HERE IS THE SEQUEL TO "WHO TO TRUST, WHO TO HATE"!
Before you read past this, check to make sure you have an ample amount of tissues by your side.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own Harry Potter.
~*~*~The Prophecy~*~*~
In May, 1980, the Last will be born.
Different than the rest, but many traits the same as the One Before.
Skilled she will be, like the One Before.
She will survive that attack when she is five,
but at a horrible price ten years later,
yet bringing her special abilities, not at all like the One Before.
Once the discovery is made at the age of sixteen,
on the seventeenth day of the sixth month,
destruction shall begin to fall upon the Older Three.
The first to fall will be killed by one who does not know,
by one who is in a fit of rage.
The second to fall will be by one who wishes to save one they love,
by one who seeks revenge.
The third and last to fall will be by one who seeks to avenge.
~*~*~The Letter~*~*~
Dear Larisa,
Yes, I know, you are probably shocked that I, the most feared Death Eater,
have written to you. You asked down in the Department of Mysteries about why
your father and I want you dead. Well, he wants you dead because of the prophecy.
Me, I have a different reason. Let me tell you a story about two girls who were my
sisters and my best friends...
Helena Alice Irli and Sienna Violet Irli were my younger and older sisters.
Helena was younger than me by three years, and Sienna was older than me by
three years. Helena and I were very close, and I loved her dearly. Sienna and I
were also close, but Helena was always my favorite sister. She looked just like you,
except for the eyes. She had normal eyes, and they were both blue, the exact color
of your left eye. She was albino, so she was not like the rest of my family (black hair
and blue eyes.). I'm a little different, because of my eyes being hazel. They were not
originally hazel, however.
One day, when I was eight, Sienna was eleven, and Helena was five, our
parents went out. Sienna was in charge, and we got into an argument. I went into
a very violent rage. Being that I was only eight and I had no control over my magic,
I caused an explosion that blew the whole sitting room apart. Helena and Sienna
were both killed in the explosion, and I was devastated by their deaths. To my
horror, my parents didn't care, because they were both Squibs.
That's why I joined the Dark Lord. I couldn't live with myself, knowing
that I accidentally killed my two best friends and sisters. The things I did during
the first war made my conciense go away, and I could finally relax.
That all stopped when you were born. You looked almost exactly like Helena.
That is why your middle name is Helena. I thought I would be able to survive it, but
as you grew, you began to look more and more like Helena. It made my conciense
come back, and I was finding it more and more difficult to look at you. When you hit
age five, you were almost exactly like her, and I could hardly bare to look at you,
because you showed what could have happened if I did not lose my temper. When
your father said we needed to kill you, I was a little reluctant, yet you were causing
me so much pain.
I still want you dead for this reason. I cannot go through this pain anymore,
and I consider myself blessed that the Dark Lord has a plan that will take you down
emotionally until you feel the same way as me whenever I look at you.
From,
Sophia Emese Rei
P.S.- My nose still hurts from our encounter in the graveyard last year. Shame on you.
~*~*~Chapter One: Depression~*~*~
Sixteen year old Larisa Helena Rei lay motionless on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Her long white hair with a black streak in the bangs was tied into a ponytail and pulled off to the side so it draped over her right shoulder. Her mismatched eyes, a blue left eye, and a red right eye with a slash over it, were both misty, yet devoid of any emotion. Slowly, she reached up to brush a loose hair out of her face. Her left sleeve fell slightly as she rose her arm, revealing the Dark Mark branded on her arm. She kept her eyes off of it as she lowered her arm back to her side, then continued to stare up at the ceiling.
The room was a little cramped, but it was nice. In front of the window on the right side of the room, there was a desk that had an empty cage sitting on it. Next to the cage, there was a small stack of books that were starting to gather dust. The most interesting thing on the desk, however, was a box that had very strange patterns carved into it. There was an old skeleton key sitting on top of it, also gathering dust. On the other side of the room, there was a wardrobe, and next to the there was an old bookshelf with five shelves. Only the top two shelves had books on it, though. The other shelves were occupied by random objects. Among them was another box with an interesting pattern carved into it, only it didn't lock, and it was much smaller. On a table next to the bed, there was a small clock and another box. Only, this one was long, flat, and shiny. The lid was open slightly, revealing two wands.
A few feeble rays of sunshine came creeping into the room, falling across Larisa's face. She blinked a few times, and then the sun vanished as quickly as it had come. The sun rarely shone anymore, not since Lord Voldemort had revealed himself to the public by mistake. Open war had been declared on the Wizarding world, and a large depression was sweeping the whole nation (mainly due to the dementors, formerly guards of Azkaban prison, deserting the prison and swooping up and down Britain.). The Ministry of Magic was trying to find and capture Lord Voldemort's followers, yet they were proving incompetent at the task.
