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Chapter 7: SO THAT IS WHY YOU ARE NICE TO ME!?!?
I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. He wanted to talk about one Elizabeth Carlucci? "What do you mean? You knew her. What were you! Some type of Death Eater buddy!"
He frowned when he heard me say this. It was strange to see that expression on his face. Was it guilt? " I knew her more than anyone in the world. She was very quiet like you. She was very beautiful like you. You both have a lot in common."
I stared at him in disbelief. It felt great that someone knew her. It was also good to know that we were alike. I smiled. Then I jumped in my seat literally when it came to me. YOU ARE MY FATHER!
He gave me a very weak smile. He moved a piece of his greasy hair from his face and stood up. I felt very weird. This was a very strange and bizarre moment. The potions master was my father?
He walked to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I want to tell you everything." I stared at him, eager to know about my mother, even if she was a deatheater.
"We met in our first year. We were both sorted in Slytherin. Throughout that year, many Slytherins, including Lucius Malfoy, teased her. "Libertidad Luchares" were looked upon with fear, and that fear turned to violence a lot of times. She was in a lot of fights with other Slytherins. She was also very smart like you, and was the top of her class for all seven years. That also made a lot of people jealous. We both connected because of our poor treatment from the world. We became friends.
In our second year she came back with a new resolve. She had told me that she had been training for the libertidad luchares. She had learned to fight better and had gotten her power too. She had the power of the flash. She could move very, very fast if she wanted to and could release tornadoes from her hands. She had started to use her powers to keep away her bullies and so, they started to leave her alone and gave her respect. They made her the seeker for the Slytherin team. As she became a very powerful Slytherin, I thought that she would forget about me, but she actually still was my friend and she actually protected me.
In our third year, she came back looking very beautiful. Puberty had certainly changed her. So, she was even more popular than before. Even people from other houses knew who she was. She had many boyfriends too. Even Lucius. She had this aura of evilness. I felt that we were separating. She hardly talked to me anymore. She was so busy with her life. From boyfriends to seeker practice and school, she hardly had anytime for me. One night I had been reading a book on potions in the library and she came in. She was alone. She went to my table and smiled. She then sat down. She started to talk to me about her life, like she used to. She apologized about not paying attention to me. We became friends.
In our fourth year, she started to find interest in the dark arts. She would talk about it a lot. I had started to the year before. It was not an obsession at all, actually an interest. It actually started when we had to do a project together in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. We also started to get a little serious. She was not like she was before. I had watched her. We held hands and did everything together. We hardly kissed. She just wanted a good friend. I had started to have a crush on another girl. She was a Gryffindor named Lily Evans. I do not know why either. It was probably my frustration at Elizabeth before. She had not paid attention to me, so I started to find another girl. Lily had hated that James Potter and so had I. We never talked at all. IT just happened. So, soon, I found myself pulled to her.
That crush had continued throughout our fifth year. I had broke up with Elizabeth. It was her idea. Her new best friend Bellatrix Lestrange was influencing her. She was a future deatheater. They became immersed in the dark arts. I was too, but I never had tried to practice it on Hufflepuff's. One day I did. It was one of the days when we had the O.W.L.s. I was minding my own business and Potter and Black decided to humiliate me in front of everyone. I was reading a book on the dark arts and they started to put some very humiliating curses and jinx's etc. on me. I tried to stop it but they were too fast..
He then stared at me. It was like he did not want to continue. This seemed like a very emotional moment to him. This must have been very humiliating. He sat down in his chair and gave me a wane smile. I looked into his eyes.
"Professor? Que pasa?" I asked to him. He seemed to be thinking about what I said. I did not even know that I had said that. He smiled a little more.
"I remember when Bet used to say that. She taught me a little. I have not heard Spanish in years." He looked at me then. He then stood up. "Elizabeth. I am sorry. I just do not want to relive that memory."
"It is ok. I understand. I think I really understand why you hate Harry."
"Yes, that is why."
