Pt. 3 ½: Curiosity Unfolded

It was hard to concentrate the next day. I sent owls out to my friends telling them what had been going on. So far, only Shayna had written back.

~Ammie~

I'm kind of scared for you right now. I think you should stop talking about this with people because --

Because I cant say why right now, but I'll be there around 2:15, so be looking for me.

-Shayna

I glanced at my sun dial. It was only 1:55. I had just enough time to clip up my loose straw on my broom and time to play with my house elves. Soon enough, Shayna rode up.

Knock.

"Shayna, is that you?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Hey gurl, Its me. How have you been?" She asked, dismounting her broom and brushing the hair out of her face.

" Im fine. So, what were youi talking about in the owl?"

Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "Voldemort."

"Shayna, he would never do anything to harm me. My entire family are faithful death eaters."

Shayna looked frusterated at me. "Amber," she sighed, "Tell me your mother's name."

"Ok." I sat a moment trying to remember. "Hold on, I'll go check." I jogged into the other room where my bookshelf was and pulled out a thick, dusty book. There was a little page marked with a skull. I brought the book back in to Shayna. "Her name was Oliveen Malfoy."

"Amber, before she was a Malfoy what was she? Look again. Closer."

I looked back down at the page.

"Shayna, I don't see what you're getting at. Why don't you just tell me and keep me from doing all this looking."

"No. Have you found it yet?"

I looked at the page and then back up at Shayna. "Wait a minute here…How'd you know this?"

"Olive was my big sister. Oliveen Riddle. Amber, no Malfoys have jet black hair. My sister did. Where did you think you got that?"

"I always assumed my mom, but we had no pictures and I was a baby when she died. Dad never really talked about her."

"You look just like her." Shayna extended a picture to me. "See?"

The girl waving at me from the picture was holding a small baby in her arms and a man stood beside her, holding another little girl.

"That one's you, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yep. And do you know who that is?"

"Voldemort?"

"Yeah. You, me, and Olive were the perfect death eater's daughters. We were legendary. Then, Voldemort killed your mom, and then mine soon afterwards."

"No, he didn't kill my mom." I looked at her in disbelief.

"Yes he did. After you were born, he had no use for your mom. He needed someone young, someone at Hogwarts."

"But he was defeated and now he is gone, so what does all of this matter?" I asked.

"No, Amber. You're 15, right? Almost 16? He's coming back and we have to stop him. Listen, Snape told me all about this, and it looks like it could be bad. We have to stop him."

"No!! I want him to come back! I'm an heir now! I must have all of his power in me, right? This could be so great for us!" I smiled, imagining the glory.

Shayna was getting angry. "Get a brain!" She yelled. "He'll use you and kill you!"

"Not if I can help. You should too."

Shayna's face grew solemn, her eyes glared into me. My arm began to burn. I screamed lightly and grabbed it.

"I will never join him, Amber, never."

And at that moment, a man stepped out from behind my peach curtains.

"Amber and Shayna, the remaining daughters, and in the same room!" The man smiled evilly.

"Hey!" I yelled, "What do you think you are doing in here?"

"Never mind that. I have you both. Lucius will be so proud!"