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The manor was dark…it always was anymore. The manor used to be bright and vivid with its colors of silver and green. It had always had an old gothic feel with its gray stone walls. Without the deep green and shining silver, the halls were just…cold.

Long ago I came here as a child and met the owners of this manor. The man was cold, mysterious, false, but he forced his smiles anyway. The woman was supercilious and proud, but she held warmth in her heart. Her smiles to me were always sincere, and it was easy to see that she liked me. It was a relief that one of the two adults welcomed me so fully. Then there was their son. He was not too different from his parents. He was cold, and arrogant, but we got along. Our friendship as children was based off of arguments and competitions. Yet, there was always warmth between us. A bond was made that day we met that was not meant to be broken.

Now, I walked through the hallways of their home, feeling cold and alone. My eyes emotionless, I made my way down the stairs, ready to face my father. What I do, the words I choose, every move I make, will affect the situation at such high dynamics that I couldn't even dream of the possibilities. I reached the last step and stopped, listening to the conversation in the room just to my right.

"You have failed me. Failure is unacceptable." The voice was raspy and cold, holding no emotion on the surface and contempt underneath. A beat of silence was followed by a thud as a body fell to the floor. A wild scream began filling the halls, a scream of agony. Thuds could be heard as the tortured man hit the ground and writhed in pain. I felt the pain in my heart with every movement, every scream and plea. I was unable to hold back the wince, but managed to compose myself quickly. I could hear a sob escape a woman, strangled, as if trying to be held back. The screaming stopped, followed by a low groan as all movement ceased. "Lucius. Your son has proven to be a disgrace, but you're failure is inexcusable. Now…how should we…punish you're failure?" I took the last step and took several stealthy steps toward the room. "I have heard, Lucius, that there is no pain comparable to the loss of a son. Your heir, your blood, your legacy." Another strangled sob. I stopped just before the archway leading into the room. "Does this punishment sound…fitting, enough? Come, Lucius, speak. Beg." I heard another thud, as if someone fell to their knees.

"Please, my lord!" The whispered plea was shaky. "Let me redeem myself!" I shook my head, my bangs covering my eyes. That was no way to speak to him. A laugh followed.

"What a suggestion!" He sounded amused and excited now, and I could clearly picture the menacing smile and the sinister look in his pale blue eyes. "However, this doesn't please me in the least. No, I have been far too merciful lately. Pick the boy up!" I heard two people shuffling, followed by a whimper. "I want to see the life leave his eyes." The dark lord chuckled as he took slow steady steps. I turned into the room, taking in the scene before me. Narcissa and Bellatrix stood to the sides of Draco, holding his shaking form up by the arms. Lucius still kneeled on the ground, back to me, head bowed. The dark lord raised his hand, wand gripped tightly, as he grinned.

"Ava-"

"Father." The room fell silent. Breathing couldn't even be heard from its five occupants. The two women looked at me with wide eyes, the boy with fear and relief. Lucius flinched, turning his head halfway and looking at me out of the corner of his eye. The dark lord slowly lowered his arm, turning toward me.

"My daughter." He said softly. His expression held adoration as he held out an arm. "Come to me, my child." I walked with steady, even steps over to him, stopping a foot away. He drew me in for a one-armed hug, which I did not return.

"What is going on, father?" My voice was void of all emotion, but my eyes locked with Draco's. The fear and pain in them nearly made me break my cover, but I held my ground.

"I was just discussing with the Malfoy's what the result of failure is. Tell me daughter; what is the result of failure to the dark lord?"

"Death." I said easily, smoothly. Voldemort laughed in my ear, his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes! Very good." He lifted his hand with the wand again.

"But father." I said suddenly, not removing my gaze from Draco's. He had calmed slightly, holding onto my gaze for support. He had never looked so broken, so scared. It made me nauseas. "I fail to see the strategy in killing someone so young and able."

"He is weak and a failure!" Bellatrix yelled. My eyes shifted to hers and rested emptily on her. My empty gaze gave me the advantage; all the death eaters were horribly intimidated by it.

I loved it.

"My dear daughter." His arm wrapped around my shoulders. "Should they be left unpunished for their failure?"

"Forgive me, father, but I must disagree with this choice, as it is highly illogical. We will need as many young able bodies as we can get for our inevitable invasion." Silence greeted my response as I continued to stare at Belltrix. Finally, Voldemort laughed.

"Yes, daughter. Here you come in to talk sense into me yet again. You shall be rewarded later." I fought the urge to smirk. "I will call a meeting to plan our next move. Please, everyone, to the dining hall. We will discuss how you will redeem yourself later, Lucius, Draco."

"Father, perhaps a moment for the boy to collect himself?" I said lightly. He seemed to consider my words.

"Draco, you may be dismissed from this meeting." He said lightly, happily. Bellatrix pushed against Draco's shoulder, causing him to groan softly and collapse onto his knees. Narcissa tried to help make the fall less sudden before gently letting go of his shoulder and following everyone to the dining room. As soon as the room was empty, I stepped forward and kneeled to his level. His hands were spread onto the ground in front of him as he supported himself, still on his knees. His body shook with shock, fear and pain. His head was bowed and his platinum blond hair was ruffled slightly. I reached a hand out and touched his shoulder gently, feeling the muscles tighten and relax…over and over. I knew the Cruciatus curse had aftershocks, and he confirmed my suspicions when a strangled whimper left his lips and his hands balled into fists.

"It's okay, Draco." I said softly, scooting closer and moving my hand from his shoulder to his hair. I ran my fingers through several times as comfort and an attempt to tame it. It wasn't long before he finally collapsed, turning onto his side and resting his head on my lap. Sweat poured down his forehead and his eyes were clenched shut. I moved my hand now to his cheek, noting his clammy skin and grayish tint. "You should return to your room and get some rest." I said softly. His eyes opened and he looked up at me. They used to shine silver, with a look of pride and confidence. Now they were gray, like these halls…

I never dreamt, as a child, that I would be in this position. I never thought my mother would die, and that I would meet these people. I never knew my destiny was written for me, but it was, and was tied to the boy in my arms. I closed my eyes, wishing I wasn't here. I wished I was six years back, when I started my schooling, when Draco and I would exchange insults as friends and nothing more. When Narcissa was a mother to me, and Voldemort didn't exist. I missed the old life, when this house wasn't so cold, when I wasn't so cold…

Perhaps I should explain who I am…where I'm from. Then you'll understand why I'm here. You'll understand where my loyalty really lies, how Draco and I became so close….how Voldemort found me. Most importantly…you'll know the truth.

A wise muggle once said "Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear." Life is filled with much love. The love of parents, the love of a significant other, the love of a child, and the love of friends. I have found throughout my life that this statement is the most truthful and yet most vague fact I have ever heard. My story consists of much love, but not always how you would expect it. Not all smiles are right-side up, and not all tears fall. I see in myself the truth, and I hope I can help you see this to. My name is Angel Celeste Riddle….this is my story.


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