Since the return of my father, I've gotten more freedom than last year. Almost 12, I have more responsibility then any other witch. You would think A "normal" witch would be playing with her friends, wondering what will happen in her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Also, since she has the summer holidays off…she could be helping mother in the kitchen with dinner and having a father/daughter bonding.
Well…for me, that's not all correct. First, My mother is incapacitated right now and is probably staring out the window of St. Mungo's Hospital's psyche ward. Technically, my friends and I don't play and the only family I have is an army of Death Eaters, Werewolves, Inferi and Giants. And the only father/daughter bonding I have is aiding my father in his return so he can continue to hunt down Harry Potter, the Hogwart's Headmaster. Oh, as for my second year…I still haven't told my father that I'm dropping out. I just think it would be best so I have time to organize the army and help my father.
I entered the sitting room quietly and smiled when I saw my father's tiny form propped up in the chair by the fireplace. His deathly white skin looked easy enough to rip at a single touch and his eyes burned redder than the flames. Wormtail, Snape, and Auntie Cissy were all kneeling with their heads bowed. Snape was in mid-sentence when I walked in and they looked up.
"Sorry, you can carry on…I'm just going to wait." Snape nodded and looked back up at my father with concern in his eyes.
"The last time you came back, it was with a great risk. It doesn't mean that something can't go wrong this time"
"You weren't there last time, Severus…how would you know if anything will go wrong"
"I'm not saying that anything will, I'm just concerned for you, Milord"
"Master, If I may…" Spoke Wormtail. I Crossed my arms and leaned up against the table by the window. "With your last return, we had all of the necessary ingredients…but Potter…he will be hard to get, Master"
"We won't be needing Potter's blood this time. I still have a small amount of his blood left in me. I just need the rest of the factors. We can use my daughter's blood. I'm sure there's still some of my father's bone left in his grave and as for the flesh-" Wormtail backed away and whimpered. My father laughed coldly with a tone of amusement in it.
"No, no…" He hissed quietly. "No, Wormtail…I won't be needing your flesh this time. Although last time it was a great help…this time someone else should do it. I rather listen to someone else's pathetic sobs than yours"
"Milord, If you need any service, I'm am yours to"
"No, Narcissa. You will not be needed either. This time…I want Potter"
"But I thought you said we won't be needing him, Master?" Snape stared at the Dark Lord's tiny and withered form in the chair. Wormtail and Auntie looked up.
"I won't be needing his blood….I want his flesh and I want to personally rip it from his bones and watch him scream in pain." My father's snake-like face took a twisted form of a sadistic grin. I couldn't help but smile….greatly.
And knowing Wormtail and his stupid remarks, he said: "How can you rip his flesh if you're not even strong enough?" Father's face contorted. Auntie Cissy and Snape glanced at Wormtail and I rolled my eyes. "Wormtail…?" Father spoke quietly, trying to keep calm.
"Yes, My Lord?" "Get out!" He hissed. Snape swallowed and looked back up at Father.
"My Lord, if I may ask…how do you suppose we go about capturing Potter? Surely he must believe you will return soon?" "Knock him out, strangle him, poison him, just do whatever you can to bring him to me! And make sure he's alive…I want him to suffer when he dies by my hand. Now leave." Snape hesitated and then nodded before leaving with Auntie Cissy. When the door had shut behind them, I walked over to the chair and knelt down in front and faced my Father. He had a look of sympathy and exhaustion on his face, his eyes slowly turning blue from red.
"I've been meaning to speak to you earlier, but I've been too caught up with the Death Eaters that I didn't have time to call you"
"That's ok. I'm here now. I want to ask you something, but you can go first"
He nodded slowly. "I know that the army has been calling you 'Princess'…and you are…but you must be crowned." He said.
"What about getting my Dark Mark"
"I'd have to train you. So it won't be until I've returned again that I would have the time and power to spend time with you and maybe in a few months you will receive your mark. But until then…you need to work on the plans for my second rebirth." I nodded and stared at my knees.
