** Disclaimer: The people and places in this are J.K. Rowlings's. As I am
not her, I own only Naginia, Mensajero, and the plot. **
A/N: Anything in quotes is said aloud (Duh). Anything in [ ] is communicated mind-to-mind. Anything in // is said in Parseltongue. This will make it a whole lot easier for me instead of having to type ".said in Parseltongue" or something like that all the time. Thank you for your patience. On with the story!
She still had nightmares.
She laughed harshly, a strange sound to her as she hadn't laughed in years. Her whole world was a nightmare, even now. She knew she couldn't follow orders, couldn't kill, WOULDN'T kill. Sighing, she turned her head towards the train window, trying hard to ignore the fact that if she didn't kill, she would die too, along with the rest of them. Nightmares.nightmares.Her life was a nightmare.
Voldemort had killed her mother and her brother years ago before he burned her with the wicked Dark Mark. She had been held in captivity for ten years after His downfall and had only been free for two years when Wormtail caught up with her. She had been forced to help bring Voldemort back to full strength. She shook her head sadly. She had done nothing.Nothing? No, that was not entirely true.
"Two years ago.Remember?" She asked herself. " Two years ago."
It had been then that she had first openly resisted. She had "accidentally" shot a stunning spell at another Death Eater and had saved at least one life that night in the Department of Mysteries. One life? Now she had been sent to Hogwarts.to kill.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she muttered, "And how the heck am I supposed to get out of it?"
If she didn't kill, someone else would and add her name to the growing list of the dead. But at least that way she wouldn't be a pawn anymore.
She shook her head slowly in denial. She was not going to kill or let anyone else be killed. She knew that there were two people at Hogwarts that would trust her. And she could save more lives.
She laughed again, the thought occurring to her that she was counteracting her father. He was out to destroy and build himself up by destroying. She was defying him with her caring for people. She was proud to say, in that respect at least, that she was nothing like her father.
The train stopped suddenly, driving her back into her seat. She gathered up her meager belongings and stood up. Naginia Elise Riddle, Voldemort's only surviving offspring, was at Hogwarts at last.
A/N: Anything in quotes is said aloud (Duh). Anything in [ ] is communicated mind-to-mind. Anything in // is said in Parseltongue. This will make it a whole lot easier for me instead of having to type ".said in Parseltongue" or something like that all the time. Thank you for your patience. On with the story!
She still had nightmares.
She laughed harshly, a strange sound to her as she hadn't laughed in years. Her whole world was a nightmare, even now. She knew she couldn't follow orders, couldn't kill, WOULDN'T kill. Sighing, she turned her head towards the train window, trying hard to ignore the fact that if she didn't kill, she would die too, along with the rest of them. Nightmares.nightmares.Her life was a nightmare.
Voldemort had killed her mother and her brother years ago before he burned her with the wicked Dark Mark. She had been held in captivity for ten years after His downfall and had only been free for two years when Wormtail caught up with her. She had been forced to help bring Voldemort back to full strength. She shook her head sadly. She had done nothing.Nothing? No, that was not entirely true.
"Two years ago.Remember?" She asked herself. " Two years ago."
It had been then that she had first openly resisted. She had "accidentally" shot a stunning spell at another Death Eater and had saved at least one life that night in the Department of Mysteries. One life? Now she had been sent to Hogwarts.to kill.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she muttered, "And how the heck am I supposed to get out of it?"
If she didn't kill, someone else would and add her name to the growing list of the dead. But at least that way she wouldn't be a pawn anymore.
She shook her head slowly in denial. She was not going to kill or let anyone else be killed. She knew that there were two people at Hogwarts that would trust her. And she could save more lives.
She laughed again, the thought occurring to her that she was counteracting her father. He was out to destroy and build himself up by destroying. She was defying him with her caring for people. She was proud to say, in that respect at least, that she was nothing like her father.
The train stopped suddenly, driving her back into her seat. She gathered up her meager belongings and stood up. Naginia Elise Riddle, Voldemort's only surviving offspring, was at Hogwarts at last.