37 Deceiver

Previously on Love and obsession:

"Welcome," the dark wizard greeted the stunned Gryffindor.

Now:

Voldemort raised from his seat his calm demeanour not betraying the excitement inside himself. He strode slowly to the fearful Gryffindor. He smirked inside at her tries to fight back her dread at his increasingly proximity, my stubborn little witch, you will learn to submit soon enough. He was sure he would have a hard time ahead of him before that would happened, but instead of feeling annoyed by such fact he rather craved it. Even if the witch in front of him proved to have only half the wilful of her late mother, he knew he wouldn't be disappointed with her.

Serena's anxiety soared with each steep he took, steeps that closed more and more the gap between them. She hold her ground, even when every fibre of her body screamed at her to run for the hills. She almost laughed at that as if she stood a chance to flee the Dark Lord wand-less as she was, her wand-less magic too weak for her to even consider using it against so powerful foe. That was a ace she would keep hidden until the right time presented itself. Her eyes scurried the division she was in, trying to find a way out, useless as she was sure it was. But she refused to let go of her hope, of her life. She raised her chin in defiance, the dark wizard already at her side, he would want answers, answers she would not and could not give.

She lock her eyes in his unflinching, the thin line of her lips demonstrated her resolute. She was afraid, she wanted to live now more than ever, but she would never betray her friends, she would never betray Harry or her father. Her heart swelled at the thought of the old wizard and she found herself surprised by the discovery that in fact in those couples of months since she knew him, Dumbledore had indeed became the father she never knew. A small smile graced her lips as memories of all the happy times she had ever since she had entered the magical world crossed her mind, times that never would have happened if it wasn't for him. A wizard that trust her when others did not, that have given her life because she knew than before this all happened she hadn't been living. All the disdain her peers had showed her had cast her in a spiral of numbness, she had been apathetic and indifferent to everything around her, in which she was letting herself fall starting to simply not care any-more. In those times, she knew now, she had almost completely detached herself from the rest of mankind and had been happy with it, something she was sure wouldn't have led her to nothing good. Ultimately, he had save her life.

"Well well little Gryffindor, you are awful quiet, aren't you," Voldemort stifle a suckle at such show of defiance when it was clear to him how hard it was being for her to keep hold of her crescent fear.

Serena coiled at feeling something scaly brushing her heels, what on Merlin's name ...she mused eyeing carefully the teen foot serpent that had just entered the room before curling up beside the dark wizard. The surprised witch watched attentively as wizard and beast whistled, hissed and sibilated to one another before glancing a strange look at the wizard when he did the same at her.

"Huh?" She questioned not understanding.

"You don't speak Paseltongue," Voldemort asked rather disappointed.

"And why the heck should I," she answered annoyed with his chastising tone, the stress of the situation finally starting to have their consequence on her nerves making her snap at him.

"A consequence of your awful fatherhood, I'm sure," he offered arrogantly.

"What was that supposed to mean," she questioned grinding her teeth.

"That, my dear, means it must have been your father poor blood that made you born without the magnificent ability that is to speak Paseltongue that your mother had," he said smirking predator-inly

Serena snapped her mouth shut when becoming aware she had been gaping at him. He thought he knew her mother? He probably had mistaken her for the daughter of some witch he had known with the Diamond surname! What were the odds of such thing happening, she had to be cursed.

Far from unveiling the young Gryffindor's thoughts, Voldemort wasn't even near from guessing which thoughts were going through Serena's mind. "Surprised by the fact I have known your mother? I suppose I understand why your father would want to keep that from you, seeing she had been my fiancée when Dumbledore tear her away from me," he grunted angrily. That little piece of information was far from being accurate, Helena had been a friend and he knew she had arboured feelings for him, but that was it; before he could do something about it that dam fool had intervened between them managing to separate them both definitely. But these distorted facts suited him far too better than the truth.

Serena felt like the ground beneath her feet had simply disappeared at his words, her trance-like state not allowing her to notice Voldemort's movements as he started circling her, like a predator who had found a weakened prey.

He watched pleased as the young witch beliefs trembled at each and everyone of his words, just a little more and they would crumble, like a sand castle, without any chance of recovery. "After all, Dumbledore had always been a deceiver, he simply hid it quiet well."

Serena raised her shocked eyes from her hands to the face of the wizard at her side, desperately searching his garnet eyes for any sign of deception, of any sign that could tell her he was lying. How did he knew she was his daughter? Was it possible he was telling the truth? Had Dumbledore been lying to her all this time? Was he really her father? If so, why did he let her rotten in that forgotten place during more than fifteen years? Didn't he wanted her, but, why then did he take her from there in the first place? Haven't he known of her existence? Did her mother keep it a secret from even him? Why, why, WHY? She brought her hand to her temple, her head seemed about to crack at any second. Had her father been playing her for a fool, her friends, Harry? She shock her head vehemently,NO, he's lying, she wouldn't lose her confidence in everyone she knew because of the words of a known liar. She looked him in the eyes, her eyes blazing as twin green fires. The audacity of the wizard, telling such lies. And think she almost fall for them. "Sorry to disappoint you, but it won't be that easy," she bite back growling at him.

The Dark Lord was taken back, she had been so close to cave in, but now she seemed ready to fight tooth and nail with him. His full blown laughter erupted from his toppled backwards head, the sound rebounding on the office walls, "very well my dear, let the games begin."