Chapter 32 - Betrayal

Kit awoke with a start. She looked around the dark room and breathed in the air around her. The scent wafting through the air was so familiar! She was in her bed in the Slytherin dungeons! Had all that had happened actually been a dream? No, it wasn’t! She looked down at her arms and saw the slight burn marks. She felt the urge to see Cyrus. She got up and dressed as if someone was controlling her. She knew she was doing it by choice somehow. She grinned and walked to the Great Hall.
In the Great Hall, Cyrus was heading towards the Gryfindor table, feeling awkward about his actions the previous day. He felt as though he couldn’t help but be rude. He felt terrible about that now though. He saw Kit approaching and walked up to meet her.
“ Kit, I’m really sorry about the other day… I guess I just wasn’t myself… I…!”
Kit pushed herself into Cyrus’s arms and kissed him passionately on the lips. He was shocked at the sudden action by Kit. She was drawing a lot of attention towards them by making this move. Cyrus wanted to ask what was going on but, strangely enough, didn’t want to stop kissing her. She seemed different than normal though. She was kissing him forcefully instead of gently. Why was she acting so odd? She was also wearing a tight, low-cut, belly-shirt, black tank top and a black leather mini-skirt. She had on shiny, high, black boots as well. Her hair was in a low, loose ponytail and she had sparkling green eye shadow on her eyelids. She had red lipstick on as well. Black eyeliner was on her eyes too. Cyrus never knew she had her ears pierced either up until now! What was wrong with Kit today? H pushed Kit off of him, panting and catching his breath. Her eyes looked foggy, almost as if she’d had one too many butterbeers. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him to her.
“ Hello Cyrus. We’re going outside for a walk.”
“ We are? When did we decide this?”
“ I decided now.”
Kit dragged Cyrus out of the great oak doors leading outside. He noticed the sun shining, casting dark shadows upon the ground. Kit took off her outer robes and threw them on the ground. Cyrus noticed that her wand was still in her hand. She turned to him and laughed almost evilly.
“ Oh Cyrus, you really are as gullible as you look!”
Kit laughed again, pointing her wand at Cyrus. He reached in his robes for his own wand, pulling it out with one fluid motion. He pointed it at Kit, who was laughing harder than ever. The clouds flowed over the sun, covering the radiant light. Fog rolled in across the grounds. Cyrus turned quickly enough to see Death Eaters apparating in a circle and him and Kit. Kit seemed calm and unaware of the new company. In a flash of red light, Lord Voldemort appeared beside Kit. He laid a bony, white hand on Kit’s shoulder. He smiled at Cyrus and patted Kit on the head. She smiled back and stood loyally by his side.
“ Well, well, well Cyrus. It looks as though you are trapped, now, doesn’t it?”
Voldemort laughed evilly and stepped away from Kit and to the side.
“ You have two, I repeat, two options. You can join me, or…!”
“ I’ll never join you!”
Voldemort laughed wickedly at this shout before continuing on.
“ You can join me, or, you can fight my choice of a servant. If you win, I’ll let you off easily. I’ll let you go back to school and I’ll leave you alone for the time being. If you lose, however, you must join me or you’ll pay the price.”
Cyrus was astounded! He couldn’t join Voldemort, but he didn’t know whether his father was hiding a trump card up his sleeve or not. He nodded and looked seriously at Voldemort.
“ I’ll never join you, not on my life, but I will fight your servant.”
Voldemort laughed stepping back towards Kit.
“ Very well then! You shall duel… Kathryn Johnson!”

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