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Chapter 3: Decent into Darkness
Kat gasped and her hand flew to her mouth.
"I-I mean, of course I am, yes." She managed to stutter. Her eyes darted from her father to Draco, and then to everyone else.
All the Deatheaters had a stern expression plastered on their thin, unnatural faces, the same stern look that was upon her father's now teenage face. Her eyes began to sting and tears welled up in her eyes with embarrassment, as her purple eyes met Draco's beautiful blue ones.
Beautiful, but cold. She could tell that he was angry with her for not telling him that she was Voldemort's only daughter, but mostly he gave her that look because now he was one of them. The Deatheaters felt betrayed because of her accidental rejection to their kind, so Draco felt the betrayal too.
"I would imagine you would be more grateful, because right now you would most likely be on the streets with your filthy muggle mother right now if it weren't for me. But no, I think you deserve a fate far worse than the streets. Betraying everything I've taught you! The Dark Arts, Death eaters, even me, your father!" Her father shouted brutally at her.
Kat just stood there, not even wincing, but she could feel hot, wet tears streaming down her face as she was insulted in front of the people she was to become one of. She dropped her head to look at the ground, her black hair falling around her face.
"But, I didn't mean to say no! It was an accident, I swear! I really do want to be a Death eater, Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" Kat yelled with desperation.
"The reason you would even say it because you're lying. You mean nothing to me; get her out of my sight. Throw her in the dungeon or something." Voldemort ordered while flicking his hand towards a small black door in the corner.
"I'll just have to deal with you later," He spoke to Kat again, "I may be too busy to think of a punishment for you, maybe our now fully fledged Deatheater will come up with something." Voldemort smiled proudly at Draco.
"Either that, or we'll just leave your useless body to rot in the dungeon." Voldemort spat cruelly at Kat, and this time, she did wince.
Two bony-faced men came over and wrapped their long fingers around Kat's shoulders painfully. She, of course, struggled against the men, but it was no use. Their touch was like death himself, and their grip was an iron one. They dragged her across the disgustingly dirty floor with ease, and pointed their black as night wands to the door.
Alohamora
Their voices sounded like an evil snake hissing at its prey. They took Kat roughly down the stone stairs, and threw her with inhuman strength into the medium sized cell.
Kat's arms involuntarily wrapped around her torso. It was unbelievably cold, and the walls were covered with a wet, cold substance.
"I'll be lucky if it's even water." Kat muttered. The two Deatheaters turned around to face Kat, and they raised their heads slightly, and for the first time Kat caught a brief glimpse at their horrible faces.
They had slits for eyes and a nose, and their eyes were an icy blue. Like Draco, Kat realized immediately. Their faces looked like they were made out liquid metal, and when they exhaled the air turned an eerie green color. Gross.
One of the Deatheaters raised a pale hand and pointed a charcoal wand directly at Kat a muttered a spell that Kat could not hear, and a stream of blue light spilled out of the wand at Kat. She yelped and ducked, and the light hit the wall behind her. The other Deatheater grumbled and struck Kat on the head, hard.
Kat attempted to stand up, but she couldn't, and as she slid down the wall she felt the wet liquid on it seeping through her thin cloak, and as she looked up, everything was spinning.
Then just black.
Kat put an uneasy hand to her head, and the other one on the wall she was laying on to pull herself up, but her hand simply slipped and brought her down with it straight on her bum.
"Shit, ow." Kat whispered to herself, only to wince and wish she hadn't spoken at all. She put a wet hand to her throat, "I can't t-k, what t-e h- l?" Kat said hoarsely, with many breaks in her sentence.
Her lips were dry and cracked, and she felt as if she had swallowed a fireball. She looked at her surroundings, and found they were the same they had been when she had fallen asleep. Did I fall asleep? Oh wait, that stupid Deatheater knocked me out. Now how the hell am I gonna get out of here?
Kat desperately tried to moisten her throat with her saliva (Ew.) but she found it was no use, because her throat hurt every time she swallowed. Kat pulled out her wand and pointed it at the lock.
Alohamora
Kat whispered it with much difficulty, but it worked! The lock sprung open, and Kat stepped out into the hall of the dungeon. No way they would make it that easy for me, this is a fucking trick.
Kat cautiously rounded the corner up to the stairs, and looked around a few times to make sure no one was coming. She reached her hand out and caught a glimpse of her blue and silver ring. The colors of Ravenclaw, Kat thought with a smile.
But Kat's smile dropped almost immediately as she realized; I'm supposed to be at school today! I'm supposed to be at school everyday! Maybe they'll come look for me, but what if they don't? Or what if they can't find this place? Even if they get in, how the hell are they gonna take on Voldemort and all these Deatheaters too?
