They thought you were fully gone. | Hogwarts, 1997.

Everyone thought you were gone, really gone. The news spread like wildfire across the halls of Hogwarts. From one mouth to another. The boys—Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise, and Lorenzo were really concerned about your well-being out there, somewhere in the dark—But none knew what really happened.

You were exploring the floors of Knockturn alley, until a pair of cold, unpleasant white hands covered your sight of view, then—you passed out.

You woke up in a dark, dirty cell up in the highest point of Hogwarts, chained up. Your mouth covered with duct tape. You couldn't move. You couldn't speak—You were trapped.

The boys, well.. They weren't feeling too good. They had some conversation—a conversation they weren't fully prepared for.

Blaise—who was the one who mostly really felt concerned about you spoke up.

"Do you.. Do you guys think she's.. well. Still out there..? Alive..?"

Mattheo—who was clearly zoning out, staring at the crackling fireplace answered.

"I think so too. She's alive. I'd know if she was and wasn't."

They were determined to find you.. or whatevers left of you.