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Chapter 1 – The lion, the witch and the wardrobe
It had been a month now since Ymous and that blonde haired bimbo Penny had started dating.
Merula sat in potions class, idly watching them as they gossiped over a cauldron. Their smiles and positivism lit up the surrounding area. Rowan and her ex-friend, Barnaby, were at the same table, laughing together. The muscles for brains was sat where she used to sit.
She had retreated from it after she learnt of Ymous and Penny.
She looked at him; his face was so happy and full of love for her. Merula's heart sank, as did her shoulders, as she slumped onto the table.
"Come on Merula, we have to finish this potion before Snape tells us off"
Complained her new potions partner, some girl whose name she hadn't bothered to learn, but always managed to drop or break things by accident.
"Fuck off"
She said, dryly, without looking up.
The girl gasped slightly and a few classmates around her stopped talking. There was a moment of silence.
"Miss Snyde. Would you care to repeat that?"
Came a dry voice from behind her. She didn't have to move to know who it was, but she looked over anyway. Snape stood above her, looking down, his usual calm and annoyed expression observing her.
She hesitated for a moment, looking back at her potion equipment, but as she looked at the little vial in front of her, behind it, in the distance, she saw Ymous looking at her, his face a mixture of mock and disgust.
His eyes pierced her with emotions that no words could describe, before quickly returning to chatting with Penny, both of them sharing a comment, probably about her, and then returning to their potion, as if nothing had happened.
She was nothing more than a little annoyance for him.
He didn't spend hours thinking about her, dreaming of her, daydreaming about that moment when they would finally overcome their differences and embrace each other for the first time. The love that would blossom, the children that would spawn from them, the little cottage they would buy, somewhere in the mountains, all the special moments they would share, day to day, the smiles before bed and little kisses when waking up.
The hope that one-day, the last thing she sees are his dark eyes looking at hers, overcome with love, the room full of the beautiful family they had produced over a lifetime of being together.
He hadn't spent nights upon nights thinking of a way to separate Penny from him and realizing how much he really loved Merula. Just like Merula loved him.
A life that was never to come flashed countless times in front of her.
Every single option and outcome she envisioned always ended with the same conclusion of loneliness.
That was it. She had had enough.
She placed her hands on the table, stood herself up and turned around to look Snape in the eyes.
"Fuck. Off"
The classroom fell silent and a grin spread across Snape's face.
"Feeling brave today do you Miss Snyde?"
She stood in silence, her eyes looking directly into his. His eyes darted from her to somewhere else in the class. For a brief moment, she thought she sensed understanding in his dark eyes.
"Much to my regret, and hopefully to the annoyance of your housemates, I'm deducting 50 points from Slytherin for cursing at a teacher"
The room was filled with the sound of Slytherin students complaints and insults at Merula, that Snape seemed to joyfully ignore.
"But-"
"You will also be attending detention with me after classes every day from now on till I say so"
He said interrupting her and lean his head in.
"I'll see you later on, Miss Snyde. Now sit down and shut up"
He said, slapping a book he had in his hands over her head with a thump.
Merula took her place and looked down at her hands.
All the anger and bravery that had boiled up inside her had fizzled away. The few chances of making friends she had had, had just been eliminated.
She looked up. Ymous was back to talking with Penny. The blonde looked over at Snape, who had his back to them, and leaned over to Anon, kissing him on the lips gently.
Merula looked down, as time seemed to slow down slightly around her. Before she knew it, the class had ended and the students were leaving. She looked around her, almost in a haze. Ymous had left; all that remained on his desk was a small vial with deep purple liquid in it.
"Come here"
Called out a voice from her side.
Snape was sat at his desk, writing some papers.
She slowly got up and shuffled over to his table. He looked up.
"Miss Snyde, what the hell do you think you are doing?"
Merula blinked.
"I… What?"
His words seemed unlike the Snape she had known. He shook his head.
"You were a very promising witch when you got here. Why have you let that potential go to waste?"
Merula looked away in silence, unsure how to answer.
Snape observed her and looked down at his notes.
"There are… rumors, that somewhere in this castle there is a mirror that reflects the deepest desire of those who look into it. Did you know about this Miss Snyde?"
Merula looked at him, puzzled.
"N-no sir. I've never heard of it"
Snape paused a moment and leaned back in his chair.
"Well, it exists. Such an artefact is somewhere in this castle, behind one of its many, many walls."
"I… see. Why are you telling me this professor?"
Snape sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
"For a girl with such promise, you lack even the most basic foresight."
Before Merula could answer, he stood up and beckoned her.
"Follow me".
They exited the classroom through the door at the back, where Merula had assumed Snape had his office, but instead of a room, there was a long hallway, riddled with doors.
Snape took out his wand and muttered something. A bight light flashed, and where there were many doors, there were now three.
"Professor?"
She asked, but he ignored her and headed for the third door, opening it and gesturing her to enter it.
Inside was a large chamber with nothing in it except for a large wardrobe in the center, large enough for five or six people to fit in.
Snape walked over to it and looked back at her, he raised his hand slowly.
"This is the wardrobe of Erised, the brother to the mirror I mentioned before. No one else except myself knows that it is here. Myself and now you."
Merula raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks for the honour I guess, but why show me?"
Snape sighed.
"This is your detention. Get into the wardrobe."
Merula blinked.
"What?"
"Did I stutter girl? I said get in."
Merula took a step back, but with a quick flip of his wand, snape closed and locked the door.
