Ok, not happy. haha.
Enjoy though!
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The teachers kept it under wraps. Puppet said in a sickening laugh. Hermione's voice rang through the memory as it hit her like a brick. She saw through the eyes of the attacker. She watched in some sort of twisted fascination as the memory played like a movie, shared between the inter-linked minds.
The room was square, built from the same pale brick as the rest of the blocks this school was built from. Half of the room was lit by torch light, the other half, dark and mysterious; undoubtedly Puppet's hiding spot. Sure enough, their shoes shone against the torch light. A masked, booming voice ground through Lavender's sobs, ignoring the state of the girl cowering in the corner. She glared through her shivering tears into the dark. "Do as I say or I'll lock you in the dark again!" Lavender sniffled and shook her head. "Never! I'm not doing your bidding. You're the predator and I'm turning you in to Hermione." The lights flickered as Puppet laughed. She shivered again. "Who knew you were so afraid of the dark? Geez, such a coward. There's no way a shivering, crying bundle of rubbish like you could take "Even you would be crying after two days in a dark room!" Lavender was sobbing but continued. "You have no idea what it's like to not know what's crawling on you, or what's biting you or what you're eating! There's no way to tell what's in this room. You try it you sick fuck! Try it and see where you are after two bloody days!" Again the cold laugh littered the corners with echoes. The torch flickered lowly, threatening to go out at any moment. "Do you think you can handle seeing what's been in here? You couldn't. Let me tell you about Dean. Snakes would be his weakness. Have you ever seen a bloke cry? Cry and beg for a way out? I tell you, it was something. Snakes of all shapes, sizes and poisons, covering every square inch of the room. Crawling on the slimy walls and grungy floor, crawling over his frozen body. He could barely stand. After a while he fell to the floor in frustration. He squirmed and shook and spasmed with the agony. Most amusing to hear his begging and pleas for escape. Much more when the cobras slinked around his neck and limbs, some flicking their tongues against his goosebumps. I say, he wailed worse than you. Now, are you "I want to see you, bloody wanker!" she demanded. Her wand long since taken, she had no defenses, but didn't care at the moment. "I WILL turn you in to Hermione. The entire faculty in fact!" No comment came from Puppet, only rustling as he pulled his wand from his pocket. "You refuse to help me with the game. I guess that means you're out. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way Lavie?" She took a step toward Puppet. "I'm not letting this game go on. You're sick and I want this game to be over! I'm going to win this game and that's that." She growled. Her eyes were red-rimmed and she was trying not to cry anymore, stepping closer to the dark. "The hard way then. Don't say I didn't warn you. This won't be pretty, but I look forward to your screams." Puppet drew their wand and cast a curse toward the girl. "Sectumsempra." Her eyes fixed on the dark where she had pinpointed the owner of the shining shoes and hidden voice. In seemingly slow motion, a blue light floated from the wand point toward Lavender. It hit her shoulder and moved down through her arm. Blood poured through her ripped cloths. Another blue light hit her stomach and followed the wand movement, slitting across her chest. She screamed out and blood soaked her shirt. Another piece of flesh tore from her opposite arm and she screamed more, seeing the blood before feeling the pain. Her rippling muscles were visible just before deep maroon blood gushed over the opening, trying to push out the toxins from her body. Slices in her face soon appeared, her salty tears burning the already stinging cuts. She screamed and moaned, sobbed and wailed, but refused to plead for her life. She knew she wouldn't die, so she wasn't going to give that pleasure to the game master. "You shouldn't scream so much." Puppet commented lazily. The piece of her torn skin was covered in blood, dripping the red dye that turned it from pale white colour into a deep red, nearly purple. Her eyes widened as it floated toward her face. She tried to back away, but hit the wall soon enough. "Come now, don't be difficult, see what it got you last time? I think it's safe to say those won't heal easily. Painful, isn't it? Well, don't you want to end this as soon as possible?" Another cut split her legs across the thighs. She shouted bloody murder and Puppet used this opportunity to allow the piece of wine coloured skin to enter her mouth. She tried to close her mouth, but was gasping for air between sobs. She tasted the blood on her tongue and gagged. Her mouth was charmed shut, flesh floating between her teeth. She couldn't get enough air through her nose and she tasted bile, blood and salt. She couldn't swallow the film in her mouth, she was afraid that she would drown on the fluids in her throat. "Just swallow and I'll let you go. It's that simple." She cried harder, but not being able to breath managed to get her to choke. She couldn't cough, breath or swallow. Her lungs burned with a need for air, the tastes blended against her taste buds, making her want to puke, her head went fuzzy and she thought she really was going to die, perhaps she had underestimated the predator. She was almost out of this game and didn't know who the person in front of her was. "You're out." She heard the voice say, the haunting mix of the masked voice lingered in her ears before the ringing of her quickly beating heart took over her, the screams dying in her throat before the world could hear them.
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What will happen next? What will Hermione think about this...