A/N: To be completely honest - I am not sure what this is - hopefully a Prologue to something I will finish. (Not catchy right... so sorry for this.) A Dramione in progress, K rating for now, will possibly change in the future. Please feel free to comment/review if you like this little snippet of my imagination. Thanks for giving it a try.
She could hear her own blood dripping slowly on the floor. This was it, this was the most stupid thing to get yourself killed over. Actually - he was, he was the most stupid thing (yes, a "thing") to get yourself killed over. And yet here she was - the most brightest witch of their age - having her dirty blood spilled on the floor of one of the oldest, most noble, always pure, part of the sacred twenty eight, house of stupid Malfoy.
She could try and escape - but what was the point - the manor was full of ex-deatheaters, current ministry officials, and that woman. She wouldn't get so far, the foyer maybe? The front door? The gate at most. She has already tried escaping after all. Three times in total.
The first time she got to the front gate, after stunning Dolohov and Yaxley, but Greyback got to her just before she was outside of this cursed place.
The second time she was reaching for the doorknob, almost out of the house, when Crabbe Sr. (or was it Goyle Sr., she still couldn't tell those two mountains of man with brains of trolls apart) twisted her wrist and dragged her inside.
The third time - just an hour ago - she reached the foyer only. Then that batshit-crazy, witch of a woman - Bellatrix - caught her hair in a fist and whispered:
- Not so fast, missy… Where do you think you're going, huh? Outside? Back in London? Your blasted Hogwarts… None of it is how you remember it. For the past month we were able to take over everything. The Dark Lord may be dead, but we are still as strong as ever. You've had your one year of peace and happiness - now it's our time. The millennia will be the new beginning, the new world order, where the scum such as yourself will be no longer part of our world.
