Chapter 1
Creak. Creak. Creak.
The sound from the floorboard was all that could be heard throughout the hall. It was coming closer and my heart was racing. It kept beating faster and I knew there was no way to slow it down. I didn't mean for anything to happen. I started thinking to the events that happened before now.
It was after midnight and everything was quiet. Naturally it meant that people should be sleeping, but to me it meant something was going to happen. I walked to my room after a seriously long day of doing chores in this stupid mansion. The dark green walls, down every hall way, were filled with paintings of ancient people and shelves with trinkets adorning on top of them. It was a spooky place to be at this time of night, especially when I was alone.
A loud laugh erupted from a nearby room echoing off every corner in the hall way. The laugh was low, devilish, and cold hearted. It made shivers go down my spine in a very evil way. I followed the laugh knowing in my gut I should have just turned away. I could hear that little voice in my head telling me danger, go back right now. It felt like a police siren ringing in my ears. I got close enough to hear faint voice but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I crept closer to door pressing my ear to the door and heard the voices much more clearly.
"My Lord, do you think it is wise to apparate to Hogwarts? There are consequences we should think over." The cold voice startled. I didn't think he was still around.
"Ah, but Lucius, you haven't heard my greatest plan yet," Voldemort calmly said.
I couldn't believe he was calm. And what was he planning? I knew something bad was going to happen, especially if it involved Voldemort apparating into Hogwarts. I put my ear even further against the door, if that was even possible, when I heard Lucius start talking again.
"My Lord, what plan would that be?"
"Each and every day I have been getting stronger and stronger. Am I right?" There was a low murmur of "yes" throughout the whole room. Did he have everybody brainwashed? I thought.
"With the power I'm gaining I will be able to kill Harry Pot-," Voldemort abruptly stopped.
I was lying on the floor of the dining room in front of all these Death Eaters. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to open the door. Every part of my body told me it was a bad idea but I just had to do it. Now I had to suffer the consequences. Literally.
After all, curiosity killed the cat.
"Brooklyn!" Voldemort yelled, standing up from his chair. Every person, which was about twenty or more people, turned to look at me.
"I –um, uh –I was –well." I couldn't get myself to say anything. I was to terrified to think what was going to happen to me.
Voldemort got up from his chair with such force that it toppled to the ground. He pointed his long white finger at me menacingly. "How dare you eves drop on my meeting, after I specifically told you to stay in your room!"
All I could here was pure hatred coming out of his already cold-hearted voice. Now to me that was my worst nightmare. I let out a low whimper showing him that I was scared out of my mind.
He just grinned at my helplessness. Was he really happy that I had showed signs of weakness? Or was that his way in showing me that I was taking my last breathes and I was about to die soon. "Get to your room now. I will see you upstairs!" Voldemort bellowed.
I didn't think he cared that we were in front of all his Death Eaters. He just yelled at me without holding back. He would usually wait until we were alone. But that meant I would have gotten it worse in that same minute.
"Y-yes fa-father. Uh, I- I mean sir," I stuttered, feeling completely helpless at this moment. I was now going to get it worse since I called him father. I don't know why, but he hates it when I call him father in front of his 'people'. Actually, he hates it when I call him that overall. I think he's embarrassed of me.
I scrambled to get up and when I finally did, I ran out of the room hoping I wouldn't cry.
I was sitting on my unmade bed facing the green walls. My back was turned from the door in hopes of the knob never turning. I looked around my room finally taking in my surroundings. My walls were painted green just like the hall but with a silver lining at the borders. The wooden shelves at every corner of the wall held small trinkets with some sort of symbol. The symbol looked to be in the shape of a silver shield with a green snake forming the letter 'S'. There was also an old fashion ribbon underneath the snake that spelt out 'Slytherin'.
"One of the Hogwarts houses," I said softly. This symbol was everywhere in my room. Not just in my room but in the whole mansion.
I was stuck with a bunch of Slytherins, who somehow thought that I belonged with them. Honestly, I didn't know who I belonged with anymore. Everything just got confusing for me. I wish Voldemort would have sent me to Hogwarts School when I turned eleven and got my letter. That way I wouldn't have to see my father.
My father. I shuddered at the thought of Lord Voldemort being my father. How was this even possible? Can someone ever love him enough to have a baby? And it just had to be me. Whatever happened to my mother? Was Voldemort so evil that he killed the 'love of his life'? If…he did have a love.
Another creak interrupted my thought and I began to panic. My breathing became raged and I began heaving. It probably looked as though I was having a seizure.
Why did I do that? I thought. I was so stupid. I should have never eves dropped on him. I am going to die!
Get a hold of yourself! The voice in the back of my head yelled at me. At least you know one thing.
Oh, yeah. What's that? I asked myself. My eyes got wide like saucers. I couldn't believe I was actually talking to myself. I was going crazy.
You know Voldemort is getting stronger and will do anything to kill Harry Potter.
Nope, I wasn't crazy. There was defiantly a voice in my head and I knew it wasn't my conscience. Because if it were really my conscience, it would have told me to stop putting worms into Draco's pants when we were twelve.