"Is that why you hate Gryffindors also? Do you think that they are all evil?"
"Yes."
"Did something happen between you and Lily?"
He stared at me with a look of regret. He sat next to me and gave me a very strained hug. I understood a little. He must have had a hard life. "I called her a 'stupid mudblood' then. She hated me for that and we never even got to talk once. I believe that Lily was just a crush and never meant to be. After that, I immersed myself in the dark arts, and into the heart of Bet again. I was part of the world of the dark. I became part of an exclusive club. I started to follow them and we lived by a code of evil.
The next year, Bet and we set aside the past. We decided to start over. So we spent the next two years learning about the dark arts and each other. The say after graduation, we married and then became death eaters. Our love became very string. We protect each other. We took our job as deatheaters very seriously. We loved the power and revenge that we had over all of those people that had picked on us. We loved that. Soon. We both started to really think about what we were doing. Especially when she became pregnant with you. We kept this secret. Death was the punishment fir betrayal from the Dark Lord.
After you were born, we made a plan. I went to Albus Dumbledore and told him our predicament. He seemed to understand and protect us. I had started to believe that we could do this and I started to really turn to the good side. Everything was starting to seem good. We were safe. That was until that one day.
You were about two months when she was killed. They say that it was a mistake. That the Aurors intended to target Bellatrix Black, but instead got Bet. An Auror killed her mistakenly when he aimed for her with a stunning spell. She had become a little sick and so she was not very well. I had told her that it was very dangerous in more ways than one for her to go out, but she said that this would be the last time. It certainly was. She was killed and so was my heart."
He then stared at me and gave me a bitter smile. "After she was killed, her family took you away and told me that you would never come back into this "terrible mundo"'
I stared at him in shock. It made a lot of things some to light. She understood everything then. It made her feel good to know that she at least had her father.
I then looked at him in the eye. "Can I call you papa?"
He smiled and led me out of the dungeons.
Que pasa is Spanish for what's up.
Terrible mundo is Spanish for terrible world
Chapter 7: SO THAT IS WHY YOU ARE NICE TO ME!?!?
I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. He wanted to talk about one Elizabeth Carlucci? "What do you mean? You knew her. What were you! Some type of Death Eater buddy!"
He frowned when he heard me say this. It was strange to see that expression on his face. Was it guilt? " I knew her more than anyone in the world. She was very quiet like you. She was very beautiful like you. You both have a lot in common."
I stared at him in disbelief. It felt great that someone knew her. It was also good to know that we were alike. I smiled. Then I jumped in my seat literally when it came to me. YOU ARE MY FATHER!
He gave me a very weak smile. He moved a piece of his greasy hair from his face and stood up. I felt very weird. This was a very strange and bizarre moment. The potions master was my father?
He walked to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I want to tell you everything." I stared at him, eager to know about my mother, even if she was a deatheater.
"We met in our first year. We were both sorted in Slytherin. Throughout that year, many Slytherins, including Lucius Malfoy, teased her. "Libertidad Luchares" were looked upon with fear, and that fear turned to violence a lot of times. She was in a lot of fights with other Slytherins. She was also very smart like you, and was the top of her class for all seven years. That also made a lot of people jealous. We both connected because of our poor treatment from the world. We became friends.
In our second year she came back with a new resolve. She had told me that she had been training for the libertidad luchares. She had learned to fight better and had gotten her power too. She had the power of the flash. She could move very, very fast if she wanted to and could release tornadoes from her hands. She had started to use her powers to keep away her bullies and so, they started to leave her alone and gave her respect. They made her the seeker for the Slytherin team. As she became a very powerful Slytherin, I thought that she would forget about me, but she actually still was my friend and she actually protected me.
In our third year, she came back looking very beautiful. Puberty had certainly changed her. So, she was even more popular than before. Even people from other houses knew who she was. She had many boyfriends too. Even Lucius. She had this aura of evilness. I felt that we were separating. She hardly talked to me anymore. She was so busy with her life. From boyfriends to seeker practice and school, she hardly had anytime for me. One night I had been reading a book on potions in the library and she came in. She was alone. She went to my table and smiled. She then sat down. She started to talk to me about her life, like she used to. She apologized about not paying attention to me. We became friends.
