Twisted (Year 2)

I Smell Blood

~(Y/N) POV~

It's been a few days since the whole quidditch practice fiasco. I'm starting to think I should stay away from the trio. For good. I know Lucius really wanted either Draco or me to get close to them, but it's not working out. One minute we're friends, the next we're not. I don't even know where we stand anymore. Plus, I've been so distracted by them, I've barely spent time with my other friends. Yesterday, Jackson practically tackled me in the hallway because I haven't given him enough attention. So, Cedric, Jackson, Fred, George, Theo, Kole, and I decided that tomorrow, we're hanging out in Jackson's dorm. Oliver declined politely. I think he's still mad at me.

Currently, I'm eating dinner at the Slytherin table.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)? You don't look so good." Goyle asked.

"I think so." I send him a small smile.

To be honest. I haven't been feeling great lately. I keep thinking about Maxx. All-day long, I've had a massive headache. It's probably nothing.

I'm zoning in and out, partially listening to the conversation the group is having.

"Blood. I smell blood." I hear someone whisper.

"What?" I ask the table.

"What do you mean what?" Blaise questions.

"Did one of you just whisper something?" I rub my temples.

"No. Are you sure you're alright, (Y/n)?" Draco asks from beside me.

"Yeah, yeah." I yawn. "Just tired. And hearing things."

"Well, dinners over now anyway. You can go to bed." Lorenzo says. 

We all stand up.

"I really wish you would have eaten something." Draco frowns and fixes my hair behind my ear.

I look down at my plate. Only now realizing I haven't eaten a thing, and that I spent the entire dinner daydreaming. 

"I'm not hungry." I lock arms with him and start to walk with the crowd.

"Let me rip you." The same voice whispers.

"What the hell?" I use my free hand to feel my forehead.

"What's going on?" Draco keeps walking with me to the Slytherin common room.

"Let me kill you." The voice bellows.

"Draco I'm scared. You really can't hear that?" I bite my lip.

"What are you talking about?" He becomes even more concerned.

"The voices." I whisper to him.

"Please tell me you haven't been staying up all night again. You know that's bad for you. If you're upset about Maxx, I can try and-" Draco starts.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" It shrieks.

"It can't be in my head." I tell Draco frantically.

"What's it saying?" He asks.

"Blood, and killing." I become paler and paler, as we move with the group of students through the halls. "I think it's speaking in Parseltongue."

"How would you know that?" Draco says curiously with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm a Wolfwood. The eldest daughter in every generation can speak Parseltongue." I say, head still pounding.

"It's time." It says.

"Hold on, why is the floor so wet?" Draco asks.

I look down and see at least two inches of water on the floor. This is all too weird. We turn the corner and freeze. Standing there, are Harry, Hermione, and Ron, in front of a wall with a message written in blood.