Just Another...Game?

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Third POV:

The air hung thick with foreboding. Everyone could feel it if they weren't drunk or still full of excitement. Y/n was asleep on a bed while Oliver was perched on the edge of his. He knew something was going to happen but couldn't place a finger on it.

Oliver's POV:

There's something that isn't going to be good. I can't tell what it is, I thought to myself. I cast a look toward Y/n as she sleeps soundly. I smile and leave the tent. I need some air. I know something isn't going to go as planned but I need air, I mentally work out. I walked over the mist laden grounds. There were roaring campfires and an orchestra of laughter. I pass the tents one by on looking for something that I didn't know what. I kept searching and keeping watch full. I ended up walking into a figure.

Y/n's POV:

I woke up just to see Oliver's back retreat into the darkness. I slipped on shoes and follow him at a distance. He keeps looking into the darkened parts of the campsite. What's he looking for? I thought to myself. I followed him some more until he walks into me.

"Y/n!" Oliver says startled.

"Oliver, there's something troubling you. I can see it in your eyes," I say.

"It's probably nothing. Just go back to the tent. It's not safe for you," Oliver hushes my.

"Oliver, I know your lying. I can tell," I state.

"IT'S THE DARK MARK!" A man screams behind me cutting off Oliver before he could speak. I look up to see green skull with a snake weaving in and out of the mouth floating in the sky.

"Take my hand," Oliver yelled. I nodded and held onto him as the campsite went from being cheerful to complete chaos.

"Oh, Merlin's Beard! Where's my children?" A woman to our left screeched.

Oliver's POV:

"Mummy! Where Adrian?" The girl at the woman's hip asked. I looked for my right to see a boy being crushed by a wooden beam that fell on him. I leap over and lift the beam high enough for the kid to wriggle free.

"Adrian!" The woman screamed.

"Thank you, mister!" The boy says. I turn to see Y/n is battling a Death Eater. I run over just in time to see her disappear with the Death Eater.

"Y/N! OLIVER! ANGELA! WHERE ARE YOU?" I hear my father bellow.

"DAD! THEY TOOK Y/N!" I scream as tears ran down my face. I ran toward the direction of my father.

"Charles! Oliver! Thank goodness I've found you! Wait where's Y/n?" My mum asked once I came up to them. I was sobbing.

"They took her, Angela. She's gone," my father says rubbing circles into my back.

"WHAT? Why?" My mother asks.

"I don't k-know but I w-want her b-back," I cry though muffled by my father's chest.

Y/n's POV:

"Peter, why am I here?" I demand.

"I am your father, young lady. You must treat me with respect," Peter says.

"You are no father of mine," I spit.

"I did fear this would happen. Well, there is no choice but this," Peter says tipping a bottle of white liquid into my mouth. I refuse to drink it. Peter then places his wand poking my neck. I open my mouth involuntarily and he takes that opportunity. My vision starts to fade and to pass out.

Peter's POV:

I now have to trickmy lord into thinking she's dead. Things are going on my favour. I just hopeshe doesn't wake up. I'll add more potion to her then she'll be free if hethinks her dead and doesn't have to be a Death Eater. I know I'm crazy, but Ido care for her enough to know that she won't be taken care of is she wereaffiliated with us. Now I've got to bring the Dark Lord into my plan, I thoughtas I scurried away with the 'body' of my daughter.