3. Demon marks

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MAY'S P.O.V.

I screamed until my throat burned, but it was no use anyway. I wasn't in my dorm. It was pitch black. 

closer..


I looked up to see a pair of green eyes staring at me from a far distance. I slowly got up and walked towards them, for them to quickly turn black. 

Silly girl..

I turned around and ran for my life. What was that?! A monster? I slammed into a wall with hands popping out of it. They clawed, there hands dripping with blood.

I was in hell. This is it. Where are you?

The scary voice cackled. I closed my eyes and hoped that this was a dream or something that's not real. 

Behind you..

I turned around and saw the black eyes again. Firmly griping my hands we sank down to, god knows where. Then I was in a room, cushioned walls, metal bars, bloody finger prints on the wall. 

HARRY'S P.O.V.

He took control again, as I heard shrieks of terror. But then I was me again. With a trobbing head I was back in my cell. So was someone else?! I tapped on her shoulder and she screamed turning around in panic. 

May. 

"Wha- what do you want from me?" 

"Nothing." I responded. 

"Then why am I here?" She whimpered. 

"He wants you like he wants me." I shrugged. 

"Who is he?! I want to get out of here!" 

"Well your stuck now. Your marked. And now, we share the same mind. Isn't that some shit." 

"Yes it is! How am I marked Harry? Are you a fucking ghost?" She panicked. 

"See this?' I showed her the slice mark across my arm that he made when he had got control of me. "This is the mark. The slash on your arm, is the same thing. And for your information they call me a demon."

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