All my life I was told that one day I would marry and have heirs. That he would ask for my hand and take care of me until the day I died. I think I was about 10 when I finally asked "what about love?" in which I got the response of "Love? That comes after marriage. You will learn to love each other and with that, the kids will be born". By age 12 I got bolder in my questions, "what if I never fall in love with him? What if I don't want to marry him? Will he even love me in return?" it was my aunt who responded with "you don't need to fall in love, he doesn't have to love you at all, and dear, you don't have the power to decide if you want to marry him or not".
At first it didn't matter, I'm a pureblood witch, I had a responsibility to give heirs to another pureblood family and I had become content with that fact. It's not proper for a witch to go against her head of the house, but then the unbelievable happened, I fell in love. I fell in love with a boy whom my family would never approve of. I know most would think it's just a silly crush, that I was too young to know what true love was. It wasn't just a silly crush, the love I felt for him only intensified with every breath I took. Unfortunately, he didn't love me back. I had the misfortune to not have red head and a feisty personality. Yes, I fell in love with my brothers' best friend who was in love with a girl from his house. I? I was just a little girl compared to that beautiful lady who lived in a tower like a true princess.
Although the worst part was that I never had a chance to begin with. My brother disowned me the moment I joined the house he despised, and soon became the target to his many pranks. Sadly I know he hates me, he has said it too many times for it to be a tongue slip. I just wish he didn't mean it at all, I wish I had the chance to walk up to my brother and sit by his side while he introduced me to his best friend. But I was fated to be a snake, hated by the rest especially the lions. I was destined to marry young to the one who offered the most. Damned to serve the dark lord and create chaos as I go, but I can't. I don't see the point of killing magical beings just because it's the wrong kind of blood. Yes I'm a pureblood but because I'm a girl, I have no rights. I might as well be a house elf, the property of my father to sell to my future husband. Who will then use me like a blow up doll and incase me in a glass box like a porcelain doll.
There was nothing I could do to stop it, or anyone from stopping. Like if it would ever happen, my brother hated me so he will never help me. Plus, I wasn't like my cousin Andromeda, she had the power and will to run away. In my case, I'm too afraid, I have no one outside my family to help me and even Andromeda would turn her back on me just like I was forced to years ago.
Why am I talking about marriage and being alone? Today just so happened to be my engagement party to the darkest wizard there has ever been, Lord Voldemort. Yep, I was soon to become the dark lady and everyone was excited, except me. Not only will I be forced to enter a loveless marriage, but I will "confirm" my brothers' accusations that I was just as dark as the rest of my family. Who will then tell my love that I was a no good, voldie shoe licking snake. Knowing my one and only true love will believe those lies just because his best friend told him it was truly what hurt the most. That alone is the reason I decided to take this mission. I refuse to die in vain and taking this mission will help bring my future husband down to a mortal, which I think is a wonderful wedding present.
Kreacher had informed me what the dark lord had made him do and I demanded him to take me to the cave, in the middle of my engagement party. No one would miss me, everyone else is off licking voldies shoes (hey, when it's true, it's true). I instructed Kreacher that the moment it becomes too dangerous, to leave. I failed to add in the "Don't try to save me" part. This is why I happen to be looking up at two pairs of shocked eyes, one pair of grey eyes and another pair of hazel eyes. The hazel eyes being the last thing I saw before blacking out. With the same words that kept ringing in my head; I got the horcrux. I got the horcux.
This story is an experiment, I have written the next chapter but I would like feedback to if it's worth the time to finish.