When I reached my room I slammed the door shut, locking it behind me, before I ripped off my cloak, kicking off my shoes and threw them somewhere in the room. Where I quickly proceeded to angrily paced in front of the hearth.
'What has gotten into me?' My mind was reeling on the events that happened the last month and a half. I realized I was losing control of what I originally wanted. To keep Tom away from becoming Lord Voldemort in the future. To which I quickly concluded I had failed.
As the shock sunk deeper into my mind, I began to feel tears pool in my eyes. As I wondered whether or not I was sacrificing a part of myself in order to save Tom. I couldn't let that happen, not yet, any way. I sat in the arm chair until I heard three purposeful knocks on the thick wooden door of my room. I flicked my wrist, to unlock the door, without taking my eyes from the dancing fire.
"Sophie, are you alright?" Bella asked as she crept into the room, already in her night dress.
"No. Not really, no." I said, as I felt the tears begin to roll down my face.
"Why is that? What's wrong? Whose behind do I need to wipe the floor with? Is it Parkinson again? Because if it is, I will do it gladly." She threatened, sitting down on the floor next to me feet.
"Have you ever felt like you're hurting yourself by helping someone else?" I asked, looking at her, hot tears still running down my face.
"Not in particular, why? What does that have to do with you crying alone here instead of going back to my room and staying with my sisters and me?" She asked, not comprehending.
"I-it's about helping someone I care about, but I feel like I am losing a part of myself by doing so. The human part, the good part. The part that cares." I explained, sniffling.
"Does this have to do with the altercation you had earlier with that MacLaggen kid, that ended with Riddle throwing you over his shoulder?" She asked, amused.
Ah, so she did understand, well to a certain extent.
I nodded, looking back at the fire. She scoffed in response and stood up, looking at me before she began to pace.
"Honestly, I don't think you can lose part of yourself. You are the nicest person I have ever known. Nothing can change that, not even your knowledge of the Dark Arts. Right now, I am almost positive that you feel this way because of everything that's happening with your powers. This is all new to you, I think you may be even more powerful than Riddle." She said, gasping in realization.
"That is what your prophecy meant wasn't it?" She ranted, suddenly coming to a halt, as she turned her gaze toward me.
"Bitterness returns.
As he who seeks power
He will fall under the hands of
she who once showed mercy..."
"That's what the prophecy meant. Riddle is the one who is seeking power, meaning he is the one who is going to fall into...wow. I just understood my prophecy too. Oh, Merlin's beard, Sophie, why didn't you say anything?" She asked, almost shocked.
"I couldn't, my hands were bound; it'll change the future if I do, dooming everyone here." I explained, wiping my face.
Bella's face paled that instant.
"I-I die, don't I?" She asks, for once her voice low, barely above a whisper.
I nod once, pained as I watched Molly kill her. All my loved ones go into a war to fight each other, I wasn't going to let that happen.
"I'm not going to let that happen, I'll die myself, before I let all those innocent people die for such a stupid reason as blood status. Tom, himself, is a half blood." I said, determined.
"What can I do to help?" She asked, determination clear on her face.
"I haven't the slightest idea, and that is what is killing me right now." I admitted.
This is what truly scared me now, the future would be affected greatly after any decisions I made tonight. It was becoming clear and clearer by the second, the black was gone, now I could see fuzzy images.
"Would you mind sleeping in here tonight? I would rather not be alone at the moment." I said, checking the time.
She nodded and walked towards the bed that was pushed into the wall. Climbing in and pulling the covers on top her head. I almost laughed as I watched her disappear into the cot and the heap of blankets.
"If you have the fire burning and torches everywhere, why in Merlin's beard is it still so bloody cold here?" She grumbled, peeking her head full of black curls from under the pile of blankets.
"Well, our dormitories are located right under the lake, so it's always cool no matter what, it's great during the summer. Though, it must get so freezing during the winter." I said, smiling as I wrapped myself in my thick blankets.
"Tell me about it, my nipps feel as they're about to snap off, you could probably cut glass with them right now and they'd still be intact afterward." She quipped, digging her head back into the blankets.
"Merlin, I know. No matter how many torches, or firewood I throw into that damn fireplace. It is still cold." I grumbled.
"It's a dungeon, what do we expect." I heard her muffled voice from under the blankets.
