dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

the dark side,

[the girl with no choice.]

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"Go away, away, away, away," the voice says, "Away from your loved ones, away from everyone. But I'll still find a way to hurt them - and I won't stop till you join me!"

The voice broke into laughter, clouding my brain, taking over my mind, ruining me. My eyes shoot open, but I'm still in this nightmare.

Scarlet eyes flashing, skull face, snake-like features - Voldemort is in front of me. I try to run, but my feet are rooted to my bed, I cannot move. His fingers slither over to grasp my hand, he sits down at the edge of my bed.

I'm trembling, with fear, my body sensing everything around me. And then, I'm a panther. 

He smirks, as if this was what he wanted all along. I snarl at him, growling loudly, I snap but he blocks it by building a cage around me, and my jaws hurt at the impact. He smiles snarkily, "You will join the dark side, whether you like it or not."

I bite, I growl, but I fail to do anything at all to prevent my capture. Voldemort has a spell over the cage and everytime I get anywhere close to the bars, I am shocked by an electric current. I could try turning into a human though.

Almost at the moment I try to use magic, I let out a howl of anguish - pain runs through my veins. "No, this cage is magic proof, girl. You cannot do anything -," he leans closer. "ANYTHING!"

And I blackout completely, due to the impact and strain. The last thing I hear is Voldemort laughing maniacally.

* * *

I open my eyes to absolute darkness. Complete and true. I jump up, the hairs on the back of my neck rising - NO! 

The memories of a few hours ago flood my mind and I scream. "You're awake? Ria?"

The soft, calm voice soothes me. "Mads?"

"Hello," she says, softly taking my face in her hands. "And I'm not usually this sappy, but ... we'll be okay."

"Shut up," I smacked her hands away because she made me want to fall apart and into her touch.

Giggling slightly, her lips found their way to my lips, locking them together in a soft kiss of promise. "You got better at kissing - must be with all that practice with Malfoy. Anyway ..."

I wince at his name, absolutely devastated - he probably wouldn't give a shit that I was there in the prison of his own house. A tiny, selfish part of me believed that I should never have obliviated Draco, but I shake the thought away - no one cares.

Along with Madeline, there was another small wizard in the dungeons: Mr Ollivander, the greatest wandmaker in wizarding history after Gellert Grindlewald. He had been captured by Voldemort so that he could make him a new wand, he explained. 

He knew Madeline by her fake name, Luna Lovegood, so Madeline told me to call her 'Luna' for the time-being. 

Days passed in the dungeons with little variation: a rising hope for escape in the morning; the hope dying with our hunger when slops were thrown for us to eat; the Dark Lord making an inspection of the dungeons through one of his minions; them trying to convince us to take the Dark Mark; knocking us out to sleep till the next morning. I hadn't seen a ray of sunshine for months now, and my eyes could definitely see better in the dark. Sometimes, when they took us into the beating room, I forgot to close my ears and could hear Madeline's screams of pain - it broke my heart.

There wasn't any hope for an escape and there never would be, by the looks of it.

And then the doors of the dungeons opened once more, and light travelled in. I hungrily crawled towards the light, until - "Isn't that the hooded girl?"

I shot up to my feet at the voice. Harry Potter. "She hangs around Malfoy. How long do you think they've been in here for?" I couldn't recognize this second voice. 

"Hello?" Madeline spoke. 

"Luna? " Potter's voice held a significantly higher amount of happiness. "You're here? Can you get us out?"

Madeline seemed to get angry at Potter for some reason, I could sense the change in her energy. "Obviously not. You think we wouldn't have left already if we could?"

"You might've been waiting for me," Potter said, wiggling his eyebrows, laughing.

But Madeline wasn't in the mood for this - not after months of starvation and torture. She ignored him and said, "Which month is it?" 

"November."

November? It was November when I last saw light. 

"Are you sure?" I mumble.

"Yes, it's November 22nd, 1997."

It's been a year. It's been a year and three days since I last saw the sun, or anything at all except absolute darkness. Madeline doesn't say anything.

But screams fill in our silence. Female screams from a voice I once knew well. "HERMIONE! " I shout. Someone is banging on the doors of the dungeon. Hermione Granger, that one girl who helped me with my homework and sat with me for hours in the library while Madeline was occupied. I scream again, and the banging continues.

The door slams open to reveal a Death Eater - Lucius Malfoy, "You all are to ascend the-"

But a red-head is already pushing past him and sobs can be heard from above. "Hermione!"

We all glance at each other and follow him, Potter wielding his wand. There is a meeting going on up here, but I cannot see very well for my eyes are yet to adjust to the blinding light of the chandelier. Hermione Granger is lying on the floor in a heap, and there is a red-head bending over him. But then my eyes find another's eyes across the room; silver, terrified and lost eyes. And they're looking at me, but emptily. Only then do I realise, that from the beginning, Draco Malfoy's eyes have never been empty when I look into them - they might be hate-filled, lust-filled, and even love-filled, but never have they ever been so empty as they are now. They beg for an answer to the question, Who are you? I remember you, but in a distant dream. A dream long vanished from my memory until this very moment.

But the eye contact is broken as Bellatrix yells, "Kill the panther! She shall be ours or no one's!"

I jump into action, my first nature being becoming the panther they want to kill. Spells fly, green and red, and I find myself running around, fangs bared, leaping and dodging continuously. My paws are fast, but magic is faster. I bite a Death Eater around the calf, and realise my loss. "Stupefy! " he yells, and I wait for the impact until I find myself behind someone - "Protego! " Draco Malfoy yells and signals for me to run.

My survival instincts take over and I run away, out of the Malfoy Manor and down the street, never stopping until I come to an alley to change into my human form. Only then does my brain function once more - Draco Malfoy just betrayed his entire family and the Dark Lord to save me, and he doesn't know who I am.

Or does he?