"Father, I don't know if I can do this anymore," a familiar voice said.
"You will continue on your mission. You're not going to stop now. Just do this one little thing and you'll be one of us. It's that simple."
"It's not all that simple! She's getting too dependent."
"Lord Voldemort warned you about getting attached. If you fail me, you've failed your Lord."
"What if I don't want to be a part of it? What if I want to get attached?"
"If you don't play your part, you will be killed."
"You don't know what she's been through, Father. What if… I don't mind being killed for her?"
"Remember your mission, Draco."
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"Slytherin Quidditch Team Try-outs have officially begun," Captain Marcus Flint called. He sounded his whistle as 42 hopeful Slytherins took off into the air. Allison and Draco nodded at each other. Flint threw the quaffle into the air. The Slytherins were divided into two teams playing against one another. There were 3 seekers on each team, 6 beaters, 9 chasers, and 3 keepers. The bludgers were thrown into the air and the snitch was released. The game had begun. The first team scored 30 easy points under a minute. Alli spied the snitch only 15 minutes later hovering by one of the other team's keepers. Alli forced her Firebolt into hyper speed. Bludgers were aimed at her. Alli swooped low, dodging both of them without slowing down. She held her hand out ready to catch the snitch when the other team's seeker dove from out of the clouds hitting her hurt shoulder. Alli's Firebolt went crazy swirling and twirling down to the sand below the goal posts. She landed on her stomach beside her broom. Draco dove to the ground and landed beside her. He put his hand on her back.
"Als, you alright?" he muttered. Alli stirred.
"Malfoy! Get your ass back up in the air!" Flint called. Draco angrily hopped on his broom and took back off into the sky. Flint shook his head. "I have fucking girls for players," he exclaimed to himself. When the game was over, Flint let everyone head to the locker room to cool off. There was only one other girl who had tried out besides Alli. A girl named Megan Jones. Together, they headed to the locker room.
"I see you got Malfoy under your spell, huh, whore?" Jones asked. Alli got undressed.
"What are you talking about?"
"Everyone knows by now, Potter. There's no need to play stupid ass," Jones told her.
"What the hell are you talking about, Jones?" Alli growled.
"I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about, Potter."
Megan Jones left the locker room leaving Alli dumbstruck.
"What the fuck?" Alli muttered angrily. She pushed the locker room door open angrily running into the captain.
"Excuse you," Flint snapped.
"Sorry," Alli grunted. She headed for the door.
"Potter!" Flint called. Alli stopped and turned around.
"Yes, Marcus," Alli asked.
"You better be glad I even let you try out today, Miss Potter," Flint growled.
"I hope you're not talking about the same thing that Jones was talking about because if you are then I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Alli snapped.
"I'm talking about you and Mr. Malfoy's little incident last night, Potter," Flint said pushing her back with his hand. Alli narrowed her eyes.
"What are you talking about?" she repeated.
"Sex on the Quidditch field, Potter," Flint whispered. Alli's mouth dropped open.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Flint," Alli growled.
"You are mistaken, Potter. Pansy Parkinson was sure to tell me exactly what she saw," Flint told her.
"Parkinson told you!?" Alli exclaimed.
"Allison," Flint muttered. He backed her up into the wall. "Calm down, babe. I still let you try out didn't I?"
"What did you call me?"
"I know you just did it so you can get on the team. I understand. Malfoy was a good seeker last year and you thought to take control of him so he could help you make it. I know. That's why I'm going to do you a favor for going through all that trouble." Flint began to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. "I have you down as a beater right now, Miss Potter. But that can change." Flint took a step closer to her. He put his lips to her ear. "We could be co-captains together, Potter. We could rule this team. It would be the best year Slytherin has ever had. We would beat Gryffindor. All I ask of you, Allison, is one little favor from you," Flint smiled. He kissed her cheek. "Just think about it, will you? I'll be waiting." Flint backed away from her and left the room. Alli let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Alli trudged out of the locker room angry with herself. Her thoughts swam around inside her head. As she headed back to the castle, one word flashed into her head. Death. That's all she wanted. Death. Nothing matters anymore. Death. Don't give up. Death. Don't give in. Death. Where is it? Death. The blade shone in the light. Death. The black of the blade. Death. Against the red of her blood. Death. Never again. Death. Her pulse quickened. Death. And the blood trickled like a stream down her arm. Death. Never again will I feel this pain.