It was dark- and very, very cold. Her indistinct vision gave her no hint as to where she was. Everything around her was so vague, so blurry. Tiny goosebumps continued to grow along her forearms, the paling palms of her hands having harsh contact with the freezing stone floor beneath her. How did she get here? Quiet, demon-like creatures roamed about and whispered in her head. Why was she here? Their indescribable words echoed in her ears as she trembled in fright. Who put her here? Tears slowly fell from her bloodshot eyes. She couldn't see. The elderly woman couldn't feel, or smell, or taste the musky air surrounding her thinning body, either. Hearing was her only sense that seemed to work. She shivered and strained her ears in hope that someone would be calling for her to get her out of there.
But unfortunately, no one came to her rescue.
She balled her hands into fists and uttered a helpless cry. Apparently, she seemed to be stuck in a secluded room filled with negative magic, and had been in here for weeks. Her magic had been stripped from her and afterwards, she'd gotten thrown in here. But the supposed-to-be Hogwarts Professor didn't exactly know who'd done this crime, as they Obliviated her memory of them. Her choked pleads continued, echoes rebounding loudly around the room.
"Anyone, please," the terrified woman whispered, "Help!"
The demon-like creatures looked at one another and grinned. They flew up to the professor, and using their magic, they overpowered her mind with emotions.
Her sadness levels ascended higher, and higher, and higher...
And then suffocated her.
She flinched, screaming in agony. The creatures took advantage of this and entered her magical shields so they could properly torture her. They painfully removed strands of her memory, leaving her dumbstruck throughout the rest of the punishment.
The glass-shattering shrieks that erupted from her grew louder by the second. Her body trembled lightly on the ground. She wasn't in control of herself anymore.
Abruptly, the pain ceased, and all was silent.
Her body slumped against the stone floor in a lifeless heap. Blood trickled from a cut on her temple. Her neglected glasses lay a few feet away from her. Before she could reach for them, the world around her went black, and her heart stopped beating.
She was dead.
And the Light grieved, and the wild Dark rejoiced.