His dark eyes were piercing hers. She knew he could see everything, her thoughts about him, her feelings, her memories, everything she wished she could have kept from him. She felt drained of everything she had ever done, and so exposed at the same time. Her body collapsed to the floor in an ungraceful manner, leaving her in an awkward clump on the ground. She felt his eyes looking over her body as she laid there. She could hear the corners of his lips curl into the smirk she knew so well. He had seen what he had wanted. Furthermore, she was the fault of that. The feeling of guilt she would have, possibly would destroy her.
He motioned to someone as he stared at her fragile form on the ground. He knew what he had just done but it didn't seem to pierce his heart. Then again he never showed emotion. Nothing ever crossed his austere face. He knew that this would probably kill her. He knew that he would never see her again, but what he did not know was whether he wanted to or not. She had always seemed to be there for him when he needed her. He wasn't sure if this would tear him apart from the inside or do anything at all. He didn't know if this might trigger something deep inside of him to make him the man that he saw, or change him entirely. He watched as Nott floated her body out of the room, toward the place that had been her prison for the past few months.
He gestured for the others to leave. He wanted some time to think. No, he needed some time to think. He had to disappear for a while. The question was where to go. There was a war going in Europe between countries in the muggle world.
I could hide out as a soldier in either of the defending or invading armies. No, no that wouldn't do. There's to high of a chance of being killed and I don't have that kind of freedom. Leaving the country is not in the question now. There's to much of a threat. I will wait a few months, then I'll disappear.
He buried his face in his hands and let out a long needed sigh. He sat down in his "throne" wishing his migraine would go away. His hands slid back through his silky black hair. He sat there just breathing for what seemed like forever, feeling everything disappear. Losing sight of everything real and just disappearing into the world around him, becoming his surroundings, traveling through the manor without need for legs. He saw all that was happing within, without being seen.
He raced down corridors looking for the one object of his resent destruction. As he streamed through the house looking for any sight of the room to which his objective goal was in he could feel himself slipping. He could feel the veins in his body, the pain of his migraine subsiding, the cold air of the dungeon on his skin. His eyes snapped open at the sound of a knock at the door. He sat there glaring at the door as if daring the person to knock again, all the while his temper rising.
Another knock rang out through the room echoing off the stone walls increasing the volume of the supposed knock. The door blasted open suggesting the anger that was starting to boil in his blood. In the doorway stood the frail form of a thin frightened man, no, a boy not much older then 16 cowering in the shadows of the hallway.
"M-my Lord," stuttered the boy throwing himself to the ground.
"Get up boy, what is it?" He hissed at him, venom dripping from every word. The boy flinched from the sound of his voice.
"S-she v-vanished my lord."
a/n just seeing how popular it is. I might keep going I might not. Not to sure yet.