The Slytherin King || KTH✔

One

Avada Kedavara

The murky peccable spell resonated in the sinister breeze that blew with the smoke of the demolition and disaster and your world came crashing down in a flash of seconds.

Emerald green electric currents emitted from the tip of the wand and pierced straight into the heart of your mother and you listened to her wails of agony and anguish before she fell lifeless into your father's arms.

You screamed on the top of your lungs striving to free yourself from the grip of the couple of strong men that were holding you back and sharing laughter with each other at your pathetic state.

Dozen of death eaters encompass you from all sides within no time. Your father stayed crouched in the middle crying his heart out holding your mother so close to his heart.

His gloomy, melancholic cries were awfully suppressed by the loud laughter of the death eaters and the dementors. He whimpered aloud as the soul was being sucked out from his body.

"No!!" You cried aloud watching the death eaters briskly and brutally swallowing your father's soul with no mercy before your own world sank immense black resembling the darkness of the night that perished your whole world in a trice.

That's all what your mind plays iteratively as you are being pushed to forcibly walk by the same couple of men into the long corridor of the slytherin palace that ushers to somewhere you don't own a mere clue of.

You are enforced to stop, arriving in front of a large door. One of them pulls out his wand and chants a spell under his breathe that pushes open the door.

"Oh honey, why are you here?" A pretty lady who seems nearly in his early thirties turns up and asks the men in a flirtatious accent laden in her honeyed voice.

They push you into the room. You end up stumble but the lady holds you before your face could made contact with the floor creating a loud thud.

The door closes after they order the lady,

"Get her ready. We are going to gift her to the king tomorrow."