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Authors note: Thanxs for reading this! I hope y'all like it! P.S. Europa, what is a Mary Sue?
Chap :9
Destiny tossed and turned in her bed. She knew she should be happy since Ravenclaw won, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for Fred. She sighed, turned onto her back and looked at the ceiling. Suddenly her eyes clouded over and she was in a cold stone room.
"Bring both of them to me, and that girl. We can have some fun with her." Said a voice. The voice was so cold and heartless. Destiny hugged her chest and walked around to see who was the speaker. She saw the most feared man in the magical world sitting in an armchair, his wand on Draco. Draco struggled against his ties but he couldn't move.
"I refused to become a Deatheater, you can't make me do anything." He spat. Lord Voldemort smiled.
"Yes I can. Crucio." He hissed. Draco screamed in agony. He writhed in pain as all the Deatheaters watched, including his own father. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Voldemort tired of torturing Draco. He ended the spell, leaving Draco gasping on the floor. The Dark Lord rose from his chair and circled Draco like a vulture circling prey.
"You would have made an admirable Deatheater, alas, your stupidity is greater then your wisdom. Imperio." He said. Draco's pained expression vanished, replaced by a vacant look.
"You will bring them to me, Crabbe and Goyle's sons will bring their pathetic friends here, they will be given a choice, to become our young Deatheaters or die. Harry Potter shall not escape this time." He ordered. Draco nodded dumbly. One of the Deatheaters touched Draco and immediately they apparated away. Destiny closed her eyes tight and immediately she was back in her room. She got up, muscles tight. She touched her face. She had been crying. ~I've got to get out of here. It isn't safe here.~ she thought. She silently changed and exited the Ravenclaw common room, of course not without a severe scolding from Drisilla about walking around at night. She had made her way down to the Castle doors when a hand grabbed her arm in the dark. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand darted out to muffle it.
"Shhh! What are you doing out this late?" hissed Harry. Dess looked at him, shocked.
"What are you doing out this late?" she asked. Harry looked at her carefully.
"Um.."Harry said dumbly, swearing silently for not having an intelligent excuse. Why was it so hard to think when she was around? "Hey, have you been crying?" Dess glared at him and wiped her eyes again.
"No, I yawned." He gave her a skeptical look but didn't say anything.
"I just..needed some fresh air. Sleeping with Ron in the same room is a challenge these days, he snores really loud." Dess stared at him.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Why are you out?" Dess sighed and ran a hand through her loose hair.
"I...had a vision. The Dark Lord was in it, so was Draco and I think he was talking about..you and someone. Something about the Dark Lord forcing Draco to kidnap-LOOK OUT!!!!" Dess pulled Harry to the side just as a bright yellow beam shot out from the dark hall.
"What was that?!" Harry asked flattening himself against the wall. Dess pulled out her wand and peeked around the corner. The hall was empty.
"There's no one there." She said. She quietly walked out into the hall.
"CRUCIO!" yelled a voice. Dess screamed. It felt like someone was pulling out her nerves through the skin, like someone was breaking her bones, slowly. She wanted to die, to black out, god, to get a really powerful pain-reliever.
"RELASHIO!" The pain stopped as quickly as it had started. Dess lay on the floor. She tried to move, but her bones felt like they were still on fire. She gritted her teeth and got up. Pain exploded in her head, almost rendering her unconscious. She looked over at Harry and the Deatheater. She drew her wand.
"STUPEFY!" she cried. The Deatheater fell to the floor. Harry glanced at her, panting.
"What do you think he want?" he said. Dess nodded her head and fainted from the pain. Harry caught her, his heart skipping a beat. He had never been this close to her. Wait. What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly like her..could he? He shook his head and started carrying her up to the infirmary, thinking of an excuse when a dark figure blocked his path.
"Stupefy." Harry dropped to the floor. The dark figure crouched near him. He pushed back his cloak, revealing silvery hair. Draco smiled slowly and activated the portkey.
