Into the Depths of Nephthys

Lyra sat up in bed, gasping for air, her heart thumping. Thump. Thump. She closed her eyes and felt the sweat trickle down her back, slide down her face, and then she was crying as she clenched at the sheets, her knuckles white and her fingernails digging into the palms of her hands...Warning! Contains violence, swearing, sexual content, rape and torture.

Bill watched the young Elfish girl walk towards the Slytherin table, his heart in his throat. That girl looked like she wanted to murder someone, and he had no doubt that she was capable of doing it. He leaned over to Snape and whispered, “Do you think the sorting hat made a…a maistake? I mean, this is impossible…”