𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕿𝖜𝖔

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔

"ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ?" ― ᴊᴏᴅɪ ᴘɪᴄᴏᴜʟᴛ,

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

The only recollection I had of my time shoved into the very bottom of an already occupied trunk, was a man offering me a chunk of bread.

I felt myself slip in and out of consciousness, but I was never able to retain anything that was happening.

I knew I was curled up against the cold hard wall, my legs were only offered a small amount of leeway and in one miniscule movement, I could touch both sides of the box.

That was all I could remember.

There was no telling how long I was down there.

Things similar to this use to happen at the hayes.

Maybe not the whole 'locked in a trunk' thing but the spotty memory. After a particularly bad day with my father- no, with John Hayes - the following hours or days would be a muddled mess in my head. I only hoped it would block out the bad things, not just what followed after.

My lack of awareness didn't extend to the feeling of being stunned and levitated out of the box, leaving the other man helpless. There must have been something over my head or eyes shielding me from seeing when was happening around me.

The faint tingling in my arms faded into total numbness, the lack of control I had over my body was enough to make me want to scream. But no matter how hard I tried to pull any sort of sound from my throat, nothing came out. I choked on my words and remained in paralyzing panic until we stopped moving entirely.

This cannot be happening.

Wake up.

WAKE UP.

WAKE UP AR-

"Ara."

My blood ran cold as a husky voice spoke directly into my ear.

The burlap bag was taken off of my head and the spell I was placed under was removed as well. Despite being able to speak, move, and breath on my own, I was just as panicked.

It was pitch black outside, the only thing illuminating the word around me was a small fire lit beneath a large cauldron. The lack of light and thick fog instantly hit me with a wave a deja vu.

He is going to die.

Cedric is going to die because I couldn't get to Dumbledore.

This realization struck me so hard I didn't even pay any attention to the man holding my hands behind my back.

"Oh it's been so long. I've waited so long for this moment." The heat of his breath burned against my skin, I wasn't able fully turn my head back to look at the man straight on, his wand was being pushed unmovingly against my neck. 

The distant sound of crickets and owls was nearly impossible to even hear, my brain wouldn't let me focus on any distinct sense. It was like my mind was being mixed together in my skull, anytime I tried to put the piece together, it all just fell apart again.