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Chapter 7: Voldemort's Secret
That was the little bit Kate needed to push her off the chair. I cried that night, so much, so hard. My heart was empty, and I had nothing to live for, nothing at all. I glanced around the room for something sharp, but there wasn't anything so I laid down upon my bed and recaptured the day. Early in the morning I had gotten an urgent call from Hermione. She sounded panicked, so I rushed down to her apartment to see what was wrong. When I arrived, she told me Jean Mitchell was killed the night before, and Kate ordered her to fire me. She had a stern look on her face, and I could tell she was hurt. How could someone whom her best friend had loved so much let everyone down?
I left her apartment after feeling uncomfortable, and unwanted. I sulked in the streets, where I could stand in the rain and pray for my life to end. But nothing happened, so I returned home to lay in my bed, crying my eyes out.
I had never noticed, until now, how many punctures were in the ceiling. I figured if God wanted me to die, he'd make it painless, in my sleep. So I lay, staring into space, waiting for my eyes to shut and my mind to escape to the dream world, or elsewhere.
"Parvati…"
I turned around. The streets were empty, but it was dripping wet. The rain didn't chill my body, but around me the fog gathered as if it were cold.
"Parvati…"
There was no one. I looked in all directions, but no one was there. Waiting for the dream to end, or to realize that it wasn't in fact a dream, I was struck down to the ground.
"Parvati…"
I lifted my bruised face. I already had a scar on it, and I wondered what they would do next. And there they were. Just as I had suspected, the black figures marched down the street and surrounded me. I was so lazy to run, or to even move. So I sat there and took the beatings. If this was God's way of a painless death, then I was in trouble if he didn't like me.
"Parvati…" Thinking it was them who were chanting my name, I ignored it. But after a few more times, I recognized the voice and stood straight up to find it.
There he was. I ran to him, as fast as I could, my skirt flying back in the wind. He grasped me in his arms and held me tight. Tears were flowing from my eyes, and through his presence. I stuttered my words, and I was speechless. All I wanted was to stay there, holding him, for all eternity. All I wanted was him.
"Parvati…" he said. His voice was fading, and getting scratchier. I felt my hands touching his solid back. The white light had left him, and now he was real. I pulled my head back to kiss him, but what I saw made me stumble back.
"Stupid girl!" The figure struck me clear across the face, sending me back to the ground. I looked up, and not seeing the familiar face of Harry, but instead the ugly expression of the one who had killed him.
I pulled myself up and reached for his neck, but he caught my wrists and swung me around.
"Do you miss your Harry, dear?" he whispered in my ear. I tried to escape from his grasp, but his hands just clasped me tighter. His eyes burned me when he looked at me. I tried to run, but his hold was to strong.
"Well, do you?" he asked, with a smirk across his face. I struggled for freedom, but the will just wasn't there. I could feel him pull a wand out from his cloak and fidget. All at once, his hands left my wrists, and a metal chain appeared. They were locked in place, and I couldn't move. He stepped in front of me and smiled, crouching to reach me face-to-face. I sneered with frustration and hate, but it only made him laugh harder.
"So, after trying so many times, aren't you anxious to know –how- I killed your little pumpkin?" he said, smirking. "The same way I'm going to kill you."
I stopped moving, and lay helpless. I knew it was over. If Harry hadn't been able to escape, neither would I.
"I entered his dreams. Nifty isn't it?" He cackled. "And then I slowly tortured him until he had nothing left. He wasn't easy let me tell you. It took a long time to get to him. I could see he was holding onto something, something to live for, his friends, his family, you."
I closed my eyes and prayed.
"But you, but you," he started, "were so much easier. You were already lifeless. I barely had to do anything. Now, I have some last minutes things I need carried out. Why don't I let you get back to your useless life. Until next time, bye love."
The last thing I heard was his laughter fading out. I awoke in my bead. The bruises were still there. He was right, I didn't have anything to live for. If I died, at least I would be with Harry.
