"Harry, You practically allowed her to pursue the career of a Death Eater! What were you thinking?"
Hermione shrieked. I bowed my head, staring into the contents of my silvery pensieve.
"Hermione, she would have found out the truth anyway. Besides, she deserves to know who her parents were. She can't become a Death Eater. Voldemort is gone. And even if she follows in his tracks and tries to finish what he started, then let her. I'll be there to stop her."
"Or your children."
"My…what?" I picked my head up and looked over at her. She was leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed. Ron looked between the 2 of us, gapping.
"Your children. Voldemort was your original enemy, now his child is taking over. Don't you think that it would be your children to be the one to stop her?"
"Oh, that's right…" I said sarcastically. "You know…that just might work….if I had a kid, Hermione"
"Can I say something?" Ron piped up from over in the corner. "No!" I screamed in frustration. "Just leave me alone. I'll discuss this subject later with you." I shooed them away and looked back down in my pensieve. Just as I was lifting the tip of my wand to my temple and just as Hermione and Ron had reached the door I shouted.
"FUCK!" They spun around in alarm. "What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked in her usual caring voice. I shook my head and began to pace back and forth, my mind racing and my body shaking. I was starting to panic, looking around the room for anything that might help me calm down.
"Harry, mate, what's up?" Ron asked. I shook my head again and began to sputter.
"H-he's still alive. Why didn't I think of it before? Through all of the years I thought him to be vanquished. I thought Serpentine to be dead." I rounded on Ron who backed away. Hermione shot a nervous glance at me. "You...you…You told me she was dead!" I snapped, pointed at him.
"I thought she was! They jumped over the waterfall and all we could find was the blanket covering the kid…unless-"
"Yes…that's it….that fucking bitch thought she was so clever…she took it off Serpentine and left it on the banks tricking us into thinking the baby was dead. That means she returned to Voldemort with Serpentine... When all along, I thought she went back empty handed to Voldemort who was-"
"Still alive…" Hermione spoke in a whisper. I nodded. "How could I have forgotten?" I muttered. "But he can't be still alive…I stabbed him multiple times! No one can survive that."
"Obviously he did…." Ron muttered. I shot a glare at him. "I only meant that because Serpentine was still alive. Does that mean he lost his body again?" I nodded.
"Most likely"
"Sucks for him…" Hermione whispered.
"So then…you have to kill Serpentine and then kill Voldemort." I nodded, feeling sick. "But where is he?" I shrugged.
"Who knows…but I can't kill her now"
"Why not! The longer you wait, the more time you give Voldemort to return! His Death Eaters are still out there and most likely looking for him. And once she knows the complete truth of him, she might assist in his second rebirth"
"Then so be it. I personally rather watch his face when I kill him than watching a shadow disappear"
"Brutal, aren't we? I thought you didn't want to be a murderer"
"This is different! I've already faced Voldemort like what, 6 times? I just don't want to kill Serpentine, she's still innocent"
"Not for long…she's a Dark Lord and a Death Eater combined, what's worse than that!" "Those natures may be in her genes….but she's not a Death Eater yet"
"Yeah…yet." I raised my wand and Ron cringed.
"Sorry, mate!"
Serpentine's P.O.V.:
"Auntie!" I backed up and Auntie stepped foreword to pushed the man back.
"Clear off! You're scaring the bajeezus out of her!" She snapped. The man cringed and whined.
"I'm sorry…" He whined. "She's the closest thing to the Dark Lord and Lady we've had in years.
"I know. We're all glad to have her back…but she still needs to get use to you all first." She hissed at the cowering man. A man with long, black, greasy hair entered the room from a door to the right, he was followed by a tall man who wore a malicious grin. They stopped dead at the sight of me and looked to Auntie for a reason for my unknown visit. All Auntie did was smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. The man with black hair stared into me eyes, gapped and then understood. At once he fell to his knees and bowed his head. The other man followed suit. "Princess. We have long awaited your return. I am Severus Snape, Princess. Spy for the Dark Lord. This is Macnair, another Death Eater, he used to work at the Ministry." I smiled and looked down at the rat-like man.
"That's Wormtail. Secret-Keeper for the Dark Lord. Don't be fooled by his handsome looks, he's really smarter than you think." Severus and Macnair laughed at the man while Auntie chuckled, rolling her eyes at Wormtail, who pouted and bowed his head.
"Wormtail is used to little comments and remarks about him"
"After years of being under torture from it…" Wormtail muttered under his breath.
"Oh, you poor baby." Auntie hissed and pushed him back where he fell on his back and rolled over, trying his best not to complain.
"There are only a few of us here…maybe 10 or so. The rest are locked in Azkaban. But I won't bring you to visit them so soon." Auntie continued coolly.
"To visit them?" I stared up at her.
"Well, yes….don't you want to see the rest of the Death Eaters? You can meet your cousin and uncle." She said, her voice rising with excitement.
"Aah, yes…Luscious Lucius." Snape growled. Auntie rolled her eyes and pushed me through a door.
After placing my in the middle of a room, facing me towards big oak doors, she spun me around and I gazed up a large marble staircase. A French crystal chandelier hung above the scene, covered in cobwebs and casting a gloomy look to the room.
"Wormtail, would you like to give Serpentine a tour of the house?" Auntie asked the rat-like man. Wormtail squeaked excitedly and nodded, taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs with him. I cast a nervous glance around to Auntie who smiled and exited the entrance hall with Snape who was talking to her in a low voice. Wormtail stopped outside a door which was to the right from the top of the staircase.
