The Heir of Slytherin

Part 2

"Robyn? What brings you here in the middle of the night?" Oliver asked me when he opened the door to let me in. His hair was hanging roughly in front of his eyes and you could clearly see that he had just woken up.

I smiled a little and put a step inside his house. When looking at the mirror in the hallway, I knew I looked like a total mess. My hair was soaked, as were my clothes, and I was pretty tired from running that far.

"Nothing much," I answered and took of my soaking wet jacket. "It just started raining and I thought: Why not drop by my best mate's house? Unless you, of course, don't want me being here."

Oliver smiled. "You know my door's always open for you. But why were you outside in such a bad weather? You look paler than usual too. What happened?"

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Oliver. You might not have a cup of hot chocolate milk for me? I'm freezing to death here."

The rain had been merciless and I had been running in it for the past three hours. A normal person would most definitely have a cold already. But then again, I wasn't a normal person.

During the running, I had disallowed myself to think about the past or the future, but only thought about the present. Now I had stopped running, all thoughts appeared in my head again like they had never even left my mind.

Everything I had ever done, all the pain I had ever been through, it had all been useless. I was back to the point where I had left off fifteen years ago and no matter how much I had tried to protect myself and Harry Potter from a faith worse than anyone could ever imagine, I failed terribly.

The tables had been turned. Now it was not Voldemort who would have to kill Harry, but it was I. I was going to have to kill the person I sacrificed my life for all those years ago. The irony of it all was ripping me apart from the inside. How could life possibly be so cruel?

"Sure I can make you some hot chocolate," Oliver interrupted my thoughts. "But while I do so, why don't you take a hot shower? We don't want you to get sick or do we? And then you must tell me everything that happened the past few months. It has been a while since I have seen you, Robyn," he added friendly. "You didn't reply to my last few letters either."

"You know life is tough when you're always on the run," I told Oliver. "I didn't have time to write you back. They were after me, nearly caught me. The last few months have been difficult for me."

I hated lying to Oliver, I hated lying in general, but sometimes it is better to lie because the truth would be too devastating to tell, so I kept lying, even to my best friend. Years ago, when I met him, he had helped me run away from a bunch of Death Eaters who were trying to use me to help their dear Lord earn his strength back. Ever since, I told him the Death Eaters were after me for a reason I did not even know myself, and ever since he helped me escape from them, putting his own life in danger more than once.

Oliver was by far the best friend one could wish themselves, but I could not bring myself to tell him the whole truth, to tell him I used to be one of Voldemort's alleys, let alone one of his favourites. I knew that Oliver would hate me when he found out and even if he would find it in his heart to forgive me, they would kill him for what he knew.

No, by saving Harry's life fifteen years ago, I signed my own death certificate. Robyn Nightinggale, the feared Death Eater, had to die. I disappeared from the earth completely and only returned several years later, and went through life with the same name as before, only I said I was the daughter of that generally feared Death Eater.

People bought it easily, mainly because hardly anyone knew about the fact I was a vampire, so they thought my mother had been killed by Voldemort. No one besides Voldemort and I, and perhaps someone who he had informed about it, knew what really happened the night James and Lilly Potter died.

So now, my entire life was built on lies, lies I had created myself or society and events had created for me. It was too late to go back. I had lost my innocence hundreds of years ago.

"I'm sorry," Oliver said. "You should not be on the run all the time. When are you ever going to settle down? You know Hogwarts is a safe place..."

I smiled weakly. "I know. I thought about going to Hogwarts. I expect them to send me a letter any moment, seeing as summer holidays are nearly over."

Oliver gasped. "You're kidding me...After six years you FINALLY gave in into going to Hogwarts? That's a miracle."

I laughed. "No not really, but well...with the war coming closer I want to learn at least some magic, because when everyone's out fighting I want to kill a bunch of Death Eaters myself, If you don't mind."

"I get that," Oliver said. "But you won't be able to kill some Death Eaters when you get a cold, so I suggest you go take that hot shower and I'm going to work on that hot chocolate."

