The Unknown Presence

by Feanturien

It's been done before I know. But it's a storyin the days of the Marauders. Drusilla has a hard time living up to her father's name but only has time to do what she pleases. Her dreams are filled with horrible visions of the end and her days, well why don

1. Prologue

Disclaimer 1: I own nothing that belongs to the Harry Potter series but I do own Drusilla and some other characters which will be introduced in the story.

Drusilla opened her eyes and sat up slowly. The room around her was empty, a black hole in space. The walls were exposed with nothing adorning them, not even windows. Weathered stone that made up the floor was naked from any decoration.

"I must be in some kind of dungeon." She thought. Her bare feet made a softly shuffling noise as Dru walked around the small room.

Chains hung from the ceiling, a head dangled in the middle. The air smelled of death.

A tall man clad in black entered the room from behind Dru. Well, at least Dru thought he was human. No skin was visible from under the black robes. His hand reached into his robes and pulled out a knife. A long, gleaming, silver knife.

Dru screamed…