Death's Dance

Chapter 3: Our Spot

I stare back at his silver eyes with no expression, not wanting to let slip that he gave me the instructions to the adults in the room. Before he pulls away, he slips me a wand that he's shrunken using the reducio charm into the pocket on the inside of my robe. This would come in handy since they apparently took my wand when I was unconscious. Luckily I don't think anyone saw. I give him a subtle blink sequence: blink once, hold, blink twice, hold. We used to do this when we were kids to avoid a beating from Mr. Malfoy. It meant we understood what we have to do or to agree on something. Usually it was to sneak snacks into Draco's room before dinner, or in more exciting cases to pull pranks on Dobby, the family's house elf. Don't worry though, he always laughed with us in the end; they were utterly harmless. Besides, they were mainly dumb pranks like scaring him when he rounded the corners of the manor, or drawing a moustache on his face when he was sleeping.

Draco walks back to the group of overgrown meangirls with a grimace, careful to not let anything else show on his face. Narcissa gives me a look, not a mean one, not a soft one, but a terrified one. Great... Reaalll reassuring there Mrs. Malfoy. I give a pathetic attempt at a smile, trying to let her know not to worry, that I can handle whatever they throw at me. Although, I think I was trying to convince myself more than her at that point. I know it might be hard to believe, but I'm not the bravest witch in the world. Cocky, maybe. But definitely not brave.

"Heyyyy fellas what's going on?" I say in the calmest voice I can muster up, not wanting my fear to show. Thinking about He Who Shall Not be Named was terrifying in itself, but to see him right in front of you.. Now that was a whole other level of scary.

"Shut up you filthy little Half-Blood. You do not speak without permission in front of the Dark Lord." Mr. Malfoy hissed right in my face as he granny style speed walked to where I was still seated in the old wooden chair. His presence was just as surly as I remember it to be when we last saw each other. The wrinkles on his face make him a tad bit less menacing though.

"More grey hairs then I remember there pops. Might wanna invest in some stronger bleach." I said. Well, in my head I said it. Wouldn't dare say it allowed, at least not in Mr. Malfoy's presence. I would be Cruciatused right into the multiverse. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. I've always wanted to meet SpiderMan. Heheh that would be so cool..

"Ahh.. A Smile. How strange, Lucious. The girl seems to enjoy being endangered. Or perhaps, just too dense to realize the peril she is in at the moment.." A strange voice I've never heard before emerges from the shadows. Quiet, dark, strained, and twisted, the voice  could only belong to He Who Shall Not be Named. I knew he was there, I could sense a higher evil than I've ever felt before. But I wasn't expecting him to reveal himself in such a creepy way.

At first, I imagined a weird old man with long grey hair and beard, crooked, yellow teeth, unkempt fingernails covered with blood and dirt. Kind of like the old guy Jafar pretended to be in the Disney movie Aladdin. But... You Know Who was much more spine chilling than I ever thought to be possible. His skin a pale greyish white, veins visible along his whole neck and head. No hair, no nose, no humanity. He wore a long black robe that dragged on the floor slightly, but when he walked I could see he wore no shoes. I was right about one thing though, his fingernails were long, sharp, and covered in grime.

As he stepped into the light of the lamp I felt chills run along my spine. I clenched my jaw the closer he got to me, starting to feel my body shaking with fear. Still, I refused to play chicken. I smirked, leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms and legs.

"My oh my. What a sight to behold.. So you're really back huh? That's cool I guess." Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit. What the hell am I doing right now? Do you WANT to be killed today Ruri? I try not to break eye contact with the giant fetus in front of me. Hoping that He gets I'm just acting tough. Who knows? Maybe he'll like my boldness?? Merlin who am I kidding. I just dug my grave and wrote my name on the headstone...