shifted

chapter 68- sixth year

i freeze.

the wand presses into the back of my head and i hear a giggle.

i've heard this giggle before. it's fucking bellatrix.

slowly i reach for my wand but she shouts a spell at me, pushing me to the wall.

"voldemort will love this." she seethes, her wand aimed at me.

"we're gonna go for a little trip, you and i." she continues, and drags me up. the wand now aimed at my neck.

i try to squirm away from her grasp but it's no use. every move i make her wand would go further into my neck.

i glanced behind me and see my wand on the floor where i had fell. a tear falls down my cheek.

"get the fuck off of me." i spat, breathing heavily.

"no, no- you know i can't do that."

i glance up at her, my bottom lip quivering slightly.

"please-"

"stupefy!" she screams, and everything goes black.

i wake up in a dark room on a large bed.

"what the fuck." i whisper, looking around.

the room is plain yet you can tell whoever owns it has money.

i get up from my bed, and quickly run over to the door- trying to open it. but it's locked.

"shit." i mutter.

where am i?

without thinking, i start banging on the door.

"hey! open the fucking door!" i scream, while still banging loudly on the door.

then all of a sudden i hear footsteps walking towards the door.my hands slip away from the door, and i back up.

then slowly the door opens and in walks two death eaters, "don't try anything dirty muggle." one of the tough looking death eaters say.

they both start walking towards me.

every step they take forward, i take one back. i look for some type of exit but the only one is the door, which they are blocking.

suddenly i feel hands grab my arms, pulling me to walk with them.

i don't move, standing completely still.

"move or i'll make you move." one of the men say, and i notice him taking out his wand.

they try moving me again but this time i let them.

there is no use in trying.

"fuck all of you." i mutter under my breath.

they don't seem to notice as they drag me out of the room.

as they walk down the cold and empty hallways, i look around- trying to figure out where i am.

the place is elegant in its own odd way. stone columns are placed down the hallway, and big windows bring in the only light.

the men's grimy hands are still wrapped around my arms, my legs slide on the floor- i don't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me willingly walk with them.