I looked over at him and he smiled. "This was the Dark Lord's sitting room. I used to call it his planning room…." He gave a terrible laugh which was squeaky and wheezy. "This is where he'd sit for hours, going over the plans in his head. He'd star into the fire and wouldn't say anything to anyone. Occasionally, he'd talk to his pet snake, Nagini"
He opened the door to reveal a small room with a fireplace at one wall and a single chair in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. Bookshelves lined the wall with dusty books. "Auntie Cissy told me about his snake. She said that he had to kill her because she was jealous and she tried to hurt my mother and me." He nodded.
"Such a shame. It hurt him to do it. But he thought it was for the best, he couldn't talk her out of her little infatuation or stop her from going near you. I watched the execution myself. He chopped off her head himself, said he didn't want anyone else to do it. He wanted a revenge for her attempt to go after his wife and child. Because she was a horcrux, he hesitated for a bit before carrying on with his plan. In a way, he watched himself destroy a part of his soul to defend another part." I watched him. He gazed down into my eyes and shuddered.
"Your eyes are like the Dark Lord's. And your hair…" He started to pet my hair and I slapped his hand away. "Your mother's hair…" "I know…look, no offence, but I rather explore this house on my own." I had to think of a lie to get him away because he opened his mouth to object. I looked away and made sobbing noises.
"It's best if you just….go. I think I just need some time alone…please…" I shooed him away. After watching him out of the corner of my eye, bow and leave, I picked my head up and laughed to myself.
"Sucker." I entered my father's waiting room and looked around, nodding. I spotted a black door to the left of the fireplace. I walked over to it and grabbed the knob. I turned it slowly and opened the door.
A cold air hit me and I gasped. I opened the door all the way and stood in the entrance of a beautiful dark room. Maroon walls were decorated with hanging candles and trimmed with black. A wrought iron bed was draped in a black veil. Black curtains hid the sunlight from penetrating the beautiful gothic room. I walked in the room and the door snapped shut behind me. I jumped and spun around but no one was there. My body was frozen on the spot but my heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel it in my head. I turned around and walked over to the bed. An imprint was left in the middle and on the pillow as if someone was currently laying there. I sat down and ran my hand across the dark satin sheets and wondered how many times they made love on this bed. My thought of my parent's love-making were broken by the sound of something sliding under the bed. I was swinging my legs and I must have kicked something under with my feet. I jumped off the bed and knelt down on the floor and looked under the bed. I reached my hand under and felt around until my fingers found a hard object. I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a small black book, much like a diary. I sat back up on the bed and opened it to the first page which was dated October 31st, 1980. It was a diary. I flipped the book over and read the name at the bottom of the back cover: Bellatrix Anastasia Black. My mother. This was her diary. I kicked my shoes off and laid down on the bed and began to read the first entry she wrote.
Dear Diary,
Tonight, I become a Death Eater. I have been taking in as much as I can from what my Lord has taught me over the last 2 years. I know I can dedicate myself to him and I will not fail him. It's now 6 o' clock and the initiation ceremony starts at 8. All of the other Death Eaters are going to be there…even Rodolphus Lestrange. He's been a Death Eater for a few weeks now. I remember him from school, but I've never talked to him, even though he was in Slytherin also. Anyway, my family is proud that I'm taking this step in my career. They know I will make it. They say that the Dark Lord speaks highly of me. I'm not the least bit nervous, not even after what happened to Regulus, my cousin. Narcissa is a bit scared for me though. , I don't know what the problem is though…her fiancé is a Death Eater. Lucius Malfoy…I hate him so much. He thinks he's so precious. I'm pureblood also, but I don't act like I'm the king of the wizarding world. Anyway, I must go…The Dark Lord calls for me.
I turned to the next page, dated December 16th of that same year.
Dear Diary,
I barely had time to write in here. I've been planning for Rodolphus' and my wedding. He proposed to me a week and a half ago. He's so darling…Oh, I got my Dark Mark! I'm a Death Eater now and I'm entirely loyal to my Lord. I've even stayed over time with him just to keep him company. No, I'm not turning into a Lucius. He asked me to stay with him. He said that he was lonely and wanted someone to spend time with him. In fact, I stay after tomorrow night. Once you get to know him, he's really kind. Or maybe if that's if you don't get on his bad side. But we sit in his sitting room and go over his plans and stories of how he wants to dominate the wizarding world and his theories and how he came to be the Dark Lord. He's so powerful and he's a genius! The poor man doesn't have any family and only has his servants to talk to, but they just cringe in fear of him. It's almost as though I'm the only one who looks in directly in the eyes and understands him. Of course I let him get to know a bit of me, but that's if he asks. It's amazing how much you learn when you're with him. In fact, I was 2 years younger than him. How come I never talked to third years in my first year, I wouldn't know…but obviously, Narcissa fell in love with one. She's always been a little slut, my sister. Alas, I must go now, Rodolphus is on duty and if supposed to be coming home tonight for a late candlelit dinner with me.
I closed the book and stared up at the ceiling. It was kind of hard to imagine my mother with another man. What else was disturbing was that I was laying on the same bed that my mother and father had sex on. But the intimacy of the thought of it didn't disturb me as much as I thought it would. I actually enjoyed laying there. It was the closest thing to being together with my family I had. I was conceived here. This is where my whole story started.
