Sadness
"You don't have to go…" I whispered under my breath. "You could stay here with me…. us."
"You know I do," my father whispered back. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me on the cheek. I felt my eyes begin to grow hot. I was going to cry. "It's the only way. Otherwise, you know I will die."
"Will you be safe?" Tears began streaming down my cheeks.
"No, but I will always be with you and your mother, no matter what. Don't be sad, Sina. It'll be okay. Remember, I am Lord Voldemort, after all." And then he disappeared. Leaving my mother and I staring into the darkness, crying. He was gone. Forver
I lay on my bed, waiting, my long back hair spread out behind me. He still wasn't back. The screams coming from Hogwarts had long since ended. That meant the battle was over. Wether for better or worse I couldn't tell. I hoped nothing bad had happened to my father. I would never forgive myself if something had... Just then, I heard the front door slam. I sat up. Was it him? Could it be?
But no. It was my mother who walked into the room. Her eyes were red and swollen and her dress was ripped in several places. Her mouth wouldn't move properly. She struggled to get the words out. "Your fa… father, he's… ," she finally stammered. But she couldn't finish. And I didn't give her much of a chance to. No…. no….no…no…. It couldn't be true. No….
"HOW COULD YOU?!" I screamed at her, suddenly; my eyes full of hatred and pain. "HOW COULD YOU LET FATHER BE KILLED?!" But she just looked at me, her face beyond sadness.
I pushed past her into the hallway. My face was wet with tears. "I HATE YOU!" I yelled. My mother was supposed to protect him. How could she let him die? I collapsed on the ground sobbing. I heard her calling my name, but I didn't care anymore. My world had ended. It was over. It was all over.
A month later, I was walking along the beach, fingering a necklace given to me by my mother. She had died only a few days after my father had. The pain was too much for her, and I suppose I hadn't helped much. But I didn't care at this point. I only felt anger now.
Where would I go now?, I wondered. I had no parents or relatives. And more importantly, no friends. No one would ever care for Voldemort's daughter. Though, now that I thought of it, I wasn't actually sure that anyone knew who I really was. My father never talked about me much. In fact, he never talked about me at all! So maybe I could keep this a secret…
But did I really want to? I wanted revenge and I wanted it badly. I wanted to kill the one who had murdered him. I wanted to kill Harry Potter… Even if that did mean killing someone my own age…
