"Elle, what's happening to you? Please tell me so I can help you!"
She writhed in his bed as the voice of her master repeated in her head. She reached out and grabbed Draco's hand which sent a cool wave of serenity as her body began to slow down.
"This can't keep going on without me knowing what to do. So you need to tell me what's happening to you."
She continuously shook her head to say no.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. I need to kn-"
"I can't."
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Dementor
FanfictionI never talk. I never eat. I'm pale and my skin is colder than you could ever imagine. When I walk past, everything around me becomes a tragedy. I am alone. I am unresponsive. I am you worst nightmare. I am death itself.