In our fourth year, she started to find interest in the dark arts. She would talk about it a lot. I had started to the year before. It was not an obsession at all, actually an interest. It actually started when we had to do a project together in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. We also started to get a little serious. She was not like she was before. I had watched her. We held hands and did everything together. We hardly kissed. She just wanted a good friend. I had started to have a crush on another girl. She was a Gryffindor named Lily Evans. I do not know why either. It was probably my frustration at Elizabeth before. She had not paid attention to me, so I started to find another girl. Lily had hated that James Potter and so had I. We never talked at all. IT just happened. So, soon, I found myself pulled to her.
That crush had continued throughout our fifth year. I had broke up with Elizabeth. It was her idea. Her new best friend Bellatrix Lestrange was influencing her. She was a future deatheater. They became immersed in the dark arts. I was too, but I never had tried to practice it on Hufflepuff's. One day I did. It was one of the days when we had the O.W.L.s. I was minding my own business and Potter and Black decided to humiliate me in front of everyone. I was reading a book on the dark arts and they started to put some very humiliating curses and jinx's etc. on me. I tried to stop it but they were too fast..
He then stared at me. It was like he did not want to continue. This seemed like a very emotional moment to him. This must have been very humiliating. He sat down in his chair and gave me a wane smile. I looked into his eyes.
"Professor? Que pasa?" I asked to him. He seemed to be thinking about what I said. I did not even know that I had said that. He smiled a little more.
"I remember when Bet used to say that. She taught me a little. I have not heard Spanish in years." He looked at me then. He then stood up. "Elizabeth. I am sorry. I just do not want to relive that memory."
"It is ok. I understand. I think I really understand why you hate Harry."
"Yes, that is why."
"Is that why you hate Gryffindors also? Do you think that they are all evil?"
"Yes."
"Did something happen between you and Lily?"
He stared at me with a look of regret. He sat next to me and gave me a very strained hug. I understood a little. He must have had a hard life. "I called her a 'stupid mudblood' then. She hated me for that and we never even got to talk once. I believe that Lily was just a crush and never meant to be. After that, I immersed myself in the dark arts, and into the heart of Bet again. I was part of the world of the dark. I became part of an exclusive club. I started to follow them and we lived by a code of evil.
The next year, Bet and we set aside the past. We decided to start over. So we spent the next two years learning about the dark arts and each other. The say after graduation, we married and then became death eaters. Our love became very string. We protect each other. We took our job as deatheaters very seriously. We loved the power and revenge that we had over all of those people that had picked on us. We loved that. Soon. We both started to really think about what we were doing. Especially when she became pregnant with you. We kept this secret. Death was the punishment fir betrayal from the Dark Lord.
After you were born, we made a plan. I went to Albus Dumbledore and told him our predicament. He seemed to understand and protect us. I had started to believe that we could do this and I started to really turn to the good side. Everything was starting to seem good. We were safe. That was until that one day.
You were about two months when she was killed. They say that it was a mistake. That the Aurors intended to target Bellatrix Black, but instead got Bet. An Auror killed her mistakenly when he aimed for her with a stunning spell. She had become a little sick and so she was not very well. I had told her that it was very dangerous in more ways than one for her to go out, but she said that this would be the last time. It certainly was. She was killed and so was my heart."
He then stared at me and gave me a bitter smile. "After she was killed, her family took you away and told me that you would never come back into this "terrible mundo"'
I stared at him in shock. It made a lot of things some to light. She understood everything then. It made her feel good to know that she at least had her father.
I then looked at him in the eye. "Can I call you papa?"
He smiled and led me out of the dungeons.
Que pasa is Spanish for what's up.
Terrible mundo is Spanish for terrible world