********* THIS IS THE END *****************
**there is no more**
*cliffhanger*
This story is long and powerful, and I hope that you enjoyed it.
It was a long haul, but this is the last . . . the epilogue . . . . .
The Footsteps of my Father
Epilogue
Sindaria sat on the train, alone in one of the back compartments. Her face was void of emotion as she watched the scenery fly by. A solitary tear trickled down her face, a face that had been hardened with loss. The memories of the previous year flooded back, and her anguish surged forth with full force.
First, her family; though not blood-related, they had taken care of her, her entire life. They had been ruthlessly murdered in front of her eyes, as she stood helplessly watching. Voldemort had killed them, just to prove a point. Then she had lost Gabriel and Sarah, the two people that took care of her after she had lost her family. Gabriel had been a spy among the Death Eaters, and both had been Aurors. Somehow Voldemort had found out about them, and that they had been helping Sindaria. She had been coming to see them when she had seen the Dark Mark floating above the estate. They had done nothing wrong; they had been murdered because they had helped her.
And then, her two best friends had lost their families to Voldemort. If that wasn't horrible enough, Alex had been forced to a Death Eater meeting by his father and captured by Aurors. He was now sitting in Azkaban. An eleven-year old boy!
Liriel had been killed at a recent Hogsmeade attack and Raven had been taken by the Death Eaters. Sindaria didn't know where she was or if she was even alive. And now, Dominic, her very best friend and the only person she had trusted any more, had disappeared, had been gone for over a month now, to who knows where, and she feared that she had lost him too. Everyone that had been close to her was gone. She was alone. Very alone. She may have had many friends, but she couldn't risk them getting killed too; she would not have more people die because of her. So she had backed away, drawing into herself and her dark dreams.
The tears streamed freely now, flowing down her face. She had lost so much, as some families had that year. Voldemort was back; she had seen him with her own eyes, and the Ministry couldn't deny it any longer.
Four families with the Dark Mark above their houses; all because of her. They had been close to her; therefore, they had been killed. It was her fault . . . Liriel had did because of her. Raven was gone because of her.
She wiped away her tears, hardening her features. She had been innocent and naïve before the past summer, thinking everything was splendid. She was a witch and she would be going to Hogwarts. She had been so excited. When she had arrived at Hogwarts, she had even believed that she was safe and nothing bad would come to the school. She had found the two girls that were like sisters to her and they had formed The Three Musketeers, creating their own legend. Raven had been so happy, so full of life and now she was gone. Liriel . . . Liriel had always been there, always the logical mind . . . and she was dead.
She laughed bitterly. How wrong she had been. She had learned it the hard way.
Now, all she had left was her father, her real father. And he was a Death Eater. Isn't it ironic how fate goes? she thought. If there was one thing she had learned from her father since Christmas, it was not to trust anyone and to harden herself towards reality. Her father was a Death Eater and it was her duty to follow in his footsteps. However, she still hadn't decided whether or not she would. That time would come and she'd be ready. Sindaria Luthien Macnair would face her destiny head on and make the choice.
~ fin ~
**there is no more**
*cliffhanger*
This story is long and powerful, and I hope that you enjoyed it.
It was a long haul, but this is the last . . . the epilogue . . . . .
The Footsteps of my Father
Epilogue
Sindaria sat on the train, alone in one of the back compartments. Her face was void of emotion as she watched the scenery fly by. A solitary tear trickled down her face, a face that had been hardened with loss. The memories of the previous year flooded back, and her anguish surged forth with full force.
First, her family; though not blood-related, they had taken care of her, her entire life. They had been ruthlessly murdered in front of her eyes, as she stood helplessly watching. Voldemort had killed them, just to prove a point. Then she had lost Gabriel and Sarah, the two people that took care of her after she had lost her family. Gabriel had been a spy among the Death Eaters, and both had been Aurors. Somehow Voldemort had found out about them, and that they had been helping Sindaria. She had been coming to see them when she had seen the Dark Mark floating above the estate. They had done nothing wrong; they had been murdered because they had helped her.
And then, her two best friends had lost their families to Voldemort. If that wasn't horrible enough, Alex had been forced to a Death Eater meeting by his father and captured by Aurors. He was now sitting in Azkaban. An eleven-year old boy!
Liriel had been killed at a recent Hogsmeade attack and Raven had been taken by the Death Eaters. Sindaria didn't know where she was or if she was even alive. And now, Dominic, her very best friend and the only person she had trusted any more, had disappeared, had been gone for over a month now, to who knows where, and she feared that she had lost him too. Everyone that had been close to her was gone. She was alone. Very alone. She may have had many friends, but she couldn't risk them getting killed too; she would not have more people die because of her. So she had backed away, drawing into herself and her dark dreams.
The tears streamed freely now, flowing down her face. She had lost so much, as some families had that year. Voldemort was back; she had seen him with her own eyes, and the Ministry couldn't deny it any longer.
Four families with the Dark Mark above their houses; all because of her. They had been close to her; therefore, they had been killed. It was her fault . . . Liriel had did because of her. Raven was gone because of her.
She wiped away her tears, hardening her features. She had been innocent and naïve before the past summer, thinking everything was splendid. She was a witch and she would be going to Hogwarts. She had been so excited. When she had arrived at Hogwarts, she had even believed that she was safe and nothing bad would come to the school. She had found the two girls that were like sisters to her and they had formed The Three Musketeers, creating their own legend. Raven had been so happy, so full of life and now she was gone. Liriel . . . Liriel had always been there, always the logical mind . . . and she was dead.
She laughed bitterly. How wrong she had been. She had learned it the hard way.
Now, all she had left was her father, her real father. And he was a Death Eater. Isn't it ironic how fate goes? she thought. If there was one thing she had learned from her father since Christmas, it was not to trust anyone and to harden herself towards reality. Her father was a Death Eater and it was her duty to follow in his footsteps. However, she still hadn't decided whether or not she would. That time would come and she'd be ready. Sindaria Luthien Macnair would face her destiny head on and make the choice.
~ fin ~