Prologue
The candles flickered in the dark room that embraced the beautiful couple. The silk sheets lay on the marble floor that cooled down the heated atmosphere. Her long buttery curls were spread upon the pillow, while she gently placed her head upon his shoulder. Her rosy lips placed soft kisses on his smooth skin, as he played with a strand of her hair.
His mind was not with her at the moment. He was thinking about what will follow.
"What have I done?" He thought. "I gave her away to my enemy. She's lost to me forever!" His mind was raising.
"What will he do to me, to her?" He continued thinking. "I couldn't hold away from her. It was an exact order, and I disobeyed it!"
"What's this?" He heard her sweet voice, as she raised his hand. The soft light that came from the candle besides the bed illuminated her curved body. She raised upon one elbow to examine the design upon his hand.
"It's nothing!" He quickly retrieved his palm from her. Their eyes met.
"Are you a Death Eater?" She whispered unable to speak any louder. He lowered his eyes and kept silent. She jumped off his bed and placed her feet upon the freezing floor. Reaching for her dress, she spotted a red rose slowly appearing on her wrist. It was as if she was wearing a bracelet, but it gave off no beauty to her. A picture of a scull and a serpent became more defined under one of the petals of the red rose.
"What's this?" She screamed sharply turning about to face him.
"I can explain! Calm down!"
"You better sort this out for me! When did this happen? Why am I marked? Who did this? Was it you?" She suddenly lowered her voice on realization that he, the person she trusted the most, just took advantage of her.
"Was I some prize for The Lord?" She asked sarcastically, angry, and truly hurt.
I trusted him. I gave everything to him, and the only thing he did for me was selling me to my enemy! How dares he?!
She rushed for her wand and pointed it into his direction. He was fully dressed, and held both of his palms before him slowly advancing towards her.
"Please listen," he spoke slowly and carefully.
"Come any closer and I'll kill you." She said through clenched teeth. Quickly slipping into her dress, she ran towards the door.
"Going somewhere?" A tall man with long blond hair and cold gray eyes burst into the room. She gave out a loud yell and tripped, falling to the floor. He grabbed her by the arm and raised her to her feet. She struggled to get free. With each pull his grip tightened.
"The Dark Lord will deal with you himself!" He shouted to the young man that watched the scene, too shocked to move. "Report to him now!" With this the room was filled with a loud crack and the world before her became a nightmare. With each passing minute she felt explicit pain within her whole body. She couldn't hold herself from screaming in agony.
Finally her feet touched the ground once again and she fell to the floor. She couldn't think or move a muscle. Her eyes were filled with flashes of someone being tortured. His body rolled about the floor, and she heard the most frightening voice that ever passed her way.
I heard him before! Voldemort!
Abruptly, the violent pain she felt seized to exist, and momentarily a man in satin black robes walked up to her. She raised her eyes to meet two red rubies looking at her.
"Hello!" She heard his voice within her own thoughts.
"Take her to the fountain! We can't let her go. We'll just extract the information we need from her." Voldemort addressed the man that brought her in.
With another crack she found herself in some glittering water that started rising up. Panic overtook her. She violently banged on the glass that prevented her escape. Suddenly sleep surpassed her urge to get free. Her eyelids slipped down, and the last thing she saw was he. The man that gave her away.
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Here you go! It might be confusing, but you have to read on. You will find that there are a few of this kind of chapters that make no sense with the rest of the story; however, when you'll reach the end everything will be sorted out.
Enjoy!