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Chapter 7.
It was three days since Voldemort had beaten Daisy and Sarah had covered for her for the past couple of days, but today, Daisy had to go back. She walked alongside Sarah, her legs trembling as she walked, it was amazing that she could actually move. Hermione and Parvati had given her advice this morning, and hugged her before they had gone off to their chores, Hermione to clean the Death Eater's bedrooms and Parvati to dust the shelves of potion bottles and books. Sarah was walking next to Daisy, carrying the tray of food with one hand and holding Daisy's with the other, occasionally giving it a reassuring squeeze.
When they arrived at Voldemort's chamber, the guards grinned wickedly as if they knew something she did not. A knot formed in her stomach. She had a very bad feeling about today.
Daisy and Sarah entered the chamber together, and Voldemort was sitting at his desk, reading a letter. He smiled nastily when they came in, and Daisy again felt bad about today. Sarah placed the tray of food on the table and made the cups of tea. Daisy brought the tea over to Voldemort, the cup clattering against the saucer because her hands were shaking so much. Hot tea split onto the saucer, but Voldemort ignored it when Daisy had set the tea down on his desk. She quickly joined Sarah by the door, and was about to bow and leave when:
"Stay." Voldemort's voice hissed.
Sarah and Daisy stood by the door, obeying Voldemort, when more bad news came.
"The little one is to stay; the older one is to go." Sarah looked at Daisy, and Daisy stared back, her blue eyes watering. 'I'm sorry.' Sarah mouthed and squeezed Daisy's hand, her own green eyes letting tears fall. Sarah exited the room, and Daisy was left alone with Voldemort.
"Yes master?" Daisy squeaked.
"Why have you been absent the last few days?" He growled, dragging a nail across the polished wooden table, the sound of it screeching making Daisy's skin crawl.
"I have not been feeling well master." She replied quietly, avoiding her master's gaze.
Voldemort chuckled, his voice sounding empty and hollow. "Is that a correct and worthy excuse?"
Daisy's eyes flickered up to meet his, and the moment she did that, she knew it was a mistake. His eyes were cold and expressionless, black as the night. There was a fireplace next to him, the flames burning brightly, but the light was not reflected in his eyes, and Daisy was sure that if she stood there, the light would reflect in her eyes.
"You dare to look at me, lowly slave." He snarled, removing a long slender wand from a drawer. Daisy cringed in fear, and Voldemort smiled wickedly. "You're scared, little girl?"
Don't say yes, don't satisfy him. She told herself, boldly straightening up, even though she felt like she could collapse because she was so nervous.
"Answer me!" He demanded, inching closer with his wand.
Do what Hermione does, don't satisfy him, do what mum says to do.
Daisy shut her eyes tightly, the sight of Voldemort inching closer to her with an evil grin on his face scaring her more than anything she had ever seen before.
"Open your eyes, mudblood." Daisy obeyed and opening her eyes, gasping when she found that Voldemort was looking right back at her, inches away from her.
"I'm sorry!" She shouted, trying to save herself.
"Crucio."
With a flick of his wand, Daisy was in the most excruciating pain she had ever been in. She fell to the floor, her body weak. Don't cry, don't cry. She thought to herself as she squirmed on the floor. But it was so hard not to, Daisy found. She was in so much pain that she had bit down on her tongue hard, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth and choking her. She dug her nails into her skin unintentionally. Don't cry…Make it stop…please make it stop…don't cry.
"Your nothing, slave. You're a filthy, unworthy, waste of air and space." Voldemort's cruel words filled Daisy's mind, but she desperately tried to push them away, repeating to herself, don't cry. "No one cares, mudblood. No one. When I killed your parents, they didn't even put up a fight. They gave up, they had nothing to live for, but you were in the next room. They didn't care."
No, they cared…they did…did they? Don't cry Daisy, don't cry.
"You think that's pain little girl? That's nothing; I have more pain for you." Daisy inwardly screamed as the pain grew, starting at her feet and rushing through her veins as if it was blood, pain coursing through her body until she could think about was the pain. "Go on, cry little girl, scream, cry out." Voldemort's voice taunted her and she brought her legs up to her chin and covered her ears with her hands, the pain flowing freely in them.
Don't cry, don't cry.
"Cry out little girl, cry out."
Every inch of her body wanted her to cry, but her mind was desperately saying to not to, with that simple gesture, Voldemort would be in control.
Don't cry, don't cry.
"Cry little girl."
I'm sorry Hermione. Daisy let out a blood curdling scream, letting all the pain she was feeling out into the scream. Tears fell freely from her blue eyes, forming pools on the floor. She screamed and cried until she thought of nothing else, until her throat was hoarse and her head ached. If her eyes were open, she would have seen Voldemort's satisfied smile, she would have seen the flick of the wand and those terrifying, but releasing words leave his lips.
"Avada Kedavra."
I'm sorry Hermione.
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