 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Darrin could sense almost the second when Kristi left, Voldemort beginning to return. He shot up dramatically, the sheets falling from him as he clutched his head, a deep burning sensation swelling through his mind. Clutching at the back of his skull, he screamed, foaming at the mouth, the pain almost unbearable. Just as he felt himself unable to take it anymore, the sharp flinch faded, but a dull ache was left, where he had been placed back in his mind.
"You ever do that again..." a voice hissed inside his now hollow head, vibrating off the walls, causing a disturbing echo to bounce between his ears. "And you wont even live to regret it..." |