I'm aware this is a different actor but I this was the perfect reaction to what I was going for. Anyway... If any of you know any good Lupin fanfics (where he's older not Mauraders era) then please send them my way!

I listened to him. I placed my hand gingerly on his dark flowing robe, and he sent me an unidentifiable look. It wasn't his usual disappointed Snape glare this look was softer and bluer.

I felt Snape's arm twist away from me as he tightened his grip: the next thing I know everything went black, and I was being pushed and pulled from all directions. It felted as though iron bands were being pulled tight on my chest, stopping me from breathing. My eyeballs felt as though they were being forced back into the back of my head, and my eardrums were rining. Once I had regained my composure and could feel the solid ground beneath my feet, I held onto my head and groaned in pain.

"It should wear off" Snape said in a monotone voice as though the act had not affected him at all.

"I thought it was impossible to Apparate to and from Hogwarts" I mentioned rubbing my eyes trying to regain the sight I had lost.

"That's another thing that has changed" he replied.

I removed my hands from my eyes and looked upwards, in front of me was a large and impressive manor surrounded by individual towers giving it a gothic appearance. I could not see most of the land as high dark green hedges protected the gardens from onlookers. In the centre of the pathway, where Snape and I were standing, a great iron gate was closed off.
The place seemed oddly familiar, and with the tug of the hot chain around my neck, I knew exactly where I had seen it before. This necklace or Dumbledore wanted me here. This is where I needed to be.
I walked forward following the chain, and Snape looked down at me, unsure of our advancement. I wrapped my hand around the bar of the fence and continued looking forward. The majestic white peacocks hardly raised their heads at our presence as though they had been getting incomers all day.

"We don't have to go in" Snape assured as though he was begging me to turn around and forget the whole thing.

"I need to" I replied with certainty.

We had entered the manor with ease, and Snape guided me along the halls with a hand on my shoulder that I was too distracted to shake off. I gazed around in awe. The inside was dimly lit and decorated mostly in mahogany and dark earth tones. The ceilings were high, and the rooms were open. There were several pieces of art hung around the room all from different eras, and there was not a single room without a chandelier. I wondered who lived here or if anyone did at all. It seemed less than homely with the cold nip that lingered the air.

Snape stopped in front of a door that was at the end of the hall, and I copied his actions. With an anxious breath, he looked back down at me, a change from his usual composed self, but regardless I looked back up at him as though I hadn't noticed the mood change. With a nod, he opened the black wooden door, and my breath hitched when I saw it.

"Draco" I whispered, feeling the heavy beat of my heart against my chest once I was met with his clear grey eyes.

He instinctively stood up from his seat at the grand table making his chair screech against the floor as it was pushed backwards and a few eyes darted towards him, though of course neither of would have noticed at that moment. I wanted to rush over to him, hold him tell him I missed him but Snape held onto me afraid I would do exactly that.

He looked the same as I had remembered him. He was tall, pale, and handsome. He wore all black clothing which made his icy blonde soft hair look striking in contrast. A ghost of a smile was painted across his lips, and his eyes were glossy with a threat of tears. His chest was moving up and down in a quickened staggering pace. It was like finally seeing a dream come true.

"Her?" A harsh voice questioned with disgust. I turned my head everting my eyes away from Draco for the first time since I had entered the room and it felt as though all my blood had been drained from my body when I met the snake-like eyes of Voldemort.

His skin was chalky white, and his face was sharp, with edges revealed by this thining looks. His nose was flat with slits for nostrils, and he was entirely hairless.

"Yes my Lord" Snape replied simply once my wide and terrified eyes landed onto the professor. I was unable to catch up with my own thoughts seeing him there, in the flesh.

"I hope this is not some kind of joke Severus, as I would not find it to be too funny" Voldemort narrowed his eyes inspecting my frame "she appears to be a weak wizard and quite... distracted" he finished, and my jaw clenched in annoyance.

"Dumbledore himself advised me to keep her away from turning to your side my Lord, so I assure you there is some power there" Snape replied bowing his head in obedience and at this, The Dark Lord perked up with interest with a smirk spread across his face.

"Very well then we shall waste no time in giving her the mark" he claimed, sending a look towards Bellatrix, who scurried to her feet in excitement.

"What?" I frowned walking backwards "no!"

"No?" Voldemort repeated, holding a hand out ordering Bellatrix to stop.

"You think it would be that easy?" I scoffed "what you are doing is disgusting, and I'll have no part of your side of it. I'll fight with Dumbledore, I'll fight with the order, and I'll fight with Harry. You will fall Voldemort and when you do no one will catch you!" I spat.

A few people in the room were smirking others frowning, but all of them had their eyes on me. Voldemort stood up from his chair at the head of the table and walked closer towards me, dragging his heavy dark robes along with him swaying around his bare feet. He used his wand and pointed it towards me, so it was merely inches away from my face. I held my breath but did not break the eye contact with him. The last thing I wanted to do was show fear. He smiled, presenting small yellowed teeth.

"Oh, you will be joining us" he said with conviction "Crucio!" he hissed. I fell onto the floor at the sudden burst of pain that was all-consuming.

"No!" A familiar voice objected, and Draco rushed towards me.

Every inch of my skin was burning, and I was screaming with tears rolling down my face. My head was built up with pressure, and the sound of my yelling with Draco's begging became white noise. A few laughs ruptured, and Draco held my hand tightly, with his tears mimicking mine and in that moment I wanted to die a hundred times over, but something about those eyes begged me to carry on fighting, so instead, I laughed at the pain with bitterness and agony.

The torture came to a sudden stop, and my breath came out fast and ridged. I looked back up at Voldemort who had lowered his wand and was now looking at Draco. Voldemort raised his wand again, and before I could reach for my own, he shifted the pain onto Draco. I screamed louder than before.

"Stop!" I begged, watching him struggle on the floor trying to keep up with his own breathing "please stop! Please stop! Please!" I continued to repeat. I looked towards Narcissa who was struggling against the clutches of Lucius Malfoy who demanded her to keep still.

"That's my boy!" She yelled in defence "Beletrix please" she called, but her sister only looked back at her with discomfort.

There was a pain in the air that painted the sounds of chaos, listening to it, witnessing it, felt like I had been stabbed in the chest thousand times over. He needed to be okay. He had to be.

"Fine!" I yelled, darting my head towards Voldemort and grasping onto Draco feeling his burning skin under my exposed palms. With a smirk, Voldemort dropped his hand to his side and lifted the curse. Shaking Draco was able to breathe again, and he clutched onto me in desperation.

"Fine?" The dark lord pushed.

"I'll join you just please don't hurt him" I cried quietly looking up through dampened eyelashes, and he was content in his use of leverage and torture.

"Maybe you love him a bit too much little girl". I glared up at him from the cold ground breathing heavily and intertwined in Dracos arms.