CHAPTER 21 – in the far far future.
The world had become the shittiest place ever. Voldemort was at his peak of reign, and was determined to rid muggle borns and most half bloods from the wizarding world. His followers were all pure bloods, and Slytherins, and those half bloods who were devoted to him of course. There were camps set up all over the country, full of mudbloods and half bloods, waiting to be sentenced to their death. The conditions they had to live in for the meantime were disgusting – there was hardly any food, water or shelter, and the women were raped often by the camp guards, who were Voldemort's followers.
Scarlett had been forced into one of these camps, wearing nothing but a white singlet, jeans and sneakers. She refused to wear anything the camp gave her; the only thing she had to take was a number, branded onto her shoulder. Every time one of the guards tried to talk to her – seductively or normally – she would talk horridly back to them, and most of the time she would be left alone, but sometimes the guards would punish her by slapping her or cutting her but none of them raped her. She was determined to escape, and one night her chance came. She escaped with bruises, cuts, blood and mud all over her. Her clothes were torn, jeans shredded, her singlet cut in several places but she was free at last. Now she had to stay free.
She ventured into the next town in search for food, yet there was none, so she went to the next one, where there was no food either. She finally reached a place that had food, but to get to it she would have to pass a camp, and there was no way that was going to happen without her getting caught. However she stayed there just a bit too long and got spotted by one of the guards. They took her into the conference room and she was told to wait for the 'boss'. She sat down on the table, which was as long as the entire room and wondered what she was going to do now. This camp at least looked a little bit nicer than the one she'd escaped from, and she was thinking about just staying when the 'boss' walked in. It was Malfoy and her jaw dropped open.
"I hate doing this procedure of filing stray wizards and witches into camps, so if you could be a real help and just tell me the information I need to know then we'll get along just fine." He looked at her but didn't recognise her at all. Perhaps it was the blood that stained her clothes, or the mud, or the cuts and bruises.
"Honey, we'll never get along just fine. Trust me, I'm not one to mess with." She warned but he laughed.
"Like I'm going to be scared of you. Now get up and stand against the wall with your back facing me." She did as he said and he started searching her for weapons when he realised she didn't have a wand on her, however, the slightest touch from him made her gasp and he could tell she was enjoying this, and although he wanted to continue, he didn't.
"Where is your wand?" he hissed into her ear.
"I lost it when this war began."
"I don't believe you." He said and yanked her backwards by her hair when he noticed a bite mark on her neck. He loosened his grip immediately. She turned around and asked him if something was wrong.
"It can't be." He lifted her singlet up just enough to see the heart tattoo on her hip and sat down in the chair behind him, his head in his hands when she realised that he must have caught on as to who she was so she sat down on the table next to him, pulled out a pocket knife and started cutting the top of her singlet, so she was now showing her bra – albeit a red one which was somehow still pretty clean. He looks up at her and his eyes are drawn to her chest in awe and blurted out "my GOD you've matured!" before he could stop himself and the glee inside her faded instantly as she threatened him with the knife.