𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 | 𝒟.𝑀.

45 | ﴾ Paratrophic Threat ﴿

Persecution room five was the largest and most intimidating interrogation space located within the remodeled level two of the Ministry. An especially dizzying room, it was characterized by optical illusions of dark and green stonework, implemented at strategically angular slants and depths to produce a prismatic and endless concept of fathomable expanse. 

Even the imagery of the floor installed a deceptive sense of floating high above a vertical corridor, despite the physical confirmation below one's shoes that there was in fact a horizontal plane of totality in place. Once at the center, you might confuse yourself that perhaps you had drifted off into a fifth dimension without gravity or finality. The sensation of endlessness was intended to imbue helplessness and detachment from reality. It was reserved for the most difficult of detainees, and had yet to be used.

I came to consciousness in a freezing atmosphere, and my forehead began to throb miserably. A cold breeze offensively brushed against my skin with no mercy whatsoever. My arms were somehow being ripped apart at my sides, held tightly outwards by both metal chains and some sort of energy depraving mechanism, forced to form an angelic and sinister display.

I fluttered my eyes open, only to look down into a horrifying void that had me blinking in disbelief and gasping. I lifted my head with a horrible ache in my prefrontal cortex, and squinted to digest my foreign surroundings in disorientation.

I spent several seconds in rumination, taking in the absence of clearly formulated walls. I seemed to be in a boundless and dark chamber, with small orbs of light glittering in the air before my eyes.

My arms were being strictly strung on both sides by magically reducing channels of tangerine energy that flowed over top of the chainwork ripping at my wrists; spanning from the very finger tips of my hands to where I assumed to be the corners of the room in an extraordinary vacuum tugging me into confinement, glowing and throbbing in streams on both sides of me.

A guard noticed my movement and slipped out of a doorway that I hadn't even noticed was there. I fought pointlessly with the potent magic that had me held in place before giving up all of ten seconds later. Around my neck was yet another form of detainment with the same throbbing hellfire tone. My access to my magic was entirely depleted.

The room was silent and eerie, save for a cavelike suction of air. I stared across the way at the opposing wall while my mind worked out the morning's events. In the dreadfully dim lighting my black eyes probably appeared horrifically demonic, and my forehead was bruising from the barbaric punch I had been administered earlier. I winced and shut my eyes, trying to simply breathe through the pain in my brain. 

It was another ten minutes of shivering quiet and me spending that expanse of time alone with my confusion as to why I had even been arrested, wondering also where Draco now was and how he was handling it, when finally the door that blended perfectly into the wall opened.

I was shocked when Harry Potter's face emerged first. His mossy eyes locked onto mine sympathetically, then he stepped to the side and flattened himself against the imperceivable edge as two guards followed him quickly into the room, capped off by Mad-Eye Moody. One of the guards walked behind me and crossed his arms.

Mad-Eye hovered before where I was being suspended, whilst his specialized eye clicked off of it's rotating axis and zeroed in on me like a terminator robot. I gave him a disgusting sneer in exchange, marveling simultaneously at how everyone looked like they were hovering in thin air.

"Well, well, the infamous White Witch as they call you now," he uttered in a gravelly voice. "Do you like the place? We've worked quite diligently to upgrade our level."

I spat defiantly on the bizarre stonework below me. Harry grimaced from where he was watching along the wall.

Moody rung his thick fingers together and leaned towards me with a threatening glare, "Right to the point then. The last you and I spoke, I was certain we were on the same side of a war. Now, I would be hard pressed to insinuate such a fantasy with confidence, Malfoy."