Larisa herself was an unwilling follower of Lord Voldemort, forced into the task back in 1994, when she was only fourteen years old. Then, just a few weeks ago, she had discovered a prophecy about herself while fighting against Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries. Then, only a few days after that, she received a letter from her mother and sworn enemy for life. The letter was safely tucked away in the box on her desk, where she had taken to hiding things she hoped she would someday forget about. There was another thing that was haunting her, but she couldn't put it in a box to try and forget about...
Lord Voldemort had a plan to kill her by taking her down emotionally, and said plan had come into effect just a week ago. The worst part was that it was working. Just an hour after in came into effect, Larisa had gone into depression, much deeper than she was before.
"Larisa?" There was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" Larisa asked, her voice strained. Her eyes remained misty, but still devoid of any emotion. The door opened, and a woman with very curly black hair came in.
"Are you alright? You're awfully quiet..." She asked.
"When am I ever not quiet anymore?" Larisa asked, still staring at the ceiling.
"You're quieter than you usually are." The woman pointed out, and Larisa couldn't help but agree. "Is there something on your mind?"
"Duh." Larisa said, sitting up. "Same thing that's been on my mind since last week."
"Well, I will admit I'm feeling a little hysterical over the whole thing myself." The woman said, looking at the floor. "Well...Fiona has dinner cooking. I don't want you coming back up here after dinner, though."
"Fine." Larisa said absently. The woman nodded, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I just wish that you weren't as upset as I am..."
Bellatrix Lestrange was Larisa's guardian ever since Larisa's father escaped Azkaban back in January. Larisa's mother had originally sent Larisa to live with Bellatrix's sister, Narcissa, but when Larisa's father escaped (Bellatrix had escaped, also.), for Larisa's safety, she had to go live with Bellatrix. Larisa and Bellatrix had been close friends for a long time, even though Bellatrix was about twenty-nine years older than Larisa. Bellatrix was just as upset as Larisa nowadays, because her husband had been sent back to Azkaban.
Slowly, Larisa got up from her bed and walked over to the wardrobe. She pulled open the door, then looked at the inside of it, where there was a mirror hanging. She looked at her reflection, again pushing a loose hair out of her face. She seemed paler than usual, which was a feat that was very hard for her to achieve. Slowly, she closed the door of the wardrobe, turned on her heal, and walked out of her room.
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"Pawn to C three." Bellatrix said, and a white pawn started to crawl forwards on the chessboard. Larisa sighed, then began to look over her chess pieces. She saw that there was a move she could make that Bellatrix had overlooked...
"Queen to C three." Instantly, a black queen started to beat up Bellatrix's pawn before dragging it off the board. "Whoops."
"Oh, I am going to get you back..." Bellatrix said. She sent a knight forwards, only to have it be thrown off the board by Larisa's queen. After about fifteen more minutes of play, and many chess pieces being thrown off the board, Larisa had claimed victory. "You win...Again."
"Yay." Larisa said without excitement. Bellatrix collected the pieces and dumped them onto the chessboard before fixing Larisa a confused stare.
"Well, your eyes have gone from misty to glassy. It's an improvement." She said after a few minutes of silence.
"I'm going to bed." Larisa murmured, and she made to get up from her seat.
"Larisa...It's seven-thirty." Bellatrix said severely, looking at her watch. "Didn't I tell you that you were not to slip off to your room after dinner?"
"But Bella-"
"No 'buts', Larisa." Bellatrix said firmly. Larisa folded her arms and narrowed her eyes, glaring down at the table. "What do you do when you're staying hidden in your room all day, anyway?"
"Nothing. I just sit and stare at the wall, because that's all I feel like doing. It's boring here, seeing that there are no spiders anymore." Larisa said angrily. Bellatrix flinched a little. Larisa knew full well that Bellatrix was deathly afraid of spiders, and she had made sure that the house-elf, Fiona, had gotten rid of every last one.
"It must be the dementors swooping all over the place." Bellatrix said, and Larisa looked up at her.
"It's also the plan that the Dark Lord has...I hate him, Bella, I really do."
"I hate him to, Larisa." Bellatrix said softly. "That's why I'm doing what I can to help Draco. He'll be coming over tomorrow so I can teach him Occlumency. You and Narcissa can go do something together."
"Sounds fun." Larisa said sarcastically.
"Listen, don't fret over this whole ordeal just yet. I don't want to have to have Fiona watch you all the time, but I will tell her to do that if I have to."
"You wouldn't..." Larisa said, stunned. Bellatrix nodded.
"I would." Quickly, she glanced at her watch. "It's eight o'clock. You can go now."
Quickly, Larisa scurried out of the kitchen and rushed up the stairs to the second floor.
WH00T!
Remember, if you haven't read "Who to Trust, Who to Hate" yet, you should read that first. If you haven't read "Torn Between Beliefs" yet, you need to go read that, then "Who to Trust, Who to Hate", and then you may read this.
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