As I Stand Witness to your fall
Disclaimer: In no ways do the characters from Harry Potter belong to me.
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Daddy...you promise me...
She was his little girl...And he couldn't forgive himself for what she would become.
"Father, you asked for me?"
He studied his little girl, cold and calculating, waiting for another order, another expectation to follow that she had grown accustomed to. It was never supposed to be like this, she wasn't supposed to become like this, but he went too far to change everything that was engrave into her mind. This war had changed them all...
He pulled his little girl closer to him, embracing her awkwardly; she never hugged him back...
"I'm sorry," he wanted to say, but a man of his status never apologized and he was a coward to even tried to admit that he was wrong.
"You have grown I see," he released her. It was never this difficult; when had their relationship as father and daughter gotten to the point that she became a stranger to him?
"Daughter," he couldn't even say her name, "Its time for you to join us."
"Whatever you wished Father."
He turn his back on her, he couldn't face her, didn't want to. He was a horrible father, nothing in world would make it to her of what he was about to do. He didn't dare asked her for redemption nor could he refused his lord. But how far would he sacrifice what was left of his little girl for power and favors?
Everything...
And he hated himself for being so damn selfish and heartless; because no father would do what he was willing to sacrifice.
He led her through the dimly lit passage. Dark shadows dance across her pale complexion. Her eyes cast straight forward, her step light and graceful, just as he had taught her when she was little, too young to understand the significant of her lessons then.
"You will do what he asked of you, do you understand Daughter?"
"Yes Father," she replied.
"I shall not hear that my daughter has displeased our Lord," he said sternly.
"Yes Father, I understand."
She used to be his innocent little girl who would tried her best to stay up late at night just to give him a hug and kiss goodnight when he return home from work. And every morning she would wake him up just to be the first to say good morning.
...But all that washed away with his betrayal...he had broken every promised that he promised to keep.
He waited to hear the door closed behind, waited to hear the silence of the hallway...waited to hear her soft cry…
"I'm sorry Pansy..."
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A/N: Please don't mind the bad grammar.