Servitium| Theodore Nott

Chapter Eighteen

Ivory opened her eyes to nothing but darkness, as if someone had put a black fabric over her eyes. Her body washed over with coldness as a breeze swept by her. In the darkness Ivory brought her hands towards her face but she was restricted by some sort of metal that clasped her wrists together.

"It could have been much easier," a cold voice rang out.

Ivory made no sound.

"Wand," was all Ivory said to herself, "Accio wand." But nothing happened.

"Much, much easier," the voice said again.

"Indeed," another voice cackled and then there was a hissing like a snake. Ivory drew her bare legs closer to her body.

"Betrayal at its finest. Going against your own kind," Ivory cried out as something sharp dug into her leg drawing crimson warm liquid.

"No more," the high voice commanded and whatever it was left.

"You see." The footsteps drew nearer and then Ivory felt her face being grabbed forcefully and long nails digging into her cheeks. All of a sudden there was a source of light. Ivory gasped as she saw red eyes staring into hers the person must have noticed and drew back immediately he wasn't visible anymore and he was hooded.

A black stallion Patronus galloped around the room before coming to rest beside Ivory. It warmed her immediately. Then there was a shuffle and the Patronus immediately vanished.

"Lumos maxima." A white light illuminated the whole dungeon.

"Look what you've done!" Ivory's mouth fell open at the dead body of Theodore Nott the shackles rattled as she tried to make her way to Theodore but she was immediately restrained.

A loud sound startled Ivory out of her nightmare. Ivory ripped open her hangings to get some air and make sure everything was okay. Her body was bathed in cold sweat and her heart pounded against her chest. The room was light, sunshine streaming in through the arched windows. The remnants of her nightmare still clung to her mind haunting her. Ivory had no trouble imagining Theodore's dead body sprawled out across the floor and those red eyes.

"Are you alright? I was about to wake you, I thought you'd slept longer than usual." Ivory groaned, Hermione was standing over her fully dressed in school uniform.

"What time is it?" The dark haired girl asked peeling out of bed and stretching.

"There's about forty-five minutes left of breakfast," Hermione replied and Ivory looked around the room, none of the girls were around.

"Thanks," Ivory murmured grabbing her school uniform and heading to the bathroom.

Ivory had never really understood tears, or emotions, she was emotionally intelligent with her own...but she usually hid behind a wall of indifference. When Ivory felt triggered the world and everyone was placed behind a thick wall of glass, save for Theodore who had managed to break down her walls. When emotional Ivory couldn't maintain loving bonds with those close to her heart. So when she found herself in such a state she would take great care not to damage the relationships she had with people close to her because her tongue had the sting of a viper and her glare was as lethal as Medusa's stony gaze. But when the glass dissipated, she was normal once more. Ivory wished she could manage her tumultuous emotions better, but in those times she couldn't help but feel unprotected or left to fend for herself- her coldness and indifference was a survival mode.

Throngs of students began to gather, Professor Trelawney unlike Ivory hadn't mastered emotional indifference, she held onto to Ivory's robes in nothing but pure desperation as she sobbed hysterically, definitely approaching the verge of an emotional breakdown.