Characters:Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Language: English
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❝curse me and see what happens❞
[ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ]
"The curse places the victim completely under the caster's control," she informs, wand directed at the teenager before her. "Although, a person with exceptional strength of will can resist it."
Arielle Lestrange is the only member of her family to ever be put in Ravenclaw, but that hasn't stopped her destiny being written in stone for her. With her real parents dead, she's under the dark wing of her distant relative Bellatrix, as well as the Malfoy family.
Her ancestors stood by Grindelwald, and so does her current family. Not to mention, they also stand by Lord Voldemort and everything he represents. Personally, she'd prefer to stay far from it all, but she's instead dragged into the middle of it all.
The blonde girl cries out as pain traverses her body, writhing on the ground as the mutilated man stands above her with a delighted and twisted smirk, wand pointed at her small form. It's pain without a cause to her, because she doesn't know what it is that the man wants; she has no knowledge of what the Dark Lord is planning, despite her family name.
Scream after scream after scream fills the air and she begins to think that this is all there is - suffering at the hands of a stranger desperate to find out what the villain in this story is trying to do to the already broken world. However, a flash of green from the corner of her eye cuts the pain off so suddenly that's she's left in whole-body shock on the ground as a male kneels beside her.
"Arielle," he exclaims, hands lifting her up from the ground and holding her close to him. "Come on, Lestrange. Don't you give up - keep fighting!"
She forces her head to turn, and is greeted by grey eyes and white-blond hair. "Draco, what are you doing here? You're meant to be so far away."
"Why wouldn't I be with you? You're my best friend in this whole bloody mess, and the only one I can trust."
"Harry. You can trust Harry, and Hermione. Not that redhead though; I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him."
Draco laughs. "You're such a Lestrange, Arielle. Come on. It's time to go."
Arielle allows him to pull her to her feet, her legs almost caving under her weight as the aftershocks of the Cruciatus Curse wrack her body. "Yeah, okay."
