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Darkness cascaded over every inch of the Forbidden Forest and drowned out any hint of hope in sight. Fog blanketed the ground, pooling into every crevice and crack like smoke. Juniper spun around, a cry escaping her lips, as she failed to find a way out. Her damp hair stuck to her forehead due to the mist in the air that furthered impaired her ability to see anything that wasn't right in front of her.
She ran every way she could, but ended up back where she started every time. The trees seemed to be closing in on her, trapping her in an endless panic she was unable to escape no matter how hard she tried. Juniper turned around again, about to run in another direction , but stopped when she saw a man standing with his back facing her.
"Who's there?" She shouted, backing away slightly.
The bald man turned around, revealing himself to be not just any man, but the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Juniper stumbled back, tripping over a rock, and fell. She crawled away as Voldemort approached her with a wicked grin. He held his hand out to her, and part of her wanted to take it. She hesitantly took his hand and let out a pained scream as their skin touched.
Junipers eyes flashed open as she sat up in bed, sweat dripping from her forehead and breathing heavy. Looking around her, she realized she wasn't in her room, but instead in the hospital wing. Nearly everything in the room was white, it would be almost blinding if it weren't for the darkened stone walls.
She observed the room until stopping to look at the figure next to her. Juniper smiled at the boy slouched in the chair with his arms crossed and his head hung forward.
He's sleeping. She realized. He looks so peaceful.
Juniper leaned back, a groan escaping her lips as she remembered what had happened and why she was in the hospital wing. She pulled up the left side of her shirt and traced her newly formed scar with her fingers, it was about 4 inches long and spanned from the middle of her ribs to her hip bone in a jagged diagonal line.
"Apparently, Vipertooth venom always leaves a scar that not even magic can undo."
Juniper looked up to see Draco had woken up. He had his elbow on the arm rest, propping his chin up as he watched her intently.
"Well, at least now I have a pretty bad-ass scar." Juniper chuckled and pulled her shirt down. "Did I lose?"
"Actually," Draco moved to sit at the end of her bed beside her legs, "you won."
"Nice." Juniper smiled and watched as Draco pulled something from his pocket.
"These belong to you." He said and held out his hand, offering her back her regularly worn jewelry.
Smirking, Juniper sat criss-crossed and moved closer to him. "Be a dear and help me." She said, gesturing to the ring and necklace in his hand.
"Oh, June." Draco let out a small laugh and pulled her hand to him, slipping the Slytherin ring on her finger. "What am I gonna do with you?"
