Silent Affinity

C h a p t e r N i n e

The potion was taunting me.

Even stored away in my bedside table, I could still feel its presence.

Being a part of your memories, feeling what you felt, knowledge that was tormenting me holding my interest captive.

My index fingernail persistently dug into the thin crease of skin separating my thumb nail until blood surfaced.

I flung the covers off of my scorching skin and slowly slid off the side of my bed.

"This isn't working." I groaned as I took a thick cardigan from my trunk.

I don't have the strength to resist it and I can't physically handle another nightmare.

I shuffled my tired feet across the floor in an attempt to relieve the nerves building up within them.

My mind racing for a solution of any sort.

"Lumos." My raspy whisper was followed by small flicks of fire illuminating the candles atop my desk.

I used to do my homework in the dead of night, something about the world being shut off and quiet helped me focus.

As I was taking the notes Pansy collected for me from my desk something fell in midst of all the papers.

The letter written to my mother in a state of anxiousness and uneasiness stared back at me from the floor.

Useless at this point.

I'd be getting all of my questions answered now, at a highly dangerous cost of course.

I held the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes so tightly I began seeing spots.

"Pathetic." My tongue clicked. The words began to merge as I crumpled and shoved the parchment deep into my desk drawer.

My mind was growing weaker in more ways than one with each second that passed me.

I brought my notes and books over to my bed and crawled in getting as comfortable as I possibly could.

Maybe boring myself to death with school work will send me to sleep.

I opened my potions book and began flipping through the notes, glancing one last time at the table withholding the third most tempting thing in my life before diving fully into the pages.

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A faint familiar humming sound vibrated in the far back corners of my mind.

My body sunk into the icy floor below me, paralyzed to even the smallest movement of my limbs.

The walls stood tall around me connecting to stone ceilings that seemed to go on forever.

Flames from the marble fireplace roared and cracked creating the only source of light in an endless void.

"She's waking." A deep growl pierced the silence causing my heart to fall out of rhythm.

My eyes struggled to open, blurry black robes and leather boots shifted around me.

"Fetch the boy from the dungeon, she refuses to listen to us and I need her alive." This voice soaked through my skin releasing terror into my bloodstream.

I began fighting.

A vicious struggle against an evil, powerful curse that was bound to my body.

Sweat beads broke out from my forehead mixing with the warm tears that were now streaming down my cheeks.

My fingers twitched, I kept pushing, a jolt of what felt like lightning shot through my arms.