Rating: PG
Pairing: Michael/Daphne
Characters: Michael Corner and Daphne Greengrass
Summary: The Imperius Curse is a terrible thing...
Notes: Writing challenge based on lyrics. Angst!
It was amazing that she'd resisted. There was one time she told Michael that she wasn't sure if she could... That if it came down to it, she'd have to submit because she'd be too afraid to do otherwise. And she hadn't exactly created that underground resistance, but she did perpetuate it. Kinda. Maybe. And others followed in her lead, each fighting it in their own way. It was enough that someone was resisting. It meant more that she was a Slytherin. Word passed, as word does, and eventually, word got to Michael.
They were keeping her in a small room, locked in the Imperius Curse so that she wasn't allowed to move or look at anything or speak. But every once in a while, her head would turn toward a noise or her eyes would focus, and that's why she couldn't be used by the Death Eaters. Because even from the beginning, she would question. Who knows why they didn't just kill her? Michael was glad they didn't as he shook her shoulders and spoke her name. One couldn't just fight off that curse, though. It would take time. Care. Patience.
It wasn't until a solid year later that he was telling her about his day and she looked at him in utter bewilderment... Actually looking at him for the first time in forever. And he was so proud of her, and he couldn't help it. He told her all about what she'd started - kinda - in a rush. It must have been a little overwhelming for her.
"Shadows," she said quietly, closed her eyes, and made a conscious decision to fall asleep.
