“I can’t believe that I’m back here.” I groaned the next day, walking into the Great Hall. “Eww, School.”

“Willow.” Neville hissed at me. “Be quiet.”

“Sorry?” I asked. “Are you telling me to be quiet Neville?”

“This isn’t the Hogwarts you left.” He muttered. “It’s different now.”

“Well, it seems the bloody same to me!” I laughed.

Neville turned to look at me, but he saw something behind me that made his eyes go wide.

“What is it?” I said, turning.

The person that met my eyes was someone whom I recognised from the old wanted posters - Alecto Carrow.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You. Come with me.” she snarled.

“Whoa, someone’s touchy.” I said cockily.

I’m a cock.

“You’re of the understanding that speaking is prohibited except in common rooms. Yes?”

“You’re of the understanding that I arrived last night, and have no idea of any rules that are in place. Yes?” I put both my thumbs up and smiled. Behind me, Neville made a noise that suggested he was dying. But not in a good way. Not that you can die in a good way but –

“That comment has just earned you three days in detention.” I was informed.

“You do it in days now? I’m going to be in detention for days? What the hell. I’ll miss classes. Classes are important. We learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, which I personally think will be beneficial to killing Mr Voldemort –“ Oh god. Stop speaking you dickhead.

“HOLD YOUR TONGUE GIRL OR IT WILL BE A MONTH!”

I literally held my tongue.

“Why don’t you call it a week to be fair, Alecto?” Said a sneering voice from behind me.

“Howdy Snape. Didja miss me?”

“For your information, Willow Potter, the world of Hogwarts is greatly changed, and you will be blessed with the opportunity to see everything first hand.”

“I’m surprised there weren’t more dramatic pauses there, Sir.”

He looked at me. It was one of those Snape looks which is all menacing and shit, but then, beneath the surface, there’s this underlying factor of unknownity that is like a secret message that no one can decipher. I bet my left nipple that Dumbledore discovered the factor of unknownity which either a) Got him killed; or b) pulled himself and Snape into a secret circle (Which is more like a line because there’s only two of them) where they plotted the best way to take down Voldemort.

You feel?

“Take your time with her, Alecto. Have fun.” Snape said, and he gave me a bitchy once over and walked off.

“So – I’m guessing there’s some torture in store for me, eh?”

“Correct.”

“Oh Goodie!” I said mocking excitement whilst following her down the corridor. “It’s not like I was tortured for the last few days straight!”

“Stop talking.”

“Okay.”

“I said shut it.”

“Will do.”

She growled, and I fought the urge to say more words.

I ended up in what was Lockhart’s old office – which was then abandoned for the next, like, five years or whatever, because the perfume wouldn’t budge. It was dark and dank without the pictures of his illuminating smile on every wall, and – with horror – I saw a bunch of first years writing with the evil Umbridge quills.

“I know I’m not supposed to speak – but what is going on here?” I asked, and I dropped my cock(iness) because I was genuinely terrified of what she was going to do.

“You are going to perform the cruciatus curse on each of these students in turn.” Alecto Carrow smiled spitefully.

I looked at the kids in disbelief, and they all looked petrified.

“NO!” I said rather louder than anticipated.

“No?”

“I won’t do it. It’s sick. You’re sick.”

“I thought you’d say that.” She grinned broadly and dragged my across to a wall with shackles – and a message written in what seemed scarily like blood – ‘The Asylum.’ “Perhaps a few days in the Asylum will change your view in things.”

She cuffed me into the contraption, where I was spun upside down.

“Thank God I’m wearing pants.” I said aloud.

“Now, children.” She said to the first years. “If you want to stop writing what you are – all you have to do is use the cruciatus curse on this trouble maker.”

I looked at them upside-downly and they all looked apprehensive.

“IF YOU DON’T DO IT I’LL CURSE YOU ALL!” she screamed.

Talk about blackmail.

One little boy walked up to me.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“It’s alright kiddo; it doesn’t hurt me anyway.” I lied with a smile. “I’m immune to it.”

“Really?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Yup.” I grinned.

“Crucio!”

Okay, it doesn’t hurt. But that’s because a first year doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Currently, I feel as though someone is blowing warm air on me.

Ouch.

One by one, the students cursed me, most of them didn’t hurt me much, which was good.

And then there was a girl.

“Your turn missy.”

“No thankyou.”

I looked up.

“I said it’s your turn, girl. Go curse the bitch.”

“I said: No thanks. I don’t want to. Curse me instead.”

“You’re a stupid child –“

“NO!” I shouted. “It’s not worth it kid!”

“I think it is. I’ll stand up for what I believe in thanks.” I was oddly reminded of something. But it was as though I couldn’t remember what had given me déjà vu. Ugh.

“CRUCI-“

“NO!” I shouted again, as Alecto raised her wand. “Curse me instead! Just let her go! She’s a child for God’s sake – no offence sweetie.”

“None taken.” She smiled.

“You’d really give yourself up for this brat?”

“Any day.”

“Fine, CRUCIO!”

Okay, this time it killed like a bitch. But I won’t talk about it. Because torture isn’t cool.

Instead, I’ll talk briefly about wifi. Wifi is awesome, until it doesn’t work. Then you want to cry for eternity. Wifi is beautiful. Wifi is hot. But not as hot as the bottom of a laptop whilst a teenage girl tries desperately to write fan-fics at midnight on a school night so that people will stop bothering her to upload. She’d much rather be on tumblr, or asleep, or dreaming of supernatural characters. But no. She’s writing. So she must like readers.

What?

Oh hey, she stopped the curse. Woo!

I could taste blood, woo!

“Cheers.” I said, spitting out blood.

“I’ll show you the extent of your idiocy.” Alecto snarled, “CRUCIO!” she screamed at the first year girl.

“NO!” I yelled, but I was drowned out by her screams.

This was a million times worse than feeling the curse yourself. Watching someone so small and so helpless being abused. It was disgusting. I wanted to scream with her. I wanted to shout. I wanted to vomit and cry. I wanted to help her, and hold her and hug her and to fuCKING KILL ALECTO! THAT BITCH IS GOING TO PAY!

She ended the curse and the girl lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, tears and blood. The girl then did something I hadn’t counted on. She stood up – a little shakily – said: “Anyway, Willow. I’m Alice Eden. You can find me in the Great Hall at Breakfast times. Please only talk throughout evenings of recreation and relaxing. I’ll see you next detention Professor.” She left.

Carrow bitch left.

And I was left trying to work out the code that the girl had just given me.