Thank you so much, Brooke!! You did a great job!! (Brooke did the
betareading for this chapter)
Chapter 3 --- I am Lady Voldemort
Lord Voldemort -my father- put his arm around my shoulder. I shivered. "I'm not disappointed.", he said. "Even if I was surprised of seeing you as a girl instead of a boy. Together we will get back all my power and strength. More than that. Much more than that. My, our dark reign will resurrect and continue."
He raised his hand and whispered something like "Prehendes!" I felt that my inability for thinking or moving vanished. My thoughts were clear and all my fear was gone. I looked into my father's face. He was so right! I knew, I wanted to fight at his side. I knew, I wanted to be his heir.
Lord Voldemort stood up and offered me his hand. "Will you follow me, daughter?" I smiled into his grinning face. Then I seized his hand. "Yes, father."
I had to prepare for the ritual at midnight. I went to take a bath and try on the vestment that I had to wear. Two hours left, until my 13th birthday. I looked into the mirror in my bedroom.
The dress was black and beautiful. My long jet-black hair was always untidy. I tried to comb it, but that was just useless. So I tied them together. Well, my eyes were also very special. My right eye was brilliant green, while the other one was deep black.
I was sitting on my bed when someone knocked on the door. "Ramona?"
"Who is it?", I answered.
"It's me, may I come inside?" That was my teacher.
"Yeah, come in!"
He stepped into my room and sat down on a chair that was standing beside my bed.
"Ramona, I have to speak with you about the ritual in half an hour. Do you know what you'll have to do?"
"Nope, how should I?"
"Listen, you'll just have to do whatever you're told. The rest will be done by the others."
"All right."
"There may be parts that will hurt."
"Pardon?"
"What are you expecting! After all it's still a dark ritual!"
"Well, okay. Is it that bad?"
"Actually, I don't know for sure."
"Great."
"We've got to go. Follow me."
I went with him and he led me into a gigantic room I had never seen before. I didn't know whether to be curious or anxious. Thirteen black candles were burning with red flames in the middle of the hall. Many Death Eaters were standing at one side of the circle of candles. At the other side my father was waiting for me.
The ceremony was about to start.
-To be continued-
Chapter 3 --- I am Lady Voldemort
Lord Voldemort -my father- put his arm around my shoulder. I shivered. "I'm not disappointed.", he said. "Even if I was surprised of seeing you as a girl instead of a boy. Together we will get back all my power and strength. More than that. Much more than that. My, our dark reign will resurrect and continue."
He raised his hand and whispered something like "Prehendes!" I felt that my inability for thinking or moving vanished. My thoughts were clear and all my fear was gone. I looked into my father's face. He was so right! I knew, I wanted to fight at his side. I knew, I wanted to be his heir.
Lord Voldemort stood up and offered me his hand. "Will you follow me, daughter?" I smiled into his grinning face. Then I seized his hand. "Yes, father."
I had to prepare for the ritual at midnight. I went to take a bath and try on the vestment that I had to wear. Two hours left, until my 13th birthday. I looked into the mirror in my bedroom.
The dress was black and beautiful. My long jet-black hair was always untidy. I tried to comb it, but that was just useless. So I tied them together. Well, my eyes were also very special. My right eye was brilliant green, while the other one was deep black.
I was sitting on my bed when someone knocked on the door. "Ramona?"
"Who is it?", I answered.
"It's me, may I come inside?" That was my teacher.
"Yeah, come in!"
He stepped into my room and sat down on a chair that was standing beside my bed.
"Ramona, I have to speak with you about the ritual in half an hour. Do you know what you'll have to do?"
"Nope, how should I?"
"Listen, you'll just have to do whatever you're told. The rest will be done by the others."
"All right."
"There may be parts that will hurt."
"Pardon?"
"What are you expecting! After all it's still a dark ritual!"
"Well, okay. Is it that bad?"
"Actually, I don't know for sure."
"Great."
"We've got to go. Follow me."
I went with him and he led me into a gigantic room I had never seen before. I didn't know whether to be curious or anxious. Thirteen black candles were burning with red flames in the middle of the hall. Many Death Eaters were standing at one side of the circle of candles. At the other side my father was waiting for me.
The ceremony was about to start.
-To be continued-