"Crucio!" You could hear the voice clearly; feel the pain.
"Crucio!" It only worsened each second.
"Crucio!" This time it wasn't Voldemort who screamed the curse.
"Crucio!" It was your dad. An evil grin sat on his face.
"CRUCIO!" You couldn't take the pain. You screamed, louder than you have before, even when your dad was beating you. This was different. This was worse. So much worse.
Arms wrapped around you, and you screamed again, writhing out of their grasp. But they felt familiar. Safe.
A voice yelled at you, but this time it wasn't a curse. It was your name. Calling it out over and over, becoming more clear each time.
You couldn't tell who it was, though, it was still too muffled.
Finally, the urgent voice got clear enough for you to recognize it. "Y/N!!"
"Draco..." Your eyes snapped open to see you were back in Malfoy Manor. You must have been transported there in your sleep.
"Y/n, what's going on? Why were you screaming?" Concern was evident in his gaze.
"Oh..." You shook your head and tried to remove your arms from his grip. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm good."
"You obviously aren't good, you woke up screaming. Do you need something? Water maybe?"
"I'm fine, Draco. Please just leave." You didn't want him to see your Mark. You knew that the Dark Lord would kill you if you did that. Figuratively. I think.
He sighed and turned away from you as you shifted to face the wall. I wish I could just talk to him about it. I'm going to lose my closest friend...
Soon enough, you fell asleep again, leaving your worried thoughts behind.
•••
"Y/n! Get up! It's time to go to the platform!" Narcissa's voice roused you from your sleep, and you sat up.
"When are we leaving?!" Your heart raced, in fear of being late.
"You have an hour. Get dressed, then pack your luggage." She left the room and shut the door, leaving you to shove your clothes and things into a suitcase.
Once you were done, you raced downstairs to the fireplace. Draco, Narcissa, and Lucius were already standing there. Draco smiled at you, and you turned to his mom without returning the gesture. "Are we going straight to Hogwarts, or to the platform?" You asked, trying to ignore the fact that Draco was looking at the ground dejectedly.
"To platform 9 ¾. The Hogwarts Floo system is shut down right now." She responded as Lucius threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace. The flames flashed green, and he said "Platform nine and three quarters" before stepping in. Cissy handed you and Draco each some of the green powder, and Draco then you repeated the action.
You stepped out of the fireplace at the train station, pausing for a minute to take in its beauty. It struck you speechless every time.
As you stepped towards the stopped train, you heard someone call out your name. Turning, you were immediately rammed into and squeezed in a hug.
"Y/n! How was Christmas?! Did you spend it with the Malfoys? Are you and Draco dating?!?" Kylie bombarded you with questions, not giving you any time to answer between them.
"Gosh, Kylie, give me some space!" You laughed. "Christmas was good, we went to the beach, yes, and no, we are not dating. What about you?" You could have sworn Kylie's expression dropped at the answer to the last question, but she picked up her smile so quickly that you could have imagined it.
"It was so good! So, first of all, you'll never believe who asked me out..."
•••
As the train pulled to a stop after six very long and excruciating hours, you stood up. You stretched your arms above your head, taking a deep breath in, attempting to relieve the tension. You didn't even realize your eyes had closed until someone spoke, making you snap them open.
"What's that?" They said. You turned to see a girl who looked a year or two younger than you, wearing the signature blue of Ravenclaw. Her light blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and oddly shaped pink glasses sat on her head. She hugged a few magazines to her chest.
"Uhm, what's what?" You questioned, confused.
"The stain, on your sleeve? What is it?" Her words made you yank your arms down and you quickly stared at your left forearm. A baseball sized red stain was soaking your white dress-shirt.
As fast as humanly possible, you ripped your cloak sleeve down to cover the blood, and smiled at the strange girl.
"Nothing! Really, it's, um... Bye!" You stepped out of the compartment as you walked, and bolted down the hall of the train, pushing past many kids as you went. A few sent you dirty looks, but most just rolled their eyes and continued gossiping with their friends.
Your breathing sped as you ran, and you chalked it up to just being physical exertion, but when you slowed down, your gasps only got closer together, lightheadedness getting the better of you.
You leaned against a tree, allowing only a few tears to fall before pulling yourself together. I have school. I need to go. You thought.
Slowly but surely, you made your way to Hogwarts, the home you never thought you'd have. The home that you would lose if anyone saw your Mark.
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Fanfiction"I hate you," You whispered. "I love you," He responded. "No, you don't." Y/n has suffered with severe anxiety for her whole life, after her wizard mom died and left her with her muggle father and brother. She gets a letter to go to Hogwarts on her...
