𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖔𝖞 / wilbur x reader x technoblade

𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦-𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥

      Across the room I spotted Neville staring out the window, snow still falling. I felt a hand on me, Dream was holding a finger to his lips. He muttered a spell, transfiguring the snowflake garland into a ball before tossing it onto the glass near Neville's face. He gasped while we all erupted in laughter.

       "Dream!" He shouted, face slightly read.

       "Sorrrrry," Dream sang back.

       "Say," Ron piped in, "how about a real snowball fight?"

     Everyone agreed and began pulling on their warmest clothes. I grabbed my fathers old canvas jacket out of my trunk and rushed back to meet everyone at the door. We scrambled through the castle, our pounding footsteps creating echoes in the candle-lit corridors. Filch glared at us as we pushed open the main doors, suddenly engulfed in white.

     "Y/n!" Harry shouted before hitting me in the back with a snowball.

    "You're not getting away with that!" I yelled back and quickly patted snow into a ball, hitting him in the leg as he ran.

    Across the field stood Dream, taking in the day. It would have been a perfect opportunity to torment him but he deserved to appreciate the moment. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about him that way, but it couldn't happen- wouldn't happen. Suddenly I heard a shout, but missing any light hearted trace.

     "Harry!" Hermione yelled, rushing over to him. He was bent over, hand clutching his face. As I got closer I noticed it was his scar.

    Out of the corner of my eye I could see something in the enchanted forest.

    "Guys we should really get back, I think there's something coming." I said urgently.

    Ron, Hermione and Neville helped Harry back to the castle as I took off to warn Dream who was still yards away and oblivious. Our eyes met as he noticed me rushing over.

    "Something wrong?" He said with a concerned expression on his face.

    I opened by mouth but before I could speak I was on the ground. The world around me closed in until absorbed in black. Mumbled cries around me dulled into a buzz and eventually silence.

    I came to in the forest, hands bound. In front of me two death eaters bickered. From behind the tree I was propped against a familiar voice rung in my ear.

      "Y/n?" Dream whispered.

      "Dream, oh thank god." I replied, a weight in my chest being lifted.

      The death eaters suddenly turned to us, one giving me a smirk before moving around the tree and untying Dream. They lugged him out in front of me.

       "Dirty mudblood," the smaller one spat.

      Dream glared at him and tried to shake out of their grasp.

       "Quit struggling," the other one piped before addressing me.

       "Y/n L/n is it?"

      I gave a slight nod.

        "It's your lucky day, you get to come with us." He laughed.

         "Now you," he said, looking down to Dream, "you're going to run back to that castle and you're going to give this to Dumbledore." He untied Dream and tucked a small note into his hands.

        "What, why?" I spat out.

    The death eaters looked over at me surprised I had spoken.

       "Well you're a L/n aren't you?"

       "What does that have to do with anything?" I barked.

      "Your blood status is, well," he chuckled a little, "it's impressive. My Lord's been begging us for someone pure like you." he said as he and the other death eater exchanged looks.

     Dream gave me a concerned look, eyes filling with tears.

      "What are you still doing here?" The short one snapped at Dream. "We'll purge your kind soon enough, get moving!"

    Dream looked back at one more time before taking off towards the castle. I wished I could take off after him, running back to the comfort of Hogwarts walls.

    The death eaters and I waited at the make-shift camp until nightfall. Under the cover of darkness they pulled me deeper into the forest before arriving at an old tree. It appeared to have been hit by lightning, now slowly decaying. A ragged old boot sat near the trunk. This must be a portkey. Abruptly one of them grabbed my wrist, now all three of us were holding our hands over the boot. They stared each other in the eyes before starting a quiet countdown.

       "3.... 2....1!"

     The one with my wrist held me closer as we were suddenly transported through space. I would have fallen when we arrived had they not had a firm grip on me, yet I wasn't exactly thankful for it. The new surroundings were grim. Neatly trimmed hedges led up to a prestigious manor house.

       "Welcome to Malfoy Manor." One of the death eaters said with a chuckle as they forcefully led me towards the structure. 

      Authors Note:

        apologies in advance for the spelling errors that you may encounter but its late and i really dont have it in me to look back <3