You were a maniac, a crazed Azkaban escapee, Severus Snape’s wife. Yet, you were completely in love, and not with Snape, and only escaped for the one man that you absolutely adored: Draco Malfoy. Now, Draco was sat in a room in the Shrieking Shack, tied to a chair as he slightly panicked, nobody or nothing around him that he could use to help himself escape, not even his wand. That was, until he felt an insane presence behind him.