The Dark One

Chapter 3

TW: Assault, abuse, mature language, sensitive subjects.

"I don't think this is heaven pet." I hear a chilling voice say. Immediately I am frozen in fear. I know exactly who it is, and I am NOT excited.

Shit. I think to myself as I hear her step closer to me. Her black leather boots piercing the floor. The cold air surrounding her rushing in towards me. What do I do?!

"I'm glad you showed up." She says whispering in a slow, sharp voice. Her body just inches away from mine now. Fuck.

"W-why do you want me here?" I stutter, getting nervous. She feeds off the anxiety and fear of those around her. I can't let her get the satisfaction of me being afraid.

"Well, when we were in the Great Hall after Dumbledore was FINALLY killed." She walks away from me and looks around her enormous library. "I didn't kill you." She says turning around to look at me. "If you know anything about me L/n, you know I don't struggle to harm, or kill people." She says turning back around. She inspects the old books on the shelves as she walks further away.

"Okay. Well." I say, still not knowing what's going on. I slowly take my right hand and guide it to my pocket to grab my wand. I feel around and don't feel anything. This is when the panic sets in.

Shit, shit, SHIT. I need my wand.

"We have taken care of your wand. Now, I NEED ANSWERS!" She shouts, clearly getting angry. I jump out of fright. I don't have answers for you... bitch.

Suddenly I feel a warm burn spread along my face. I groan in pain as I realize she slapped me. Again.

"I can hear your thoughts. Bitch." She says sharply, looking me up and down then walking away. I look her up and down, inspecting her. Trying to dissect everything about her. She is clearly getting angry as her shoulders begin to tense up and her hands are balled up into fists. We sit in silence when suddenly she screams. "AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!" She screams, it is loud and piercing. I quickly cover my ears with my hands, attempting to block out the horrid noise. I sit and stare in fear.

"If you're not going to give me the answers I need Y/n, bad things will happen. And I promise you that." She mutters as she begins walking towards me, gaining speed quickly. She grabs my arm and yanks me towards her. She begins to lead me out of the Library and just across the hallway there is a staircase going down into a basement. Immediately I know where I'm going to be spending most of my time here. The Cellar. I begin to move my arm as it's uncomfortable, but every time I move, her long pointy nails dig deeper, and deeper, into my arm. We eventually get to the bottom of the stairs and she grabs a key attached to a small ring, hooked onto her hip and unlocks a door. Suddenly I hear a hiss of discomfort come from one of the cells.

Great, I have a roommate. Maybe it's Mione?! It is pitch black in this room and it takes me a second to adjust to the sudden darkness, I desperately try to look around and see who or what made the noise. I am led back to a cell and thrown in it. I slam down to the hard concrete and gasp as I brace my fall with my hands, tearing them up on the concrete. I slowly bring my hands up and look at the red, wet flesh.

"Until you have the answer I need. You will be staying here. Now start thinking." Bellatrix mumbles, obviously exhausted. I simply nod my head, not wanting to make a single second of eye contact with this ugly witch. I sit in the same position as I hear the click of her high heeled boots quickly fade off and the door shut.

"Y-Y/n? Is that you?" I hear a hushed voice whisper. Still not being able to see very well I sit up and get close to the side of my cell.

"Yeah, who is that?" I ask, not knowing if I should've told them who I was.