❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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LXXXV. A DOVE IN HER CAGE
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"Leave me to the beasts and bears,
I'd rather that the feast was theirs"
MARJORIE HAD KNOWN NIGHTMARES BEFORE. They haunted her sleep, yes, but even worse were the ones she faced every waking day. Fear had been her constant companion, looming like a dark shadow that never left her side. She thought she had escaped it all, that she had left behind the terror that had ruled her life. Yet now, as she was forced through the towering, ornate gates of what resembled Malfoy Manor, her heart sank with a dread so familiar it felt like an old wound reopening.
...at least, she thought she did anyway.
She hadn't escaped. Not really.
The heavy iron gates clanged shut behind her, and with each resounding thud, Marjorie felt the chains of her past wrap tighter around her chest. Her breath came shallow, her pulse quickened, and a cold sweat slicked her palms. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to run, to fight, but the Snatchers dragging her forward held her fast. Their hands clamped onto her arms like iron, the pressure bruising her skin, though she couldn't muster the will to care about such small pains. There were far worse things to fear now.
"Move it, girl!" one of the Snatchers barked, yanking her forward so hard she stumbled. The rough gravel of the long drive bit into the soles of her worn boots. She could hear the sneers in their voices, the way they relished in her helplessness. They were enjoying this — her fear, her silence.
She felt numb.
It was as if each step she took, it didn't really brought her closer to death, more so closer to her doom. The familiar sight of peacocks strutting across the manicured lawns only confirmed her worst fears — she was back at Malfoy Manor. She had visited this place long ago when she was just a child, laughing and running with Draco through the rose gardens, blissfully unaware of the darkness that had always simmered beneath the surface.
Back then, being here wasn't much of a problem. In fact, it was somewhat of a respite. But now, every stone, every tree, every peacock seemed to mock her, reminding her of the innocence she had lost and the danger she now faced.
Now, she knew this would either be where she would die, or where her nightmares to resume.
"Hurry up!" the larger of the two Snatchers snarled, his breath hot against her ear as he shoved her forward again, harder this time. Marjorie staggered, but the grip on her arms kept her upright, the bones in her shoulders protesting as her body was forced into compliance.
