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"Where are you taking me Jisung?" Nari asked completely off guard, being dragged behind the younger boy as he half ran towards a doorway. "It's Mark." Jisung was frantic, almost tripping over his own feet. "He's not himself, it's like he's possessed!"
"Possessed by what? What's happening?" Nari exclaimed, feeling disorientated. They had reached the door and Jisung turned to the girl with a nervous, fear ridden expression. "You-know-who."
Voldemort.
The door opened and Jisung walked in, Nari following closely behind. However, what she saw wasn't what she thought at all. Mark layed on the floor, back arched and loud agonising shouts of pain emitted from him. His eyes were glazed over and his snarl was animalistic. "Look at me." Mark hissed out, voice distorted and heavily spine chilling.
Mark's head twitched to the side, him trying to fight the evil presence off of him, trying to block him out of his head. Mark yelled out, feeling immense pressure on him. "Get- get out." Mark managed to get out, clenching his fists and screwing his eyes shut. As he sat up, his head stretched back and the veins bulged, every nerve of his felt on fire.
"Oh my God." Nari breathed, Chenle jumping in fear as Mark let out another growl of pain, fighting the Dark Lord within him.
"Mark..." Nari began, cautiously walking towards him. His head snapped up to her, his eyes pitch black and a smirk plastered on his face. "Jeong Nari, how lovely to fin- stop! Stop! Go away!" Mark yelled, gripping his hair in his hands.
"Hey Mark, Mark look at me." Nari demanded, placing a hand on his arm to which he instantly flinched and drew his wand at her, the end touching her throat. "I-its me Nari." She stumbled out, hardly above a normal inside voice.
"This isn't you Mark, it's not you." She repeated, slowly reaching up to the wand."
"He can't hurt you, you're in control okay, don't let him get inside your head." She spoke calmly, retrieving his wand and rolling it behind her.
"You don't know love, or happiness or friendship." Mark coughed out, directing his words to the evil that lingered in him. "I feel sorry for you."
Mark's body got thrown backwards and his chest rose up as a cloud of black exited his body and disappeared, leaving the weak Mark behind.
All the while, the Minister had been watching the scene play out, face dropped and fears rising.
"He's back."
Yes, Voldemort was back and he won't stop until he gets what he wants.
Even if that means death.
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