Disclaimer: It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. Only the plot is mine.
Abigail paced the Room of Requirement, tears running down her cheeks.
How could this have happened? She thought to herself. How could she have allowed herself to be drawn into such a predicament as the one she faced right now? She tried to convince herself that it wasn't true. That she wasn't in love with Harry. That last night had never happened.
The door opened and Harry entered. He approached her, concern written on his face.
"Abby," he whispered, using both hands to wipe away her tears. Her purple eyes stared up into his bottle green ones. Pain flashed across them as she pulled away from him.
"Harry," she murmured, staring into the fireplace. "Last night…" She turned to face him. "Last night was both the best dream and the worst nightmare I have ever had. Last night, something happened that I had told you I was afraid of happening, Harry." She closed her eyes tightly, trying to stem the flow of tears. "Last night, I fell in love with you." He walked up to her, touching her face gently.
"Abby, I don't understand."
"That's the problem, Harry!" she shouted, jerking away again. "You have never understood. You don't know anything about me, Harry! I know everything about you. I know about your parents, your relatives, your friends and your past, Harry! I even know about the prophecy!" Harry recoiled, horror taking over his eyes.
"That's right, Harry," she said, her voice cracking. "I know every single thing about you. But nobody knows anything about me. They all wonder, they all ask, but none of them ever get an answer. You slept with me last night, and you don't know one damned thing about me! You don't even know who I AM!"
"That's because you won't bloody tell ME!" he roared. "Don't you think I've tried?" She stared at him.
"I've fallen in love with the one who's supposed to kill the Dark Lord or be killed by him," she murmured. "It was written. Severus tried to prevent it, but it happened. As the seventh month dies, she will be born. The Daughter of Darkness will endure more pain than he that was born by those who thrice defied the Dark Lord. She will fall in love and then betray him whose heart she has given. For she will be either the destructor of the Light or the Executioner of the Dark. She will be born as the seventh month dies…" Harry stared at her, comprehension unveiling the confusion clouding his eyes.
"You…"
"Yes, Harry," she whispered. "You slept with the devil's daughter, and you didn't even know it. And I fell in love with you, OH MY GOD!" She broke down sobbing. Harry watched her, a sudden anger and hatred flaring up inside of him. She had known what would happen, but she had refused to tell him.
"You would have done the exact same thing, Harry!" she cried. "You would have come after me whether you knew about the other prophecy or not. I tried to stop it, Harry. I'm so sorry." He let out a snarl, turning away from her and storming out of the room, her sobs echoing in his ears.
Snape smirked, scrawling a huge T on the Gryffindor's essay paper, not even bothering to read it. Placing it in the pile with the other graded essays, turning his attention to a Ravenclaw essay.
"You haven't changed much, have you, Severus?" Snape's head snapped up to stare into Catherine's dark brown eyes. His eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned suspiciously, rising from his seat behind the desk. She just smiled at him and proceeded to examine the room. She hadn't changed much since he last saw her. She was taller now, her face more mature. Her robes hid her slender figure. Her hair was much longer than last time, reaching several inches below her waist.
"It hasn't changed, has it?" she said softly. "Hogwarts has always and will always be the same."
"I'm not to sure about that anymore," he muttered, walking around the desk. She glanced at him, a pained expression on her face. It was an expression of one who had seen too much in too small a time frame.
"I'm not sure of anything anymore, Severus," she told him. He approached her, stopping less then a foot away.
"What are you doing here, Catherine?" he asked, his dark eyes piercing hers.
"Don't you know?" she whispered. He backed up.
"You know you shouldn't be here, Catherine," he hissed.
"Severus," she pleaded, stepping closer to him. "Please…I…"
"He knows," Severus stated abruptly, not wanting to go any deeper into their conversation. Her eyes widened.
"How?"
"She slept with him and-"
"SHE SLEPT WITH HIM?"
"Yes, and-"
"How could this happen! How could she let this happen?" Then she turned on Snape, her eyes flashing dangerously. "How could you let this happen?"
"I didn't know about this until this morning," he snapped, his tolerance for her ebbing away.
"Please tell me she didn't…" Catherine didn't continue.
"She did," he said quietly. Catherine leaned against one of the desks in the potions room, staring at the far wall.
"You promised me this wouldn't happen," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes. "You promised me that you wouldn't let this happen to her. That she wouldn't fall in love. That she didn't know what love was."
"You taught her that well enough," he spat bitterly, immediately regretting it. Tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"How can you say that, Severus?" she cried. "How can you say that I taught her how never to love? I loved her with my whole heart, Severus! That's why I couldn't keep her! I loved her and that's why I gave her to you! So that she could be protected from the horrors that I went through! To keep it from happening! I loved her more than you can ever know, Severus…no, you do know…you've just chosen to block out the past…" He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close, supreme anger radiating off of him.