"You can't do this too me!"
She said, pulling out her wand and aiming it at Snape. He chuckled and flicked his wand, shooting hers out of her hand. He flicked it again and she began to levitate, unable to move in any direction.
"Ahh! Stop it, you idiot!"
She screamed at him as she began to float around in circles.
"Trust me, you will thank me later"
"I'll never thank you, you piece of-"
But before she could finish her sentence, Snape flung the door of the wardrobe open and she was flung inside.
As she crashed inside, she heard the door behind her close with a slam, plummeting her in darkness as she hit the wooden floor and bounced against the wall.
Taking a moment to recover, she sat up and banged on the wall.
"Let me out you-"
She stopped, realizing that the wall wasn't making the kind of sound she expected from wood. In fact, even the floor felt strange under her feet. She reached down and touched it. It was cold, like stone.
Carefully she stumbled to her feet and felt around to make sure she was still next to the wall.
"Hello? Professor?"
She called out, now more concerned that angry, but her voice died immediately, confirming she was still in the small space.
It took her a few moments to move around the little room. She was sure she was in the same amount of space she had guessed there would be in the wardrobe, but she had felt no door. The walls were smooth and cold, as if there were made of rock.
No protrusion, no lines, no gaps, just solid stone, as if this little box had been carved inside a mountain magically. No way in, no way out.
She felt herself begin to panic. What if she ran out of air? How did air get in here? Was she going to die? Was she already dead? Had Snape killed her by accident or was this part of the wardrobe? But the walls, they were too solid, there was no way out. No way out. No air, no escape. Would she be here forever?
She moved around, trying to controller her breathing and stepped into a wall, falling on her backside. She quickly stood up again and walked in the other direction, bumping into another wall. Were they getting closer? Were they going to close in on her and flatten her in the darkness?
She screamed out of desperation. Nothing.
She screamed again, louder. Still nothing.
She continued to scream, as much as she could, tears flowing down her cheeks as she desperately felt up the walls, over and over, looking for a way out.
Eventually, her screams turned to sobs as she lost her voice.
She slumped down and hid her face in her knees, sobbing into them, her throat burning from all the screaming.
She wanted to die. She wanted it to end. The darkness was too much for her to handle, the cold walls were everywhere and she swore she could start to hear her own heart beat.
Was she going crazy?
Something moved.
She stopped; her heart beating like it had never beaten before.
"H-hello?"
She croaked, her voice broken.
There it was again, like cloth shuffling against the floor of the room. Closer than last time.
Merula clawed her way back until she hit the edge of the room, her breathing static, her eyes darting back and forth in the darkness, trying desperately to find the source of the movement even if she couldn't see it.
"Who is it?"
She whispered at the end of her mental limits.
A calm voice came back, one that made every muscle in her body tense up. Like a wave crashing into the side of a mountain all the fear and anxiety that had built up inside her dissipated to nothing.
"It's Anon"
Silence took over the darkness for what seemed like an eternity.
"A-Anon?"
"Merula, you need to wake up"
"W-What? I don't…"
"Why do you hate me?"
His words were coated in what seemed like sadness. Words that she herself had imagine him say countless times in her imagination. She reached out in the darkness.
"I don't hate you! I don't hate you Anon! I love you! I love you!"
"You love me?"
"Yes!"
She screamed with what little force she had left in her throat, her emotions building up and taking control of her once more.
"I love you so much!"
There was a hesitation.
"Then why did you bully me? Why did you insult me during our first years? I would have been your friend. I wanted to. I thought… you hated me…"
Each word stabbed at her soul like a dagger coated in poison. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I was never told what to do when you like someone! I've never had anyone! My parents were never there… I wanted you to notice me! I wanted you to love me! I didn't know… I didn't know…."
She said, continuing to cry with every ounce of her essence.
Her sobbing filled the room as Ymous remained in silence.
"I'm sorry…"
She whispered, her throat impeding her from talking any longer.
"I'm…. sorry…"
She slumped down against the wall behind her. She was emotionally exhausted. There was nothing else she could do. Her body had given up. All she could do was cry.
"You expect me to forgive you? After everything you have done to me? You think I'm going to just give up on my girlfriend because you now, years into knowing each other, decide to tell me about your feelings?"
A cold wave blanketed Merula as she continued to cry.
"You have insulted every single friend I have. Tried to kill me, tried to stop me from finding out about my own brother, just because you wanted to be powerful and yet still managed to fail at everything. You are pathetic and you don't deserve me. You don't deserve anyone or anything."
For the first time since she entered the wardrobe, she felt something touch her, grabbing her chin and lifting her head. She couldn't see, but she was sure that a few inches away, Ymous was looking at her.
"And the best part is that you know it. You know you'll be alone forever. No one to love you, no one to hug you, no one to ever care about you."
The hand threw her face to the side and she heard it take a couple of steps to the side.
"The world would be better off without you in it. I hope you die Meurla"
And just like that, she was alone again.
The silence enveloped her, only broken by the occasional sound of her breaths.
She sat, unmoving, as time flowed by. Each breath was a toll on her soul, a small claw that ripped into her essence.
There was nothing left, nowhere to hide, nowhere to go, nowhere to escape, and nothing she could fix. She was worthless, a waste of space.
A wooden door echoed somewhere and light poured into the room.
Merula didn't look up, her gaze was glazed over. Her mind had left her body.
Something picked her up as she faded into nothingness.