You face your classmate, watching him casually as he jabs the needle into your arm. You watch as the rush of the bell and students frantically leaving school fade to a dim black, and your body goes numb. It's almost comforting.

"Nighty, night, sweetheart." Harry mutters to himself, dragging you into his basement and tying you to a chair. He waits for you to wake up.

Eventually you do..

"You're awake! Good, good.." Harry nods to himself, pulling the latex gloves over his pale fingers and picking up a kitchen knife. Beside him sits a side table with an empty plate and a fork.