Kat pondered this for a while, then snapped back to reality when she realized the ticket to her exit was the door, that was right in front of her. She reached out quickly to grab the doorknob.
Instead, she felt a strong hand grip her shoulder and spin her around.
Kat came nose to nose with the stupid bastard himself, Draco. "Well, well. Trying to escape are we, little kitty?" He clucked his tongue. Kat managed to gather up some saliva in her mouth.
"Oh right, you can't talk can you? Voldemort made a voice freezing spell to shut you up for at least a day." Draco smirked at himself.
Kat launched the spit in her mouth at Draco in disgust, landing it right on his face. Now it was her turn to smirk.
Draco just stood there in surprise for about a second, then looked at her in complete fury, and punched her hard in the cheek, the impact knocking her into the wall. Draco immediately regretted it, Oh shit, he thought. But he kept his face still, showing no sign of guilt.
Kat clutched her cheek in pain and winced, then shot an angry look at Draco and tackled him to the ground. The two teenagers sat there struggling with each other until Kat tried to knee Draco in the groin, but instead Draco flipped Kat on her back and pinned her hand above her with his own.
Kat just lay there, bringing her face up to his, challenging him, but Draco didn't seem to care.
"I always knew I'd end up on top of you one day." Draco said suggestively with a cold laugh.
Kat smirked, "So-ry, I don't thi-nk you're too good with your wa-nd" She decided for the hell of it, she'd laugh in his face, though it came out as if she were a barking seal.
Draco sneered at her as he got up and stuck his hand out to help her up. Kat just got up and brushed herself off.
Draco grabbed her hand nevertheless and dragged her out of the dungeon to a room with a small green bed, desk and a unusually large lock on the door.
"This will be your room till we decide what to do with you." Draco stated firmly.
Kat just looked around the room lazily and waved her hand at him. She decided to make up some gestures since she couldn't speak a word. Draco looked a little taken aback that she waved him off, but left anyway, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Kat looked around the room carefully. She found a pen, ink and paper in the desk drawer, and under the bed she found a broken wand and a spell book. Kat decided to look through the spell book, to see if there was anything useful.
Kat boredly flipped through the pages, all the spells were standard spells, not helping her, until something caught her eye.
Switching Bodies Spell Point Wand At Self, Say Switchendio While Imagining Who You Would Like To Switch Bodies With
Sounds Simple Enough. Kat pointed the wand at herself. But who did she want to switch bodies with?
Oh well, I'll just think of a deatheater. That way I can switch with any of the deatheaters and get my way out of here.
Switchendio
Kat's wand shot out sparks at her face, and then remained still. Kat frowned and inspected her wand carefully. She put the tip of the wand at her face again, and POOF.
A small glove popped out of the wand and landed in Kat's face. Kat stuck out her tongue and gagged. She picked up the glove and slipped it on. Still, nothing.
Kat sighed, but she kept the glove on anyway, just in case.
KNOCK KNOCK
Kat jumped up, but just layed her head on the pillow, realizing it was probably Draco.
"Fuck off." Kat yelled simply. She heard grunts coming from the other side of the door, and then pounding. Within a few seconds, her door swung open, and to her suprise, there was only a few deatheaters, none of which were Draco. They came in, not saying a word and grabbed her by the forearms, dragging her out of the room she had just settled into.
Of course, Kat struggled, but it was no use. It felt like she had three skeltons clutching her with the grip of death.
The Deatheaters dumped her on the floor in front of Voldemort. Her father sneered at her.
"Well, Kat, I have decided on a punishment for you. We will torture you and leave you to rot in the dungeon." He said simply. Kat just sneered back at him.
"Draco, would you like to do the honors?" Voldemort asked him evilly. Draco just stuttered and looked at her.
"Um.." He said unsurely.
Voldemort cast the Imperius curse and ordered Draco to start torturing her. Draco waked over like a robot, and raised his fist above her head. Kat squinted her eyes and covered her face with her hands.
She felt something in her clutch, and opened her eyes.
She caught his fist.
Draco looked at her in shock, though it could have been just because she was wearing a glove indoors.
All of a sudden, a warm glow surrounded Draco and Kat, coming from the glove Kat had on. Then, the glow died down, and Draco and Kat just looked at each other.
Voldemort grumbled, "Just torture her in the dungeon, it will go quicker that way." He pointed a bony finger at Kat. The three deatheaters grabbed Kat, but Kat started screaming and kicking her feet.
"You don't understand, I'm Draco, I'm Draco, That bitch stole my body!!!" Kat screamed.
Voldemort turned to Draco, "Are you okay?" He asked half-heartedly.
