-1Rainydaythinkin - Ee! Thank you!
Don'tLetMeGetMe -- Call her whatever you want, and yeah, Hermione and Ron have another kid, it's just pretty young and I must have forgot to mention her. Oh, and, I know I said the next chapters would be Harry and Edith, but I'm sticking Obedience in anyways (I like the name, too!)
Bunny Princess - Lol, nice name. Thank you.
Fluffy-89: -Happiness-
Something of Nothing… yadda yadda: I recognise your name. Do I know you:P Hee.
Chapter Three
Obedience dreamt.
The corridor was cold, and held the same characteristics as the corridor that lead up to her room in the Orphanage, except it had none of it's normal feel. No Mrs Tungrin bustling up there, seemingly in seven places at once; no screaming children waiting for their tea or trailing around, hanging onto the edge of her robes.
"Obedience, you must help me."
The voice held a power that Obedience feared she'd quiver at every time she slept. The 'must help me' held no sign of plea, never letting her even think that she was more powerful than it. It had a commanding ring, something she daren't disobey.
"Yes…" She whispered against her fingers. Obedience by name, Obedience by nature. Everyone said it.
"Tell me all the words you have exchanged with Harry Potter's daughter."
"You won't… hurt her?" Obedience uttered, terrified. Her lips trembled and her hands were slowly wringing themselves. She shivered in the imaginary cold of the corridor.
"She is not my direct target, but my revenge is unsatisfied. If I can help it, I will try to avoid her. But only for your sake, Obedience…"
Only for your sake. Obedience wished the words were true, but she knew they could never be. And yet, she was to scared not to obey. Too scared to deny the voice that sent her shivering every night and waking in a cold sweat. It was too much. She clamped her hands over her ears, in attempt to stop the impenetrable voice in her head.
"Obedience, I will need your help to get out of here…"
Oh no. That definitely wasn't a plea. And Obedience, she tried to close her eyes to the face, the face she had dreaded see for eternity, kept safe from the real world, stopped the decay of time making it any worse than it already was…
The face of her father.
Edith's POV
Edith couldn't wait that night. It was her father's birthday, and the celebrations had gone on for much longer than she'd expected. It was good to be home. In her first year of Hogwarts she'd managed to get lost quite a few times in the Forbidden Forest and apparently, or so Hermione said, she was just the same as her father. Edith found that flattering; after all, though he was he father, Harry Potter was one of the most famous wizards around. And her mother, she was famous too, for all the times when she used to play Quidditch. Still, the lives of her parents couldn't compare to having her friends over for Summer, and she was looking forward to seeing Obedience.
She closed her eyes, knowing that in a few hours time it would be morning (that was how long the celebrations had lasted), and Obedience would be coming to their house as arranged. She always looked forward to seeing Albert, too, and his little brother, but they came around every summer. Having Obedience was more like a novelty that she should savour. After all, it would be the first time she'd see her out of school…
The moon outside illuminated the windowpanes of the Potter's cottage, in the middle of nowhere. Clouds formed a misty shroud over its luminosity, casting the house in shadow. They gathered a red tint like a wound gathers blood, and the sleeping Potters weren't even aware. Something was sure though. Something was watching. Something was coming…
THE NEXT DAY
"Mum, you do remember, don't you?" Edith said, for about the eleventh time since she had got up. She couldn't help it. She felt like a seven year old, excited over the first day of a new year or a new toy. She was going to be with all her friends, in her house, for the first time in… two weeks. Well, it didn't sound too phenomenal, but still, she was excited.
"How could I forget about it, seeing as you've been hopping around the house yelling it to the world?" Laughed Ginny Weasley, attacking Edith's hair with a wet comb.
"I haven't!" Said Edith peevishly, but when she looked back up at her mother she couldn't help laughing. "Okay, so maybe I've been a bit excited…" Edith looked down at her watch.
"Oh! It's already eleven! She should be here now…"
And leaving her mother still standing with a wet comb in her hand, Edith rushed into the ramshackle living room to stand eagerly in front of the fireplace.
Something was coming!
Obedience's POV
"I can't… No, no, I won't! No, please!" And then Obedience screamed, the feel of a thousand knives against her flesh. She woke up, sweat coursing down her brow, eyes full of tears, still writhing with the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. Then a truth that was even more terrifying than the chance of the curse being laid upon her again: today was the day she was going to the Potter's. Today was the day…
She closed her eyes.
I won't let you do this, father! I won't!
Pain, so much pain…
And words.
You will do it willingly, Obedience, or you will do it under the Imperius Curse. I need my revenge. You know how long I've been caught in this dream world, not really existing. All because of Potter. And now, you, my daughter, will help me. You'll help me avenge myself, possess Potter to destroy everything he loves…
Obedience let the tears flow free. So that was the plan. Not just to kill. To ruin the whole family. But now, she couldn't just detach herself from the plan. Half of the spell had been laid. The other half would have to be laid. She had done the deed that would seal the Potter's fate… she had made the Unbreakable Vow…
A knock came at the door. Mrs Tungrin chivvied her from her bed, and Obedience tried to forget the terrible nightmare. Maybe that was all it was. It had to be…
Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the fireplace with a Mrs Tungrin bidding her goodbye. She grasped the Floo powder, stood in the fireplace, and closed her eyes. She closed her eyes to the world. She closed her eyes to everything. She closed her eyes to anything but her mind, something she could never close. A thought prickled her senses, and she turned so no one could see the tear creeping down her face. Something was coming. It was her. It was fate.
Something was coming…
A/N: Please R&R, thank you!