"Yes, well goodnight." I called, closing my eyes, feeling as I sunk into unconsciousness.
~~I.A~~
"Aguamenti." I heard someone say from close by.
I was awakened when I was drenched in ice cold water. I gasped, my body automatically reacting as I sat up stiffly, and flicked my wrist before opening my eyes. When I did open them, I saw Bellatrix cackling by the door as Olivia Dolohov, a first year, was thrown into the stone wall with a thump, and fell in a heap next to the door. Olivia was the younger sister of Dave Dolohov, one of Tom's 'loyal' but dimwitted 'friends'.
"Great way to start the day, eh, Sophie?" Bellatrix asked as she continued to cackle by the door.
I glared at her, before getting out of bed, thanks to Olivia my night dress was now sticking to me in places only my future husband and I should be able to see. I walked towards Olivia to help her onto her feet.
"Who sent you, sweetie?" I asked smiling at her, trying to contain my anger.
"M-my old-older brother did. He p-paid me twelve galleons to c-come and do this, he- he said that i-it would be fun-n-hehe." She whispered, her eyes watering and her lower lip trembling.
"I am so sorry. Here." I said, giving her twenty galleons and taking all the pain in her.
"Thank you...?" she said, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes.
"I am Sophia Annamarie... call me Sophie, alright. If you need anything, whether its help with your school work or someone is bothering you, come and tell me or my friend Bellatrix, over there, and we will help you, alright." I said, smiling at her as I gestured for her to leave.
Soon as she stepped out of the room I pulled on a loose shawl, and grabbed my wand, quickly making my way towards the common room, anger already boiling inside me. Of course I didn't exactly think it through, because by the time I reached the common room, it was freezing. So much so, the I could feel the thin fabric of my night dress sticking to my chest. The shawl doing nothing to cover my cold, shivering body. Which began to gain unwanted male attention by the time I had reached the center of common room.
When I did reach the center of the room, I heard gasps all around the room.
"Where -is- Dolohov?" I demanded, seething.
I watched as Tom stood up from the armchair he usually sat in, and walked towards me, his heated haze scanning my still shivering body. I was tempted to hex him, but I clenched my fists, pinning them to my side.
"Who did this?" He asked me, frowning as his eyes still scanned the length of my body, as he slowly approached, causing me to cross my arms over my chest, in an attempt to hide my exposed chest.
"Dolohov. Where is he?" I gritted, unmoving.
Speak of the devil... He shall appear.
Dolohov stepped out from the group, a triumphant grin plastered on his arrogant face. I was almost seeing red by the time he finally began approaching. I didn't even have time to register as I flicked my wrist and watched him as he dropped to the ground writhing in pain.
"Paying your younger sister to drop ice cold water on me? She could've gotten hurt, you idiotic, arrogant waste of space. I do not like to hurt people, without a reason. Yet you, you've managed to gain a reason, and you shall know pain for what you did to your sister." I seethed. "Avery, Lestrange take care of this piece of work while I go change out of this." I said, turning on my heals and walking briskly to my room.
Bellatrix was still cackling when I got back. I slammed the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom. I showered quickly, changed into my uniform wearing my thigh high gray socks, and slipping my thick wool vest over my shirt and tie. I quickly put my hair up in a twisted bun and added a broach to one side. I then put a little bit of black eyeliner and red lipstick. I walked out of the room, slipping on my cloak, and grabbing my bag on the way out. I once again made my way towards the common room, my cloak blowing behind me.
I took in the scene before me as I walked into room. Malfoy and Avery held up Dolohov as Tom flicked his wand in Dolohov's direction. I almost smirked, yet I felt disappointed. Physical pain isn't enough, he put his kid sister in danger.
"Drop him, boys." I said, putting my bag down on the couch.
Tom looked at me in question, I quickly opening my mind and pushed his mental barrier.
'Physical pain isn't enough Tom, I could've really hurt that poor girl, badly. I threw her into a wall, for Merlin's sake!' I thought, showing him what happened watching him flinch as the girl hit the stone wall.
He shook his head, and cast one of the more dangerous spells in the book we had begun to read. One, that he still held in his possession.
"Take him to the infirmary." He ordered, shaking his head in disapproval.
'Glad you saw my point, Riddle.' I smirked, picking up my bookbag and heading to have breakfast in the Great Hall.