One Wish (Camren) (G!P)

Chapter 27. (Part 2)

"Tell me what?" I rasp quickly.

"That I have your beautiful little friends. Ms. Green eyes and Ms. Big Bum. Although the green eyed one has a particularly large arse."

"You sick, sick asshole." I growl, my anger increasing when I hear all men laugh around me. The man in front of me just rolls his eyes and quirked an eyebrow, holding up a finger and speaking up clearly.

"Let's save us some time and get to the point since I know you'll put more of a fight than your friends." He smirks.

"Now, men."

My eyes widen briefly and I don't have time to register anything else when I feel two arms around my waist, feeling a bag over my head two seconds after I begin to struggle.

Oh, fuck.

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Continuation of Part 1: Part 2.

Nothing else but a tall, abhorrent human being she was.

Thin lips pulled into the smirk of an arrogant individual. Heavy-lidded eyes filled with satisfaction and disgust all at once. Shiny black hair tangled into curly locks besides her shoulders. Strong jaw set in pure anger as her eyes meet my green ones.

"Draco," The sweetness of her voice like honey and silk as she speaks to the blonde boy, slender fingers barely stroking the wand in her hand, tenderly. "Is that them, Draco? The most powerful witch in our world, and the most famous girl attending  Hogwarts?"

I don't dare to take a single look at the humble girl besides me, a small gasp escaping her chapped, swollen lips. I could barely look at the small girl, fearing I'd take the life of someone else in front of her own innocent eyes.

She had been beaten, no doubt. Just like the rest of us, but I couldn't stand the thought of knowing that she lifted not one hand to defend herself like she could.

The blonde boy in front of me, his fluttering blue eyes full of shock and fear, takes a timid step forward. I can see the guilt in his eyes as both Camila's broken brown eyes and my anger filled green ones meet his.

"Yes," His voice is just above a whisper, his voice cracking to the point where he has to look away from us, "That's Camila Cabello...and that--that's Lauren."

Behind the stuttering white headed wizard, the smirking witch approaches in elegant steps and tilts her head to the side. My eyes stay firm as they stare into hers, keeping my fists balled and my head held higher than ever as I'm gripped by two men.

"My word," Bellatrix laughs obnoxiously, the smirk on her lips enough to give me a blazing headache. "This here is the powerful, one and only, Lauren Michelle Jauregui."

I can hear the struggle of Dinah Jane's grunting and Camila's whimpers of pain as both a man behind her holds her down by the throat. Then there was the group underneath us, held in a cage of despair and walls covered with dry blood and the scent of death.

I can hear the roaming thoughts of each of them. Pain and fear radiating off of the staircase a few feet away from us. I'm surprised with how low and rasped my voice sounds when I address Bellatrix, "You knew we were coming for you, Lestrange. You have our friends down there right now, don't you?"

The dark woman's brows raise and a smirk pulls to her lips,

"You're sick," Camila croaks and Bellatrix merely gives her a laugh. "You're demented Bellatrix Lestrange...people like you end up six feet under me, begging for their lives under all that pride. You're nothing but a worm wrapped around Tom's finger,"