The Marauders Era

Thank you so much

"Rabastan?" A voice called out. At first, it seemed so strange. It was like she had heard it before, yet she couldn't place it. The voice called out, again and again. It was only by the third time that Cassie noticed it was her, the voice she was hearing, the one she couldn't manage to recognize. It was her own voice. She called out again. However, there was no response. Turning around, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. At first, Cassie couldn't see anything as the dark was so overpowering she could barely locate her own hand. Suddenly a single light appeared above her. It was a lamp, an old, expensive-looking lamp that hung high up on a dark wall clad in a rather familiar wallpaper.

With each step Cassie took down the hallway, lamp after lamp lit up, and it wasn't until she was in the middle of the hallway when she heard it. What started as a muffled sound of music grew the longer she heard it, as did the voices, the small but many voices talking above each other. Some were laughing, while others were simply just talking. It was almost like where ever the music came from, it was the presence of a ball or a party.

Cassie walked a few steps before she suddenly halted. It felt as if her feet were glued to the floor, and no matter how much she wanted to move, she couldn't. At first, she didn't notice it. However, the longer she stood still, the longer the music played in her ears, the more apparent it became. It was like a shadow, weaving through words and music, making a swift appearance before disappearing, almost like it was teasing her.

It was a whisper, a dark whisper that brought a chill to her spine. It grew and grew until it felt as if it was surrounding her completely, yet still, it remained nothing more than a whisper.

"Join us... Join us... Join us..." it kept repeating like a record that was stuck. Suddenly a dark door appeared to her right, and as she studied it, it almost felt like the whispers got louder. Against her better judgment, she reached for the doorknob feeling the cool handle in her hand before giving it a flick of her wrist, letting the door slowly fall open.

Cassie felt her shoulders lower in relief as the whispering disappeared, though it wasn't long until they tensed up again as a wicked laugh rang through her ears. The room was entirely dark, almost as if she was staring into an endless pit of blackness, until suddenly a figure appeared. Then another, they kept appearing until there were several of them, their faces hidden by a cloak, making it impossible for her to see any of them.

A pale dimmed light appeared, and the room lighted up enough, so she was able to recognize it. She felt her entire body freeze. A shiver reached her spine as the hair on her arms rose. The scene in front of her was so familiar she could feel her stomach starting to turn dangerously.

Once again, the wicked laugh appeared as the figure standing in the middle of the group rose their hands to their hood and lowered it slowly, causing Cassie to clench her hands tightly as striking fear started to appear.

"Well Well Well, If it isn't my darling little cousin." Bellatrix grinned deviously. "You know it will happen, so why fight it? Why bother tiring yourself out, trying to fight the inevitable? Nothing you do will ever be able to change anything." Her voice rang as it was filled with taunting and nothing more than a promise of eternal misery.

One by one, the hoods disappeared, and suddenly she was back at the night of the ball. The night she had stumbled upon something so dark and dangerous that she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell anyone in fear of them getting hurt. Her eyes flew over the familiar faces she had seen the last time, Antonin Dolohov, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus, and Bellatrix, along with a few others she couldn't quite remember the name of. But this time, there was another figure with them, a figure still clad in the dark cloak, but somehow even without seeing their faces, she knew who it was, and it terrified her.