Chapter 7: Voldemort's Secret
That was the little bit Kate needed to push her off the chair. I cried that night, so much, so hard. My heart was empty, and I had nothing to live for, nothing at all. I glanced around the room for something sharp, but there wasn't anything so I laid down upon my bed and recaptured the day. Early in the morning I had gotten an urgent call from Hermione. She sounded panicked, so I rushed down to her apartment to see what was wrong. When I arrived, she told me Jean Mitchell was killed the night before, and Kate ordered her to fire me. She had a stern look on her face, and I could tell she was hurt. How could someone whom her best friend had loved so much let everyone down?
I left her apartment after feeling uncomfortable, and unwanted. I sulked in the streets, where I could stand in the rain and pray for my life to end. But nothing happened, so I returned home to lay in my bed, crying my eyes out.
I had never noticed, until now, how many punctures were in the ceiling. I figured if God wanted me to die, he'd make it painless, in my sleep. So I lay, staring into space, waiting for my eyes to shut and my mind to escape to the dream world, or elsewhere.
"Parvati…"
I turned around. The streets were empty, but it was dripping wet. The rain didn't chill my body, but around me the fog gathered as if it were cold.
"Parvati…"
There was no one. I looked in all directions, but no one was there. Waiting for the dream to end, or to realize that it wasn't in fact a dream, I was struck down to the ground.
"Parvati…"
I lifted my bruised face. I already had a scar on it, and I wondered what they would do next. And there they were. Just as I had suspected, the black figures marched down the street and surrounded me. I was so lazy to run, or to even move. So I sat there and took the beatings. If this was God's way of a painless death, then I was in trouble if he didn't like me.
"Parvati…" Thinking it was them who were chanting my name, I ignored it. But after a few more times, I recognized the voice and stood straight up to find it.
There he was. I ran to him, as fast as I could, my skirt flying back in the wind. He grasped me in his arms and held me tight. Tears were flowing from my eyes, and through his presence. I stuttered my words, and I was speechless. All I wanted was to stay there, holding him, for all eternity. All I wanted was him.
"Parvati…" he said. His voice was fading, and getting scratchier. I felt my hands touching his solid back. The white light had left him, and now he was real. I pulled my head back to kiss him, but what I saw made me stumble back.
"Stupid girl!" The figure struck me clear across the face, sending me back to the ground. I looked up, and not seeing the familiar face of Harry, but instead the ugly expression of the one who had killed him.
I pulled myself up and reached for his neck, but he caught my wrists and swung me around.
"Do you miss your Harry, dear?" he whispered in my ear. I tried to escape from his grasp, but his hands just clasped me tighter. His eyes burned me when he looked at me. I tried to run, but his hold was to strong.
"Well, do you?" he asked, with a smirk across his face. I struggled for freedom, but the will just wasn't there. I could feel him pull a wand out from his cloak and fidget. All at once, his hands left my wrists, and a metal chain appeared. They were locked in place, and I couldn't move. He stepped in front of me and smiled, crouching to reach me face-to-face. I sneered with frustration and hate, but it only made him laugh harder.
"So, after trying so many times, aren't you anxious to know –how- I killed your little pumpkin?" he said, smirking. "The same way I'm going to kill you."
I stopped moving, and lay helpless. I knew it was over. If Harry hadn't been able to escape, neither would I.
"I entered his dreams. Nifty isn't it?" He cackled. "And then I slowly tortured him until he had nothing left. He wasn't easy let me tell you. It took a long time to get to him. I could see he was holding onto something, something to live for, his friends, his family, you."
I closed my eyes and prayed.
"But you, but you," he started, "were so much easier. You were already lifeless. I barely had to do anything. Now, I have some last minutes things I need carried out. Why don't I let you get back to your useless life. Until next time, bye love."
The last thing I heard was his laughter fading out. I awoke in my bead. The bruises were still there. He was right, I didn't have anything to live for. If I died, at least I would be with Harry.