❛ 𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ❜
❪ ·˚ ༘ °˖✧˚ * ೃ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ˚₊༉ ❫
in which mavis black was known all around hogwarts, but mostly for her name. after losing both her parents on one fateful night, she has many questions about who she is and i...
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FINE LINE - THE CHOICE
Mavis felt the familiar sensation of a hook being jerked behind her navel. The tiled floor of the Atrium was gone; Dumbledore, Harry and Voldemort had all disappeared and she was flying forwards in a whirlwind of colour and sound.
The young Black felt her feet hit solid ground, her knees buckling at the impact causing her to tumble to the ground. Mavis' head hit the polished wooden floor harshly and little stars littered her vision.
Wincing in pain, Mavis groaned as she got to her feet. Stumbling to the side slightly, Mavis took a hold of an object closest to her and steadied herself. Taking a moment to gather her bearings, Mavis glanced around and took in her surroundings.
The room she was in was large and imposing, the high ceilings and cold, oppressive atmosphere sent a chill down her spine. The room was dimly lit by a large chandelier overhead, providing a soft, flickering glow. Despite the tall windows, the dark green velvet curtains were drawn allowing no light in.
Looking down at her hand, Mavis noticed she had grasped the end of a table. It was the centrepiece of the room. The long, dark mahogany table was richly polished and its dark wood reflected the candlelight from above. High backed, ornate chairs surrounded the table which could seat a large group of people.
Despite its grandeur, the room didn't feel warm or welcoming at all. It had an almost sterile coldness to it and Mavis soon found out why. Mavis heard a cackle coming from the otherside of the room causing her to look up.
Before Mavis could even blink, thick ropes bound themselves around her body, sending her to the ground with a harsh thud. Steps slowly got closer and closer until Mavis saw the shoes of Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bellatrix used the heel of her shoe and turned Mavis over onto her back. The young Black stared up at her, unable to move or speak. Mavis' chest was rising and falling rapidly, her breathing laboured.
"Pitty," Bellatrix tutted, kneeling down beside Mavis and trailing the tip of her wand over Mavis' cheek.
Her wand trailed over the lightning bolt-like scars along Mavis' neck and the young Black could feel the wood shaking against her skin as Bellatrix tried to contain her excitement. Mavis jerked her head away from the tip of Bellatrix's wand and the woman cackled with glee.
"What should I do with you, hm?" Bellatrix wondered, her voice just above a whisper.
"You won't touch her," A drawling voice called out.
Turning her head away from Bellatrix's wicked smile, Mavis watched as Snape slithered in, his robes flowing behind him as he walked towards her. With a quick and swift movement of his hand, the ropes around Mavis' body had vanished.
"You should learn how to treat guests, Bella," Snape said, looking down at Mavis.
"Well, well, well," Bellatrix whistled, getting to her feet and kicking Mavis back down as she also tried to get up. "If it isn't the Hogwarts Professor coming to save one of his students."
