The Shrieking Shack is an abandoned house in Hogsmeade that is believed to be haunted. Few dare to enter the house, even the ghosts of Hogwarts, for fear of the terrible creature that is rumored to live inside. In reality, the terrible monster was Professor Remus John Lupin in werewolf form.
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Isabella sat shackled in the middle of the Shrieking Shack, her head hung forward so that red strands threatened to touch the years worth of grim that had built up on the floorboards. Footprints in the dust were the only hint that someone else had been there and as Isabella just barely moved, the chains only threatened to rub her delicate flesh raw. The serpent was finally caught and unable to do anything but helplessly glare at the peeling, filthy paint that coated the walls of the small shack. There was no way she could charm her way out of this one.
Though he'd never known Isabella personally, it didn't make the task of capturing her any easier. She was, after all, one of his year mates and that could've spelled disaster for him on a social level; even besides what the Serpents might've - and still could - do to him. He was glad that, no matter how close she seemed to be to one of the front runners of their year in Potions, a simple sleeping potion was all it took. He'd chosen the Shrieking Shack because it was of easy access and nobody ventured there often enough. Unaware that she was awake, he made his way about the shack, his footsteps echoing against the creaks of the old wood. His task was simple - kill the Serpent Queen heir.
Bella let out a low chuckle as the chains clanged softly with her adjustment of position, her form attempting to lift from being on her knees. The sleeping potion had been extremely potent so her limbs were struggling to react to what her brain was telling them; the rate in which she recovered from such potion likely remarkable all in its own. "A sleeping potion? Really?" The redhead stumbled slightly and fell back onto her knees, her intense skin-piercing glare now directed at Harley. "When I get out of here I'm going to decorate Hogsmesde with your bloody entrails," she spat angrily, her spirit still very much awake and alive.
Having entered the room, Harley was fascinated with how she moved. He didn't know what he expected, not really, but it was more than interesting to see how Bella moved now - the composure she often had around Hogwarts was gone and part of him felt proud because he did that. He expected her response, he really did, but it didn't make the processing of and response to it any easier. "If you get out," he corrected, gaze meeting hers, "Even if you did, killing me would be your biggest mistake yet." He looked her up and down, "You're not in any position to make threats, so it'd be wise to shut up."
The female narrowed her eyes to slits, lip curling venomously as she recoiled ever so slightly, like she was considering her options. "Killing you would be my most satisfying murder yet," she purred softly, her sharp finger nails digging into her thighs as she tilted her head. "Let me tell you something, love. The only person who can tell me to shut up is the one who has the balls to make me." Isabella allowed the corner of her mouth to twitch up into a sardonic sort of smile. "What do you want? As fun and kinky as this is, I do grow weary of these chains," she growled, her sarcastic tone shining through the annoyed quips.
"I'm sure you and your twisted gang have killed more satisfying people than me, sweetheart," he replied easily, feeling his teeth grit together. It wasn't easy to get under his skin, but Bella was the only thing standing between him and his childhood dream; he wasn't about to hold back. Without a second thought, he raised his wand and muttered Stupify under his breath, aiming to daze Bella. "I don't care what you grow weary of, that's the last of my concerns."
"Yet none have been so bold as to capture and chain me," she hissed lowly, dark eyes moving away from him to scope out the shack. She didn't really see any objects of torture or other Serpents so she could zero out his intention to wipe the Serpents off the map - but she was the last Kingsley able to take on the position of leader and not destroy the gang so her gaze moved back in time to see him draw his wand. She didn't flinch when the spell hit and caused her to slump more. Isabella grasped onto the floorboards to stop herself from sinking into them and found herself focusing and unfocusing on a small spider that was knitting a web.