𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋| 𝐃.𝐌

Bath bubbles and curses

Y/N ROWEN POV

Death eaters enclosed round me in a circle the closer I got to my parents, they looked deteriorated, drained of life and frail in comparison to the others.

I was standing right in front of my parents for the first time in years, "this is were you have been, this is what you were doing all this time!" I shouted at them.

"Silence!" My father blustered spitting a little, hitting his cane onto the ground, angry.

"No." I looked him straight into his fading eyes and spoke to him, "I have many things I need to say after you left me and if you think that I would not say them, then you are wrong!"

Two other slaves to the dark lord gripped my arms either side holding me back, I hit them at there ribs but they pulled my hair forcing me down onto the departed grave yard floor, forcing my head up to my mother and father.

My mother held out her thin, wrinkled hand to hold a side of my cheek, "we did this for you." She strained a sympathetic expression.

I moved my face away from her hand, "you did nothing for me you never cared about me!"

"All of this was for you so that you could have a better life, protected."

"Stop trying to manipulate me like the Dark lord did you!"

"When you turn 19 it is compulsory that you become one of us, y/n it is your destiny." She grinned, stroking my hair.

"I'll never be one of you!" I spat viciously at her, "get off of me!" I twisted trying to get out of the two men's hold.

"Let her go for now." Voldemort commanded, and I was dropped onto the floor face first, "you will become one of us." He paused, using his wand to lift up my chin, "like Draco."

I refused to embark what I was hearing, Draco my Draco was one of the dark lords prisoners for his desires. I knew that he was a bully nonetheless did I ever see pure rifling evil portrayed in him, in his doll like baby blue eyes.

Was he like me, he didn't have a choice?

There was a sudden imagery ripping through my mind like I was in two places at once, it was the stadium in its present time. All students gossiping, infused in suspense to who might win.

Everybody except Draco.

DRACO MALFOY POV

Something was terribly wrong and it tormented my mind not knowing what it was, everyone was cheering and laughing and talking yet I was sat surrounded never feeling so isolated.

Flashes of inky fog flooded my head, a circle of death eaters Including my mum and father.

Then there was y/n, involuntarily pushed down at the floor being pressured by none other than the dark lord himself.

I could endure her anxiety stripping her mind of any previous decent memory that she still held on to. I could see her clearly and all the servants hurting her.

This is why my mum didn't want me to go to the last task, she knew that this was going to happen. However did she know she was inflicting agony on my beloved, the only reason why she still has a son.

The backgrounds of the scenery and others began to obscure, solitarily leaving y/n in my vision.

Her thoughts were my thoughts.

Her pain was my pain.

Her anger was my anger.

And her consternation was also mine.