tw; blood, knives, violence, gore.

There's a saying, that what ever goes around, comes around.

I think it's finally fulfilling its purpose.

I think I'm going to die.

Death always finds a way to creep up right to me, I look it in the eye, try to hide my fear. But once you look death in the eye, it looks right back at you.

Someone screams, loudly, and for a long time.

I blink, and blink. My body is numb, my head is pounding and I can't feel anything.

I can't move my fingers nor my toes. I think I may be paralysed. I shut my eyes, reopening them again only to be faced with a woman.

She smirks.

"You're awake." She says. I hear someone crying, I look behind her.

Ron.

"No" I breathe out. They have him tied down on to a table. Their torturing him.

Drilling holes into his leg, poking syringes into his arm. Slicing his hair off.

"Ron" I cry out. I can't move. My whole body except for my face is numb.

"Alright." The woman mumbles. "Now, boss doesn't want you dead, yet. But we do need your memories." She smiles.

A sharp pain hits me right in the temple of my forehead. I think it's a knife or a needle. All I know is that it hurts. It hurts so much.

My stomach spins, head spins. I feel sick, my body is hot and sweaty. I have no idea what's happening to me, and I think I'm screaming.

I don't know. It feels as though I'm outside my body, watching this all happen. Maybe this isn't real. Maybe this is just a bad dream.

But I know it isn't.

I'm yanked out of my body.

I sit up, crying loudly.

The woman stares at me in shock, barging at me and grabbing me. She pins me to the table, tying me.

Something hits my neck. A needle.

I clench my teeth, struggling to breathe, trying to hold my self together, to not let this serum get to me.

But I fail.

Everything goes black.

My eyes flutter open. I welcome in the cold air into my lungs, taking a minute to collect myself before waking up.

That's only when I realise, I'm still tied up.

But now, I'm tied to a table.

The same woman hovers over me, putting latex gloves on, pulling it down and letting it go, causing a snapping sound.

She smiles. I look around warily.

I'm in another room. A different one.

There's machines everywhere, tinted windows, hospital beds and hospitals equipments everywhere. A metal table carrying all sorts of needles and serums, napkins that are stained with blood, my blood, I think. Alcohol and tubes are scattered around the floor. Droplets of blood stain the floor underneath me.

Where the hell am I?

"I want you to stay very, very still, Mattheo." She says, pointing a needle at the in between of my eyebrows.

I try to move but I can't. I'm paralysed.

She stabs me with the needle. I shut my eyes tightly, biting on my tongue and breathing out from my nose.

Suddenly, I'm falling.

I hit the floor, screaming as I jolt up.

I look around, look up. I'm in a hole. I think.

Everything's white and almost dream like.

Suddenly, pictures begin to hit me. Memories I think. But they aren't mine, well, not ones I remember anyway.

It's of me, a younger version of me, and a young girl with brown poofy hair that reminds me of

Y/n's.

She's crying and I'm looking at my father, begging him to stop.

He puts his wand down. The girl stops crying and falls to her knees.

"Y/n!" I shout.

Y/n? Is that Y/n?

This is a trick. This woman is tricking me.

Suddenly I see more images of us. When we were younger, my father restricting me from seeing her, saying she makes me weak. Her father agreeing.

She's being pulled away from me. More images hit me, almost like a slideshow.

A slideshow of memories.

It starts at a hospital. Y/n is sitting down in front of me, carefully looking up at me. "Mattheo" she starts. "Im okay." I say.

She exhales. "Your dad is an asshole." My younger self looks up at her surprisingly. He begins laughing, "yeah, he is." He says.

"It's not your fault. It's his. He didn't have to hurt your mum, but he did." She says.

My mum?

This is a trick. My mum is dead. I never met her. Well, I don't remember meeting her. Now that I think about it, I don't remember anything from when I was a child.

This is a trick.

Suddenly more images come at me. One in particular devastates me.

My father is pulling Y/n away from me, taking her into a room and tying her on to a chair.

He's going into her memories, erasing them.

I scream when I see him doing the same to me.

Suddenly, I remember.

I remember everything.

"Walk!" A man shouts at Ron. He tries to stand but keeps falling. I scrunch my face, wanting so badly to punch the man in the face.

Ron falls again, sobbing and shaking like a child. The man grabs him, hitting him with a stick.

I cry silently, watching.

Watching as he hits Ron several times until there's blood covering him and he isn't moving.

I try to scream but I can't.

I try to reach out for him, but someone pulls me back.

Their testing us. Using us like lab rats.

The woman grabs my chin, moving my face side to side then letting go and writing down on her paper.

She looks back at me. "Okay. I've gotten about almost half of your memories, none with Y/n Slytherin though..." she sighs "there quite hard to get, your brain cells are very strong." She laughs.

I shut my eyes tightly, crying.

"Hermione!" Ron yells. My eyes flutter open, I look at him, he's on the floor, blood all over him, all over his face.

He flinches, his eyes darkening and jaw twitching when he sees me.

"Leave her alone!" He yells before getting pulled up and slammed into the wall. I flinch, shutting my eyes. The only sound I'm able to hear is Ron's devastating cries, him begging the man to stop. I can hear the knife slicing into his skin, cutting him. The man is laughing at him, as if it's some kind of silly joke he's making and doesn't mean anything. But when he stops laughing, and I can't hear Ron anymore. That's when I start to worry.

"W-Why?" is the only thing I'm able to get out.

I open my eyes, staring at the women.

She looks at me proudly, chin high.

"Because we have to." She says, smirking.

"And because it's fun."

"Y-You'll regret this." I say, her smile drops, she hits me with another needle, right in the stomach.

But it doesn't make me pass out.

Everything in my body begins to boil. It feels as though the acid inside of me has been lit on fire.

It feels like I'm being burned alive. My screaming only grows louder as more seconds pass by. Every second it gets worse, grows hotter, boils faster. I'm surprised my body hasn't shut down and completely stop working.

I don't think I'll be able to function properly after this. The amount of trauma my body has been put in will lead up to future problems, mental health problems and physical problems.

And I know, it will be the same for Ron.

He's sensitive, fragile. He won't be able to survive this. I need to help him. I need to get out of these restraints. But I can't move and I'm tied down by multiple ropes.

I feel so sick. My stomach feels as though it's being ripped apart, a terrible, hot liquid bubbles up inside of me, it hurts so much that I'd rather her kill me then let me live.

I can't handle this.

"P-Please!" I cry out.

She pouts mockingly.

I shut my eyes, crying loudly.

She leans in towards me.

"You'll wish I killed you after today." She laughs, sitting back into her chair.

"Y-You'll wish you were dead." I breathe out.

"You'll wish for a lot of things." I say through clenched teeth. My words surprise me, there's an anger I've never felt before coursing through me.

An anger so powerful it makes me want to rip her head off.

And once I get the chance, I will.

Sorry for the sloppy writing