'Not right' Kristoff thought, 'It's not right!'

"Now..." came the dripping poison that was the voice of the Dark Lord. He turned his gaze on Kristoff, reveling in the tormented gaze the boy had locked on the girl. "This girl is to become a new recruit of mine...but she tends to be a bit..." and the Dark Lord turned his gaze on Alma, "...incorrigible."

He turned his gaze back to the boy then, back to Kristoff. "You, my dear apprentice, are going to assist."

Kristoff snapped his steel blue gaze over to the Dark Lord then. 'No,' he thought, swallowing harshly.

"She is to swear allegiance to me, and you are to make sure she does so." The Dark Lord let his baleful gaze delve into the trembling steel blue pools.

"I-I c-can't." Kristoff stuttered, taking a step back, the glass rims falling away from his eyes slightly to land on the bridge of his nose.

"You will," The Dark Lord hissed sternly, one claw-like pale skinned hand lifting and disappearing inside the pocket of the wizard's robes.

"N-no, I c-can't. Please-"

"Imperio."

Kristoff's plea was cut off abruptly as the spell was uttered. He had the sudden feeling of a rough pressure being put on the back of his head, under his skull. The room spun, swam before his vision, dimmed, and was engulfed by darkness.

When next he opened his eyes, it was to the view of a blank, white ceiling. Normal, if not blurred enough so as to be hard of vision. The boy sat up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed, and scrambling along the surface of the table nearby.

His fingers came into contact with a cold, metallic surface, and he gripped onto them. Bringing the item up, he placed them over his ears, and in front of his eyes. Instantly, the room came into focus.

"What..." he muttered to himself, taking in a shaky breath, and closing his eyes tightly, "What did I do..."

That was the question plaguing his mind, what exactly had he done to her? He had no recollection, no memory of what the Dark Lord had forced him to do.

'Something bad, though' Kristoff thought.

He thought, 'It must be something real bad.'

There was a sharp intake of breath as the world spiraled into a whirlwind of color before Kristoff's eyes. He wasn't in his room anymore!

'Wait,' he thought, 'I must be...'

But he wasn't...not really.

It was in the dungeons, Kristoff was standing off to one side, Alma chained to the far dungeon wall, and the Dark Lord standing in the doorway, his frame silhouetted against the darkness.

He was saying something, the Dark Lord...but Kristoff was unable to make out exactly what. There was a sneer on the Dark Lord's face, and his wand was raised.

Kristoff's through clenched tightly, shutting out all air, and his eyes widened. He wouldn't...he couldn't...

'But he would,' Kristoff thought, 'he will'

Then a word was said that Kristoff had no trouble understanding whatsoever. A word that, when heard, could be the last word you will ever hear.

"Avada Kedavra," the Dark Lord hissed out, and Alma fell. She fell, and didn't move.

"No!" Kristoff heard himself scream, opening his eyes quickly and darting his frantic gaze about his room. He took in a shaky breath, putting his head in both hands, and closed his eyes.

A single drop of water fell to the floorboards then, dripping from the glass rim framing the boy's steel blue eyes.

"No..." He uttered again. "Not that...not that."

He sat up, looking towards the door, and getting to his feet. Walking forward, he placed a hand on the iron door handle, hesitated for a moment, took in a breath, and turned it.

Kristoff stepped out into the hallway, turning to silently close the door behind him, and started to where he knew his friend would be. He started for the dungeons.

Walking down the stone staircase, he head into the one cell dungeon, and down the hall leading to the steel, locked door. She was in there...no more than ten feet away. He raised a hand up hesitantly towards the handle, opting to open it. But he faltered, and withdrew his hand.

Backing up, Kristoff let himself lean against the stone wall, sliding down into a sitting position directly across from the door.

It had been so long, and he had no idea what he'd done to her back there. What if Alma didn't forgive him? Why would she forgive him? Why should she? He'd probably hurt her-badly. And aside from that, for all Kristoff knew she'd changed after all these years. For all Kristoff knew, she might've been angry at him for leaving like that.

And what must they have thought? Kristoff had been gone, and his mother would've been there, dead. It must've surely looked like he'd killed his own mother, and run off! Alma might not even think of him as a friend anymore...

But he had to take a chance, before the premonition came true; he had to take a chance. Maybe...maybe if he did, he could change what happened. Maybe if he did...he could change the future. Maybe if he did...he could save her, save Alma, save his one friend.

