"ENOUGH." Silence found the room. The blonde glowered. "When I say enough I mean enough." Her older brother looked at her with a smirk playing his lips. "Ari. Calm down. Everyone is silent. You, my dear, did your job well." Draco finished off and smiled. Ariana bit down on her bottom lip. Draco chuckled. A woman walked swiftly into the dungeon. Draco and Ariana lowered their heads in sync. "Merlin's beard! What is all the racket!?" The woman's voice was cold and harsh. The fellow prisoners behind the duo shuddered and backed away. Ariana, the youngest and only female prisoner rolled her eyes in disgust and walked over to them while tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "You filthy traitors." She hissed. "YOU FILTHY TRAITORS! BOW YOUR UNWORTHY HEADS!" They did as they were told. The woman smiled and one of the prisoners cried out. "Narcissa!" The woman, Narcissa, glared at him. "Ahh Ted. How nice it is to see you." Ted bit his inner cheek. "Narcissa, please.. Andie wouldn't want you to do this.." Ted sobbed. Narcissa's eyes filled with hate. "Do not mention that traitors name in my house!" The room fell into darknesss. Ariana shrieked, having been terrified of the dark since a very young age.
"Ari, ARI!" Draco yelled, grabbing on to his sister, "Sis, it's okay."
Ari nodded, shaking. The lights turned back on.
Ariana smiled through her silent tears.
She looked over at the prisoners.
Not one of them was alive.
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Lights Out | A Harry Potter Short Story
Short StoryA short Harry Potter short story