Anyways, the voice continued on. When you run away from this…place… You must find Dumbledore.
I just stared at the wall, trying to slow down my breathing. I was now breathing normal when I let out a loud gasp. She…it… It wanted me to runaway to Dumbledore and tell him. I couldn't do that. I was too afraid of what Voldemort could to me.
You have too! Or else everything will fail and people will die! It sounded horror struck. I must go now, it said in a rushed voice.
Wait, what shall I call you?
Its voice was distant now. Just call me Dorthey. A long lost friend.
"Dorthey," I whispered. But before I could ask her anything else, she was gone. I sat on my bed looking and feeling dumbfounded. She was real. But the real question was who was she and how is she in my head.
When I heard the door knob slowly turning, I knew my time was up. If that wasn't the case then I still had to face the music. I gripped my wand that was next to me, with excruciating pain that my fingers dug through the palm of my hand. I heard two small, barely audible clicks and then stopped breathing for a second. Everything was dead silent, and that scared me. I took a deep breath in and stood up. I let the air out of my lungs and slowly turned around.
My gaze was met with Voldemort's blood red, snake-like eyes. I was staring at the white skinned man. Or should I say human snake. I was staring at the face of evil. A monster.
I was staring at the devil himself.
My mind started racing with. It felt as though they were racing for a prize. A prize to see which one of them was right, and to see what was going to happen to me. Every thought, in my head, was a blur as I felt my wand in my back pocket. I put it in there before he could see it. My wand was taunting me. It was telling me I couldn't do it. I wouldn't survive after this day and I should just up willingly. I wasn't listening to it though. It was just my head playing tricks on me, and I knew that. My eyes darted to Voldemort's white, ice cold hand. His grip on his own wand looked deathly. Like it was ready to kill…
"You shouldn't have done what you did, Brooklyn." He shook his head in disappointment.
I swallowed loudly as Voldemort started advancing on me. He was taking slow, long strides as if he was mocking me. I glared at him through all that horror in my eyes. I was glad I didn't eat anything at all today, or else I would have seen him in a whole new light. I chucked in my head as I imagined Voldemort's horrific expression covered in puke.
"You know not to eves drop on my meeting with my death eaters." I was torn from my thoughts as I heard him emphasize the word 'my'. His cruel, heartless voice was sending shivers up and down my spine in the worst way possible.
"I- I know." I was all over the place when I answered. All of my confidence I thought I had was merely a fragment of my imagination. "I just heard a la- laughter and I got cur- curious."
Oh, god, wrong answer, my mind shouted. I knew it wasn't Dorthey because I felt a loneliness wash over me. I took a slight step back, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"Well, then." Voldemort took another step towards me so that the bed was the only border between me and him. "I am curious to see what would happen if I did this."
Voldemort lifted his right arm, which held the dreadful wand, and pointed it at me. I stopped breathing again as I heard him yell out the second most terrifying spell in the wizarding world.
"Crucio!" The spell shot through my chest as I fell on my hands and knees. I screamed in agony as I kept twitching with the pain I felt course through my body. It was circling me like an uncontrollable wild fire not ready to be put out yet. I kept groaning as the pain got worse with every little move I made.
I couldn't handle it but it felt like the right moment. I carefully took my wand out of my back pocket and pointed it at Voldemort himself. He didn't look fazed. He merely laughed like the evil bastard he was. I guess he didn't take that as a chance to finish me off for good.
I simply yelled, "Stupefy!" in a very strong voice. I saw Voldemort fly backwards, across my room and into the hall way. He landed on the wall with a thud and slid down with anything but grace. His red, snake-like eyes seemed to turn darker and I saw a flash of anger and real hatred.
"Colloportus," I yelled, pointing my wand toward the door as I stood up from the ground. The door closed and sealed its self shut. It would only last a moment against Voldemort but that didn't matter. "Accio Firebolt." The closet door opened and out came my Firebolt zooming swiftly across the room and to me.
I looked at the broom that was now in my hand. Dorthey's words came into my mind effortlessly and without warning. It was like she was in my head again but at the same time it felt as though I would never speak to her again.
Runaway, her voice echoed through my head. Go to Dumbledore.
I thought about it but was interrupted by the sound of a door knob turning. I panicked as my breathing became shallower. I turned towards the open window with the moon shining brightly among this house. A nice feeling I would have liked if it weren't for this house.
I straddled the broom like it was a horse ready to run off into the wild… or in this case, fly off. I gasped at the jolt of movement my broom gave me when I flew out the window. It felt good to fly again, to feel the wind hit my face, stinging like ice. I involuntarily looked back to see a very angry monster, if he could get angrier. I cringed when Voldemort yelled out my name. I just looked forward, out into the night, for the first time in a long time. I was finally free from Voldemort's grasp. He wasn't in charge of me anymore. He wasn't and never will be my father anymore.
All of this would have been so much better if I didn't get this strange feeling in my gut, telling me that this wasn't the end. Something was going to happen, something horrible. I knew it was barley the beginning, and this wasn't the last time I was going to see Lord Voldemort. I prayed hoping that it could have been.