A/N: Okay, so I realized this might be a little unclear, but Terentia's just a few
years younger than MWP & P. She's 15 at the beginning of the first part. She's 18
in this bit. I hope it's a bit clearer now.
Terentia could not explain the incredible pangs of guilt she had the next day
when she woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt as if there was
something she should remember, but couldn't quiet grasp. There was that constant
feeling in her stomach that was so familiar since she joined the Death Eaters. It
was nagging her wherever she went that day, no matter how hard she tried to
shake it.
Terentia glanced at her watch out of habit, and noticed it was 3:00 PM.
What was special about that? She knew something happened then.... Crud! she
thought. Training is supposed to end now! I didn't even show up! Cursing her
carelessness, she hurried to the abandoned house where she practiced with her
father everyday. She crept through the gray dampened walls, past the cobwebs, to
what used to be the living room, where her father was waiting for her.
"Where were you?" he snarled quietly.
"I'm- I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. "I- I was preoccupied--"
"Enough," he said. "Come, we have much to do before dark." He started to
exit the old house.
"What? We're going somewhere?"
"Yes, Terentia," Voldemort said cruelly. "Today will be a hands-on lesson,"
he said, thoroughly enjoying the look of dread on her face. "Now follow me."
They walked down a small alley a few blocks, Voldemort pausing briefly
every so often to blast muggles traveling alone. Terentia tried to look away every
time he did this, but somehow he managed to do it right in front of her face every
time. "You have to get used to seeing this, Terentia," Voldemort said once when
he was being particularly slow about killing. The victim was screaming in pain. "If
you don't you'll never make it as a Death Eater," he said coldly.
Finally they stopped in front of a shabby looking apartment. It's walls were
cracked and crumbling, and the green paint on the wooden front door was peeling
to reveal more cracks. "Look familiar, Terentia?" her father asked her.
Terentia frowned and tried to recollect something, but came up with
nothing. She looked back at her father, baffled. "No...."
"All right, good. Come now." He proceeded to climb the long flight of stairs
up to the worn door.
"But- but who is it? And why target these people?"
"It's just some wizard family that's been in hiding and giving a lot of
trouble. Don't concern yourself with the details, Terentia," Voldemort waved aside
her questions with a flutter of his hand.
Terentia felt that they reached the door too soon. "Get out you wand,
Terentia," Voldemort advised as he drew his own. Terentia gulped. She'd never
actually been asked to hurt people before, and she guessed it was about a thousand
times worse than just watching. Voldemort got that manic glint in his eye that was
all too familiar to Terentia. He quickly thrust the door off its hinges with a blast
from his wand.
years younger than MWP & P. She's 15 at the beginning of the first part. She's 18
in this bit. I hope it's a bit clearer now.
Terentia could not explain the incredible pangs of guilt she had the next day
when she woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt as if there was
something she should remember, but couldn't quiet grasp. There was that constant
feeling in her stomach that was so familiar since she joined the Death Eaters. It
was nagging her wherever she went that day, no matter how hard she tried to
shake it.
Terentia glanced at her watch out of habit, and noticed it was 3:00 PM.
What was special about that? She knew something happened then.... Crud! she
thought. Training is supposed to end now! I didn't even show up! Cursing her
carelessness, she hurried to the abandoned house where she practiced with her
father everyday. She crept through the gray dampened walls, past the cobwebs, to
what used to be the living room, where her father was waiting for her.
"Where were you?" he snarled quietly.
"I'm- I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. "I- I was preoccupied--"
"Enough," he said. "Come, we have much to do before dark." He started to
exit the old house.
"What? We're going somewhere?"
"Yes, Terentia," Voldemort said cruelly. "Today will be a hands-on lesson,"
he said, thoroughly enjoying the look of dread on her face. "Now follow me."
They walked down a small alley a few blocks, Voldemort pausing briefly
every so often to blast muggles traveling alone. Terentia tried to look away every
time he did this, but somehow he managed to do it right in front of her face every
time. "You have to get used to seeing this, Terentia," Voldemort said once when
he was being particularly slow about killing. The victim was screaming in pain. "If
you don't you'll never make it as a Death Eater," he said coldly.
Finally they stopped in front of a shabby looking apartment. It's walls were
cracked and crumbling, and the green paint on the wooden front door was peeling
to reveal more cracks. "Look familiar, Terentia?" her father asked her.
Terentia frowned and tried to recollect something, but came up with
nothing. She looked back at her father, baffled. "No...."
"All right, good. Come now." He proceeded to climb the long flight of stairs
up to the worn door.
"But- but who is it? And why target these people?"
"It's just some wizard family that's been in hiding and giving a lot of
trouble. Don't concern yourself with the details, Terentia," Voldemort waved aside
her questions with a flutter of his hand.
Terentia felt that they reached the door too soon. "Get out you wand,
Terentia," Voldemort advised as he drew his own. Terentia gulped. She'd never
actually been asked to hurt people before, and she guessed it was about a thousand
times worse than just watching. Voldemort got that manic glint in his eye that was
all too familiar to Terentia. He quickly thrust the door off its hinges with a blast
from his wand.