This is the last thing I thought would happen.

The last person I thought would hold power over me.

I helped defeat the scariest wizards and witches of our time: Voldemort, Bellatrix

But you hold power over me more acute than I ever dreamed.

You scare me sometimes. Your eyes glint in the evening.

They wept over my body.

At the funeral, you whispered to Pansy Parkinson that you would dig her up.

She went in a casket, looking like me. You heartless soul.

You never dug her back up.

I live now, under your command. There is nothing else left - Harry and Ron don't know.

So take me. Break me. Kill me, even. Then my life won't be a hidden lie.

"So, Granger." his horrible grey eyes flashed onto me.

"What, Malfoy?" I snapped, annoyed at the short skirt and small shirt that he made me wear.

"Temper, Granger…" he whispered, as he took a step closer. I could smell the woodsy musk on his skin. His hands were on my waist, pinning me to the wall, but there was nothing sensual about it. I would have bruises.

"Bite me. You can't humiliate me in front of anyone I care about. You are a heartless git, Malfoy! I'm going to die soon, either of my own actions or your increasing hostility, and you'll only have yourself to blame!"

One of his hands covered my mouth. His mouth went to my neck, and he bit down on the jugular vein. It didn't break skin, but it hurt. He glared at me, and walked away, leaving me on the floor of the dungeon holding my neck.

I quietly picked up the iron bar on the floor. I pressed it to my throat, cutting off my breath. I felt woozy. I forced the bar closer, so I wouldn't breathe if I passed out. I needed to escape Malfoy's torment.

But I wasn't smart enough. The blond torturer came closer, closer to breaking me. He removed the bar from me; he wasn't done…