Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~Swimming to the surface~

So much tension on my body. My lungs are screaming for air. Everything in me asks me to swim to the surface, but it's hopeless. I prepare myself for the last few seconds of my life when I suddenly feel a hand around my neck, a hand that lifts me out of the water. Relieved I breathe in some air, before I lose consciousness.

When I wake up I'm not at the lake anymore. Actually I've no idea where I am, all I can see is these four walls, and I hear two man arguing outside. When I really pay attention I can hear small parts of what they're saying, but I wish I didn't hear it at all....

Man 1: "What did you think....... Drown him....... Kill him myself......"
Man 2: "But master....... Better off dead.... No more harm....."
Man 1: "Potter...... Dead..... Revenge...."

I think I just heard people who were planning to kill me, and I wouldn't be surprised if one of them was Voldemort.... What did I get myself into?

It's so baaaaad but I've written the last chapter already and now I've to figure out how to get there, but I'm so inspirationless atm I'm so sorryyyy.