Daughter of Dark Magic and Dark Times

by Gabriel Tannin

Cadence may have escaped her Father, but escape trial from the Ministry is even more difficult then she thought. Now that she's finished school, and free of Azkaban she learns that life isn't what it seems and surviving is harder then it looks.

1. Intro

There is darkness all around me. I find that even as I sit and write this note, at my desk that I am not alone. There is always a shadow, ghost, something haunting—pieces of my Father remain with me no matter where I hide or where I go.

I'm not sure what to write sometimes, because so much of my feelings are confused or lost. I feel nothing, and yet at the same time I feel everything—even my Father's emotions. I have lost so much of myself over the last few months that I'm not sure who or what I am anymore. Since the trail at the beginning of June I felt as if I was going to be crucified, like the religious Muggles Christian savior Jesus. I know the Wizarding community would take great delight in hanging me on a cross and burning me, or something…despite their forgiveness the darkness of their doubt still hangs over my head. I know they don't trust me, even if all chargers of being a Death Eater were dropped.

They didn't have much of a case, which I knew they wouldn't. And Dumbledore really saved me by defending me and my journey here to England. I do know that there are many people on the Council who do believe I am an innocent victim of circumstances: I was born to a Death Eater mother, who was cowardly and ran away from England to save me and my Father is the Dark Lord Voldemort. My circumstances are that I was born to dark, evil parents…apparently evil and an interest in dark magic skips generations because I am disgusted by my parentage.

I have found refuge in my new home, with Sirius. He is what gives me strength, especially as Gabriel's trial approaches. Despite the fights that Gabriel's trial has brought on, I still love Sirius because he continues to support me no matter what happens. And a lot keeps happening, life continues to surprise, as people do. I never know who to trust, and I fear that I really can't trust anyone—not even those who claim to love me. I suppose time will tell, until then I have come to accept that we live in very dark times, and we are still trapped in them. The light will not return to our magical world for years, I just hope that there is enough courage within the good witches and wizards of England to see this war through, and to fight to the eventual finish.