I smiled, nodded and walked into the bathroom. I knew my way around Oliver's house pretty well, because I had been here plenty of times before. He had lived here for two years now, after he decided to move out of his parents' house and live on his own. I had helped him move out and had stayed over at his place a lot of times, mostly when the night was cold and lonely and I felt weak because they were coming closer again.

I stepped out of my clothes and turned on the hot water of the shower. I felt so fragile, so weak. For the past years I always had been on the run, until just about a week ago, when they finally caught me. Now I could not run anymore because no matter where I went to, I would have to go to Hogwarts anyway. I had no doubt that already the first steps were being taken to get me into the Wizardry school. When Voldemort had a plan, no one would stand in his way to fulfil the plan or they would not survive it.

Apart from me. I stood in his way once and I survived it and until the day of today I still dont understand how and why he decided to let me stay alive, while any other person would have been killed before you could even think Crucio.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water consume me. Occasionally my thoughts drifted off to the past and I wished over and over again that I would have died a long time ago. Unfortunately, I would have to carry an even more unbearable burden: I was still alive. No matter how many lives I had sacrificed, I was still here.

A small pile of blood dropped down on the cold floor when I stepped out of the shower and I quickly raised my hand to my cheek and washed away my tears.

I had been a vampire for so long and I had been one of the cruellest vampires ever, so it was not a surprise to me that slowly my vampire side was taking over.
When becoming a vampire, one gets many gifts, but one should remember that one day there will be a prise to pay. When the bloodlust comes, one's decisions are no longer his own and one has to surrender completely to one's body. After spending so many years in the vampire world, I have learnt that no one can escape his destiny.

Slowly but definitely I was becoming the thing I had always feared. A monster. Tears of blood shed from my eyes, black and blood-red were the colours that surrounded me and devastation was what I held there in these days.

Any escape was impossible, any try to escape would be useless. Destiny is something one cannot escape, but only fear.

I walked back into the kitchen and smiled at Oliver, who had put two cups of hot chocolate on the table. "Thanks," I said as I sat down.

"No problem," Oliver replied. "So you're going to Hogwarts now, eh?"

I smiled. "Yep. Thought it was about time. And, as I already said, they're getting closer. I can't keep running away from them forever, it's time I learn how to fight back."

"Why are they actually after you anyway?" Oliver asked with a sudden interest. "What can you possibly have that is of great value to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"

A shrug was my only reply as I took a sip of my hot chocolate. "Who knows?" I said then. "He also took after the Boy-Who-Lived, the Longbottoms and many other wizards without any particular known reason. Maybe he just enjoys killing people?" I downed the rest of my drink. "I can't say I really care about the reason why. He's after me and that's all that matters."

"But..." Oliver began.

"Don't," I cut him off. "Don't start about it again. I don't want to hear it. Lets not talk about Voldemort, Death Eaters and the whole deal tonight, alright?"

"Fine," he eventually gave in. "What do you want to talk about then?"

I smirked and walked over to Oliver and sat down on his lap. I had no choice but to find a way to make him shut up or the topic would go back to Death Eaters in no time, I could just read the curiosity in his eyes. Plus, I had to admit, I was longing for some sign of love, affection, some sign that someone, at least one person on this earth, cared for me.

"Lets not talk," I suggested, before I wrapped my arms around Oliver's neck and pulled him closer, kissing him with a desire and passion I did not even know I had inside of me.

"What the hell are you doing?" Oliver asked as soon as I broke the kiss. I just smiled and let my hand rush gently through his hair. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked him, before I leaned in again and kissed him.

This time he was not surprised at all and just a few seconds later, he was already returning the kiss. We deepened the kiss and about a minute later, Oliver got up, I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me into his bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed and crawled on top of me, kissing me hungrily. I returned the kiss immediately and pulled him down, closer to me.
At least now he would not ask any further questions and by tomorrow morning, he would have forgotten he even wanted to ask something in the first place...Or so I hoped.

