A/N: Sorry this took so long to update. I've been getting so many messages to updatemy other most popular fic, The Unfathomable Passion, that I've been working on that one more than this one. From now on I promise to work onboth equally. Unfortunately,I have been attempting to switch all my fics from my old computer tomy new one, which is taking a while, soI might not update as often as I usually do. So please bear with me if this fic isn't updated quite as often as usual, and don't worry, Iwill finish this! (I say that because I got so many messages asking if I wasgoing to finishmy other one! Like I would do thatto everyone!) Anyway, hope you like the chapter . . . and its little twist.P.S. Thanks to all of you who love and review this fanfic. It reallymeans a lot to me!
Chapter 12: And So It Is Done
Father left me in my room, after taking away my wand and placing wards around my four walls, preventing me from leaving again. He left me in there for a week, sending food and drink through a house-elf.
I refused all sustenance. What was the point when my love was dead?
When the week was over, Aunt Bella was sent to me.
"Why do you want to see me?" I asked, not getting up from the bed. "I have been the death of your nephew." She came to sit beside me. "He should not have tried to have you," Aunt Bella said cruelly. "He has gotten his just reward for daring to touch the daughter of the Dark Lord." I turned to look at her, shocked at her words. I looked in her eyes and noted that something was not right with her. She smiled and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.
"You don't truly believe that, do you, Aunt Bella?" I asked, staring at her. Her face hardened. "Cynthia," she said slowly, "you are the daughter of the most powerful wizard in the entire world. One day your powers will be as great. Does that not mean anything to you?" "What good is anything without Draco?" I asked quietly, my eyes filling with tears. "Cynthia. You are not listening to me," Aunt Bella said. "When you first knew your Father was alive again, what was your greatest wish?"
"To be his greatest ally," I whispered. "Do you think your Father does not know you made that promise to yourself?" Aunt Bella continued. "Yes, he does. I told him that before," I sighed. "Do you know why he gave you this?" Aunt Bella asked, touching the Slytherin locket reverently. The tears in my eyes spilled down my cheeks. "Because he loves me," I sobbed. Aunt Bella looked at me with tenderness. "Your Father has done more for you than anyone alive," she said quietly. "He lost many years of his life in the lowest form of existence because of the mere threat that your life was in danger."
With that, she got up, kissed my forehead, and left me alone. I lay back down on the bed. Everything she said was true, of course. But I had loved Draco. Surely Father could have let us be happy! After all, wasn't Draco a Death Eater? I sighed. Then suddenly a thought came to me that hit me like a Bludger to the stomach.
Draco hadn't obeyed his orders. He had found a way to Dumbledore and in the end, didn't do what he had to. That was why Father did not allow us to be together.
Draco really wasn't worthy. Even though I loved him, he was weak.
My heart tore apart.
What kind of person was I to think such things about the man I loved?
The man who was . . . is . . .
I can't continue that thought. I cannot say it aloud. I cannot think of my suspicions . . .
Not now.
I must think of what I am going to do.
Do I live my life regretting the past, hating my Father whom I still love deeply?
Or do I forget Draco . . . forget the life . . .
No. Not now.
Someone knocks on my door. I sit up on the bed as Father enters the room.
The moment I see his face, I know what I must do.
I throw myself on the floor in front of him, kneeling with my forehead on the floor. "Father," I said quietly. "I wish to apologize for my outrageous behavior, and I hope you will forgive your disobedient, unworthy daughter." He is silent for a moment. Then I feel his hands on my shoulders, pulling me up to a standing position. His red eyes bore into my own amber ones.
Then I am in his arms, where I am supposed to be. "My daughter, my life, of course I forgive you," he said, stroking my hair. I let him hold me for a few more minutes before I pulled away from him. "Father," I said. "I need to ask a favor." "What is it, my child?" Father asked a little warily.
I took a deep breath. I am a descendant of Slytherin, I remind myself. I am the daughter of Lord Voldemort.
I must make a sacrifice as Father made one for me.
I look him straight in the eyes as my decision is made final. I will have no regrets.
"Father, I wish to destroy the life of the child growing within me," I said clearly.
His eyes bore into mine, and in their reflections I see my eyes have turned scarlet.
He reads my choice in the color of my eyes and he raises his wand. Points it at my abdomen.
I cry out in pain as my child . . . Draco's child . . . is sent into the void.