Draco, or should I say Kat, replied
"Better than ever"
Chapter 3: Decent into Darkness
Kat gasped and her hand flew to her mouth.
"I-I mean, of course I am, yes." She managed to stutter. Her eyes darted from her father to Draco, and then to everyone else.
All the Deatheaters had a stern expression plastered on their thin, unnatural faces, the same stern look that was upon her father's now teenage face. Her eyes began to sting and tears welled up in her eyes with embarrassment, as her purple eyes met Draco's beautiful blue ones.
Beautiful, but cold. She could tell that he was angry with her for not telling him that she was Voldemort's only daughter, but mostly he gave her that look because now he was one of them. The Deatheaters felt betrayed because of her accidental rejection to their kind, so Draco felt the betrayal too.
"I would imagine you would be more grateful, because right now you would most likely be on the streets with your filthy muggle mother right now if it weren't for me. But no, I think you deserve a fate far worse than the streets. Betraying everything I've taught you! The Dark Arts, Death eaters, even me, your father!" Her father shouted brutally at her.
Kat just stood there, not even wincing, but she could feel hot, wet tears streaming down her face as she was insulted in front of the people she was to become one of. She dropped her head to look at the ground, her black hair falling around her face.
"But, I didn't mean to say no! It was an accident, I swear! I really do want to be a Death eater, Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" Kat yelled with desperation.
"The reason you would even say it because you're lying. You mean nothing to me; get her out of my sight. Throw her in the dungeon or something." Voldemort ordered while flicking his hand towards a small black door in the corner.
"I'll just have to deal with you later," He spoke to Kat again, "I may be too busy to think of a punishment for you, maybe our now fully fledged Deatheater will come up with something." Voldemort smiled proudly at Draco.
"Either that, or we'll just leave your useless body to rot in the dungeon." Voldemort spat cruelly at Kat, and this time, she did wince.
Two bony-faced men came over and wrapped their long fingers around Kat's shoulders painfully. She, of course, struggled against the men, but it was no use. Their touch was like death himself, and their grip was an iron one. They dragged her across the disgustingly dirty floor with ease, and pointed their black as night wands to the door.
Alohamora
Their voices sounded like an evil snake hissing at its prey. They took Kat roughly down the stone stairs, and threw her with inhuman strength into the medium sized cell.
Kat's arms involuntarily wrapped around her torso. It was unbelievably cold, and the walls were covered with a wet, cold substance.
"I'll be lucky if it's even water." Kat muttered. The two Deatheaters turned around to face Kat, and they raised their heads slightly, and for the first time Kat caught a brief glimpse at their horrible faces.
They had slits for eyes and a nose, and their eyes were an icy blue. Like Draco, Kat realized immediately. Their faces looked like they were made out liquid metal, and when they exhaled the air turned an eerie green color. Gross.
One of the Deatheaters raised a pale hand and pointed a charcoal wand directly at Kat a muttered a spell that Kat could not hear, and a stream of blue light spilled out of the wand at Kat. She yelped and ducked, and the light hit the wall behind her. The other Deatheater grumbled and struck Kat on the head, hard.
Kat attempted to stand up, but she couldn't, and as she slid down the wall she felt the wet liquid on it seeping through her thin cloak, and as she looked up, everything was spinning.
Then just black.
Kat put an uneasy hand to her head, and the other one on the wall she was laying on to pull herself up, but her hand simply slipped and brought her down with it straight on her bum.
"Shit, ow." Kat whispered to herself, only to wince and wish she hadn't spoken at all. She put a wet hand to her throat, "I can't t-k, what t-e h- l?" Kat said hoarsely, with many breaks in her sentence.
Her lips were dry and cracked, and she felt as if she had swallowed a fireball. She looked at her surroundings, and found they were the same they had been when she had fallen asleep. Did I fall asleep? Oh wait, that stupid Deatheater knocked me out. Now how the hell am I gonna get out of here?
Kat desperately tried to moisten her throat with her saliva (Ew.) but she found it was no use, because her throat hurt every time she swallowed. Kat pulled out her wand and pointed it at the lock.
Alohamora
Kat whispered it with much difficulty, but it worked! The lock sprung open, and Kat stepped out into the hall of the dungeon. No way they would make it that easy for me, this is a fucking trick.
Kat cautiously rounded the corner up to the stairs, and looked around a few times to make sure no one was coming. She reached her hand out and caught a glimpse of her blue and silver ring. The colors of Ravenclaw, Kat thought with a smile.
But Kat's smile dropped almost immediately as she realized; I'm supposed to be at school today! I'm supposed to be at school everyday! Maybe they'll come look for me, but what if they don't? Or what if they can't find this place? Even if they get in, how the hell are they gonna take on Voldemort and all these Deatheaters too?
