marched in. 'WHERE ARE THEY!' she screamed at the crowd assembled in the main room. Suddenly two masked Death-Eaters grabbed her from behind. 'Bring out the prisoners.' said Voldemort's silky voice.