𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

𝟲𝟬 - ❝𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴❞ 🎀

❝𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴
𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬?
𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩?
𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?
𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘩, 𝘰𝘰𝘩 𝘰𝘰𝘩❞

— 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰

YOUR EYES FLUTTERED PAINFULLY, LIGHTS SCANNING OVER NUMEROUS TIMES AS YOU STURGGLED TO OPEN THEM.

your head pounded ever so painfully as your body trembled. you hugged your knees to your chest, whimpering in confusion and fear.

you were being majorly overwhelmed.

flashing lights. everywhere.

voices.

loud voices.

quiet voices.

shouting.

questions.

shaking.

you were being shaken.

you whimper and shake your head, trying to shrug the hands off.

cold.

you were cold.

there was a thin blanket draped over your shoulders, two hands on your shoulders that felt warm and familiar.

"what-!?"

"who-?!"

"talk-!"

their words were distant, the ringing in your ears being the primary sound in your mind.

you hum to yourself, trying to block out the noises.

it was overstimulating to say the least.

"leave-!"

"let her be!!"

"settle-!"

the voice was familiar. warm, welcoming.

tears rolled down your pale [skin colour] cheeks, eyes barely open as the lights faded.

there were cameras. cameras clicking and flashing.

there were people, lots of people being held back by security.

why were there so many people?

only about three people were directly in front of you.

you recognized barty crouch but not the two others.

you could tell now,

you were in the ministry.

in a ministry room.

people were trying to push passed but the security wizards were holding them back. why were there so many people?

why were trying to get you on camera.

your head tilted back slightly, being met with the annoyed face of mr. weasley, directed at barty.

"settle down, barty! give her a moment!" he growled.

crouch frowned, grabbing your shoulder. "what happened, girl?"

your lip trembles, "death eaters.. crucio.."

"how many!?"

"five..."

mask.

evil masks.

"did you see their faces?!"

you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut in pain from the movement.

"barty, she knows nothing! let her be. she needs rest"

the man looked annoyed but nodded in agreement, "fine, yes, send her off to rest"

and just like that you were taken away again.

date posted ; 27/08/23