A/N: Hi everyone. I'm back. So this is the second instalment to the Fiddle Fates series. It's going to be a bit heavier than the previous arc and it will be a very bumpy ride full of twists and turns that I hope all of you enjoy. With the war starting everything is getting to be darker and our dear characters are no exception to the seductive dark forces. So let me know what you think of it. I love getting feedback. I know that I will have grammar and spelling mistakes as I have no Beta. So sorry for that. Hopefully I will make up for it with my wild imagination. Hope to hear from you.

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Prologue

My animalistic scream echoed throughout the room. It hurt too much. I could feel it running through my veins, running through my entire body. It was consuming me completely, and I couldn't do anything about it. It ripped at my very soul as it was unleashed from within me. The black tendrils of magic had become visible for all to see. I could feel myself being torn apart.

I let out another guttural cry as it burned inside me. It was too much. I shouldn't have let it come this far. I should have controlled the situation better, done something to prevent this. Another flare came up and the contents of the room shattered. The glass rained down on me, cutting my very skin. I could feel the beads of blood forming but it was nothing compared to the rest of the pain.

"Severus, please," I begged. I clawed at myself, feeling my nails digging into my own skin. The blood felt warm on my fingertips. It coated them so easily that I finally vaguely noticed just how much I was bleeding. They were all shallow cuts but still they formed so much blood. "Please," I cried out desperately.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to me. He lifted his wand at me and muttered a spell. I didn't know what ever hit me.