Hogwarts walls seemed to loom in at this ungodly hour. Clocks ticked and begrudgingly fell into step with Coriolanus’ hurried pace down the halls, as he raced for the chambers’ entrance in the girls bathroom on the third floor.

Once the chambers’ damp and eerie feel familiarly embraced his senses he found His Lord, or as he used to refer to him, Tom was pacing back and forth before a group of their friends, death eaters, who were also in their sixth year at hogwarts and also belonged to Slytherin.

As Tom turned to see Coriolanus, he waves his hand to the others. “Go.”

Coriolanus approached him. “My Lord there is-“ Tom’s snap interrupted him. “I don’t care about formalities when she’s missing.” Coriolanus looked taken aback for a moment before nodding. “She’s not in her room. Candle was cold, and there was no water in her shower.”

Tom nods. After hoping you’d return back, safe and.. sane, they were mockingly proved wrong. You’d gone on a little… spree. Killing, torturing; the lot. You’d become a little unhinged after dealing with grief and someone making a comment.

In tandem the two gorgeous wizards set out to find you. Their girl. You’d wormed your way into both their hearts with ease, and now you missing? Not okay.

They find you stood in some dark alleyway holding your wand, breathing shakily. The two didn’t know what to do.