Chapter 21
"Slave to the Dark"
She crept out of her dormitory, making her way to the library.
"Lumos," she whispered, and the tip of her wand shone with light.
She found herself being capable of opening the door, and tracing back the way to where she was earlier that day.
"Tom!" she called out when she got to the center, an echo erupting after her.
"I'm here."
Zanna turned around and saw Tom standing behind her. Long, thin, dirty blonde hair, and youthful. She wondered how it was possible for him to take that shape, and reminded herself that he was the darkest wizard of all time, and he was definitely capable of doing anything, including controlling his appearance.
"Grandfather," she whispered, staring into his dark, dark red eyes. She knew it was his, because even with his eyes, you saw evil in them that was nonexistent in her eyes.
"Don't call me that!" he yelled, sending an echo throughout the space, and a chill throughout Zanna.
"Forgive me, my lord," Zanna said, looking down. Even without meeting him before, filial obedience was with her. She had to respect him, for she knew that he was capable of killing her.
"It is fine. Look up."
With the permission, she looked back at him. "What do you want from me?"
"You're my granddaughter, my heir. You are a special case."
"Do you intend on making me a Death Eater?"
"Not yet," he replied, walking forward to a door with carvings.
"You ought to know," Tom began, "About the monster you can control."
Zanna walked closer to her grandfather, and watched him open the door through waving his hands, and watched a giant snake come out.
"The Basilisk," Tom whispered, "will obey every command you give."
"I can control it?" she asked stupidly.
"Yes. You're the heir of Slytherin, so am I, we can control it."
"What will we use it for?"
" 'We'," Voldemort echoed what she just said, "Having a blood partner is better than just any other. Well, we can make the Basilisk do anything we'd want, like I already said. Anything."
"Are we going to make it kill anyone?" Zanna asked simply.
"It'll depend on you. I'm making you control it. I have other things to worry about, and none of the Death Eaters are capable of controlling this, nor are they trustworthy enough. I reckon I can trust my own blood, now can I?"
"Yes you can. Awhile ago, you told me you'd tell me later on about…" Zanna trailed off, losing words.
"Yes, about that. No one really knows me through my past, only with who I am now. And I think I've come to see what everyone else has. But I do remember Agnes, your grandmother, a lovely woman she was. The typical teenage romance brought too far, I see it now. But I truly did love her, and I still do. I didn't know about David until he was about five years old, when I got in touch with Agnes again. By then, she wanted me out of her life and David's as well."
Zanna listened intently to what he was saying. He didn't seem evil then; he was still in the form of his young self, and a very charming body he was in.
"My father's a Death Eater?" she asked, willing him to continue.
"Yes, your father was a Death Eater. It's been a few years now. I don't know why he chose to leave me, but I let him. He has the right to chose whom he serves, and the luxury of not being killed for he's my son. When he first started, he didn't know I was his father, but I believe Agnes has already told him, and so have I. I think that's what made him leave, though I am unsure of the reason. He was probably just troubled."
"What are you planning to do? Here I mean, with the Basilisk and all that," Zanna said after minutes of silence.
"I want that boy, I want Harry Potter. He'll come in here, I'm sure of it. I'll just be here waiting, and I need your help to guide him properly. Now, go back to your room, it's getting late."
Zanna left without another word.
Going back to her room silently, she came across Aleja in one of the hallways.
"What are you doing here this late at night?" Aleja questioned.
"None of your business," Zanna eyes Aleja reach for her wand, but held out hers just in time to whisper Anteoculatia and slowly, Aleja's hair turned into antlers.
She was close to screaming but Zanna cupped her mouth with her hand.
"You shut up, and don't you utter a word about seeing me here, and I'll turn your antlers back to your broom-hair, you hear me?"
Aleja nodded, beginning to be afraid. Zanna put a charm on her to make sure that she'd keep it a secret. If ever she would tell anyone, her hair would turn into antlers once more.
Zanna let go of her mouth, and directed her lit up wand forward.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Aleja, who was smoothening her hair down.
"You don't tell me, I won't tell you either. Better just go to your room now before we get caught," she said, walking past her, back into her common room, where she caught Harry Potter re-entering.
"Harry!" she whispered a bit too loud. He looked back and walked to her slowly.
"Zanna, haven't seen you in a while," he said, keeping his tone down.
Zanna say Aleja eyeing them with a dirty stare.
"What are you doing out so late?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same question. Well, as usual, I was getting into trouble. Going around, looking for the chamber of secrets, what were you doing?"
"Looking for the chamber of secrets? Well, aren't you supposed to be afraid of me, I might kill you or something," Zanna said in a way that made it seem as if she were truly kidding.
"Oh, pfft, I don't believe that rubbish. Hope all the talks hasn't gotten into you."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you. Anyhow, get going, I have a feeling Snape can sense our presence, good night."
"Good night," Harry said, entering the common room.
Zanna walked back to the Slytherin common room silently, luckily not getting caught.
She recalled how nice that Potter boy has been to her. But she reminded herself that Voldemort wanted to kill him. She was serving him, not herself. Oh how hard it was to be his heir, she thought.
She went back into the common and back to her bed, where she could sleep peacefully till morning came, when another day of scrutiny began. Because starting this night, she'd be a different person. She'd be a slave to darkness.