– Mistress Mine –
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Chapter Four
You smirk as you watch the Slytherins crowing around the pensive. They cannot get within reach of it, as it is surround by a silver line, "Zabini," Flint calls, "Don't you want to see?" You turn to face the crowd lazily as they stare back at you,
"I've already seen – I was asked to bring it in last night." You drawl. Smirking at their faces, you strut out of the common room, heading for breakfast.
Gaining Ms. Connors' trust you find difficult over the week. You realize that she does not give it out easily, though you come to see that you have been handpicked maybe even by The Dark Lord himself to watch over the development.
Your patience wins out, though, as after a fortnight of the pensive nagging at your mind, you are called to Ms. Connors' office. While you make your way to it, you mull over your discoveries of her character – wondering how such aspects have been concealed so well. As you had hoped, you are presented with a "pass" – a silver amulet with your initials engraved upon it.
You notice that a few other favourites are looking particularly smug throughout the week. You subtly let your amulet catch a ray of light and shine it near Flint's eyes. He nods at you and you are rewarded with a flash of light glimmering off of his own amulet. You wonder whether the memories the pensieve shows you will be the same as everyone else. That thought is swiftly squashed – the pensive would show an individual memory to the favoured individual.
A few days later, you find yourself in the quiet of the deserted common room in the dead of night; you find yourself drawn to the pensieve. Peering into the bowl, you're grateful you have a strong stomach as you've stumbled upon a Death Eater raid.
A twenty-something Chy stood in the middle of the village, all around her, fellow Death Eaters torturing muggles around her. Chy, herself, appeared to have just finished off a few muggles in a bloody heap in front of her. They appear to have been sliced-and-diced up by some type of magical blade, if your observations are correct. Surveying her work, Chy smiled. She looks down and seems to notice she was covered in the muggles' blood, and laughed. Chy laughs and laughs, then she begins to twirl.
You are strikingly reminded of a young girl spinning in the rain. Except, the dangerous glint and her blood-covered cloak dispel any notions of innocence. You notice that what looks like The Dark Lord is approaching her; he extends a hand to her, clearing his throat to announce his presence. She looks up at him, her forest green eyes still glinting. He smiles charmingly at her.
"You look beautiful wearing blood, My Dear," The Dark Lord says smoothly. "Thank you, My Lord. It accents your eyes quite nicely." Chy replies, a small smirk on her face, as she looks directly into his crimson red eyes. You note that this is a bit bold, but aren't really surprised by it. She takes the extended hand, and they apparate away, to Merlin knows where.
The Death Eaters had apparated back to the meeting hall at Headquarters over fifteen minutes ago, and Chy hadn't noticed. They re-appear in a bedroom, decorated in rich greens and the scene blackens.
You fall back out of the pensieve, a bit more gracefully than last time. You smile slightly – you already knew that The Deputy Headmistress was with The Dark Lord. All the favoured Slytherins worth anything did. Walking up to your dormitory, you can't help but wonder what else lies in the mysterious basin's murky depths.
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Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter; this is purely for the entertainment of myself and others, yet no money is being made in the process.
Acknowledgements
SailorHecate – otherwise known as Chy, my memory co-writer. Also, for letting me steal her characters.