The Reluctant Servant

[ABANDONED]‘Are you going to kill me Harry?’ Mocked the soft, yet amused voice. The question was followed by an amused laughter, that rang in his ears even after its’ owner had stop laughing. It was dark and cold in the small room. Shadows walked in and out of sight and faint whispers could be heard every once in a while. The dark haired figure stood in the middle of the room, breathing fast, but at the same time had a very amused smirk playing across her face. The figure playfully walked up to Harry, who was kneeling on the floor, with his wand held up high and a blank expression painted on his face. His face, which was usually handsome, was a mess at his current time; his lower lip was cut, with dried blood flaking off. The lightening scar in the middle of this forehead was bleeding and there were deep cuts on both of his cheeks. His glasses were broken and discarded in one of the corners of the room; making his unusually bright green eyes stand out with the contras of his pale face.