"Don't you ever say that," he hissed. "Don't you ever think that once that I never wanted to take back the past. I never meant for any of it to happen, but you are the one at fault."
"Me? Do you think I wanted to be dragged down that hall, Severus? Do you think that I wanted to be stripped of my clothes and thrown into the darkness? Do you think that…" she started to cry. "Do you think that I wanted any of this to happen?" she whispered as their lips drew closer together.
"I never wanted you to get hurt," he whispered.
"Wanting it never stopped the pain."
For the next few days, Harry and Abigail avoided each other at all cost. Abigail did not attend meals anymore and Harry went to the Library with Hermione to do homework. Harry acted as if nothing had happened, but everyone could tell that something was wrong with Abby. She was becoming thinner. Her robes were never on right when she entered the classroom and she had trouble staying awake. But it was her eyes that were troubling everybody.
Blood red they stayed. Even the whites of her eyes were scarlet. Students started to whisper as she walked through the halls. Rumors said that she was turning evil and that maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake in putting her in Gryffindor.
Harry sat silently eating his breakfast on a Friday, the thirteenth of December. Hermione, who had returned from the 'Library', sat down across from him, ignoring Ron's penetrating stares.
"Harry," she tested. He glanced up at her.
"What?" She frowned.
"You seem so out of it lately. Your mind keeps wandering away from reality and it's worrying Ron and I."
"Well, don't worry…" He stopped, staring at the doors. Abigail had walked in, her head down as she made her way to the Gryffindor table. She sat at the end, not talking to anyone. The Hall had been silent at that point, but now began to hum with the whispers that were passed back and forth between the students.
"What is she doing here?" Harry spat, turning back to his still full plate only to start stabbing his roll. Hermione grabbed his hand.
"Stop, Harry!" she yelled at him. "Why are you acting this way? What happened between you two?" Harry was silent. He really hadn't wanted to tell them about what he had found out about Abby.
"Post!" Ginny cried out, breaking the silence. Owls swooped down, dropping off packages to their respective owners. Ginny grabbed the Daily Prophet that a large barn owl had dropped into her bowl of cereal. Opening it, she scanned the front page.
"No," she whispered, her eyes widening in horror and shock.
"What is it, Gin?" Ron asked. Ginny gulped.
"'The Heir of You-Know-Who has been found!'" she started. "'Yesterday, several Unspeakables from the ministry happened upon a long memo of some sort, stating a whole history of the Antone Miroles Family. The Antone Miroles Family is a large village of witches and wizards. The village is said to be located somewhere in Africa, though no one knows for sure. The blood type of the occupants of the village is extremely, the family dating back to before 200 B.C. The bloodline is said to be extremely pure. The village intermarries so that they keep their purity. However, the village, as said in the memo, is slowly dwindling away. Women are starting to marry outside the village, but the marriage can only happen if the woman's father and the village approve of the marriage. But if the woman becomes pregnant before she has the village's consent to marriage and before she is married, the child born will be plagued with what is now called the Red Eye's Curse. The Red Eye's Curse is what happens to a child that is growing up evil, though the full curse will complete over a series of years. However, in the case of the Antone Miroles Family, the child will be born with the curse, symbolizing that the child was conceived with evil. The Red Eye's Curse only happens inside the family, but there is only one wizard who has occupied the curse without belonging to the curse. You-know-Who has been found to be possessed by the Red Eye's Curse.
Now, there is only one known witch that belongs to the Antone Miroles Family. Catherine Jezebel Futarro. She attended Hogwarts and was said to have several boyfriends, the most prominent being Sirius Black and Severus Snape, both of which she had long-term relationships. However, after her last year at Hogwarts, she disappeared for a short time. The memo states that she did meet her last boyfriend, Severus Snape, before she completely disappeared. However, the memo states that they were only together for less than a minute before she was, as the memo says, 'whisked away into darkness.' After that, nothing was seen or heard of from Catherine. Then, just a few months ago, Catherine's presumed daughter, Abigail Antone Miroles Riddle Futarro, returned to Hogwarts for her sixth year. Her appearances shocked the public as the memo describes her as, '…standing with an air of evil surrounding her, glowing off her eyes dipped in blood, emerald, and violet.' The public may think that the girl was 'conceived with evil' but Unspeakables say that there is more to the girl than her mother being very naughty. They think that the eyes may also be genetic. And the only way they could be genetic is if the father had 'eyes dipped in blood'. Unspeakables think that the father of Abigail Futarro may in fact be the heir of You-know-Who!'"
Silence reined over the Great Hall as students turned their heads in shock to see the horrified Gryffindor. Abby stumbled out of her seat, backing away from the Gryffindor table. Her eyes were growing scarlet as they fixed their gaze on the Boy-Who-Lived.
