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Chapter Seven-The Letter and the Curse

Weeks went by and Trinity still awaited the owl from the Ministry. Finally, one morning when she and Draco were sitting in the kitchen talking about when the next meeting would be, an owl flew into the open window by the sink.

When Trinity seen it, just as it flew in, she yelped in excitement, dropping her fork of egg in the process.

Draco gave her a confused looked and turned around to follow her gaze.

Trinity jumped from her chair to meet the owl.

It landed in the sink in front of her and held out it's leg. Shaking with anticipation, she took it from the leg and walked back to the table.

Draco, who looked to be just as nervous and excited as she, got up from his seat and went to the other side of the table to look over his friend's shoulder.

Trinity opened it with her shaky fingers.

Dear Miss Zabini,

After your taking the Placement Test at the Ministry of Magic, we have placed you accordingly. We think your skills and knowledge best put you within the Sixth Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Congratulations and best of luck with your new school.

Michael Rossly
Head of SPC

Trinity turned to Draco, who was still looking at the letter with a hint of a smile on his face. He then looked at her teasingly.

"Now, if only you get into Slytherin."

Trinity laughed and hit him jokingly on the arm.

"No, I think a heir of Slytherin will be placed in Gryffindor."

Draco straightened and crossed his arms. "Well, you never know."

"No daughter of mine will be placed in Gryffindor."

Draco and Trinity turned to see Voldemort leaning against the door frame. Trinity wondered how long he had been standing there.

"So, sixth year, huh?" he said walking towards the two teenagers. "Why not seventh year?"

Trinity felt a flutter of fear race through her. She had never had seen him with an expression so . . . evil. She knew instantly why people were afraid of her father. One look could probably send someone into hysterics.

"Father, Draco and I will be in the same year," she said, trying to ignore the, if possible more evil gaze he set upon her. Trinity instantly regretted talking back to him. With one wave of his wand, Voldemort sent her flying into the wall. When she hit, she slid down beside the stove.

"I will not tolerate you speaking to me that way," he yelled.

Draco stood, shocked as though he had had a freezing spell put on him. When he finally came to his senses, he looked from Trinity to her father. His face was set with an expression of worry and horror. Neither him nor Trinity had ever seen Voldemort act this way towards his daughter. Yes, to the Deatheaters, but never towards his heir.

"You should have tried harder," Voldemort snarled, his wand still facing a now paled Trinity. She felt the pain gripping her back; still, she kept her composure and kept eye contact with her father.

"I allowed you to go to that waste of a school, hoping you may get something out of it. You need training of Dark Arts, not of the trash they will teach you at that Mudblood-loving school."

Voldemort took his gaze from Trinity and looked over at the startled and now scared Draco. "Leave, boy, if you know what's good for you."

Draco looked at his friend with pity before starting towards the door. Apparently, it wasn't fast enough.

"Now!" Voldemort flicked his wand at Draco. "Crucio!"

Draco fell to the ground and crumpled. This wasn't the first time he had had this curse set on him. His father had done it before, but only once.

Trinity ran to Draco, forgetting her aching back and her angry father. She had heard about the Unforgivable Curses from Draco and knew that he had been under it before, but seeing Draco in such agony, she couldn't help but try to stop it.

"Stop it!" she screamed at her father. She could feel the tears running down her face.

Voldemort looked down at the pair, Draco still screaming in pain. Finally, Voldemort took his wand from Draco and turned it to Trinity. Draco's body went limp and he, still lying on his side, moaned before passing out.

"Well, how about you take the pain for him," Voldemort said, his red eyes closing to slits.

"Crucio!"

Trinity's insides were on fire. It felt as though she were being stabbed with millions of knives on every part of her body, inside and out. She knew she was screaming. All she could think was, 'please let me die, just kill me.'

After what seemed like years, she felt the curse lift. She opened her eyes long enough to see her father's feet turn and leave the kitchen and then, she passed out.

Sorry, don't mean to leave it there, but I think it's the best place to leave it. Thanks for the reviews, hope you enjoyed this chapter.