A Harry Potter short story

 

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A Harry Potter short Fan-Fiction


I screamed, the agony was unbearable, all this just because they want my brother dead. “Dont cry, or your brother will end up dead” Malfoy sneered. He clearly enjoyed watching his enemies beloved sister tortured, maybe I remind him of Harry. “Crucio!”Belatrix brandished her wand, the electric blue jet of light blasted from her wand, piercing the darkness in the gloomy room. I felt the curse hit me the intense pain prickling up my spine, like pins. The curse released, my tense body loosened. Smile for the camera Draco snarled raising an old fashioned camera, “ a little present for Harry, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” 

“You make me sick” I whispered weakly.

“Likewise,” he said.  Draco stamped on my nose, I grimaced as the warm blood trickled down my face. The metal door swung shut but not before I could hear the deathly soft voice of the Dark Lord...




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