So he stood up, taking in a breath, and letting it out slowly. He pressed his glasses to his face, as they'd fallen once more, and stepped forward, placing his hand on the handle, and slowly closing his fingers to grasp it.

This is it, he thought.

He thought, No turning back after this.

And so he turned the handle, throwing his weight against the door to open it. The sound of the metal scraping the stone flooring was deafly loud, he thought. Surely someone would hear it, so he didn't have much time. He slipped in through the gap between the door and door frame, peering into the dark cell, and spotting his old friend.

"Kristoff?" came the quiet, questioning voice of the girl. She was chained to the far wall, entire ensemble looking immensely disheveled, skin covered in dirt. "It is you, isn't it?"

The boy said nothing, simply took a single step to the side, and slid down into a sitting position against the wall by the door. He couldn't look at her for too long...she looked so...so bad. What had he done?

"Come on," Alma urged gently, patting at the floor beside her, the chains clinking together in the silence as she did so, "I've missed you Kristoff...so much."

He moved, but not as close as she'd beckoned him to. He shifted himself slightly, moving to sit against the wall that she was on, but farther down, closer to the door. Had she missed him? Had she really? Then...then she still thought of him as a friend.

"Kristoff..." She continued, turning her gaze worriedly on her old friend, "Are you alright?"

His throat clenched horribly then, closing tightly and threatening to suffocate him. Kristoff quickly snapped his gaze to Alma, narrowing his eyes in anger, anger at himself. "I should be asking you that Alma." He said hoarsely, turning his gaze to the wall across from him, staring angrily, blankly. "How bad was it...what I did?"

"You did nothing Kristoff!" Alma retorted, trying to move towards her friend, but being held back by chains, "It wasn't you, it was him, it was that monster."

"...It was..." He started, letting out a harsh breath, squinting his eyes as they threatened to water, "...It was bad then."

"No!" Alma narrowed her eyes, then softened them, looking at the ground for a brief moment, "It did hurt Kristoff." And as she heard the faint, muffled sound of a self-angered sob threatening to burst forth from her friend's vocals, "But it wasn't your fault! None of it was, you'd never do that to me. Never!"

"But it did hurt..." he muttered.

"But it wasn't you Kristoff!" Alma continued, pulling against the chains.

The conversation was put to a halt then as the thin band of light coming from the cracked door was blocked by the silhouetted figure of the Dark Lord. Kristoff looked up, quickly getting to his feet, standing with his back against the wall and looking over to the wizard.

"And what have we here?" the poison poured out into the silence of the dungeon, "Kristoff, you should be in your room."

Kristoff said nothing; he just turned his gaze down, shaking lightly, mouth pursed.

"Now now, if this..." and he turned his gaze to Alma, "...girl is to be a distraction for you. Perhaps she should be disposed of."

The boy's head turned up, steel blue gaze locked onto the older man, "No!" he shouted, voice cracking as it emitted from his vocals, "Please-don't. It...It won't happen again."

The Dark Lord only turned his mouth in a sadistic grin that only someone able to derive pleasure from others pain could muster. "No...I think that is the right thing to do. I can't have my apprentice having any other thoughts on his mind..." He had pulled his wand out of his pocket, turning it up to point at Alma.

And that was it, his premonition. It was happening...it was happening now. And...And he couldn't let it happen; he couldn't loose another person in his life. He couldn't!

"Avada Kedavra" Came the uttered spell, and Kristoff's heart felt as though it skipped a beat.

It happened so quickly, he barely thought about it. But as the spell was flying, as Alma thought she would surely never leave this cell, Kristoff had acted. He'd started to do something that would change the future he'd seen. He'd never tried to change the future before...but he did now. He tried...and he succeeded.

"Kristoff!" Alma shrieked, tears immediately springing to life at the corners of her eyes, "No!!" She shrieked once more. "You monster, you monster!" she kept repeating the phrase, sobs overtaking her voice soon enough.

It was weird, he thought, it felt weird. Kristoff...he thought it would hurt. But it didn't...there was that strange pressure again, like earlier, but this time it was in his chest. In his lungs and his stomach and...and in his heart. It had skipped a beat again, but...but more than one.

His heart kept skipping beats more and more frequently, and then there was a solid surface at his back. The floor? Yes...it must've been. Someone was laughing...he hated that laughter. But...but someone was crying too. Someone was crying, someone he'd never heard cry before.

But it was happening so fast, he couldn't move anymore, couldn't open his eyes, couldn't breath.

So, he thought, his last ability it would seem.

He thought, this is what it's like...