"No…" she turned and ran out the doors, out the Entrance Hall and down the slope to the lake. Silence reined the Great Hall as all eyes turned to the Boy-Who-Lived.
Darkness flooded the grounds of Hogwarts. Not even the moon or the stars were out tonight. The lights of the castle did not go further than a meter when darkness overcame it.
Tears running down her face, Abigail did not notice the darkness. To her, night was as bright as day, and brighter. She rocked back and forth, holding her knees to her chin as she cried silently.
"My poor child," came a voice that seemed to swamp her. She ignored it, still crying. "You have seen so much pain, so much agony. Why do you cry over such a worthless person? Why do you, my child, hate me so?"
"Go away," she whispered through her tears.
"Go away!" mimicked the voice in a mocking tone. "No, my child. I will not be leaving you at peace. You have something I want. And I will have what I want."
"Not from me," she hissed, her red eyes' piercing the one's directly across from her. The darkness only allowed the two pairs of eyes to show.
"Do you think that, by rejecting my request, you will make him take you back?" taunted the voice. "Do you think that after that little revealing, that he will come out here, proclaiming his undying love for you?" The voice lost its humor. "Wake up, girl," it spat. "You are alone, and you know it quite well. You are not the person everyone thought you were, and now all will hate you. Child, how can I leave you alone, when you already are?"
"Go away!" she yelled. "Go away, go away, Go Away, GO AWAY, GO AWAY!" she screamed, the night seeming to tremble with her growing pain and anger.
"You are my child," the voice whispered in a soothing fashion. "I care for you."
"Like you cared for my mother," she hissed.
"Your mother has nothing to do with this," snapped the voice. "Come, I will take you to a place where darkness reigns supreme, and it will comfort you more than now. The shadow of the castle is unnerving."
"How dark?" Abby asked softly.
"Like you were sleeping on a cloud."
"What do you mean, You don't know where she IS!" Catherine screamed, standing up from the armchair. Severus watched as Dumbledore stood also.
"I mean exactly what I say, Ms. Futarro," he stated. "The teachers have tried to search the grounds, but the darkness outside the castle is too much. The lights will not go farther than two meters when they flicker off. I'm sorry, but I will not have my staff wandering around the grounds at this time of night in a darkness so black, that not even a dragon's eyes could pierce it." Catherine started to pace.
"He has her," she whispered. "He has come here and taken her."
"Not possible," McGonagall said. "Potter would have felt it if he had showed up."
"Not if he was veiled. My daughter's presence could have been enough to block out his. The darkness is the only sign that he was here at a point."
"The darkness still covers the grounds, Catherine," Snape pointed out. She glanced at him than out the office window into the darkness.
"He is still on the grounds somewhere," she muttered. "He has not taken her off the grounds but hides her somewhere within them. Somewhere…"
Oh, but I'm not hiding at all, whispered a voice that they all heard. I have nothing to hide from anyone. But my heir… my my my… I did not think you could raise a daughter capable of such a high rate of treason, Catherine. Yes, she is her father's child, isn't she… Laughing filled the air.
"Where are you?" Catherine asked, fear in her voice as they all reached for their wands.
Go on, taunted the voice. Pull out your wands. Try and slay me! The first to cast a spell shall be the first to die. The room is Wand Locked. The moment a charm of any kind hits the wall, it shall turn into a Killing Curse and will continue to bounce off the walls until it hits someone. Go one, test my magic. Yes, that's it… I am the most powerful wizard… now, I have a riddle for you, and let us see if the 'all powerful' Potter can figure it out.
He of Light shall meet his Maker,
In the mighty realm of Tserof Krad.
The tunnel of light he shall see,
His choice, love or not the Stanver Kard.
Let us see if the mighty Harry Potter can figure out his destiny through the folds of a riddle. Laughter was the only thing that signaled the end of Voldemort's stay inside the castle Hogwarts.
A/n: Sooooooo, there it is! The next chappie after a looooooooonnnggg wait… Hope you like it! Anyway, sorry that this chapter took so long… I really need to focus on my other one… anyway… PLEASE REVIEW! And if any of you know the answer to the first part of the riddle, please send in and tell me! Oh, and here's a chapter teaser:
"You think that you saying sorry will justify what you did?"
"Why can't you understand? I told you what happened…"
"You are lying to me about what happened. Nothing you just said was true, and you know it!"
"Why won't you trust me?"
"How can you put your trust in someone who wouldn't put their trust in anyone else before?"
"Because this person has changed her ways."
"Yeah, well I don't think the devil' daughter can sprout wings and a halo. You'll always stay in the deepest parts of hell. Why? Because demons never want to change their ways."