"Now…you wanted to ask me something?" I looked up and gapped. Shit…I don't want him to get pissed at me…
"Um…well….I don't want you to get mad, but I mean, it would help with your return so I can help you instead of wasting my time at um…well, do you think that I can"
"Can…what?" I took a deep breath and looked away.
"Drop out of school?" I spat out quickly and closed my eyes, waiting for the shouting. But it didn't come. I opened my eyes and stared at him and he stared back at me.
"Ok." I hesitated and laughed.
"Really"
"Yes. I don't want you there. I rather have you educated by appointed Death Eaters. Plus, Hogwarts will be closed after I kill Potter. The wizarding world will realize that I'm back, Potter's dead and that it's not safe anymore. Plus, I'm sending a few Death Eaters to the school this term to teach and keep and eye on Potter just in case something goes wrong." "I thought you would be mad"
"No…You're just like your mother…you always think I'd be mad if you tell me something." I gave a weak laugh and sat down and the floor next to the chair and stared into the flames.
"I saw her…." I spoke quietly, remembering the disgruntled body of my mother sitting in a chair by the window at St. Mungo's. I felt a weight upon my stomach that made me feel uncomfortable.
"Auntie Cissy took me to see her the first time I came here. She didn't know I was there…it was as if I was invisible. I was standing right in front of her and she was looking right through me." There was a dead silence in the room…even the crackling flames seemed to be muted. My eyes started to burn and I held my breath, trying to push back the tears.
"She loves you. When she was pregnant with you, she'd do whatever she could to protect you and when you were born, she wouldn't let anyone touch her except me. She got worried that she would lose you"
Father said quietly, a tone of pain in his voice. "And there's no way we can bring her back?" Silence.
"Father?" I looked up at him and he was starring into the flames.
"…There is." I got up onto my knees and looked up at him. "But it won't be the same." "What do you mean"
"There's a department at the Ministry of Magic that holds old souls. The souls that the dementors took." He looked down at me. "When a dementor kisses someone, they suck out their soul. But what most people don't know is that a dementor only takes the necessary nutrients from the soul and then the rest of the soul is hidden away in the Department of Souls. If we retrieve her soul, she will only remember some parts of her memory"
"But it's worth a try, right!" I stood up and he shook his head.
"Security is too tight and someone could die trying"
"But"
"No. I'm not losing another follower"
"Then why not just send in someone who is useless, someone who you're going to kill anyway"
"like who"
"Um…Wormtail?" Father laugh and shook his head. "Wormtail is useful…surprisingly…but I don't think it would be a good idea to send my men into the Ministry of Magic, we already tried that before and it didn't go well…" His voice trailed away at the end and he frowned.
"But wouldn't you give anything just to see her again?" He stared up at me. "To be with her again?"
"Sorry, you can carry on…I'm just going to wait." Snape nodded and looked back up at my father with concern in his eyes.
"The last time you came back, it was with a great risk. It doesn't mean that something can't go wrong this time"
"You weren't there last time, Severus…how would you know if anything will go wrong"
"I'm not saying that anything will, I'm just concerned for you, Milord"
"Master, If I may…" Spoke Wormtail. I Crossed my arms and leaned up against the table by the window. "With your last return, we had all of the necessary ingredients…but Potter…he will be hard to get, Master"
"We won't be needing Potter's blood this time. I still have a small amount of his blood left in me. I just need the rest of the factors. We can use my daughter's blood. I'm sure there's still some of my father's bone left in his grave and as for the flesh-" Wormtail backed away and whimpered. My father laughed coldly with a tone of amusement in it.
"No, no…" He hissed quietly. "No, Wormtail…I won't be needing your flesh this time. Although last time it was a great help…this time someone else should do it. I rather listen to someone else's pathetic sobs than yours"
"Milord, If you need any service, I'm am yours to"
"No, Narcissa. You will not be needed either. This time…I want Potter"
"But I thought you said we won't be needing him, Master?" Snape stared at the Dark Lord's tiny and withered form in the chair. Wormtail and Auntie looked up.
"I won't be needing his blood….I want his flesh and I want to personally rip it from his bones and watch him scream in pain." My father's snake-like face took a twisted form of a sadistic grin. I couldn't help but smile….greatly.
