Tw; Violence, knives.

Everyone is gone.

We were ambushed.

The last time I saw Hermione and Ron was in that ball, they were fighting off some death eaters then suddenly a bomb went off.

Mattheo was on his knees getting tied.

And Y/n is no where to be found.

I don't know where I am.

All I know is that, I shouldn't be here.

It's dark and cold and I'm tied up against what I'm assuming is a pole. A very rusty pole.

The door opens, and I can't help but hide myself.

Who ever this person is, most definitely will know who I am, and if they know who I am, well, let's just say I'm screwed.

"You're telling me you can't kill this man?" My father asks me, disgust consuming his facial expressions.

"I can't." I say. And I truly cannot. I don't think any fourteen year old boy would be able to take away a person's life. I don't know how he does it, but I know, I will never be able to take one's life.

He begins laughing, a very weird laugh.

He grabs a blade and throws it at me. It hits me right in the leg, I stand there, wincing, and trying not to fall to my knees.

"You're weak." He hisses, motioning for his slave, Peter Pettigrew to come.

He tells him to strip me from my clothes, the slave does as he says.

He uses his wand to take my shirt off and leave my upper body naked.

I stand there, trembling in the cold.

My father walks up to me, a knife I saw bellatrix using to cut open a stray dog is placed tightly in his right hand.

I look down at my leg, putting my weight in my other leg which isn't injured.

My father steps forward, placing the cold steel on to my chest and slicing down.

I bite on my tongue, hard enough for it to begin bleeding.

He begins cutting X's around my chest. I have to resist the urge to close my eyes and fall to my knees and start crying.

"You're weak, Mattheo." My father says.

"I...Am... Not, weak." I gasp.

I look down at my stomach to find a knife sliced through it.

He stabbed me.

"Hermione!" Ron screams, "you have to leave, there's too many of them."

"I am not leaving you!" I spin around, catching a glimpse of Ron. He smiles, and it almost feels like everything has slowed down. Like none of this is happening at all. As if it's just me and him in this room together.

Bombs begin to set off, and that's when I know, it isn't just me and him in here.

"Ron!" I yell for him, looking around the room.

I see him, on the floor.

In a split second. I'm running to him, running over dead bodies, over blood, bullets, knives. I keep running until I can be with him. But suddenly, I'm hit.

Im hit hard.

I fall to the ground, face first, trying my best to spin around to catch the sight of who hit me.

I can only see figures. Ten men, or eleven, and one woman.

I look to my side to see Ron being dragged by a tall figure.

"Ron..." I whisper, I can see his movements. He's still conscious.

He holds out his hand to me, it takes me a minute to realise that he is reaching for me.

I hold my hand out as well, trying to grab his. I hear laughter and inaudible chattering, I ignore it and try to grab his hand.

But I never got the chance.

Someone pulls me up, then ties my hands and feet.

I blink, looking at them closely to see who it is.

But then, everything goes black.

"You will go places, my love, I know you will." My mother said to me.

"I want to be just like you, mum." She smiles, but it looks sad.

"You will be better than me. Better than I could've ever been." She sits down, motioning for me to sit as well.

I sit next to her, watching as she pulls out a little box from her purse.

She opens it, pulling out a note.

Sighing as she looks back at me with an expression I cannot read.

"When you come of age, y/n, everything will begin to make sense. Everything."

My mother always told me I was special. That I deserved more than what I got.

But I had to be careful. Very careful.

It may sound ridiculous, but some people are looking for me. Dangerous people, my mother told me.

My father, Lucius, always told me to listen to my mother when ever she had said to be careful when out in the world.

He said to never bring up my mothers name, or his.

To never stand too close to Y/n Slytherin. And now, I may know why.

I look at this sheet of parchment. The names, the numbers, my name. Y/n's name.

It had read Y/n's family. Y/n's mother and my father.

A treaty they both signed. An agreement.

I feel as though I am dreaming. As though all of this is fake.

Has my entire life been a lie?

Is my parents not what they say they are?

Who am I?

"Draco!" Rebecca yelled, laughing at his funny faces.

"Do you kids want popcorn?" My mother asked, smiling at us all. She looks at Draco, an odd expression consuming her face.

"Yes please!" Rebecca sung, giggling. I nod, taking my cup from my table and putting it on my lap.

"Alright-" suddenly, the door bell rang.

My mother smiled, "I have guest over, everyone come greet them with me."

Me, Rebecca and Draco stood up, following behind my mother until we reached the front door.

"Hello, Marie." My mother smiled, hugging a blonde haired women. She looked at me, then at Draco.

"Are these two twins?" The woman asked. I looked back at Draco, with a funny expression. He looked back at me, raising one eyebrow up.

My mother laughed nervously. "N-No. This is one of my daughters close friends." The women looked to Rebecca, "and she?"

"She's my daughters cousin."

I smiled brightly, raising my chin.

The women smiled back, looking at Draco and Rebecca.

"Wake up." A man shouted, dumping a bucket of water on me. I gasp, jolting up.

He smiles at me, looking down at my stomach, I follow his gaze. Realising that my wound is suddenly healed.

"We have a few things to ask you, Miss. Vozenilek."

Vozenilek? My mothers last name.

A women walks in, motioning for the guy to leave. He does as she says, leaving the room and muttering a quick "good luck."

I look at the women closer. She bends down, looking at me with odd eyes. Her blonde hair falls over her face, covering her features.

"Who- Who are you?" I ask, putting my chin up.

The women looks back at the door, standing up.

She shuts the door, pulling out a remote from her pocket and pointing it to four corners of the room. It shuts off all the cameras.

Who is this women?

She walks back to me, pushing her hair out of her face. Then suddenly, she rips her face off. I look at her in utter shock when she becomes a new person. The women pushes her blonde hair back, tying it into a tight pony tail.

"Y/n, I'm Marie."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Who?"

She sighs. Pulling me up and cutting the rope used to tie my hands together.

"I'm your mothers friend." She said before cutting the rope used to tie my legs together.

"I'm here to get you out."

"What? Where am I? Where's Mattheo?"

"I'll explain everything to you, for now, we need to find your brother."

"Brother?"

Sorry for any spelling mistakes!!