Sorry about the change, I decided to make the Prologue about something in the end of the book/story so here goes nothing.
I stared into Cleopatra's golden eyes.
"What have you done?" I yelled, tears running down my face. She stared at me coldly.
"I have done what has been needed to be done." I shook my head in frustration. How could this be needed to be done? This monstrosity?
"You... I thought you were my friend!" I yelled at her in fury. She laughed humorlessly, gold eyes intense and brimming with hatred, then pushed me into the wall of the dungeon.
"Your friend?" she paused to laugh again. "You thought I was actually your friend?! I mean, I knew I was a good actress but I didn't think I was that good!" I wiped the blood from my mouth and got up to give her a hard punch in the jaw. She growled but I dodged her swipe at me.
"This isn't you, Cleopatra! This is the person that Harry made! I know you are in there somewhere!" For a moment I thought I saw a flicker of my old friend in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared and she swiped at me; I didn't dodge it this time. Blood ran across my cheek where she had scratched me.
"Go ahead. Kill me. Kill your 'best friend in the world'," I cried.