Kat pondered this for a while, then snapped back to reality when she realized the ticket to her exit was the door, that was right in front of her. She reached out quickly to grab the doorknob.
Instead, she felt a strong hand grip her shoulder and spin her around.
Kat came nose to nose with the stupid bastard himself, Draco. "Well, well. Trying to escape are we, little kitty?" He clucked his tongue. Kat managed to gather up some saliva in her mouth.
"Oh right, you can't talk can you? Voldemort made a voice freezing spell to shut you up for at least a day." Draco smirked at himself.
Kat launched the spit in her mouth at Draco in disgust, landing it right on his face. Now it was her turn to smirk.
Draco just stood there in surprise for about a second, then looked at her in complete fury, and punched her hard in the cheek, the impact knocking her into the wall. Draco immediately regretted it, Oh shit, he thought. But he kept his face still, showing no sign of guilt.
Kat clutched her cheek in pain and winced, then shot an angry look at Draco and tackled him to the ground. The two teenagers sat there struggling with each other until Kat tried to knee Draco in the groin, but instead Draco flipped Kat on her back and pinned her hand above her with his own.
Kat just lay there, bringing her face up to his, challenging him, but Draco didn't seem to care.
"I always knew I'd end up on top of you one day." Draco said suggestively with a cold laugh.
Kat smirked, "So-ry, I don't thi-nk you're too good with your wa-nd" She decided for the hell of it, she'd laugh in his face, though it came out as if she were a barking seal.
Draco sneered at her as he got up and stuck his hand out to help her up. Kat just got up and brushed herself off.
Draco grabbed her hand nevertheless and dragged her out of the dungeon to a room with a small green bed, desk and a unusually large lock on the door.
"This will be your room till we decide what to do with you." Draco stated firmly.
Kat just looked around the room lazily and waved her hand at him. She decided to make up some gestures since she couldn't speak a word. Draco looked a little taken aback that she waved him off, but left anyway, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Kat looked around the room carefully. She found a pen, ink and paper in the desk drawer, and under the bed she found a broken wand and a spell book. Kat decided to look through the spell book, to see if there was anything useful.
Kat boredly flipped through the pages, all the spells were standard spells, not helping her, until something caught her eye.
Switching Bodies Spell Point Wand At Self, Say Switchendio While Imagining Who You Would Like To Switch Bodies With
Sounds Simple Enough. Kat pointed the wand at herself. But who did she want to switch bodies with?
Oh well, I'll just think of a deatheater. That way I can switch with any of the deatheaters and get my way out of here.
Switchendio
Kat's wand shot out sparks at her face, and then remained still. Kat frowned and inspected her wand carefully. She put the tip of the wand at her face again, and POOF.
A small glove popped out of the wand and landed in Kat's face. Kat stuck out her tongue and gagged. She picked up the glove and slipped it on. Still, nothing.
Kat sighed, but she kept the glove on anyway, just in case.
KNOCK KNOCK
Kat jumped up, but just layed her head on the pillow, realizing it was probably Draco.
"Fuck off." Kat yelled simply. She heard grunts coming from the other side of the door, and then pounding. Within a few seconds, her door swung open, and to her suprise, there was only a few deatheaters, none of which were Draco. They came in, not saying a word and grabbed her by the forearms, dragging her out of the room she had just settled into.
Of course, Kat struggled, but it was no use. It felt like she had three skeltons clutching her with the grip of death.
The Deatheaters dumped her on the floor in front of Voldemort. Her father sneered at her.
"Well, Kat, I have decided on a punishment for you. We will torture you and leave you to rot in the dungeon." He said simply. Kat just sneered back at him.
"Draco, would you like to do the honors?" Voldemort asked him evilly. Draco just stuttered and looked at her.
"Um.." He said unsurely.
Voldemort cast the Imperius curse and ordered Draco to start torturing her. Draco waked over like a robot, and raised his fist above her head. Kat squinted her eyes and covered her face with her hands.
She felt something in her clutch, and opened her eyes.
She caught his fist.
Draco looked at her in shock, though it could have been just because she was wearing a glove indoors.
All of a sudden, a warm glow surrounded Draco and Kat, coming from the glove Kat had on. Then, the glow died down, and Draco and Kat just looked at each other.
Voldemort grumbled, "Just torture her in the dungeon, it will go quicker that way." He pointed a bony finger at Kat. The three deatheaters grabbed Kat, but Kat started screaming and kicking her feet.
"You don't understand, I'm Draco, I'm Draco, That bitch stole my body!!!" Kat screamed.
Voldemort turned to Draco, "Are you okay?" He asked half-heartedly.
Draco, or should I say Kat, replied
"Better than ever"