𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱

Smoke invaded my lugs, it was suffocating, nearly making them both threaten to collapse. Yet the scream doesn't stop leaving my mouth and the tears don't stop slipping. Blood rushed to my head with ease - nearly making me loose my thoughts of what had just happen.

Pain.

That was the feeling shooting through my frozen like veins. I hadn't had the time to be confused in this situation although I should. When I'd been kidnapped from a wedding and my boyfriend disappeared into thin air, confusion should be what I felt.

But that wasn't it - My heart was in pain. Everything inside of it went to flames, at the same times my chest seemed to be caving in. Until this very moment I never realized how much I despised the idea of Ron leaving with Harry to fight against Voldemort. Of course I was never the biggest fan of the idea but I knew that it had to be done - but as I just stood here, entrapped in breath taking darkness I hated it.
And I knew it was selfish but Merlin I hated it so much - I didn't want him to get hurt.

Horcrux's were something serious, it was the only thing according to Harry that could bring
Voldemort down for good: I could imagine the
things he'd do to keep it out of the trio's hands, what Voldemort would do if he knew they were planning to destroy them soon.

And he killed Myrtle just for the fun of it, assigned Draco to kill Dumbledore because he'd knew that he fail the task - I could only imagine what the man would do them if he'd found out their true intentions.

There was no way I could let them go on a suicide mission blindsided. There was no way that I could allow something bad to happen to Ron knowing I could've prevented it,

A torturous melody suddenly begins, slow though taunting and depressing. We'd just landed somewhere: I throw myself out of the hands of the death eater and my body landed onto a freezing hard tile floor.

A hot pain emerges through my jaw at the same time the taste of blood filled my mouth. An strangled cry ripped from my lips at the aching pain - it almost compared to the pain that I felt when Stephanie tortured me.

There was a familiar scent that lingered throughout wherever we were - Black ice? Perhaps even nutmeg? I breathed in deeply, trying to point where I have smelled it before.
Then I remembered exactly how I got where I am and pull myself back into reality.

My eyes snapped open in complete panic, hands searching for my wand. But due to the
water inside of my eyes everything around me seemed blurry in the moment, however the room we were in appeared to be pitched black.
Someone had took me to an pitch black room that reeked harshly of cashmere?

Had they made plans on killing me tonight?
Suddenly a cold hand grabbed onto my wrist, attempting to pull me back up to my two feet.
Panicking gasps escaped my mouth, without thinking twice I swing my fist back,

My balled up fingers landed right onto the death eaters face, knocking his mask right off off of his face and onto the ground. Not wasting another second I stand too my feet, running in
search of a door or cracked window for an exit.
I didn't take the time to try and see who it was,

I needed to find Ron and his friends, I need them to come back - There had to be something that I could give them to help them, some piece of information that would make this easier for them. I mean I am a Slytherin, I'd grew up hearing myths about Tom Riddle -
Voldemort - The Slytherin heir - whatever alter ego he wanted to go bye these days.

The fate of the Wizarding world had been inside of their hands, three teenagers, when their's plenty of adults that could've done it. Nothing in of me favored the outrageous idea and not just because I hadn't been comfortable with the idea of them basically sending the boy that I loved too be fish bait.