And knowing Wormtail and his stupid remarks, he said: "How can you rip his flesh if you're not even strong enough?" Father's face contorted. Auntie Cissy and Snape glanced at Wormtail and I rolled my eyes. "Wormtail…?" Father spoke quietly, trying to keep calm.
"Yes, My Lord?" "Get out!" He hissed. Snape swallowed and looked back up at Father.
"My Lord, if I may ask…how do you suppose we go about capturing Potter? Surely he must believe you will return soon?" "Knock him out, strangle him, poison him, just do whatever you can to bring him to me! And make sure he's alive…I want him to suffer when he dies by my hand. Now leave." Snape hesitated and then nodded before leaving with Auntie Cissy. When the door had shut behind them, I walked over to the chair and knelt down in front and faced my Father. He had a look of sympathy and exhaustion on his face, his eyes slowly turning blue from red.
"I've been meaning to speak to you earlier, but I've been too caught up with the Death Eaters that I didn't have time to call you"
"That's ok. I'm here now. I want to ask you something, but you can go first"
He nodded slowly. "I know that the army has been calling you 'Princess'…and you are…but you must be crowned." He said.
"What about getting my Dark Mark"
"I'd have to train you. So it won't be until I've returned again that I would have the time and power to spend time with you and maybe in a few months you will receive your mark. But until then…you need to work on the plans for my second rebirth." I nodded and stared at my knees.
"Now…you wanted to ask me something?" I looked up and gapped. Shit…I don't want him to get pissed at me…
"Um…well….I don't want you to get mad, but I mean, it would help with your return so I can help you instead of wasting my time at um…well, do you think that I can"
"Can…what?" I took a deep breath and looked away.
"Drop out of school?" I spat out quickly and closed my eyes, waiting for the shouting. But it didn't come. I opened my eyes and stared at him and he stared back at me.
"Ok." I hesitated and laughed.
"Really"
"Yes. I don't want you there. I rather have you educated by appointed Death Eaters. Plus, Hogwarts will be closed after I kill Potter. The wizarding world will realize that I'm back, Potter's dead and that it's not safe anymore. Plus, I'm sending a few Death Eaters to the school this term to teach and keep and eye on Potter just in case something goes wrong." "I thought you would be mad"
"No…You're just like your mother…you always think I'd be mad if you tell me something." I gave a weak laugh and sat down and the floor next to the chair and stared into the flames.
"I saw her…." I spoke quietly, remembering the disgruntled body of my mother sitting in a chair by the window at St. Mungo's. I felt a weight upon my stomach that made me feel uncomfortable.
"Auntie Cissy took me to see her the first time I came here. She didn't know I was there…it was as if I was invisible. I was standing right in front of her and she was looking right through me." There was a dead silence in the room…even the crackling flames seemed to be muted. My eyes started to burn and I held my breath, trying to push back the tears.
"She loves you. When she was pregnant with you, she'd do whatever she could to protect you and when you were born, she wouldn't let anyone touch her except me. She got worried that she would lose you"
Father said quietly, a tone of pain in his voice. "And there's no way we can bring her back?" Silence.
"Father?" I looked up at him and he was starring into the flames.
"…There is." I got up onto my knees and looked up at him. "But it won't be the same." "What do you mean"
"There's a department at the Ministry of Magic that holds old souls. The souls that the dementors took." He looked down at me. "When a dementor kisses someone, they suck out their soul. But what most people don't know is that a dementor only takes the necessary nutrients from the soul and then the rest of the soul is hidden away in the Department of Souls. If we retrieve her soul, she will only remember some parts of her memory"
"But it's worth a try, right!" I stood up and he shook his head.
"Security is too tight and someone could die trying"
"But"
"No. I'm not losing another follower"
"Then why not just send in someone who is useless, someone who you're going to kill anyway"
"like who"
"Um…Wormtail?" Father laugh and shook his head. "Wormtail is useful…surprisingly…but I don't think it would be a good idea to send my men into the Ministry of Magic, we already tried that before and it didn't go well…" His voice trailed away at the end and he frowned.
"But wouldn't you give anything just to see her again?" He stared up at me. "To be with her again?"