On the morning of the Hogsmeade trip, the sun shone brightly. The day was warm but not too hot, and there were so many students above the Third Year that Vivian, Catherine, Hannah and Aisling slipped through the secret entrance easily. They came up in the sweet shop, but Fred and George were old friends of the owners. There must have been hundreds of people milling about in Hogsmeade, and after a quick drink of Butterbeer the six of them hit the shops.
After their drink they headed into Zonko's Joke Shop. They spent half an hour looking round, laughing at the more ridiculous objects and buying the funniest ones. Vivian bought a little can that looked like a drink can but was heat censored and let off a foul smell whenever something warm touched it. Fred and George were almost impossible to drag out of the shop. Hannah and Aisling had to yell at them to get their attention. Shouting matches ensued, but they were never hurtful; always good-humoured. When they finally emerged they were all gasping for another drink. They passed back down the same streets, past the same alleyways. As they passed the gloomiest alley, Vivian could have sworn she saw something move in the shadows, however she dismissed it. But the next alleyway bore something much more menacing than the dark. Just as she pointed to something in a window the other side of the street, a gloved hand shot out and grabbed Vivian, smothering her before she could make a sound. None of the others noted her absence. Hannah and George were kissing while Fred, Aisling and Cat had wandered over to see what Vivian had pointed at.
A struggling Vivian managed to catch a glimpse of her captor before the scene around them vanished. The hand left her mouth, but she knew it was too late to scream. With a faint 'pop', a new scene appeared. A scene filled with people in black and with bone masks over their faces. Vivian gasped as all the happy thoughts that had been floating around at the back of her head vanished. There was a chuckle form beside her, and she spun around.
"So, you are Vivian." It wasn't a question, but a statement. It was a cruel voice that spoke those words; a voice that would haunt Vivian for the rest of her existence.
"Yeah, what do I mean to you? Take me back to my friends. Now."
"Ah, I see you have inherited my demanding qualities. Charming." A shudder ran through Vivian when she realised who was speaking.
"Grandfather?" She asked. The word tasted bitter on her tongue; full of hatred and anger. The man nodded, drawing aside his mask. Vivian gasped.
His skin was snow white and paper thin. Vivian could see every one of the veins in his temple with amazing clarity. His nose was merely two slits in that despicable face, his eyes were like two black holes. He smiled, revealing a set of dirty, pointed teeth. Vivian shuddered again.
"Yes, I am your Grandfather. You resemble me, I see that now. You like that? You are proud to be of my blood?" He snarled. Vivian shook her head.
"I am nothing like you." She spat. "You are a killer. I hate you."
"Stupid child. You think your words can hurt me. But my own son spoke those very words before running off with that foul Mother of yours. Words can never hurt me."
"I am not related to any snake in this world." Vivian hissed. Voldemort merely chuckled.
"You are a rude little girl, aren't you? But you have an amazing amount of power. I will make you a deal. You join my Death Eaters, become my right hand woman. I can make you so great, so powerful. We can be great together. Invincible. But if you refuse, you will have to die. You have witnessed too much, heard too much."
There was a pause as Vivian considered this. But in her heart she knew what she must answer. Because the man in front of her - whether he was her Grandfather or not - had killed Harry's parents and so many other people. He was a wicked man, and she wanted nothing more to do with him. She grinned.
"I will not join your stinking Death Eaters." She said boldly. He bared his teeth and the Death Eaters around him growled. He raised a hand.
"Why do you say that, child?" He asked, genuinely curious. Vivian curled her hands into fists.
"Partly because you are terrible people who care nothing for anybody else. But mostly because you all need a drastic wardrobe change. I wouldn't be seen dead in those outfits."
"Oh, don't worry, you'll be seen dead." Voldemort hissed. He curled one finger in towards his palm, and it took Vivian a while to realise that he was beckoning somebody. Something.
"Goodbye, Vivian. I would have liked to know you better. Such a waste of life."
A rattling breath came from behind her. She whipped around. Black cloaks, skeleton hands, gaping mouths, and the sound of her heartbeat drumming alongside, always there, never leaving. The cloaked figures got closer, their breath filling her ears. A cold sweat dripped down her forehead. She cowered away, curling up and begging for mercy. But they were merciless; they obeyed nobody but the Dark Lord and kissed everybody who stood in their path. But the kiss they gave you wasn't one that made you flutter inside. They sucked your soul out and left nothing but an empty body floating around. She cried out, making the mistake of opening her mouth. They took advantage, drew closer, she could feel something being taken from her, something precious. It tugged at her heart, grabbed at her stomach, yanked at her whole being and point. And then it was gone, and so were they, and she was left with nothing. No parents, no home, no soul.
