Crossover

•chapter 9•

"It's killed meh, It's killed meh!" We all watched as Malfoy rolled around dramatically in the grass, in pain. It took all my effort not to break out into hysteric laughter at the sight of him writhing in pain. I'm not a sociopath, I just hate my enemies a lot.

The dumbass was warned like 200 times by Hagrid to not antagonize the brute. Yet, somehow, that piece of information didnt get through his thick skull.

I watched as Hagrid carried Malfoy's writhing body over to the hospital wing, chuckling to myself. Hagrid's gonna be in for a treat after this.

"Lets go." I felt a hand grab on to the crook of my elbow and drag me away from the swarm of people that had gathered where Malfoy used to be.

"wo-wo-woahhh" I dramatically squealed as Hermione continued to drag me along. Harry and Ron quickly joined us.

"Well that was an interesting class." Ron said with a nonchalant shrug.

"Yep. It really was." I added with a sigh. Harry then took over the conversation, talking about Sirius Black and a few random things here and there.

We soon split up and went our separate ways. Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their ways to the Gryffindor common room and I made my way to the Slytherin common room.

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By now, I've already memorized all the stair patterns and what-nots and believe me, it wasn't easy. I made my way up the third flight of stairs that would lead me to the Slytherin common room.

It looked like I was the only one that had the idea of going up to the common room because I was the only one there. Or so I thought.

Suddenly, a small footstep behind me stopped me in my tracks. I waited for a couple seconds to see if anything would happen. The silence sent shivers down my spine. And no. Not a good shiver. When nothing happened, I ignored the deep feeling that had rooted in my gut and continued to walk towards my destination. Big mistake.

Before I could even make it one more step, a large, cold hand snaked it's way over my mouth while the other one grabbed my waist. Before I could process what was happening my neck was swiftly snapped and everything went black.

Darkness. What a beautiful concept. Nobody every truly understands the darkness each person suffers from because darkness molds itself to each individual person. Once someone has experienced full and true darkness, there is no more hope for them to come back. Darkness: the full absence of light.

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My eyes slowly fluttered opened. I was in a room. No, a basement. Instinctively, I tried getting off of whatever I was sitting on, which I presumed was a chair. When my arms jerked upwards, a rope blocked the motion and dug into my skin painfully. Damn it.

"I wouldn't try that, love. Or would you be my granddaughter?" a cold, unsettling voice sent shivers down my back. Mikael.

"What do you want." I growled, trying to make my voice sound as intimidating as possible, despite the fact that I was absolutely terrified.

"Well, you're more leverage, if I'm being honest."

"Let me go you asshole!" I yelled out, making failed attempts to release my arms from the tight ropes that were cutting into my arms.

"Well, you know I can't do that. All I need is your father."

I fell into silence, not being able to think of anything else to say.