Sky's arm burned severly. "NO! Not...er..now!" She said in a whisper. She pulled up the sleeve of her cloak to reveal a skull with a snake in its mouth. Sky's stomach did knots. Today was the day to tell him.
Sky went outside to the Quidditch Pitch and Disapparated to a field far away. Night was falling there. There stood a man in a Long Black Cloak with a hood over his face. "Ah, Sky. You've made it I see."
"I'm not helping you anymore." Sky said as her eyes burned with tears. Voldemort simply laughed. "You said you would work for me if I spared your friend. What was his name now, Travis? A Deal is a deal. I let him go and you work for me." Sky was shaking. "No..." She whispered. "NO! I QUIT! I won't work for you anymore!" "Silence!" Voldemort said, his patience deteriating. "You have three days to think about what you've said. If you leave now, I'll kill your friends." Voldemort's eyes shimmered like blood in the moonlight. He pointed his wand at Sky. "Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" He said to her and laughed. Sky went into excruciating pain. "AHHH!" She screamed, but nobody knew they were there. Voldemort did this for nearly ten minutes and then disapparated. Sky had enough energy to disapparte and then Collapsed in the Quidditch Pitch
