Mother’s Sweets

He didn't know when he arrived, nor how long he was in there, only darkness.

He would stare and scream into the darkness and tug at his restraints, yet they were all useless. The darkness stared back, silently.

"MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!"

He twisted around but the restraints held strong.

"MY FATHER HOLDS A RESPECTABLE POSITION IN THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC! HE WILL IMPRISON YOU ALL WHEN HE FINDS ME IN THIS STATE!"

The boy didn't even know how he got in this state. He was talking to his minions Crabbe and Goyle in the warm and cozy Slytherin Common room.

"So how'd you attack the Camera boy Draco? Just like the cat."

The boy looked around lazily and saw that there were a decent amount of people in the room.

"Shut up Crabbe, you are being too loud."

"Sorry."

"And how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not the Heir of Slytherin. All I know is that my father has something to do with it."

The boy smirked.

"If I knew who it was, then I would help them with the job. I'd want to see that filthy mudblood know it all petrified, maybe even dead."

The boy stopped and pondered for a bit.

"And also that arrogant mudblood next to the famous Harry Potter. Ooh do I want to see that calm expression wiped off his face."

Crabbe and Goyle nodded their heads, albeit a bit slowly.

"So do you have any idea on what the monster is?"

The boy sighed.

"I swear, if your heads were any slower, I'd think they were going backwards. How many times did I tell you. My father didn't tell me anything. All he told me that Potter and mudbloods would suffer."

The boy felt a slight chill in the room and shivered.

"Damn, I feel like there is a ghost in here, come in Crabbe, Goyle. Let's go to the dormitories. I bet it's warmer there."

They got up to head up to the dormitories when Crabbe and Goyle suddenly fell down to the floor with a long piece of chain entangling both of their legs.

"What the?"

The boy turned around to look for the hidden assailant. Everyone else in the room also got up due to the commotion. However, they couldn't find anything.

Suddenly, a bottle fell onto the floor and exploded into a cloud of white smoke that caused the boy's throat to itch.

"The hell-*cough*"

The smoke then transformed into a dark black color that completely blocked off sight.

"Crabbe? Goyle?"

The boy was a bit scared when the two boys didn't reply back. He could still hear the sound of his breathing which meant that it wasn't that he couldn't hear, but that Goyle and Crabbe had fainted.

"Those useless idiots. I swear that they aren't going to make it pass twenty years of age."

The boy grumbled and called out to the other Slytherins. They responded back.

Everyone was in a similar situation. They had their sight entirely robbed. The smog was so dark that they couldn't see their hands in front of them.

It was a weird feeling. Knowing that your hand is in front of you yet being unable to see it with your eyes wide open.

Not many have experienced true darkness.

There was a thud and a yelp of pain which caused the boy to freeze.

Soon enough, another thud and yelp resounded throughout the smog.

One of the older kids attempted to identify the assailant.

"What the hell is going on?! Lumos! LUMOS! What isn't it working-"

Another thud. Another scream.

The boy was now terrified. He attempted his best to stay quiet. However it was futile.

"Ah, here you are. I've been looking for you."

The boy felt something coming from behind. It grabbed his clothes and pulled fiercely, causing the boy to fall down on his knees.

"Get your hands off me you-"

"Hmmm, it appears that you really can't see me... interesting. Although it would be great if sound was eliminated too... oh well."

The boy felt a cloth being forced on top of his mouth. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get it off. The other person was too strong.

"Yelling won't do much, in fact, it'll help me out more if you yell more. It'll make the chloroform work faster."

The struggle lasted for nearly four minutes, and each breath the boy took was making him feel weaker and weaker. Worst of all, the chatterbox assailant wouldn't shut up.

"I guess it was true after all... Chloroform doesn't work as fast as it does in the movies. What a shame... hey, can you hear me? Are you unconscious yet? Can't you do me a favor and just faint already. I have other things too do. Hmm... should I wipe everyone's memory of this? I should shouldn't I? Oh well, I'll do it when you're unconscious."

The boy felt a hand slipping into his pocket.

"Oh, score. A chocolate frog. Thanks man."

The boy wanted to cry.

That's the sweets my mother gave me...

The boy recognized the persons carefree voice, but didn't know who it belonged to. His head was starting to hurt.

"Ah, screw this. This is taking too long. I'm going with plan B. I should've done this in the first place. Stupify."

There was a small red flash that was quickly replaced with darkness. And that was the last thing the boy saw other than darkness.