Prelude: The Reluctant Servant
`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 dim light made the two look older than their real age.
Wherever the eerie figure walked the strange shadows would follow her, keeping most of the person hidden from view, not that it really mattered to young boy, as he already knew who owned the voice and also as he couldn't see much without his glasses, which he didn't have at the current time.
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.
`Well? I don't like to be kept wait. You should know that by now. Come on answer me… are-you-going-to-kill-me? The eerie figure inquired the last part of the question slowly, as if it were talking to an infant.
Again the figure's question was met with nothing but silence and the occasional heavy breath that was drawn in by either one of the two.
`FINE! Have it your way!' Spoke the voice harshly. `Crucio!'
The young man kneeling on the floor withered in pain as the curse hit him, the wand in his hand fell to the floor and the he was plunged into a world of darkness, which he willing welcomed, in hope of a break…
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`You have done well, my dear.' Commented a hissing noise from right behind the figure.
`I only live to serve you, my lord.' Came the exhausted and loathed reply, right before the reluctant servant too fell to the floor next to the dark haired boy and started to cry in a soft sad tone that echoed in the dimly lit room….
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