Sunlight dashed into the room and woke me up. Even though after spending more than half of a millennium as a vampire, I could stand daylight pretty well, sunlight always managed to slide behind my closed eyelids and wake me up in the morning.

I yawned and kept lying still, enjoying the moment. The feeling I had that minute was over-whelming and it was a feeling I had not felt in a very long time.

Oliver's hand was wrapped around my waist protectively and the mere sensation of the soft, white bed sheets touching my bare skin made me shiver. This was as close to perfection as life could ever get.

Then the thoughts of what future was awaiting me rushed into my mind again and I sighed, wishing that life would always be simple. Wishes never come true, at least not for me.

I turned on my other side and faced Oliver, who was still sound asleep. A small smile crept on my face when I watched him breathe lightly. I gently touched his face and a part of me wanted this moment to last forever.

Oliver started waking up and he yawned slightly as he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Hey there, beautiful," he said smiling.

"Hey there handsome," I said to him, my hand still touching his face.

Slowly Oliver brought his hand up to mine and touched it gently. "I have a question," he said then on a more serious tone.

"What?" I asked, praying he would not go back to the Death Eater topic.

"Well seeing as you're going to go to Hogwarts next year...Would you mind paying me a visit during the Christmas holidays?"

I smiled. "Of course not."

"That's settled then. You're always welcome here, Robyn, I just want you to know that."

There was a small silence hanging in between us then.

"Did it mean something?" Oliver asked suddenly.

"Did what mean something?"

"This. Last night. Did it mean something to you or did you just do it to make me shut up?"

He's smarter than I thought.

I smiled a fake smile and answered his question. "Of course it means something to me, Oliver. You're my best friend in the whole wide world. You know that."

"Right..."

Another silence. Great.

"I better go check what time it is," Oliver said all of the sudden. "We should head to Diagon Alley today, you know."

"Why?" I asked. "I don't feel like getting up." Another yawn escaped my mouth.

Oliver laughed. "Well because you need your school supplies, dummy. Books, uniform, that kind of stuff."

"I haven't even got a letter yet," I protested.

I had not even spoke that entire sentence or a white letter dropped down on my head. "AW!" I said out loud, looking murderously at the owl who dropped the letter.

Oliver laughed and then shook his head. "You really have a temper, do you know that? Anyway, I knew your letter would be coming any minute because the mail usually gets here around ten and lookwaah it's already five past ten today, they were late!"

I snored. "Ha...But looky looky, Mr. Wood has received a letter himself. I wonder who it's from..." I said, while I nearly crawled on top of him trying to steal the letter.

He just laughed. "In the name of Merlin, relax. It's probably just from one of my friends..." He then ripped off the top part of the envelop and got the letter out.

"Who is it from?" I asked curiously.

Oliver shrugged. "No one special, just an old friend of mine."

"Who?" I insisted.

"Harry Potter."

I gasped. "Harry Potter is a friend of yours? You never told me that!"

"I never thought it was that important..." Oliver said eventually.

"Well it is," was my reply. "I mean, you know the Boy-Who-Lived? That's worth a wow or two."

Oliver smirked. "What can I say? I'm a popular guy. I know lots of people. Some of them I want you to meet today when we go to Diagon Alley, but we better hurry up or we'll hardly have time left to even go to Diagon Alley."

I groaned. "Fine then, but I tell you, getting out of this bed is haaaaard."

"You'll get used to it."

A devilish light burned in my eyes when I looked at Oliver then. "Oh, will I?" I asked him on a playful tone.

He turned back to me and smirked. "That depends..."

"On what?" I asked.

"On weather or not you get that ass of yours out of bed now," he replied jokingly.

I snored and threw a pillow at him. "You're evil!" I cried out.

"Always," Oliver said then, smiling.

I returned the smile, but mine was obviously fake. Evil...

Oliver had no idea what evil really was.