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The fool and his drunken behaviour had nearly ruined everything and I was left looking somewhat like an idiot too restraining the ginger haired wizard from attacking Miss Granger. That was until she had simply disapparated out of the Leaky Cauldron leaving Malfoy and Weasley ready to kill each other if the growls of irritation and fury were any indication to go by. Sighing softly, I tore the drunken fool backwards down the stairs leaving Malfoy to his melancholy - which confirmed to me that the rumours about Hermione Granger and the Malfoy heir had some credit. Interesting. If the pure-blooded wizard whom the elite members of society was involved with a Mudblood? Then things weren’t going to go the way necessity dictated and must be rectified immediately; and there was the small matter of her discarded wand. Clearly, Weasley’s observation skills were only relevant when upon the Quidditch pitch as the buffoon hadn’t noticed the one thing both Malfoy and I had done - Hermione had discarded her wand; allowing the sacred piece of wood for one within the Wizarding World to simply fall at her feet. Or rather; where her feet had been right up until the moment she had departed. The ‘to where’ leaving me curious. Not many knew that Miss Granger had maintained the upkeep of her family home despite her parents’ relocation to Australia during the Second War. Clearly? All of us have something that we cannot break free from; and for the delightful, intelligent and gentle-hearted witch? It had been the guilt she carried for the Obliviate curse she’d performed upon the Healers she had been raised by. As her…friend; I had sat with her on several occasions when certain dates had led to her locking the office door and pulling out a particularly strong and expensive bottle of Ogden’s finest and she’d cried on my shoulder. Ah.. if circumstances were different - and her blood had been pure? I would have taken her away from the foolish wizard and had a legacy that would restore the family name to one to be proud of. The Brightest Witch of Her Age? Would have been perfect for me; but her blood was dirty and nothing would alter my opinion on such matters. Purity was to be valued and protected over all matters. “Do I have to remind you Weasley, that terrifying the bitch wasn’t part of the plan? Your addiction to alcohol has led to her running straight into the arms of one whose values have altered greatly since the war and I believe? Young Malfoy has always held a torch for her; and clearly he succeeded where you failed in regards to seducing Miss Granger. It must hurt, to know it was Malfoy and not Viktor Krum who took her Maidenhead?“ I should have knocked him to the floor, Weasley needed a reminder of who was superior here; and spoiler warning? It wasn’t Ronald Billius Weasley or his brother for that matter. Dragging him out into the busy street, I looked left then right before apparating both Weasley and I away to an undisclosed location outside York and threw Weasley across the room with a cursory glance at how he landed. His bones would heal after all, and some humility through pain might ensure he learnt his place in such matters as the Knights. “You were warned Weasley to get this problem of yours under control, and yet you drink yourself to the point of foolishness. Do you think your fiancée will come back if you hit her, or perhaps falling over your own feet onto a bottle will make her see how much you love her?“ I kicked him, my polished brogues cracking several ribs and the blood trickling from his lip had me smile. There was something so satisfying about inflicting your own form of justice on one such as Weasley.. “Be thankful that I have several Muggles with a love of breaking laws in my employ and under the power of the Imperious Curse. They’ve been watching Miss Granger for sometime.. and I fear…“ I didn’t fear anything. But phrasing ones words is always so important to gain the effect one wishes to cause.. “I fear.. they may take my request to instill a sense off vulnerability and terror into Miss Granger; all too seriously.“ Chuckling, I lifted up the wizard and placed Ron into a chair so that he wouldn’t choke on his own blood. That would be a complication I had no time to deal with when time was of the essence..

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Drip. Drip. Water falling somewhere on stones. I could hear it like a persistent rhythm. Drip. Drip. The only noise to break the silence.

It was driving me mad, that noise. Forcing me to stay anchored in the real world where pain and misery lived. I didn’t want to be there.

I’d had such a nice dream. That dripping had roused me out of it, and now I couldn’t call it back. It had been warm there and light. I had been floating, I think. Or maybe flying. Free and light and happy.

Not here. Not in this place.

Here it was dark and cold and someone was making a low moan. I wanted to tell whoever it was to bugger off so I could sleep again.

It took several minutes to realize that the person making that noise was me. Even longer still to realize the dripping wasn’t water at all but blood. Mine. I could taste it in my mouth as though I’d been sucking on copper pennies.

I tried to move. My body balked. A bright flash of pain lit the insides of my eyelids as though my entire skull was exploding, and then I couldn’t stop the screaming. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. The sound tore at my throat as though the sound were made of knives, slicing its way upward and cutting the air in two.

That’s when I realized I was tied down. Wrists. Ankles. Chest. Knees. Multiple parts of my body lashed to whatever I was lying on.

Everything hurt.

That sounds like an exaggeration. It is not.

I didn’t know that one person could experience and endure so much pain.

I remember how it felt to be splinched. The agony I went through was one I could never forget. This pain eclipsed and engulfed it entirely, and I quickly found I couldn’t remember how it felt to feel anything else. There was just this. Agony. As though every cell was tearing apart.

My name. My past. My years of study. All subsumed. There was only this. I was nothing, no one, and there had only ever been pain.

I wanted it to stop, but even verbalizing the words to ask for it was more than my mind could manage. I didn’t care if there was life afterward. Dead or unconscious, rescued or executed, they were all the same to me. I would have even settled for blissful nothingness. Drifting into the black behind my eyes. That would have been a mercy. Dead or unconscious, rescued or executed, they were all the same to me.

But in this place, there was no mercy.

Then a door somewhere opened. I heard it crash into a wall with a forceful explosion inward.

A voice spoke. I didn’t understand the words. They were words of power. I’d had those words once, but they were gone, gone, gone now. Had been torn out of me along with my banished sense of self.

And then...there was silence. Even the dripping stopped. I was too far gone to even say “thank you.”

With a silent sigh, I sagged, eyes closing, and again I fell into an internal abyss of the mind where no one could touch me anymore.

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