Authors note: Thanxs for reading this! I hope y'all like it! P.S. Europa, what is a Mary Sue?
Chap :9
Destiny tossed and turned in her bed. She knew she should be happy since Ravenclaw won, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for Fred. She sighed, turned onto her back and looked at the ceiling. Suddenly her eyes clouded over and she was in a cold stone room.
"Bring both of them to me, and that girl. We can have some fun with her." Said a voice. The voice was so cold and heartless. Destiny hugged her chest and walked around to see who was the speaker. She saw the most feared man in the magical world sitting in an armchair, his wand on Draco. Draco struggled against his ties but he couldn't move.
"I refused to become a Deatheater, you can't make me do anything." He spat. Lord Voldemort smiled.
"Yes I can. Crucio." He hissed. Draco screamed in agony. He writhed in pain as all the Deatheaters watched, including his own father. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Voldemort tired of torturing Draco. He ended the spell, leaving Draco gasping on the floor. The Dark Lord rose from his chair and circled Draco like a vulture circling prey.
"You would have made an admirable Deatheater, alas, your stupidity is greater then your wisdom. Imperio." He said. Draco's pained expression vanished, replaced by a vacant look.
"You will bring them to me, Crabbe and Goyle's sons will bring their pathetic friends here, they will be given a choice, to become our young Deatheaters or die. Harry Potter shall not escape this time." He ordered. Draco nodded dumbly. One of the Deatheaters touched Draco and immediately they apparated away. Destiny closed her eyes tight and immediately she was back in her room. She got up, muscles tight. She touched her face. She had been crying. ~I've got to get out of here. It isn't safe here.~ she thought. She silently changed and exited the Ravenclaw common room, of course not without a severe scolding from Drisilla about walking around at night. She had made her way down to the Castle doors when a hand grabbed her arm in the dark. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand darted out to muffle it.
"Shhh! What are you doing out this late?" hissed Harry. Dess looked at him, shocked.
"What are you doing out this late?" she asked. Harry looked at her carefully.
"Um.."Harry said dumbly, swearing silently for not having an intelligent excuse. Why was it so hard to think when she was around? "Hey, have you been crying?" Dess glared at him and wiped her eyes again.
"No, I yawned." He gave her a skeptical look but didn't say anything.
"I just..needed some fresh air. Sleeping with Ron in the same room is a challenge these days, he snores really loud." Dess stared at him.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Why are you out?" Dess sighed and ran a hand through her loose hair.
"I...had a vision. The Dark Lord was in it, so was Draco and I think he was talking about..you and someone. Something about the Dark Lord forcing Draco to kidnap-LOOK OUT!!!!" Dess pulled Harry to the side just as a bright yellow beam shot out from the dark hall.
"What was that?!" Harry asked flattening himself against the wall. Dess pulled out her wand and peeked around the corner. The hall was empty.
"There's no one there." She said. She quietly walked out into the hall.
"CRUCIO!" yelled a voice. Dess screamed. It felt like someone was pulling out her nerves through the skin, like someone was breaking her bones, slowly. She wanted to die, to black out, god, to get a really powerful pain-reliever.
"RELASHIO!" The pain stopped as quickly as it had started. Dess lay on the floor. She tried to move, but her bones felt like they were still on fire. She gritted her teeth and got up. Pain exploded in her head, almost rendering her unconscious. She looked over at Harry and the Deatheater. She drew her wand.
"STUPEFY!" she cried. The Deatheater fell to the floor. Harry glanced at her, panting.
"What do you think he want?" he said. Dess nodded her head and fainted from the pain. Harry caught her, his heart skipping a beat. He had never been this close to her. Wait. What was he thinking? He couldn't possibly like her..could he? He shook his head and started carrying her up to the infirmary, thinking of an excuse when a dark figure blocked his path.
"Stupefy." Harry dropped to the floor. The dark figure crouched near him. He pushed back his cloak, revealing silvery hair. Draco smiled slowly and activated the portkey.